The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 186
Wang Muyou's painful low growl filled every corner, he didn't expect the other party to hear his call, after Li Gui revived, Wen Zhong was no longer Wen Zhong, just a terrifying Li Gui.

But everything is not absolute, maybe his call played a role, or some other reason.

The movement of the headless ghost stopped at this moment.

"Wuah——" a strange roar sounded, and the headless corpse in front of him slowly lowered the raised arm, but it did not swing the second knife after all.

The roars continued one after another. It was the unwilling roar of the ghost head on the handle. The sound was harsh and weird, and it seemed to arouse fear in people's hearts.

This is already an indiscriminate spiritual attack.

If it wasn't for the Laughing Ghost's supernatural protection still in effect, just listening to it would be enough to engulf Wang Muyou, absolutely irresistible.

Immediately afterwards, the gray light that lit up around gradually shrank, and the next moment, the headless corpse turned around stiffly, and walked towards the secret room deep in the Liangyi Temple step by step.

A terrifying spiritual attack came to an end just like that, and was carried off by Wang Muyou abruptly.

This time it's really over, but the vomiting and tearing sensation brought by the ghost pupil is still very obvious, it seems that it will take a while to recover, and he will not be able to use the power of the ghost in a short time.

"That headless corpse is indeed Wen Zhong. What happened? And judging by his last actions, it definitely doesn't look like what a ghost can do. Could it be... is he still alive?"

Wang Muyou sat down against the wall, he was not in a hurry to leave here, the most urgent task right now was to collect information.

Although Liangyi Temple is empty, there should still be relevant information about this incident. After all, this is also the most powerful ghost master organization in Da'an City.

The most important thing is that he suspects that Wen Zhong is still alive, but there is a problem when controlling the ghost. If you think about it in this way, everything will make sense.

Then he couldn't leave here even more.

While thinking about countermeasures, he carefully searched the Liangyi Temple, and finally found the file bag that recorded this supernatural event. The fly in the ointment is that only part of the information is left.

"The thinking ghost incident, so that's how it is." Wang Muyou looked at the file with a frown. "It feeds on the flesh and blood of living people. The law of killing is inferred to be body temperature, eh? Why was a piece of paper torn off?"

From the remaining part of the text, it can be seen that this is a record of a conversation between two people.

Only the surname and a few words remained, but he could still recognize that one of them was Fang Diyuan, and the other was Luo. This was a very rare surname and this was the first time he had seen it.

"So, is it possible that Wen Zhong's current state is caused by the thinking ghost?" Wang Muyou murmured, he remembered that there were indeed twisted threads emerging from the other party's body.

Infested by thinking ghosts, so trying to save yourself in the secret room?
There is this possibility.

This can also explain why there is only Wen Zhong here, in order to prevent the possibility of failure, and at present, he has indeed failed, even his head was cut off.

"No, we can't just conclude that Wen Zhong has failed. He obviously still retains part of his consciousness. If he really failed, I'm afraid I'm dead at this time."

Thinking in this way, Wang Muyou quietly left the Liangyi Temple, searched the vicinity carefully to make sure there was no danger, and then returned to the Liangyi Temple.

Only this time, he was holding a dark sleeping bag-like thing in his hand, which was a special gold body bag.

He decided to stay in Liangyi Temple for the time being, and if Wen Zhong really revived, as a friend, he would have to send him off for the last time.

A day passed like this, nothing happened, but the smell of blood in the air became more intense.

Another day passed, and on this day, apart from the smell of blood, there was also a faint smell of putrefaction in the air, as if it was the smell of rotting corpses.

Still nothing happened, everything was peaceful.

On the third day, the rancid smell became stronger and stronger, as if it had covered up the bloody smell. No, it should be said that the bloody smell had also begun to rot.

The time came to the fourth day, and this day there was an abnormality, not only the smell, but also some mildew spots appeared on the surrounding walls, ground, and ceiling, spreading towards the surroundings.

But that's all there is, no further action has taken place.

Then came the fifth day, the inside of the Liangyi Temple seemed to be soaked in a layer of gray, the musty smell mixed with the smell of blood and rancidity permeated the Liangyi Temple.

Fortunately, Wang Muyou's supernatural power has almost recovered, so he can barely stay in this Liangyi Temple. He has a premonition that no matter whether he succeeds or fails, there will be results soon.

"The folks have the custom of reviving the soul within seven days. If Wen Zhong can really succeed, it should be within these two days."

This is an ancient folklore. It is said that people will return to the soul on the seventh day after death. This day is called the night of returning to the soul, and it is also known as the first seven days.

And in his thoughts, the sixth day came.

The movement that occurred on this day was greater than the sum of the previous days, because a series of strange knocking sounds came from the secret room deep in the Liangyi Temple, as if an extremely terrifying ghost was about to escape from it.

Fortunately, the knock on the door didn't last long, and the ghost fungus covered in Liangyi Temple disappeared at the same time. After the knock on the door stopped, they converged into the secret room together.

Tomorrow is the seventh day, and a trace of anxiety flashed across Wang Muyou's calm face.

Is it a terrifying ghost that came out of that secret room, or is it... hope that can end all this?
"Beep beep-"

The harsh ringtone of the mobile phone rang, and the moment Wang Muyou heard the sound, Wang Muyou opened a pair of slightly tired eyes.

Although he basically didn't sleep much after becoming a ghost master, he still felt a little tired after seven days of nervous tension, and hearing this voice represented...

The seventh and last day finally arrived.

At this moment, Wang Muyou's attention was highly concentrated, and he was always on guard against possible horrors. The ghost marks slowly spread to his body, and the body bag was ready. This time, he was fully prepared.

An hour passed without any abnormality.

Two hours passed without any abnormality.

This weird atmosphere lasted until twelve o'clock at noon. If it wasn't for the disgusting smell in the air, Wang Muyou almost thought that the secret room was empty.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but there was no movement in the secret room.

"Did he really fail?" Wang Muyou's face darkened, and he clenched his hands unconsciously. It seemed that luck was not on Wen Zhong's side this time.

However, at this moment, the door of the secret room was suddenly opened, and it seemed that something was about to come out of it.

(End of this chapter)