The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 194
The next moment, the haze in front of him was dispelled by the deep gray light, and it rippled towards the surroundings.

"This is the Central Building?" Wen Zhong's eyebrows were opened with a hideous wound, and a bloodshot eye appeared in the depth of his eyebrows.

Although Ghost Tong's vision is still affected to a certain extent, it is much better than the previous state of being blind.

The layout of the surrounding furnishings is very similar to that of the central building, the only difference is that all the furniture and furnishings are in dilapidated condition, as if corroded by the haze spreading in the room.

But what made Wen Zhong even more horrified was that there were countless silhouettes of human figures standing densely around. It was hard to imagine that such a room could accommodate so many people unless you saw it with your own eyes.

In the corners of the room, on the table and even on the sofa, there were terrifying figures standing all over them, more than the mummies and ghosts that Wen Zhong used to transfer in the ghost domain before.

Fortunately, all these figures stood motionless in place, which made Wen Zhong heave a sigh of relief, otherwise so many figures would definitely be enough to tear him to pieces.

Even if he had a guillotine or even used Huangquan, he might not be able to eliminate or send away so many terrifying figures in the first place.

However, what he really needs to worry about is not just these figures. Under the cover of Huangquan, there is also the outline of a palm on Wen Zhong's wrist, which is constantly pinching his wrist.

Wen Zhong looked at the palm with flickering eyes, and the next moment, a guillotine pierced through the flesh of the palm and nailed it to the ground.

As the palm fell silent, the black and red palm prints on his wrist also began to slowly dissipate.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of mold enveloped the weird palm. Seeing this, Wen Zhong withdrew the guillotine and continued to look around.

For these standing figures, their eyes and mouths were all sewn up with black thread, their noses, ears and even their lips were cut off, and they looked very thin, similar to the slender ghost.

"These figures look very much like the combination of the slender ghost and the mummified ghost. Is it the masterpiece of the thinking ghost? Has it also evolved?"

It's no wonder that the atmosphere in the whole room is very depressing. Even standing with so many ghosts is enough to feel oppressive.

Just then, he saw a mutilated notebook on the ground not far away.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Zhong walked slowly through the crowd to the notebook, leaning down to pick it up, relying on the possession of Ghost Domain to hide himself.

The notebook was also eroded by the haze to a tattered state. After flipping through a few pages at random, the expression on Wen Zhong's face gradually changed from calm to shock, and finally to anger.

"Damn it, no wonder you always look confident and know everything. It turns out that you are the one who caused this mess."

The mood fluctuated, and even the ghost domain was deformed. Fortunately, Wen Zhong calmed down his mind and put the notebook away. The most urgent task is to find and imprison the thinking ghost.

The figures around were still motionless, and there were no fluctuations due to what happened just now. Wen Zhong knew that it was because his ghost domain isolated their perception, so they were safe and sound.

He controlled the ghost domain to continue to spread around, and Wen Zhong quickly found the door to leave here.

The door was covered with black scratches, and these weird scratches spread from the door to the floor, and then spread to the floor in the center of the room.

It seemed that someone had found the door to leave here like him, but at the last moment, they were captured by these terrifying figures, leaving only these black scratches to silently remind those who came after.

Looking at these scratches, Wen Zhong still remembered that during the second meeting of ghost masters, two ghost masters disappeared. It seems that the scratches here are probably left by them.

"If you don't use the ghost domain, you will die here. Who can stop so many ghosts?"

Wen Zhong was a little bit emotional, even if the ghost master controlled multiple ghosts, it would not be enough to face so many upgraded derivative ghosts, and sooner or later he would be exhausted to death here.

After all, ghost masters have limits, but ghosts don't have this concern.

Wen Zhong didn't hesitate, and immediately opened the door and walked out, probably because he was in the ghost realm, and the figures inside were still standing there without any movement.

"Fortunately."

He walked out of the dark and oppressive room and came to the corridor outside the door.

This is a dark corridor, somewhat similar to the long corridor that blocked his progress in the laboratory building at that time. Wen Zhong scanned the surrounding situation, and there was nothing around him.

"Now the question is, how do I find the thinking ghost? If I stay in the ghost domain, although there is no danger, I also have no way to find the thinking ghost."

Just when he had a headache about how to contact the thinking ghost, he suddenly felt that the haze around him became thicker, and then there was a creaking sound of the door being opened not far away.

A vague human silhouette came out of the darkness. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could feel a strange sight.

"Tap, tap—"

Following the sound of a series of footsteps, the visitor ignored the isolation of the ghost domain and walked directly into his ghost domain.

Wen Zhong was startled, feeling a little unbelievable, and then strange eyes appeared from the open wound on his body and looked over, trying to see clearly what the hell it was that came here.

Through the haze, I saw a man in a white Taoist robe standing in the corridor, his face was ashen and his body was stiff, his two withered and ashen eyeballs were staring straight at Wen Zhong.

"It's you!"

Wen Zhong's face darkened, he was still thinking about how to get in touch with the thinking ghost just now, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to find him the next moment.

The next moment, the other party's figure suddenly disappeared into his ghost domain, leaving only the sound of a series of footsteps approaching him.

The distance between the two is constantly shrinking, judging from the sound, the distance is even less than ten meters.

Wen Zhong subconsciously raised the guillotine to protect him, a trace of cold sweat broke out on his face, the other party came too fast and too suddenly.

Just when he couldn't help but swing his knife at the source of the sound, the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped, and the surroundings returned to calm, as if there had never been any abnormality.

But Wen Zhong knew that Li Gui had already appeared beside him, and a rotten smell rushed over his face. It seemed to be standing in front of him, looking at him.

"Do you want to start?"

Wen Zhong wasn't sure if it was really in front of him, holding the guillotine tightly with both hands, but he began to hesitate in his heart.

(End of this chapter)