The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 101 Night Tour
"That candle... I remember Yue Xichuan called it... ghost candle..."

Wen Zhong let out a sigh of relief, he now felt that his body no longer belonged to him, against the horrific wailing, he raised a hand with great effort, and stretched it into his trouser pocket little by little.

Maybe it wasn't the pocket of the trousers, he didn't know anything now, he was just groping by instinct, and suddenly he felt a long and hard thing in the pocket of the trousers.

The moment he started holding it, a chill came from his palm. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but just holding the ghost candle in his hand like this, he felt that his condition had improved a little.

"It seems to be really useful." Wen Zhong couldn't help flashing a trace of happiness in his eyes.

Wen Zhong felt that he really had to thank Yue Xichuan, if the other party hadn't generously contributed this ghost candle, I'm afraid he would really explain it here today.

In fact, he really only has half his life left now.

Wen Zhong struggled to take out the lighter from his pants pocket again, and Wen Zhong couldn't wait to light the ghost candle.

In an instant, a green candle light lit up, illuminating the darkness around him.

Illuminated by this faint light, Wen Zhong was surprised to find that the wailing in his head was gradually subsiding, and although his body was still in pain, it was not as weak as it was at the beginning, and the restlessness of Li Gui's recovery had also eased a lot.

As a price, the burning speed of this ghost candle seems to be a bit fast, almost burning at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it will burn out after burning for more than ten minutes at most.

but……

Wen Zhong glanced at the grave where Chu Du's body was buried. He clearly remembered that most of the other party's ghost candle was still unburned, so he could dig up the grave to get the candle.

But the most urgent task right now is to go to the second floor of the Ping An Inn before dawn, and deal with Fang Diyuan who has recovered from the ghost.

But he couldn't make a move because of the ghost contract, so it seems that he can only rely on Wang Muyou, but the other party has not made any movement until now, which makes Wen Zhong worry a little, whether Wang Muyou has died inside.

"Wang...Mu You..." Wen Zhong opened his mouth and shouted, his voice was unusually hoarse, not to mention others, even himself felt hair stand on end.

Wen Zhong was holding a red candle, covered with a layer of dim light, and slowly walked towards the corner that was completely covered by darkness. He had confirmed with Ghost Domain before that this room was not big, only the size of a basketball court.

The darkness along the way was slightly dispelled when encountering the candlelight of the ghost candle.

He is still quite confident in the effect of the ghost candle. After all, it can dispel the impact of his two layers of ghost domain. It is no problem to save his life here.

But as he walked, Wen Zhong realized that something was wrong. Even though the room was only the size of a basketball court, he couldn't reach the edge anyway. He felt like he was wandering in place like a headless fly.

"It seems... Ghost Candle can't prevent Huang Quan..."

Although Wen Zhong was a little surprised, this is actually quite normal, after all, the candlelight of the ghost candle can only illuminate a small part of his side, and this ghost land cannot be measured by distance.

However, Fang Diyuan can't even see him now, even if he wants to help him, he has nowhere to do it, and even Wang Muyou may have been planted in this ghost land.

Wen Zhong opened his vertical eyes between his brows again, but it was like looking at flowers through fog, he still couldn't see anything clearly, and he couldn't use Huang Quan for the time being.

And that weird radio, the wailing that sounded in his mind before was definitely not an accident, but really wanted to kill him, no, to be precise, it was more like erasing his consciousness.

I'm afraid his growth rate has been so fast that this weird radio feels a little scared.

Wen Zhong continued to walk in this pitch-black ghost land that was like thick ink, and it was very quiet all the time, so quiet that he could only hear his own footsteps, he didn't even see a ghost, but the speed of the ghost candle burning was astonishing. Very fast, more than half burned in just a moment.

If it burns at this speed, the ghost candle will definitely burn out within 10 minutes.

Suddenly, Wen Zhong felt that the surroundings were getting brighter, and before he could react, the darkness in front of him had completely dissipated, as if it had never appeared before, and he had a clear view of the surrounding environment at this moment.

Fang Diyuan was lying not far from him, the blackness that had corroded half of his body had faded away, but his flesh and blood were still rotting, and stinky pus and blood continued to flow from the open wound.

But there was still no sign of Wang Muyou. Except for himself, there was only Fang Diyuan lying on the ground whose life and death were unknown in the whole room.

"Fang Diyuan... are you still alive..."

Wen Zhong tried to call Fang Diyuan who was lying on the ground, but the other party's eyes were closed and he didn't respond at all. If you don't observe carefully, you may ignore the fact that his chest is still agitating.

He glanced around again, and then turned his gaze to the ghost candle in his hand.

If Fang Diyuan was still alive, there was a high probability that using the ghost candle would save his life, so that he would not really die here, but if this was a trap, he was also full of confidence in the ghost candle in his hand.

After thinking for a while, Wen Zhong raised his footsteps and walked slowly towards Fang Diyuan who was lying on the ground. Whether it was a trap or not, keeping Fang Diyuan's life was the most important thing to him.

The opponent is not weak, and signed a ghost contract with him. The most important thing is that the two still have room for cooperation. Therefore, to Wen Zhong, Fang Diyuan is more valuable alive than dead.

When Fang Diyuan fell to the ground, there were only a few steps left, Wen Zhong habitually opened his ghost pupils, hoping to see some clues, but it was no different from the previous two times, and he even doubted whether the ghost pupils were Something really went wrong.

After sailing carefully for thousands of years, Wen Zhong finally came to Fang Diyuan's side. Under the green light, Fang Diyuan's face looked a little strange, especially half of his face was as handsome as a woman, while the other half was so beautiful. Fester like a corpse.

"It stands to reason that he should get better soon after being illuminated by the ghost candle. Why is there no reaction at all?" Wen Zhong bent down and almost put the ghost candle on Fang Diyuan's body.

The next moment, Fang Diyuan who was lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, raised his ghostly hand and grabbed Wen Zhong's arm firmly.

His expression froze, and he looked at Fang Diyuan who was lying on the ground in disbelief. Then he seemed to realize something, and he suddenly put the other one into his trousers pocket, trying to find the lighter again.

Suddenly, an extremely distant shout sounded in Wen Zhong's ear. It sounded like he was calling his name. The voice came from far to near, and the scalp of the listener couldn't help but tingle.

(End of this chapter)