The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 88 Late Night
This time Wen Zhong slept so deeply that the pre-set alarm clock failed to wake him up.

But after waking up, he felt that his mental state had improved a lot. He stretched his waist, took a simple wash and looked at the time. It happened to be exactly twelve o'clock in the morning. This time also happened to be the opening time of Bai Yingyue's Wangyue bar. time.

"Sleeping is really a good habit. After becoming a ghost master, I rarely sleep so soundly. The Ping An Hotel really lives up to its name." Wen Zhong picked up the key and magnetic card and prepared to go downstairs to check out.

Before leaving, he glanced at the oil painting on the wall again. At this moment, a thought suddenly arose in Wen Zhong's mind. He felt that the woman in the painting seemed to come alive and stared at him, but when he looked carefully, he found that it was just the refraction of light. illusion caused.

"This oil painting is really wicked, or else take it away and seal it in gold."

Wen Zhong thought about it and still didn't move the oil painting lightly. He has enough things to do now, and he doesn't have the energy to deal with other things.

Just as he was about to open the door and go downstairs, suddenly there were a few slight coughing sounds from the corridor, and the sound seemed to be slowly approaching the room where he was.

"Ok?"

Hearing this strange coughing sound, Wen Zhong instinctively felt a little bad, because the familiar electric current sounded in his ears, although it was very messy, it could actually form a sentence when put together.

"Don't go out, or you will die."

Hearing these words, a trace of cold sweat dripped from Wen Zhong's forehead, and the radio actually warned him at this moment, could it be that there is a ghost hovering outside the door?

"Why do I die when I go out, please explain to me clearly." Wen Zhong asked.

However, the radio only rang for a moment, and then fell silent, as if he just had hallucinations just now, the surroundings were silent, only the low coughing outside the door continued to sound.

He controls two ghosts and owns the ghost domain. If he enters the streaming state at any cost, he can even use part of the abilities of the third ghost. Even so, the radio still chooses to warn himself not to go out.

What is that sound outside the door?No, I should talk about what this hotel is. Since there are such fierce ghosts inside, why didn't the radio remind me before I came in? Could it be because of the old man at the front desk?

Wen Zhong thought a lot, especially when he thought that he had slept here for so long, the cold sweat on his forehead kept running down.

"Do you want to use Ghost Domain to get out?" Wen Zhong looked towards the window.

If you can't go through the main entrance, then leave through the window. The ghost in his body doesn't feel suppressed, and he will use the ghost domain to escape from here as a last resort.

However, when he opened the curtain, Wen Zhong was stunned. The place where the window used to be was now blocked by red bricks. Looking at the traces of drying on it, this red wall seemed to have existed for many years, and it didn't look like it was newly built.

Wen Zhong frowned, the flesh on his body burst open instantly, and a gray light lit up from his body, instantly lighting up the whole room, and then the lights in the room flickered, and Wen Zhong disappeared in place in an instant with a burst of electric current .

But in the next second, Wen Zhong's figure reappeared in the room again. Although Huang Quan's teleportation was successful, he was sent back to the room.

"What kind of joke is this? No matter where I live in a store, I can encounter this level of supernatural events." Wen Zhong couldn't help but feel a little crazy. Curse of a bad ghost?

It's really not impossible.

Wen Zhong thought for a while, and suddenly remembered the mourning ghost in black in the ghost forest. Although he didn't cause any harm to him at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he was basically planting a curse of bad luck on himself.

After thinking about this, Wen Zhong only felt that his future was gloomy. He was afraid that the supernatural events in the central building were probably due to himself, but He Youxu was unlucky enough to die for himself.

"No, no, there are no rules for supernatural events. Maybe I'm just unlucky and has nothing to do with the ghost's curse."

Wen Zhong took a deep breath, trying to calm down his chaotic mood. The most important thing right now is how to deal with the ghost outside the door, rather than getting to the bottom of why he was so unlucky.

But luckily in the misfortune, his condition has almost recovered, which is enough to support him to use the power of the ghost a few more times.

Outside the door, the sound of coughing was still ringing. At this time, the room No. [-] where Wen Zhong was staying was very close, almost at hand.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

At this time, an extremely weak cough sounded in Wen Zhong's ears, and he felt weak and dizzy all over, only to see the outline of a thin face suddenly appeared on the door.

The dead face was opening its mouth wide and coughing non-stop. It seemed that the source of the strange coughing sound was the ghost in front of him.

"Are you kidding me?" Wen Zhong's legs were weakened by the coughing sound, but at this time the radio in his body was completely silent, and he couldn't enter the streaming state to fully use the power of Li Gui.

Weak, Wen Zhong only felt that he was very weak, his body had already started to feel cold, but his consciousness was very clear.

He reluctantly raised his right hand, and pointed his ghostly eyes at the door. At this time, this strange dead face was about to invade the room. Wen Zhong was sure that once the other party successfully invaded, he would definitely die here.

This ghost is really too terrifying. If it wasn't for the reminder from the radio, I'm afraid he would be killed by the other party as soon as he stepped out of the door and met face to face.

"This is..." With the help of the white glow from the ghost pupil, Wen Zhong could see clearly that the whole body of this ghost in front of him was dark and thin, like a scorched corpse that had been burned by a raging fire. It was covered with charred corpse oil.

He couldn't help but think of Li Leping's Smokey Ghost Field. Could the coughing and scorched corpse in front of him be related to the other party? Then what is the killing pattern of this ghost? Could it be killed here indiscriminately? Sleeper.

Suddenly Wen Zhong smelled a burnt smell, he only thought it was coming from the ghost, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that something was burnt under the big bed behind him.

Accompanied by the sound of skin and flesh ripping apart, a stream of mold spread along his ankles to the ground, and then spread upwards to cover the entire big bed. Soon Wen Zhong discovered the source of the burnt smell—a dilapidated kerosene lamp.

At this time, the kerosene lamp was burning slowly under the bed, and the lit wick was soaked in black corpse oil, emitting an unusually choking burnt smell.

The moment the ghost fungus came into contact with the kerosene lamp, it was immediately burnt. Wen Zhong was almost certain at this moment that this dilapidated kerosene lamp was the key to attracting this ghost.

(End of this chapter)