The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 171 The Desperate Reality

Du Baige's condition has stabilized. At this moment, he is being carried on Yan Duo's back, but there is an obvious scar on Yan Duo's neck. Wen Zhong only found out that it was scratched by Ochiai when he asked.

"If you are blocked by the ghost shirt, I will kill Yan Duo. I think this is normal." Ochiai replied honestly when asked the reason.

It's just that Yan Duo's face was very ugly, after all, he just walked back and forth before the gate of hell.

Wen Zhong shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, he suddenly discovered a problem, it has been so long, why hasn't Fang Diyuan come over to join them?
"Huh? Do you think that slender ghost has something to do with Fang Diyuan? It's an interesting speculation." Ochiai squinted his eyes and said, "If you just ask, where is he now?"

Wen Zhong shook his head, and was about to say something, when suddenly there was a "bang" sound outside the door, and the expressions of several people changed, and they quickly walked to the door to check the situation.

"Gollum—"

He opened his ghost pupils with strong support between his brows. The ghost pupils in a state of high recovery could see through the black and red haze that enveloped the laboratory building. Even the thinking ghost's Huangquan couldn't block his sight at this moment.

"What did you see? A ghost?" Ochiai asked, holding the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, ready to hold it to save his life.

"No, nothing." Wen Zhong frowned and said, the direction of the voice was very close to them, but within the sight range of his ghost pupils, he saw nothing.

"boom--"

There was another dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, this time the sound was one step closer to the staff lounge where they were, as if someone kept falling from the roof of the building to the corridor and made a loud noise.

"boom--"

The third dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded.

"It's not a thinking ghost, and it doesn't act the same way as that slender ghost. What the hell is this?" Wen Zhong's face changed slightly, and even now he didn't find anything unusual in his line of sight.

The next moment, a faint gray light emerged from the crack in Wen Zhong's body, and the ghost realm once again enveloped the entire second floor of the laboratory building. This time Wen Zhong saw the true face of the voice, which was an unrecognizable corpse.

There was only one vertical slit on the entire face, and as it continued to advance, there was a "bang—" sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from the slit on the face.

Wen Zhong's face changed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "Are you kidding me, what the hell is this?"

"Wen Zhong, what did you see?" Ochiai asked.

Both Ochiai and Yan Duo discovered at this time that Wen Zhong's ghost domain was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. Whenever the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, the scope of his ghost domain would shrink by a circle.

"Leave here first, that ghost thing is coming." Wen Zhong didn't answer Ochiai's question, he pulled Ochiai and Yan Duo who was carrying Du Baige on his back, and the ghost domain turned into a rainbow and flew out of the window into the distance .

However, they failed.

When they came back to their senses, they still stayed in place, only the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground continued to ring around them, and the black and red haze wrapped the entire laboratory building again, no, it seemed to be deformed.

Suddenly, in the darkness in the corner around them, a dry arm like a bamboo joint stretched out, grabbing the body bag that was imprisoning the thinking ghost.

Wen Zhong reacted in a timely manner, he was always on guard against something that might appear in the darkness.

At this moment, the skinny arm appeared, and he immediately spread the ghost fungus to try to suppress the arm, and at the same time raised his pale and stiff ghost hand and twisted it against the skinny arm.

"Crack-"

There was a sound of broken bones, and under the shocked eyes of Ochiai and Yan Duo, the wrist of Wen Zhong's ghost hand was forcibly broken by another arm protruding from the darkness.

"Are you kidding?" Yan Duo was about to suffocate. His current situation is very delicate. Although he is a ghost master, the ghost is not on him. He is said to be a living person, but he still has contact with the ghost.

Therefore, he couldn't hide under the oil-paper umbrella that Ochiai propped up, not to mention that he was carrying a Du Baige on his back.

And Ochiai has already held up the purple-red oil-paper umbrella, this ghost stared at him for some reason, and saw a pale face emerge from the darkness, its facial features were stitched together, but Can feel a strange line of sight from it.

"Damn, what's the situation."

At this moment, the jumping ghost had come to the door and was blocking the door, still making the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

In the staff lounge, most of the slender ghost figure has emerged from the darkness.

What kind of body was that?Its body was covered with old dead skin, its upper body was covered with bluish-black rotten flesh, its legs were sewn with rotten flesh and blood, and its whole body seemed to be built out of corpse parts.

Its limbs were withered and slender, covered with corpse spots and rotten sores, it made people's scalp numb and gasp when they saw it.

"It's the slender ghost." Wen Zhong's face was ugly, Fang Diyuan disappeared, but the slender ghost appeared at this time, it's hard not to make people think about it.

"Wen Zhong, professor, what should we do now?" Yan Duo was a little apprehensive. It was the first time he missed the Ghost Shirt so much. He obviously wanted to burn it on weekdays, but he only cherished it when life and death were in crisis.

"I don't know." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and spit out these words. If there is no accident, today will be their memorial day next year.

Just as he was trying to recover, there was a sudden sound of pages being turned, followed by Ling Jin's exclamation from the satellite phone.

The black and red smog that originally enveloped the entire Da'an City was in the shape of an open book, and it was constantly flipping. If someone is outside the laboratory building, they will find The haze has also turned into a book that has shrunk countless times...

The oil-paper umbrella was trembling, Ochiai could feel the terror, and this weird oil-paper umbrella might not be able to protect him.

"There are wolves in the front and tigers in the back. The old cow is on the waist and the dragon's head is on the chest. Now the situation is really..."

Faced with this situation, Wen Zhong could only give a wry smile in return, the flesh on his body was torn apart with hideous cracks, and a cloudy and cold gray light flashed inside from time to time.

A layer of gray-white ghost fungus slowly spread around his feet, trying to cover the entire staff lounge.

The slender ghost just stayed where it was, without making any further moves. It didn't try to snatch the body bag where the thinking ghost was imprisoned.

At the same time, the weird corpse standing at the door also fell silent. This moment seemed to be the last calm before the storm, full of hope amidst despair.

(End of this chapter)