The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 197

Bringing up the guillotine again, Wen Zhong tried to rein in this almost incomprehensible thinking ghost before this weird change was completed.

The thinking ghost also seemed to be aware of Wen Zhong's behavior. The black and red haze was mixed with black and red light, and quickly gathered together to wrap its body tightly.

No matter how Wen Zhong's haunted area is washed away, this thick layer of haze cannot be dispelled. Everything seems to be a foregone conclusion. He will die here, and Da'an City will be completely sealed off.

As for the thinking ghost, it is about to enter the next stage.

"Damn it, how is this possible! This is definitely cheating, get my gun, I'm going to report this bastard myself!"

At this moment, even Yan Wenhua, who had been in the temporary headquarters outside Da'an City, couldn't help jumping up and down anxiously.

He only hated that he wasn't there, otherwise he would have given this thinking ghost a round of bullets.

Not for anything else but to vent the grievances in my heart.

Today, his mood was drawn by this supernatural event, like he was riding a roller coaster. Several times he was so excited that he was about to jump up. Unexpectedly, reality immediately taught him another lesson.

But he couldn't do anything except worry, he was holding a special pistol in his hand, after hesitating repeatedly, he sighed heavily, put the pistol down and sat back down again.

Helpless.

At this moment, Wen Zhong looked at the thinking ghost wrapped in black and red haze in front of him, feeling extremely heavy.

He managed to end this supernatural event, but this ghost didn't reason with him at all, and as a result, it pushed his hope back into the abyss in a blink of an eye.

Wen Zhong mentioned that the guillotine had already set his posture, but the ghost pupil could not see the position of the thinking ghost clearly through the black and red haze.

Moreover, he faintly felt that the opponent's mutation seemed to be coming to an end, which meant that he only had one chance left to restrict the opponent.

If he succeeds, he can really end this supernatural event. If he fails, not only he will die, but even the whole Da'an City will be buried with him.

A trace of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and Wen Zhong's face became extremely ugly.

From becoming a ghost master to now, he has made difficult choices countless times. He thought that he would no longer hesitate when faced with choices, but he didn't expect...

Even now he would become so hesitant.

A sense of fear was always lingering in his heart, and even his hands were trembling constantly, not knowing whether it was because of fear or the pain caused by the fractured bones.

"Wait, I still have another move!"

Suddenly, Wen Zhong's eyes lit up, and there were ghost pupils left by him on the backs of both hands of the thinking ghost. If all went well, he could use the ghost pupils as a medium to determine the location of the thinking ghost.

"Gollum—"

In the open wound between the eyebrows, a cloudy and bloodshot eyeball is constantly turning, trying to find the hidden thinking ghost in this thick layer of haze.

"Where! Where! Where!"

Wen Zhong roared deep in his heart, the deeper the ghost's power digs, the closer he is to death, the ghost fungus has all gathered, and he is suppressing the ghost pupil together with the ghost hand.

If it was Wen Zhong before committing suicide, if he dared to use Li Gui's power in this way, he would have already died of Li Gui's recovery.

suddenly.

He found that terrifying figure in a corner in the haze, the ghost pupil's induction had become indistinct, and it seemed that the mutation that happened to the other party was about to end.

Fortunately, Wen Zhong found the other party at the last moment.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

With a roar, Wen Zhong spotted the target, and rushed towards the haze in front of him like crazy.

The thinking ghost seemed to be aware of it too. It raised its head stiffly, as if it was looking at Wen Zhong outside the haze. The next moment, a broken guillotine pierced through its chest.

Wen Zhong raised his head and looked at the thinking ghost in front of him. The strange book on his chest was pierced by the guillotine, and all the changes in the thinking ghost's body ended at this moment.

It still wants to struggle and raise its arms, but the black and red haze around it dissipates like morning dew.

At the moment this weird book was pierced, Wen Zhong seemed to see a smile flashing across the face of the thinking ghost, and at the last moment of its life, it seemed to have turned back into the master of the Liangyi Temple.

"Wen Zhong, well done."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wen Zhong felt that Fang Diyuan's voice was coming from his ear, it was so familiar to him, like an old friend greeting.

The sound of corpses falling to the ground came one after another from all around. It was the sound of those derivative ghosts falling to the ground in the nearby room.

The next moment, the haze surrounding Da'an City quickly dissipated, and the supernatural event that had plagued Da'an for dozens of days was really over.

Wen Zhong looked at the thinking ghost nailed to the wall, no, it should be Fang Diyuan, and couldn't help feeling a little bit in his heart, originally he shouldn't have to die.

"Hello, is this the headquarters?" Wen Zhong said to the satellite phone pinned to his chest: "The thinking ghost has been suppressed, please send people to Da'an City for rescue work as soon as possible."

"By the way, remember to bring a large golden container, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to lock this ghost thing."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhong fell to the ground with his eyes closed. No matter how anxiously urged by the wiring room at the other end of the satellite phone, he still closed his eyes tightly, as if he had already fallen into a sweet dream.

Of course, it is impossible to have a good dream.

It is already 07:30 in the morning, the sun has risen high, and the warm sunshine has dispelled the haze covering Da'an City.

In the temporary headquarters outside Da'an City, a series of hurried footsteps were heard, and a heavily armed observer ran in panting.

"Yan, Team Leader Yan, the haze covering Da'an City has dissipated!" the observer said eagerly and excitedly.

"good, very good, excellent!"

Yan Wenhua stood up abruptly and patted the table. He was a man of true temperament from a military background. He even laughed unconsciously when he heard this good news that might be overdue.

"Where are Chen Zhanluo and the others, have they all entered Da'an City? Go and inform Minister Cao and the others again. By the way, remember to bring another gold box."

Soon, countless lights lit up in the temporary headquarters, armored vehicles were ready to go, and Yan Wenhua was sitting in the leading vehicle looking at the city of Da'an.

Those who are still in the headquarters are basically logistics personnel, and the professionals in charge of medical rescue are all ready, and all kinds of first aid materials are also packed and sealed.

Just waiting for Yan Wenhua's order, everyone will immediately enter Da'an City to carry out rescue work.

(End of this chapter)