The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 143 Trying to Control
"Since Mr. Wen Zhong said so, of course it can." Ye Zhenghong took out a cigarette made of gold from his pocket, and handed it to Wen Zhong with a look of reluctance.

"Deal." Wen Zhong didn't pick it up directly, but motioned Ye Zhenghong to put the golden cigarette in his golden glove before handing it to him: "Make the package tighter, and then you leave those who need to enter the safe room. The rest leave as soon as possible."

Ye Zhenghong nodded, and immediately called a little girl who had been hiding in the crowd behind him, leaned over and told her some things, and then led her to Wen Zhong with a look of reluctance.

"Mr. Wen Zhong, this is the young master of the Ye family. Please take care of me a little bit more." Ye Zhenghong said.

He handed over the gloves wrapped with golden cigarettes to Wen Zhong, and said nothing more, but spoke a series of difficult dialects to the crowd in black suits standing around, and then everyone gathered in a neat and orderly manner. together.

"After this supernatural event is over, the ten tons of gold you need will definitely appear in front of you on time. Please remember your promise."

"Don't worry, I always keep my promises, you are the one who don't forget the ten tons of gold." Wen Zhong said calmly, emphasizing the word ten tons in bold.

Ye Zhenghong nodded. He took one last look at the little girl, and then left with all the others. In an instant, there were only a few people left in the villa, which was full of people.

The little girl looked around nervously, and glanced at Wen Zhong from time to time, as if he was some kind of scourge. She wanted to say something, but in the end she covered her mouth.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong said to Huang Keshang: "Uncle Huang, please find a girl to take this child with you. She is quite valuable now, so don't let anything happen to her."

Ten tons of gold is terrifying.

Of course, Huang Keshang also heard about the deal Wen Zhong made with the other party, and immediately nodded his head in agreement.

After speaking, entrusting the little girl to Huang Keshang, Wen Zhong bid farewell to Fang Diyuan, Yan Duo and the others, and he wanted to go back and check the specific function of this golden cigarette in his hand.

"Ling Jin, what is the origin of the third generation of the Ye family? Why have I never heard of him before?" Wen Zhong asked Ling Jin on the way back to the room: "There is also something wrong with this cigarette. It always feels weird."

"Well, the headquarters doesn't have many records about Ye's family. I only know that they have appeared in Dadong City before, and no one has seen Ye's family since then." Ling Jin's calm voice came from the other end of the phone. .

"See if there are any words left in it. If there are, then it is probably the masterpiece of the three generations of the Ye family."

"Let me take a look." Wen Zhong opened the cigarette, and inside was a piece of worn-out paper, on which there was only the word "press" written brightly, in correct and vigorous writing.

"There are indeed words, do you have any explanation?"

"This is the handwriting of the ghost named Guici controlled by Ye Zhengyong, the third generation of the Ye family. Although Ye Zhengyong only controlled one ghost, he seems to be the one who got rid of the threat of the ghost's recovery." Ling Jin said.

"Oh? Then he's pretty good." Wen Zhong smiled and didn't take Ling Jin's words to heart, but this piece of paper was indeed of great use to him, otherwise he wouldn't have released a quota.

"In short, this supernatural event is the most important thing at present, and it's better not to provoke him for now." Ling Jin asked worriedly.

"I didn't intend to provoke him at first, but it's hard to say whether he will provoke me." Wen Zhong said.

While speaking, Wen Zhong had already arrived in one of the small rooms of the safe house. Upon entering the door, there was a large living room with a large table in the middle. Wen Zhong untied the guillotine on his back and placed it on the table.

The body of the guillotine was covered with dark red and somewhat dirty and smelly rotten cloth strips. These rotten cloth strips were found by Wen Zhong when he was in the Ping An Inn. It is said that these cloth strips can trap ghosts.

It's just that the number of rotten cloth strips is really too small, and it can barely cover half of the blade of the guillotine, but it is enough for Wen Zhong, after all, the focus of this knife is on its lower half.

"Let's try the first one first. Once I succeed, I will be more confident in dealing with this supernatural event." Wen Zhong stared at the big knife in front of him with burning eyes, took a deep breath and used his stiff and pale hands to untie it. Open the cloth.

The next moment, a gray light appeared on his body, and the ghost pupils on his forehead also opened at the same time, and the ghost domain built by the ghost fungus immediately enveloped the knife and the safe room inside.

"Try it first. This piece of paper is a bit interesting. Just one word has a certain degree of supernatural power, which is enough to suppress a ghost with a low level of terror."

The guillotine did not resist, or could not resist. Under the dual effects of the note and the ghost fungus, it soon sank into the ghost realm, leaving only the ghost head on the handle still emitting a strange red light.

The next moment, there was a sound of skin and flesh cracking on Wen Zhong's arm holding the handle of the knife, and ghost pupils pierced through his arm one after another like nails.

Immediately afterwards, these ghost pupils squirmed continuously along the torn wound on his arm, slowly approaching this weird guillotine, as if they were about to nail it to the guillotine.

This process is very slow, even with the triple suppression of the note, the ghost domain, and even the ghost hand, this guillotine is still extremely dangerous, and it is still far from being able to control it with ghost pupils.

Obviously, he failed.

In the end, Guitong was suppressed by the guillotine the moment he touched the guillotine, which was the result of the triple suppression of the guillotine itself.

"It still failed. It seems that we still have to seal it for a while." Wen Zhong sighed, and wrapped the guillotine with dirty, rotten cloth.

He kept his head up throughout the whole process, and he didn't want to be chopped off by this guillotine for no reason.

"It's a pity." Wen Zhong sighed secretly, and put the guillotine back into the body bag. Carrying the knife is also a great risk. If he hadn't accidentally bumped into Ye Zhenghong who has a psychic note today, Wen Zhong would probably Forcibly try to steer.

"Let's try to find a way after the incident is over."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhong washed up and lay down on the bed. A little bit more happened today, but generally speaking, things should still be developing in a good direction.

He stretched out his hand to look at his fingernails. At this moment, the pain was so slight that it could be ignored, and the five fingers that were scorched black were also slowly returning to their original color.

"Is this a good thing? A supernatural power that can be reused. If you have a chance, go to that building again."

(End of this chapter)