The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 195 Nail it!
If he misses this knife, will he be able to withstand the next attack of the thinking ghost?

Wen Zhong no longer dared to continue imagining, facing this terrifying thinking ghost, every nerve in his body roared in a low voice, urging him to swing this knife as soon as possible to dispel the surrounding haze.

But he gritted his teeth and still resisted the urge to do it directly. He must not relax in the slightest in the face of this terrifying ghost.

His ghost domain was continuously being oppressed by some unknown spirit, and the cold haze was still spreading, blowing on Wen Zhong's body, and the cracked wounds began to close, as if his eyes were suddenly closed.

Obviously, this is a manifestation of the erosion and suppression of Ghost Tong's spirit, and it also means that he may be attacked.

But even so, Wen Zhong still didn't choose to do anything, his nerves were already tense to the extreme, he paid more attention to the movements around him, and was always on guard against the thinking ghost's sudden attack on him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... A full minute passed.

The thinking ghost still didn't make a move, it seemed to have left from here, as if only Wen Zhong was left here to fight wits and courage with the air.

This is the most difficult moment for Wen Zhong. The wounds on his body have all been closed, and the haze has enveloped the entire corridor. He is now like a blind man and can only rely on his senses to defend.

The real horror is often not at the moment when it comes, but the waiting before the horror is the most deadly for everyone, it is a kind of suffering, it is a kind of suffering.

Wen Zhong was eager for the thinking ghost to show up, so that he could have room to play, obviously he had already met the attacking conditions of the thinking ghost, but the ghost was able to resist attacking him.

Now it seems that they are boiling the eagles, each other is waiting for the other to show its flaws first.

Under the stalemate between the two sides, another 10 minutes passed.

Just after the last wound on his body was closed, there was sudden movement around him.

Suddenly, Wen Zhong felt that something behind him was plucking his hair. Although the force was very light, it really seemed that a cold palm was constantly walking on his neck.

In an instant, he only felt his scalp go numb, and almost subconsciously turned around and swung the guillotine to cut behind him.

"what!"

To Wen Zhong's surprise, there was nothing behind him. In an instant, he realized that he had been tricked by the thinking ghost. He had been guarding against the other party's attack, and why not the thinking ghost.

If the ghost pupils were still there, Wen Zhong could easily see through Li Gui's traps, but it's a pity that there is no such thing in this world.

A black-red light appeared behind Wen Zhong, and a withered and ashesy arm full of cracks slowly stretched out, grabbing Wen Zhong's neck violently.

It was cold and stiff, sticking tightly to Wen Zhong's skin like the tentacles of an octopus, and then a terrifying force came, as if it was about to snap his neck in two in an instant.

Wen Zhong was startled, he didn't expect the thinking ghost to be so cunning, the part pinched by the ghost had already started to become numb, and soon began to spread to other parts of his body.

This force is getting stronger and stronger, it seems that he wants to strangle Wen Zhong so abruptly.

Although the reaction was a step slower, at this moment.

Wen Zhong's body was cracked with countless hideous cracks, deep gray light flickered deeply, and the ghost fungus crazily spread towards the thinking ghost's body, and soon dense mold spots appeared on its body.

At the same time, he stabbed the guillotine backhand, not very hard, but it was enough to get him out of the current predicament. He only felt his neck loosen, and his whole body almost fell forward.

The ghost domain unfolded again, the surrounding haze was dispelled by the deep gray light, and a familiar face appeared in Wen Zhong's eyes.

It was Fang Diyuan who was possessed by the thinking ghost, after such a period of time, his body has been corroded by the thinking ghost.

His originally delicate and handsome face was covered with corpse spots, his limbs were as thin as sticks, and his skin was ashy and chapped. The most surprising thing was that there was a book inlaid on his chest, which was still flipping strangely.

Seeing Fang Diyuan's miserable appearance, Wen Zhong's eyes shrank suddenly.

But there was no time left for him to sigh, the thinking ghost suddenly opened its mouth, and there was a terrifying grimace hidden in its throat.

With the help of the deep gray light of Huangquan, one can vaguely recognize that this face is the slender ghost whose facial features are sewn with needles and threads. It seems that Wen Zhong's guess is correct, and the thinking ghost finally controlled the slender ghost.

The jaw of this terrifying grimace split open suddenly, revealing rows of teeth as fine as needlepoints. It suddenly poked its head out of Thinking Ghost's throat, and bit Wen Zhong's head.

Once bitten, it can be predicted that Wen Zhong will definitely die. Even if he barely survives, he may not be able to resist the next attack of the thinking ghost.

At this critical moment, he abruptly raised the guillotine and placed it between the two of them.

But before Wen Zhong could heave a sigh of relief, what happened next made his heart sink to the bottom in an instant.

This weird guillotine was actually cracked by the ghost bite, as if it would burst open in the next moment, Wen Zhong felt palpitations when he saw it, and couldn't believe his eyes.

"What a joke!"

Wen Zhong let out a low growl and wanted to withdraw the guillotine, but he was bitten tightly by the opponent and couldn't move. What's more, a black-red light suddenly appeared on the thinking ghost's body, and it began to spread continuously towards the surroundings.

This is the virtualization ghost controlled by He Youxu.

Just when the black and red light was about to erode Wen Zhong's body, a black medicine stone with an unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine fell from his pocket and hit the book on Sigui's chest directly.

"boom--"

There was a muffled sound, and the thinking ghost's body couldn't help but retreated a few steps, and the black-red light that was spreading continuously stagnated.

Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment. He remembered that the mysterious little leaf gave him this thing. At that time, he was still curious about the use of this thing, but he didn't expect it to be a supernatural bomb.

It was too late to be surprised.

He didn't miss this opportunity, the ghost held the guillotine tightly in his hand, and he almost used all his strength to rush towards the thinking ghost, his goal was to stab the thinking ghost's body with the guillotine.

Although something unexpected happened, he firmly believed that as long as he restrained the weird book on Li Gui's chest, everything would be over.

"It was you who lost!" Wen Zhong roared crazily, as if he could see that victory was right in front of him.

but……

He failed, the guillotine stopped just a little distance away from Li Gui's chest, and a blood-soaked palm tightly clamped the guillotine.

Wen Zhong is also no stranger to this palm, it is the ghost shirt Yan Duo is wearing.

(End of this chapter)