The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 196 Crazy Deathmatch

The blood-soaked palm firmly clamped the guillotine, and a scarlet blood stain appeared from under it, gradually spreading and soaking the white Taoist robe worn by the thinking ghost.

Under Wen Zhong's shocked gaze, its upper body was completely soaked in blood, and then a vague human-shaped outline rose up, as if another ghost was still hiding in its body.

"Crack-"

With a crisp breaking sound, the blade of the guillotine was snapped off abruptly by this horrible palm.

Before he had time to be surprised, another arm soaked in blood suddenly stretched out towards Wen Zhong.

The target was his neck, this terrifying force that could even be crushed by a guillotine knife, once caught by it, his neck would definitely be twisted into two, and he was absolutely dead.

At the very moment, a deep gray light lit up, and wisps of mold, like rain, kept adhering to the thinking ghost's body, trying to suppress the arm that was stretched towards him.

But the thin velvet formed by the ghost fungus can only slightly delay its movement, and there is no way to completely suppress it.

Although it didn't work as expected, it was enough, enough for Wen Zhong to retreat from here first.

This was only the first wave of attacks, and Wen Zhong struggled to carry it down. The result was not much different from what he expected. The terror level of the thinking ghost was much higher than him, but what Wen Zhong didn't expect was that even the guillotine It's all folded here.

Now he can be said to have used all means. If there is no other means, he will still die if he just spends it with the thinking ghost like this.

Even he fell here, Wen Zhong couldn't think of anyone who could deal with this unsolvable ghost.

"No, I have another trick." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and looked at the thinking ghost in front of him, "I have to find a way to make it bow its head, as long as I can chop off the head of this ghost..."

"Tick-"

Wen Zhong's figure appeared in the corridor again, his face became scorched black, and drops of thick ink flowed out from the corner of his mouth, making the scalp numb to those who watched.

The ink-like substance that dripped on the ground exuded a strong burnt smell. This was the charred black substance that Wen Zhong had collected from Dai Zhibin before he left the safe house.

Similar to his ghost fungus, it also has the supernatural power to corrode all horrors.

At this moment, Wen Zhong has conceived a bold plan in his mind, and he wants to bet everything on the second contact.

"Gollum—"

Almost determined to die, the flesh between his brows tore a hideous wound, and a cloudy, bloodshot eye popped out of the wound.

The ghost pupils that had been suppressed began to rotate again, and as a price, the restlessness of the long-lost Li ghost's recovery was revealed again.

The ghost pupil and the thinking ghost looked at each other, and the distance between them was already very close, so close that they could even see every corpse spot on the thinking ghost's face clearly.

Suddenly, the two arms protruding from the ghost shirt firmly clamped Wen Zhong's hands, a strange force came, and the sound of bones breaking instantly resounded.

But the thinking ghost's own arm hangs down feebly, and the flesh on the back of its hand is also torn apart, revealing two cloudy and bloodshot eyeballs.

At this moment, the empty door in front of the thinking ghost's chest was wide open, and it would take time for the slender ghost to get out of its throat again.

The war opportunity was fleeting, and Wen Zhong's eyes flashed fiercely. This method was only thought of after he was attacked by thinking ghosts three times, and he was also driven to a desperate situation.

"Roar--"

With a stern roar, Wen Zhong opened his mouth suddenly, and the distance between the two was close enough that he bit the thinking ghost's throat without accident.

A cold feeling hit the entrance, Wen Zhong only felt that what he was biting was rotten meat, but in an instant he felt that he was about to spit it out, but he still held back forcefully.

And the thinking ghost stagnated, as if it had been attacked by an unexpected attack and crashed.

But this is not because Wen Zhong bit its throat, but because the scorched black ink-like supernatural liquid smeared on Wen Zhong's mouth is constantly eroding its body at this moment.

"Uh uh uh uh uh!" (give me a heads down!)

Wen Zhong was pulling down Sigui's body with almost all his strength, his teeth had sunk deeply into the opponent's flesh, and Sigui's originally stiff body began to tremble.

"Pfft-"

A cluster of quiet flames ignited from the other party's neck, Wen Zhong felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood when he saw this faint flame, and forcibly pulled his wrist out of the bloody palm of the ghost shirt.

A piercing pain came, Wen Zhong was sure that his wrist was absolutely comminuted, only a layer of skin was left to wrap his wrist, but at this moment he couldn't care less about it.

Forcibly holding the broken guillotine, he swung his arms round and swung towards the cluster of flames. Nothing could stop him.

Cut it off with a knife, without any accidents, the flame behind the other party's neck went out, and then a thin circle of red lines appeared on its neck, and thick corpse water seeped out along the wound in an instant.

Fortunately, Wen Zhong reacted quickly enough to let go when the red line appeared, otherwise he would have to rinse his mouth with this corpse water.

However, some corpse water splashed on his face.

But these are not important anymore, the most important thing is that the thinking ghost has been successfully restrained by him, and this supernatural incident can be declared resolved.

The surrounding haze is slowly dissipating, and it seems that a long-lost sun is rising outside the window as usual, shining on Da'an City, which has been dark for a long time.

"Damn it, it's finally... over..."

Wen Zhong lay powerlessly on the ground, he was so tired that he wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep right now.

Suddenly, he saw the book inlaid on Thinking Ghost's chest began to flip again, and under the sunlight outside the window, he could clearly see such a passage written on the book.

"I was restrained by the ghost master Wen Zhong, which means the supernatural event is over, no, I am not reconciled."

Seeing these words, Wen Zhong's pupils dilated suddenly, because he found that the haze that had dissipated in the corridor began to gather again, and the body of the thinking ghost also began to change at this moment.

As if turning back time, the wound on its neck began to heal, and the corpse water that had been spilled on the ground began to flow back slowly, even the corpse water that splashed on his face also rushed back.

"what is this?"

Consciousness is a little confused, an abnormal phenomenon that ordinary people can't understand is happening in front of Wen Zhong's eyes, his expression has become extremely horrified, as if a ghost has seen you.

Don't let him succeed, or he will definitely die.

There is only one thought left in Wen Zhong's mind, which is frantically driving him to stand up again.

(End of this chapter)