The Mysterious Resurrection

Wen Zhong raised his head and glanced around.

It was still pitch black, without any change, and the ghosts were still attacking all other living people.

The only exception was Xu Chen, who stood in the corner like a transparent person, even if there were occasional palm prints floating beside him, they quickly left his side.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong's eyes moved slightly. He didn't feel even a single spiritual wave on Xu Chen's body, that is to say, Xu Chen avoided the attack of the ghost just by standing there normally.

This is unreasonable.

Even if the other party is a heterogeneous person in the spiritual circle, it is impossible for this to happen.

Wen Zhong recalled the scene of encountering these people in front of this mental care center at the beginning, but no matter what he thought, there seemed to be no such person as Xu Chen among those people.

It was as if he had just appeared out of nowhere.

"No, if he was a ghost in human skin, how could he communicate with other people, and Yuan Yingfei and the others didn't show any abnormality towards Xu Chen."

It's understandable that he didn't know Xu Chen, but if even Yuan Yingfei and others who got off the bus didn't know Xu Chen, then the problem would be a bit serious.

But it seems to be fine now.

Although Xu Chen was somewhat withdrawn and weird, he had finally communicated with other people.

"At this time, it's better not to make yourself uncomfortable. Even if that Xu Chen is really a ghost in human skin, we have to wait until later to deal with it. It's not worth fighting with him now."

In the end, Wen Zhong chose to temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart, stepped forward and left the self-made register in his hand in the guide desk.

Next, leave from this hall.

There are a total of two passages on the left and right of the hall, which are also soaked in darkness. No one knows what is inside, nor does it know which passage has the stairs leading to the second floor behind it.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong shouted: "I'll open the way, everyone follow."

The voice was not loud, but it was just enough to attract everyone's attention. Even Xu Chen, who looked like a corpse in the corner, twisted his neck mechanically and looked at Wen Zhong.

I saw Wen Zhong raised his foot and stomped on the ground, and then a layer of dark gray thin fleece burst out from his trousers, mixed with traces of scarlet blood, and turned into a sharp arrow, piercing through the blockade. The darkness on the ground quickly spread towards the passage ahead.

The area where the ghost fungus spread seemed to be isolated from this hall, and the weird palm prints flying all over the sky seemed to touch the transparent wall, and it was impossible to get close to it for a while.

Wen Zhong took the lead and ran towards the front passage. During the running, every time his feet touched the ground, a cluster of mold with unusual colors would emerge, as if he was blocking something.

Seeing this, the others also stepped on the carpet made of ghost fungi without saying a word, and quickly followed behind Wen Zhong.

In a short while, Wen Zhong stepped on the ghost fungus and disappeared into the dark passage, and the people behind him also managed to escape from the hall before the ghost fungus carpet disappeared.

"Successful, and finally survived."

As soon as he left the hall, there were ghost masters cheering behind him. Although he knew that he had to go to the second floor to be truly safe, he still couldn't hold back the feeling of gratitude that he escaped from death.

"Don't relax, there is no safety at all in this ghostly place." Yuan Yingfei turned her head and reminded everyone behind her.

At the same time, he was also feeling in his heart that it could be said that people like himself had already concentrated their attention on the attack of the ghost, but Wen Zhong played it lightly, as if it was not worth mentioning.

"The gap between people is really huge, and I don't know what kind of danger he has gone through to become so powerful."

Yuan Yingfei sighed softly, if possible, he would rather be an ordinary person in his life.

But the reality is cruel, sometimes people have no choice.

Suddenly, Wen Zhong, who was walking in the front, paused, and his expression became a little dignified.

He suddenly felt that the ghost fungus spreading from his feet to the front seemed to be suppressed by some kind, and stopped for a while.

Immediately afterwards, a bone-piercing pain came from the skin, as if a living person was caught under a wheel and was repeatedly crushed, and the bones of the whole body were about to break.

In an instant, cold sweat oozed from Wen Zhong's forehead.

"What happened in front, why did you stop?" Yuan Yingfei noticed that Wen Zhong's face had changed, and immediately stepped forward to ask.

"I don't know, something suppressed the ghost fungus, and it's still coming towards us, it's a bit like a cart."

As soon as the words fell, there was a rusty metal bearing rubbing sound suddenly from the front. This sound was not loud but broke the silence in the passage, and it was a little creepy to hear.

"Do you want to try to fight head-on, or go back to the hall first." Yuan Yingfei also heard the strange sound of the wheels rolling, and he looked at Wen Zhong, waiting for the other party to make a decision.

"What are you afraid of? With so many of us, we can touch S-level supernatural events, so why are we afraid of his cart?"

Seeing this, Li Zhou stepped forward to propose, but he didn't care about Wen Zhong's already ugly face.

"To shut up."

Wen Zhong let out a low growl. He felt that he had lost control of the part of the ghost fungus in front of him, and even had a depression on the skin under the clothes.

This is not a good sign. I suffered a small loss before I formally contacted myself. It shows that the ghost in front of me is terrifyingly fierce. It is very likely that it will appear in the hall after nine o'clock to harvest the lives of the living.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong's eyes quickly swept across the walls on both sides of the passage, and the cold iron doors were placed in an orderly manner within the wall, like beasts baring their fangs, waiting for the living to push them open.

Back to the hall, definitely not.

Confronting the fierce ghosts in front of them head-on, if they all work together, they may still have a try, but it is obviously not possible to form a temporary team like the current one.

What's more, there is a high possibility that there is a ghost in human skin in their team.

In any case, they should avoid conflicts with the ghosts ahead at this moment.

At this moment, Wen Zhong heard the ghost master whispering behind him again: "Did you hear that, there seems to be someone coming behind us."

Hearing this, Wen Zhong looked back abruptly, only to see a vague human silhouette limping towards them along the corridor, and a crooked figure pushing a trolley in front of him also gradually changed from blurred to clear.

The two ghosts are not far away from them, only five or six iron gates are left.

There is no doubt that they are now made dumplings by Li Gui, and the surrounding iron gates are closed and there is no place to hide themselves.