The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 261 First Meeting
"boom--"

With a muffled sound of hitting the ground, Wen Zhong could feel his body being hit hard on a piece of wet and muddy ground.

Confusion, weakness, and all kinds of negative feelings eroded his body non-stop, and Wen Zhong's half-closed eyes were staring blankly at a weed not far away.

However, he was clearly watching, but his pupils were not focused, and his eyes were ashen, as if his consciousness had been pulled out of his body.

If it wasn't for the slight twitching of the body, anyone who saw it would think it was a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

The rain kept dripping.

Time is passing slowly.

1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed...

I don't know how long it has passed, Wen Zhong's eyes suddenly brightened, followed by a sharp and piercing pain and a greedy and shortness of breath.

"Didn't I fall into the darkness... This is not the ruined temple, nor is it Qingchen Mountain... Where is this..."

He was trying to recall everything that happened just now, as well as bits and pieces about his second uncle.

"Damn it, what happened..."

Because Wen Zhong clearly remembered that he fell into the darkness, and saw his second uncle in the darkness.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong's face suddenly changed.

"However, you are really good. You can take away my important things several times, and I will double it back when the time comes. Be prepared."

No matter what the purpose of this person is, they have been in an endless situation between them after targeting him several times.

Once he fell asleep, the attacks of this intrusive consciousness would attack him one after another. If he couldn't resist, the consequences would be disastrous.

He is now in a pitch-black old forest, and there are several clearly visible ruts not far from where he fell to the ground, spreading towards the depths of the old forest.

If it was this terrifying ghost that attacked him, then it would make more or less sense.

The feeling was so indescribable that it caused him great pain.

"Wait." Wen Zhong stared at the man's back, and shouted with difficulty: "Who are you!"

My head hurts and my whole body is very numb.

But I don't know if it's because of the pain, Wen Zhong's memory of before he became a ghost master is very vague, as if a layer of white mist covered his memory.

"Is it a dream? I once saw a list of ghosts on a special website. I remember that the second-ranked ghost was...a nightmare. What happened just now may have something to do with it."

As the sound came, the figure of Yan Huan Chao was also submerged in the depths of the old forest, leaving only Wen Zhong leaning on the old tree and thinking about the name Yan Huan Chao.

Wen Zhong looked at the ruts spreading in the distance, with a gloomy expression on his face.

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and walked towards the depths of Lao Lin, ignoring Wen Zhong's somewhat surprised gaze.

A series of questions appeared in Wen Zhong's mind.

Wen Zhong didn't speak, just stared at the man in front of him, he could feel a familiar feeling from him, but at the same time he was very sure that he had never seen him before.

The second-ranked ghost on the list of ghosts, Nightmare, can cause living people to die in dreams. The law of killing is temporarily unknown, and the trajectory of action is temporarily unknown.

After recovering on his stomach for a while on the muddy and wet ground, Wen Zhong took a few deep breaths and struggled to get up from the muddy ground.

The brain seemed to be cut into several pieces by a machete, Wen Zhong only felt that he could not even open and close his mouth freely.

"That is to say, everything I experienced just now was a dream, but how is this possible? If Nightmare wants to kill someone, the target must first be asleep. I have been awake all the time."

Fortunately, the ghost he was driving had died, and even though his body was weak like this, there was still no abnormality.

"Why did the second uncle appear there? Does the supernatural event that happened in that ruined temple have anything to do with him? Could it be that he is also a ghost master? Wait, something seems wrong..."

The next moment, a tall and straight man appeared in Wen Zhong's sight.

Just when Wen Zhong felt that he had almost recovered and was about to continue on the road along the ruts, a voice full of mocking tone suddenly came from the depths of the old forest.

"Just look forward to it."

The attack this time is probably the same as before, it was an attack on him by another ghost master who participated in the ceremony.

On his chest was a mask that Wen Zhong was very familiar with, but it was covered by a strange shadow, making it difficult to see the specific number.

Look around at the scenery.

While thinking, Wen Zhong tried his best to control his body, and walked unsteadily to the old tree closest to him.

Immediately afterwards, a vague figure appeared in the shadow deep in the old forest, and was quickly approaching him.

He could feel how dangerous this person hiding in the shadows was. Among the ghost masters he had seen before, perhaps only Chen Zhanluo, who was designated as the captain by default, could match him.

"Could it be that the nightmare has been controlled by someone..."

"Before completing the third stage of the ceremony, it seems that I can't sleep peacefully, unless I can find that person in advance and successfully kill him."

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong's expression couldn't help becoming a little dignified.

"The person in charge of Da'an City, Wen Zhong." The man said slowly, "I didn't expect that we would have a chance to meet again."

"Nightmare, you really know how to associate."

"Don't mention my previous name, remember that I am now called Yan Huanchao, and the next time you hear this name is the date of your death."

"Name?" The man's voice floated from the depths of the old forest.

The body is very weak, but for him now, these are not the priorities to think about and deal with.

"Where is this place? It looks like I was thrown out of that rickshaw halfway, but what happened to Qingchen Mountain just now..."

"Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything today, you have a lot of secrets, I want to dig out slowly." The man spoke very slowly, as if he was talking about another trivial matter.

moment.

He no longer struggled, and looked up carefully at the direction where the ruts spread.

Immediately, a deep and dead gray light lit up, and Wen Zhong's figure disappeared in place.

This old forest was quiet again, and the ruts on the muddy road disappeared with Wen Zhong, and were gradually washed away by the rain. Only the weeds on the roadside witnessed what happened here.

(End of this chapter)