The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 183 Suicide in the Chamber of Secrets
To Wen Zhong's surprise, the headquarters finally agreed to his plan, and Yan Wenhua notified him personally, asking him to give it a go, and he would be responsible for all the problems that arise.

"That's how Wen Zhong is, I wish you success." Ling Jin's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Thank you." Wen Zhong said in a low voice while sitting in the car: "Remember that if I don't take the initiative to contact you after I hang up the phone, you must not connect without authorization, or you may kill me."

"I see." Ling Jin took a deep breath and replied.

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhong hung up the phone. At this moment, he has come to the vicinity of Liangyi Temple, where he can already see the familiar building.

"Now that I have obtained the permission, the rest is preparation." Wen Zhong is very clear-headed. Now he has only completed a short period of preliminary tasks, and the real difficulty will begin now.

Thinking of this, he slammed on the gas pedal, and within a moment he broke into the Liangyi Temple, and even smashed the door blocking the hall.

He didn't have any ink marks, and he directly carried the guillotine on his back, picked up the golden box containing the radio, and walked towards the secret room of Liangyi Temple. He only knew the existence of this secret room after listening to Fang Diyuan.

The cold air oozing from the guillotine wrapped in gold leaf is sharper than usual at this moment, as if it knows that it will see blood today, its blade is trembling constantly, as if it is expecting and longing.

"Don't worry, there is still time, let's take our time." As if comforting the guillotine, but also comforting himself, Wen Zhong's figure appeared at the door of the secret room in an instant.

There was nothing in the secret room, and when Fang Diyuan evacuated here, all the supplies inside had been removed.

He chose this place not only because he didn't want to involve his friends, but also because of privacy considerations. Currently, only he can find this place, which can largely isolate some outside interference.

A piece of white cloth was spread on the floor, which he temporarily removed from the car. At the same time, a hood made of coarse cloth and hemp rope was also ready to plug all the gaps in the room, and all the preparations were completed.

"No, there's one more thing. Now all that's left is to deal with the radio. If I die, you won't be alone." He put the golden box containing the radio in the corner of the secret room.

Ghosts cannot corrode gold, unless a living person is willing to take the risk to open this gold box. Once Wen Zhong dies, this radio will most likely stay with him in this secret room for the rest of his life.

The body bag containing the mummified corpse lay flat on the ground, and everything was ready. Wen Zhong sat cross-legged on the white cloth. He thought about whether to record a video, after all, a person can commit suicide several times in a lifetime.

But after thinking about it, he still rejected this idea, because it was useless, so maybe he wanted to record it for himself to enjoy again later?

Just thinking about Wen Zhong makes me panic.

"Besides, my method is not suitable for mass production, so it is better not to conduct live broadcasts to mislead people."

He felt that this road was too dependent on luck, it was purely a gamble with fate, and the possibility of success was too low.

Wen Zhong took a deep breath. He had reached this point, and there was no reason to hesitate any longer. He suddenly opened the body bag where the mummified ghost was imprisoned, and the first step was to pull out the ghost thread in the opponent's body.

The moment the body bag was opened, those two shriveled and turbid eyeballs popped out of its sockets, and its body stood upright in an instant, the veins on its face protruded, and a hideous crack opened from the center of the brow to the chin, and the exposed flesh and bones looked extremely horrifying .

But the next moment, a cold guillotine pierced into the mummy's body abruptly, and the mummy ghost was indescribably injured in an instant like an ordinary person.

Its skin began to crack piece by piece, its whole body couldn't move, and the ghost thread under the skin also stopped wriggling, only the hideous slit on its face seemed to keep opening and closing with breathing.

"Gollum—"

A cloudy and weird eyeball appeared on Wen Zhong's arm, and he was still turning around to look around. He saw the suppressed mummy, and then it broke away from the flesh and sprung out of the opponent's body like mushrooms after rain.

One after another, cloudy and cold eyeballs continued to emerge from the opponent's body, and finally even the shadow of ghost pupils appeared in that hideous gap.

"Gollum—"

The ghost pupil kept turning on the mummy, and the next moment Wen Zhong raised an arm to hold down the mummy's head, and instantly he felt a piercing pain in his body, and the dormant ghost threads in his body were aroused at this moment.

"coming."

Wen Zhong felt all these changes with a blank face, ghost silk carried his consciousness and spliced ​​together with ghost pupil, if successful ghost pupil's supernatural power would also have a qualitative leap.

I don't know how long it took, but the weird changes stopped, and the mummy in front of me didn't show any signs of activity even without the suppression of the guillotine. Part of the thinking ghost's spirituality has been successfully inherited by the ghost pupil.

At the same time, the spiritual balance in his body, which had already become precarious, became even more dilapidated at this moment.

However, all of this is not important to Wen Zhong now, what is more important is that he has overcome the first difficulty.

"Very well, even if it is controlled, the reviving ghost instinct will gradually take over and return. The puzzle has been assembled, and the next step is to carry the consciousness."

As soon as the words fell, a hideous wound suddenly opened on Wen Zhong's body, and a gray-white dead light swam across his body, and the recovery of the ghost fungus was imminent.

At the same time, ghost pupils emerged from the wounds on his body one after another. Upon closer inspection, the originally cloudy ghost pupils were covered with red threads, like bloodshot eyes.

Cold, numb, tired.

A sense of suffocation suddenly appeared, and seeing this, Wen Zhong grabbed the coarse hemp rope headgear placed on the white cloth without hesitation, and then put it on his head, leaving only half of his mouth open.

There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth. Relying on his memory and feeling, he peeled off the gold leaf wrapped on the guillotine one by one, and the cold feeling became more dignified with each piece of gold leaf peeled off.

"boom--"

This cold feeling seemed to have formed a substance, as if he could hear something, before he had time to think about it, he peeled off the last piece of gold leaf wrapped on the guillotine.

now.

Guillotine began to fully recover.

The stiff ghost hand held the handle of the knife, his consciousness seemed to have been blurred, his hands were trembling constantly, and it was only for a moment that he suddenly knew a fatal fact.

It turned out that his head had already been dismembered by the guillotine when the gold leaf was stripped off for the first time, and that dull sound was the sound of his head falling onto the white cloth.

(End of this chapter)