The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 185 Headless Corpse
Mold, overwhelming mold, spots of mildew appeared on every pillar and even every brick. As time went by, a layer of thin velvet gradually formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strong smell of blood was mixed with the stench of mold, and an unspeakable spiritual attack hit Wang Muyou.

"This is a ghost fungus, so the person here is undoubtedly Wen Zhong, but why is he here?" Wang Muyou growled, and the ghost pattern gradually spread to his right hand holding the dagger.

He is trying his best to resist the attack from the ghost fungus.

"Wait, what is this?"

Suddenly, he saw a headless corpse walking towards him with stiff and heavy steps from the mold-wrapped corner, and it was holding something in its hand.

It was a big knife.

No, if it is subdivided, what it holds in its hand should be a guillotine used for beheading in ancient times, but there is no base, and it is tightly held in the hand by this headless corpse.

This guillotine is extremely sharp, thick blood drips continuously on the blade, it seems that this guillotine has cut something not long ago, of course the strangest thing is not the blade, but the handle.

A highly rotten head was connected to the handle of the guillotine, and the face was severely distorted and deformed. There were several claw-like wounds on it, from which a gloomy gray light occasionally flashed.

"Gollum—"

There seemed to be something like eyeballs buried in the wound of this skull, and one could feel an extremely cold gaze.

But to Wang Muyou, these are not the important points. What is more important is that the body of this headless corpse is wearing a criminal police uniform that he is very familiar with, and it has been soaked in blood at this moment.

The criminal police uniform, the sprawling ghost fungus, and the special supernatural item in his hand, he was [-]% sure that the headless corpse in front of him was definitely Wen Zhong.

but why……

Why did Wen Zhong, who is the person in charge of the city, die here alone, and he didn't look like he died from the resuscitation of a ghost, but more like...suicide.

This terrifying headless corpse didn't care about Wang Muyou's shock, it walked straight towards Wang Muyou, at the same time he slowly raised his hand holding the guillotine, as if to cut off his head.

"Damn it, how could this be."

Wang Muyou's eyelids twitched, looking at the blood-stained guillotine, he felt that it would be better not to provoke this headless corpse at this moment, but it was obvious that the other party had no intention of letting him go.

He was protected by the double supernatural protection of the Laughing Ghost and the Ghost Pattern, but just walking around the Liangyi Temple seemed to have triggered the killing pattern of this headless corpse.

"Tsk, there is a law for ghosts to kill, so what is its law of killing? If this knife can be regarded as a ghost, then there is no doubt that I have to face four ghosts now."

This is the frightening thing about the large number of ghosts in supernatural events. The laws of killing superimpose, even if Wang Muyou avoids one of them, there will always be another one waiting for him.

He could feel how terrifying Wen Zhong, who had recovered from the ghosts, was. For the first time, he lost confidence in the two ghosts he was controlling, and felt that they might not be able to protect him at this moment.

The dagger came out of his body, and he has now fallen into the ghost realm. It is useless to escape, and only by trying his best to suppress the terrifying ghost in front of him can he have a chance of survival.

A dead and cold gray light enveloped him, as if it wanted to leave some kind of agent on his body.

His legs were covered in mold, and a piercing pain came, and he was at a disadvantage in the supernatural confrontation between them.

Wang Muyou lowered his head subconsciously.

"wrong."

The moment he lowered his head, he felt an indescribable feeling, as if a shadow of death shrouded him.

And the headless corpse had already swung a fatal blow.

Wang Muyou only felt a pain in his neck, and in an instant a thin circle of red lines slowly appeared on his neck, and the blood slowly seeped out along the red lines, soaking his jacket and trousers, and finally dripped down at his feet, forming a circle of blood. A shallow pool of blood.

"What a joke!"

At this moment, even though he knew it was futile, he still retreated crazily, just to get away from the terrifying ghost in front of him.

A knife.

Just a knife.

His head was almost chopped off by this headless corpse. If it wasn't for the fact that the spiritual protection was still in effect, and if it wasn't for the dagger that also shared part of the attack for him, he would have died.

Fear, horror, and all kinds of emotions emerged at the same time. Wang Muyou's eyes were full of fear and horror. He could feel that the ghost in his body was completely suppressed after the knife.

If the other party slashed again...then he would definitely die.

Suddenly, his eyes hurt, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of them. Before he could think about it, his stomach hurt and there was a feeling of vomiting, and at the same time, his abdomen began to crack.

He only cared about this strange guillotine, but ignored the other terrifying ghosts on this headless corpse.

"vomit--"

Cracks began to spread from his abdomen, and a cloudy and bloodshot eyeball squeezed out from the wound, followed by the second, third, fourth...

There was an extra wound, and a cloudy eyeball protruded from it, and as the feeling of vomiting intensified, eyeballs stuck to stomach acid kept vomiting out of his mouth.

"Crack-"

This time it was the sound of bones breaking, his calf was twisted by a pale and stiff hand protruding from the darkness, as the twisting force of the ghost hand increased, his calf was gradually twisted into twists , the flesh was twisted and torn, and the blood kept gushing out.

Each of them was a deadly spiritual attack, and Wang Muyou was horrified to find that he was about to be unable to stop it.

The spirit of the Laughing Ghost is still protecting his body from being corroded by the ghost fungus, but that's all, it can't stop all the changes that happened to Wang Muyou's body.

Just less than a minute later, Wang Muyou felt like falling into hell, not to mention being suppressed, even his body was directly invaded by the ghost, and the ghost almost merged with him, even if he left at this time use.

His body was covered with strange eyeballs, and countless sights came from the cracks in his body, even turning continuously, as if they wanted to tear his body apart completely.

"Wen, Wen Zhong!" Wang Muyou was covered in blood, his expression was painful and ferocious, but after all, he had controlled two ghosts, how could he die so easily.

Even if his heart is broken and his internal organs are torn apart, he can still survive, and he can maintain a clear consciousness.

"Damn it, I don't know what happened here, but didn't you say you want to pass the second stage of the ceremony, how could you just die here!"

(End of this chapter)