The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 258 The Unequal Deal
"Believers, do you want to trade or return it."

Jianwenzhong didn't respond for a long time, it seemed to be a mechanical program, and asked again.

Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong's eyes were a bit complicated, he just wanted to leave here at the moment.

If such a request is made to this clay sculpture, is it a deal?

With the mentality of giving it a try, Wen Zhong said to the clay sculpture: "I want to leave this Qingchen Mountain, and at the same time, I want to solve the supernatural events that happened on Qingchen Mountain."

silence.

The surroundings fell into an unspeakable silence.

The clay sculpture didn't give him an immediate response, and after Wen Zhong made a request, even the burning speed of the stick of incense in the incense burner slowed down a lot.

The other party seemed to be weighing something.

half an hour.

The incense ash in the incense burner fell on the altar again, and two lines of characters made of incense ash appeared crookedly on the altar.

"Believers, you need to make offerings to these five ghosts before you can leave this light dust mountain."

"Believers, you need to make offerings to these ten ghosts to solve the supernatural events that happened on Qingchen Mountain."

Immediately afterwards, another line of densely packed small characters appeared below these two lines of words, all of which were the code names of Li Gui, and there were fifteen of them.

"Is this what the deal means?" Wen Zhong's expression was a bit ugly, he looked at these few lines and pondered: "I will give it a ghost, and it will do things for me. It seems fair, but I always feel that something is not right. Right."

Wen Zhong looked at it and found that something was not quite right.He had never even heard of the ghosts written on this list, so where would he find them.

Even if he was lucky enough to find it, how could he bring so many ghosts here to feed it.

and.

"Where did you get this list, and who are you?" Wen Zhong frowned and looked at the clay sculpture again, but he still couldn't help asking the question he wanted to know the most.

This time, the incense ash in the censer quickly fell onto the altar, and there was only one crooked word on it: God.

The next moment, a gust of dark wind blew away the divine character on the altar, and in Wen Zhong's slightly surprised eyes, it turned into a human character, but soon another gust of dark wind blew.

Eventually, it became a crooked ghost word.

Looking at the ever-changing fonts, Wen Zhong inexplicably felt a chill in his heart. There is no doubt that this is another alien, with a certain degree of consciousness, he can even communicate with him.

The thinking ghost is like this, and the clay sculpture in front of him is the same. The only difference between the two is probably that the thinking ghost wants to kill him, but the clay sculpture in front of him wants to make a deal with him.

Wen Zhong even had an urge to push this clay sculpture. He suspected that the real ghost was hidden in this clay sculpture. If he broke the clay sculpture, he didn't know if he would be released.

But considering his own situation, he still didn't do so. At least in the previous two rounds of trials, he was sure that he could communicate with the other party.

So no matter whether it is good or bad, since the other party has responded to him, Wen Zhong can also take advantage of the situation to continue to have some kind of communication with it.

Wen Zhong pondered for a moment, then asked again: "Can you bring Wang Muyou to me?"

Wang Muyou had indeed died in Baiyang Village. If he wanted to bring the other party in front of him, the first thing he had to face was the curse of time wandering in Baiyang Village, and then the old man of the Republic of China.

In addition to this, the clay sculpture was to resurrect a dead man.

There are three difficulties, each one can be said to be desperately difficult, at least even Wen Zhong, a top ghost master at the captain level of the supernatural circle, can hardly overcome any of them.

The difficulty is great, one can imagine.

He raised this question mainly because he wanted to test the limits of this clay sculpture. If the opponent is really a ghost, then this is the best time to experiment.

This time, less than five seconds later, the incense ash in the incense burner fell on the altar again, and the crooked handwriting covered the words written by the incense ash before.

Wen Zhong poked his head over to look, his face suddenly became extremely solemn, and saw a line written on the altar table: Believers, you need to offer these three ghosts to see Wang Muyou.

And these three ghosts are ghost fungi, ghost pupils, and ghost twisters.

The meaning of this clay sculpture is obvious, it is to let Wen Zhong exchange everything he has for Wang Muyou.

"I didn't expect me to be so valuable in the eyes of this ghost." Wen Zhong's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart: "I finally understand, this ghost is a usurer, and he also collected money in advance. Interest, I really want to chop off its mud head with a knife, no, how could I be so excited."

Wen Zhong scratched his face, and then made an extremely exaggerated grimace in front of the clay sculpture, so exaggerated that if there was a mirror, he would definitely laugh non-stop when he saw it.

"The feelings lost after becoming a ghost master are gradually recovering, how is this possible..." A trace of fear wandered in his heart, filling his limbs, and he hadn't felt it for a long time.

This temple is indeed eccentric and cannot stay here any longer.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong couldn't care less about communicating with this weird clay sculpture, and immediately turned around to leave the temple.

However, the next moment.

A cold air flow passed behind him, and the wooden door in front of him was closed with a "bang--", no matter how hard he shook it, the rotten wooden door that was eaten by moths did not move at all.

This kind of situation is no stranger to Wen Zhong, and it has happened before in the second memory.

At this moment, the ashes in the incense burner fell on the altar again, and a line of familiar words appeared in Wen Zhong's sight: "Believers, do you want to trade or return it."

This is a typical strong buying and selling.

Sure enough, making a deal with a ghost is extremely dangerous no matter what.

Wen Zhong thought for a while and said: "...I want to lift the suppression of this temple on me, can you do this..."

"Believers, you need to make an offering of these three things, and you will be able to release the suppression of this temple on you."

The incense ash fell on the altar. This time, the clay sculpture did not ask Wen Zhong to make an offering to the ghost, but asked Wen Zhong to give it three things.

"Are you kidding?" Wen Zhong looked at the list, his expression became quite ugly, because the three things the other party needed were his stomach, a palm, and an eyeball.

However, compared to the previous request made by this clay sculpture, the price Wen Zhong needs to pay this time is much lower, at least within his ability.

Do you want to give up, or do you have to fight?
Wen Zhong fell into silence again.

(End of this chapter)