The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 259 The Found Voice

"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.

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

It is unequal and stupid to make a deal with a ghost, and even more so with a wise ghost, because the initiative of the transaction will never be in your hands.

But for Wen Zhong at this moment, he has no choice.

If he doesn't choose to make a deal, he will be trapped in this weird ruined temple until he dies.

This is absolutely unacceptable to Wen Zhong.

At this moment, looking at the weird clay sculpture in front of him, he fell into a deep silence.

But soon, Wen Zhong seemed to have made up his mind, he raised his left hand, and then closed his left eye.

"Give you."

After a while, he spoke these two words softly.

next moment.

With the sound of flesh and bones separating, his left hand fell to the ground in an instant.

At the same time, the socket of his left eye also began to ooze blood, mixed with some minced meat, which dripped onto the ground.

These are two of the tributes, or sacrifices, that this weird clay ghost needs in this weird deal.

As the price of paying for his left hand and left eye, Wen Zhong felt unprecedented pain, and his body was constantly shaking in this piercing pain.

This was unexpected pain, not a physical pain, but more like a mental torture.

"Stomach."

The incense ash was scattered on the table strangely, and soon formed a word stomach.

Obviously, this weird clay sculpture is urging Wen Zhong to complete the offering as soon as possible, so as to conclude this weird and unequal deal.

"It's for you too." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out bit by bit.

The next moment, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping non-stop on the ground of the ruined temple, and soon formed a pool of blood.

The smell of blood filled the ruined temple, mixed with the decaying smell of mud and dust, and it became more and more suffocating.

"Everything is given to you. Now, you can complete this transaction." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and said.

He stared at the clay sculpture in front of him with his remaining right eye, until now he was not sure whether the other party would really lift the temple's suppression on him.

This time, he was still betting that even if this ghost was wise, it would still act according to a certain law like other ghosts.

However, before the clay sculpture could respond, Wen Zhong heard a strange slamming sound from the gate of the ruined temple.

"Bang bang bang-"

But soon the banging on the door stopped, replaced by the sound of fingernails scratching the wooden door and the sound of something's heavy breathing.

This sound appeared suddenly and very regularly, and it was very uncomfortable to hear.

The moment he heard the voice, with his intuition of dealing with supernatural events for a long time, Wen Zhong was keenly aware that the thing scratching the door was definitely not a living person, and the two voices were filled with some kind of horrible curse.

The sound was most likely a mortal curse.

The reason why Wen Zhong is fine now is probably because this ruined temple is suppressing him and protecting him at the same time.

"Damn it." Wen Zhong cursed in a low voice, the bad premonition in his heart had come true.

If the curse of this ruined temple is really lifted by this weird clay sculpture, then he is afraid that he will be attacked by the ghosts wandering outside the temple gate immediately.

"Sure enough, making a deal with a ghost is an unfair and stupid thing."

At this moment, the weird clay sculpture on the altar finally responded: "Believers, the incense has been sent, and the temple curse will be lifted immediately."

With the appearance of this string of characters, the suppressed scratching sound outside the door became more and more sharp, and the gloomy panting sound also became more and more heavy, the sound almost seemed to be ringing in Wen Zhong's ear, mortal The curse was upon him.

"Is this the evil ghost that the clay sculpture ghost has attracted for the next transaction, or is this the supernatural event hidden on this Qingchen mountain?"

"Forget it, don't care what you are, cut it off first."

Wen Zhong turned his head sharply, staring sharply at the gate of the ruined temple. The release of the curse of the ruined temple not only released the terrifying ghosts, but also revived the ghosts in his body.

"His-"

As the flesh surged, hair-thin red threads continued to tear out from under the flesh, and soon covered Wen Zhong's forehead, and at the same time, a gap opened between his eyebrows.

The supernatural ghost pupils of the ghost part seem to have undergone some kind of mutation at this moment.

It seems to be gradually breaking away from Wen Zhong's control and recovering on its own, and it seems to have some kind of weird connection with this weird ruined temple, but it is more like fighting against a certain danger that occurred in a certain consciousness.

"Ghost pupil's reaction is not quite right, like some kind of omen."

Before Wen Zhong could think about it, the next moment, something that he didn't expect happened suddenly.

A piercing chill suddenly emerged from his limbs, at the same time Wen Zhong felt dizzy in his head, fine blood beads kept oozing from his forehead, and even fresh blood kept oozing out from his mouth and nose.

"What a joke!"

A trace of cold sweat mixed with blood was slipping down his forehead, but he could only watch helplessly as the wooden door of this dilapidated temple was opened little by little by the wandering ghost outside the door, unable to move at all.

A bloody hand that seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer suddenly squeezed out of the gap in the wooden door of the ruined temple, and clung firmly to the door.

The black blood was continuously smeared on the door panel as the palm was rubbed up and down, and the five pitch-black nails kept scratching the wooden door, and the terrifying sound of scratching the door became more and more clear.

This is a mortal curse, and it is attacking Wen Zhong, but Wen Zhong can't move at the moment, and even the ghost he is driving seems to have fallen into a deep sleep again, without any reaction.

Wen Zhong, who was in a desperate situation, did not notice that the face of the clay ghost on the altar table behind him began to twist unconsciously.

The facial features, which were originally made out of mud at random, now seem to have the thoughts of a living person. A pair of eyes made of transparent stones are fixed on Wen Zhong's back, like a hunter sizing up his own prey.

For a moment, as the body expanded and contracted, the clay figurine slowly raised one arm and grabbed Wen Zhong's neck bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)