Horror revival: A ghost call at the beginning!

Unable to leave, no matter which direction they went, they would always return to Wutong Village.

There was also no signal to contact the outside world, and they didn't know if the Da Jin City security officer had sent anyone.

Li Ziwen and the others trapped in Wutong Village were very panicked.

During this time, they even went to the mourning hall once.

Taking advantage of the daytime, when all the strange occurrences seemed to temporarily dissipate, everyone searched the mourning hall, trying to find a way out.

At night, the only places that could light up were where they lived and this mourning hall, which must have had something special about it.

If they could find that special something, they might still have a chance to escape.

Li Ziwen searched very carefully, not even neglecting the black coffin in the mourning hall.

At the time, Li Ziwen vaguely felt that this black coffin seemed to have been opened.

However, when he tried to push the black coffin, it didn't budge, as if it had been nailed shut.

So Li Ziwen didn't think too much about it.

The mourning hall was not big. Besides the black coffin, there was an Eight Immortals table with offerings and memorial tablets on it.

Apart from that, there was nothing else special.

The few of them were close to opening the black coffin to check it.

However, during the process of investigating the mourning hall, another person died.

No one knew how that person died. They suddenly lost their vital signs and fell to the ground.

All they knew was that the person had been checking the Eight Immortals table the second before, suspecting that the offerings or candles might have some special effect.

As a result, they fell the next second.

Such a terrifying scene happened right in front of them, and everyone, including Li Ziwen, was terrified.

They quickly retreated from the mourning hall and returned to the relatively safe house.

They had been hiding until now.

Li Ziwen looked helpless, looking at the last two senior brothers left beside him.

He was okay, young and strong, and could still hold on.

But the two senior brothers next to him had not eaten anything for nearly two days, and the weakness on their faces was visible to the naked eye.

Fortunately, there was a tap next to the house, so they wouldn't die of thirst.

But if this continued, they would starve to death even if they weren't killed by ghosts.

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped Li Ziwen.

He had also read the paranormal news released by China.

He knew that ghosts were real now.

At the same time, he had also heard that there were people specifically responsible for dealing with such incidents.

Even the most powerful among them could come to your side with just a thought and save you in paranormal events.

However, Li Ziwen only regarded this last piece of news as fake, thinking it was just a beautiful lie fabricated by the Chinese government to stabilize people's hearts.

If there really was such a person, wouldn't that be a god?

But now, how he wished that news was true.

It was a pity that Li Ziwen didn't look at the official news in detail at the time.

Now, he couldn't even recall the slightest detail.

He only remembered the three major principles about ghosts.

But now, Li Ziwen hadn't even seen a ghost, so how could he find the so-called killing pattern of the ghost?

Are ordinary people so desperate when they encounter paranormal events?

There is no hope of seeing a way out at all.

Li Ziwen stared blankly through the window at the sky outside.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if it was about to rain.

No, it had already started to rain. Raindrops kept falling, hitting the ground, and soon accumulated into a patch of dark water.

No, that's not a dark cloud, that's... ink!

Li Ziwen's eyes widened as he looked at the sky outside.

He saw the white clouds being dyed black, as if someone had used a paintbrush dipped in ink to paint them black.

Then, a few drops of ink were gently thrown out, forming this heavy rain.

The rain formed by ink was constantly falling, and soon it assimilated and rendered everything around it into a dark, inky color, like an ink painting!

"It's raining! It's raining!"

Li Ziwen exclaimed in surprise.

"It's just raining, Little Li, why are you making such a fuss?"

"We're seeing ghosts now, and we're about to die!"

Behind him, the two senior brothers looked like they had lost all hope in life, lying on the bed.

"It's not that rain. It's, it's possible that the Ghost Controller has come to save us!"

Li Ziwen tried hard to recall, and this was when he remembered the Ghost Controller, the personnel who specialized in dealing with paranormal events and fighting against ghosts.

"Ghost Controller? What the hell is that?"

The two senior brothers had obviously never heard of Ghost Controllers.

But seeing Li Ziwen looking out the window, gesticulating, they also curiously walked over.

At this look, the two old men were also dumbfounded.

"This ink, is it really falling from the sky?"

"You're stupid, what ink, this must be the Ghost Controller that Little Li is talking about!"

"Ghost Controller, although I don't know who you are, please save us!"

The two senior brothers were already asking for help, saying one thing after another.

However, the sky was still raining ink, and nothing happened.

The two senior brothers shouted for a while. They hadn't eaten anything, just drank water. They felt uncomfortable in their stomachs from shouting, so they stopped shouting.

They just stared blankly out the window like Li Ziwen.

Ink kept dripping from the sky, gathering together on the ground, forming small puddles one after another.

These small puddles were connected together, and unknowingly, they engulfed the entire Wutong Village.

Every visible place was flowing with ink.

Even the van that Li Ziwen and the others drove, and the mourning hall not far away, were covered in ink.

Gradually, Li Ziwen realized that this ink was not simple.

The ink seemed to have assimilated the van and the entire mourning hall!

Looking around, they seemed to have come to a world formed by ink!

"Not bad, it feels so good to be a painter!"

The place where Wutong Village was originally located was now empty. The dozen or so bungalows that should have been there had all disappeared, leaving only an open space.

And on this open space, a young man was sitting on the ground, with a piece of white paper floating in front of him.

He held a writing brush in his right hand, constantly scribbling something randomly on the white paper in front of him.

Although he didn't dip it in ink, ink kept flowing out of the brush and dripping onto the white paper.

Soon, as the young man continued to paint, ink kept dripping on the white paper, and a phantom of a village gradually appeared.

Moreover, as time passed, the phantom of the village was constantly solidifying.

When the village in the young man's painting was completely formed, Wutong Village also completely disappeared!

Wutong Village became an ink painting!

And the young man who was painting was none other than Lin Yu!

Using the paranormal power of Ghost Ink for the first time, Lin Yu was still very satisfied.

This paranormal power is elegant, really elegant.

In an instant, he transformed into a great painter.

This novel experience was still very good.