The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 20 Limitation of failure

The quiet shopping mall building instantly became a little noisy, filled with some kind of mechanical footsteps at exactly the same interval.

Seeing the ghost slaves approaching from all directions, Fang Jun took action immediately without hesitation.

He unbuttoned the white shirt, revealing the terrifying body hidden under the shirt.

On his chest, there were densely packed small holes one after another, as if he had been pierced by thousands of needles, it was creepy.

Fang Jun gritted her teeth, and her chest squirmed strangely a few times, as if something was hidden inside.

A face, or rather the contours of a person's features revealed on his skin.

This face was wriggling under his skin like a ghost, making various horrifying expressions strangely, as if it wanted to bite open the layer of human skin that restricted him, and rush out from inside.

That is at this time.

"Ugh—!"

Fang Jun let out a roar, stretched out his hand with a painful face, and pressed it on that horrible and hateful face.

It's like pressing a sponge that has absorbed water.

"Tick, tick."

His body was like a leaky wooden barrel, and some stinky liquid suddenly leaked out of those weird little holes, like corpse water taken from a corpse that had rotted for a long time.

The foul-smelling liquid flowed out of the hole, and then wriggled weirdly on his skin, and finally all gathered on the face on the chest.

And Fang Jun's palm on that face was soon contaminated by the corpse water exuding a strong stench.

The next moment, enduring the pain caused by the revival of the ghost in his body, Fang Jun's face became a little ferocious. He bent down and drew a circle on the ground around him with his palm soaked in corpse water.

Although the weird corpse water doesn't look like much, it can persist until he finishes drawing this circle.

Sure enough, the supernatural cannot be described with common sense.

"Is this the power of the ghost in Fang Jun's body?"

Li Leping, who had been secretly observing in the shop, witnessed this strange ability.

Not long after, a group of ghost slaves with stiff steps came to Fang Jun's side.

There was no expression on their cold and pale faces, only a kind of horrified silence, like a walking corpse, but it was much more terrifying than a corpse.

At this time, an incredible scene appeared.

Even if the distance from Fang Jun is less than one meter.

However, these ghost slaves all stood rigidly in place and did not take a step forward.

"It's the circle drawn with corpse water."

Li Leping narrowed his eyes, and soon saw the reason.

Even though the ghost slaves were squeezing each other, they never passed the circle drawn with corpse water.

The weird corpse water on the ground has the effect of isolating the supernatural.

It is impossible for a single ghost slave with only weak spiritual power to break through this alternative protective shield.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but Li Leping felt that the waiting time was like a year.

More and more ghosts poured into the first floor of the mall, as if they wanted to fill up the empty first floor.

It may not even have passed 10 minutes, but all the ghost slaves in the mall gathered in the center of the first floor of the building.

Hundreds of ghost slaves surrounded Fang Jun airtightly, and they could squeeze him to death just by their numbers.

However, these ghost slaves all stood in a daze outside the circle drawn by Fang Jun, without taking a step forward.

But this state of affairs cannot last for long.

Because it is visible to the naked eye, the circle Fang Jun drew with corpse water is becoming dim.

It seems that some kind of external force is evaporating this rancid liquid.

The supernatural confrontation started unconsciously.

Fang Jun, who was completely surrounded, couldn't force his way out with the power of Li Gui even as a ghost master. He would either die from the resuscitation of Li Gui, or die from the ghost in the building.

He can only come out when Li Leping restrains the ghost.

And Li Leping, who had been observing the situation, also found a person with an old-fashioned camera hanging around his neck from among the group of corpses with pale faces, covered with spots, and exuding a putrid smell.

It was a young-looking, blue-faced corpse that didn't look like it had been dead for too long.

Around his neck is the same camera as Li Leping's.

"It's Jiangcheng."

Li Leping recognized the corpse, but he was not surprised.

After all, Jiang Cheng still failed to survive this mission.

Fang Jun had already mentioned this matter to Li Leping before.

A person with a camera entered the mall earlier than him, and was attacked by ghost slaves.

That is at this time.

All the ghost slaves gathered around Fang Jun, and the shopping mall, where no one was walking around, fell into a weird silence again.

"Step, step."

Suddenly, there was a clear sound of footsteps.

"coming."

The expressions of Li Leping and Fang Jun changed at the same time, and they suddenly looked up.

In the dim environment, a figure loomed beside the glass railing on the third floor, walking towards here.

"Has it finally appeared?"

Li Leping clenched the camera in his hand with a somewhat heavy expression.

Soon, a middle-aged man in an old-fashioned black coat slowly walked down the stairs.

As he approached, the dissipating speed of the corpse water under Fang Jun's feet also began to intensify.

"It's him." Fang Jun, who was the first to notice this, shouted immediately.

Suddenly, without any hesitation, Li Leping burst out of the shop decisively, rushed up the stairs head-on, and faced the middle-aged man in the black coat.

In just a few blinks, he ran up to the middle-aged man and grabbed the man's neck.

The power of forgetting penetrated into the body of this middle-aged man in a black coat in an instant.

Following the invasion of the power of forgetting, the middle-aged man's body immediately stopped in place.

In Fang Jun's line of sight, whether it was because the environment was too dark, he always felt that there seemed to be a layer of fog on Li Leping's face, covering his appearance.

But all of a sudden, this dead body that was motionless and incapacitated seemed to have lost some kind of support, and fell limply to the ground, rolling down the stairs like mud.

"Ok?"

"what happened?"

Li Leping and Fang Jun looked at the man's body lying on the ground in surprise at the same time.

"not good!"

Fang Jun seemed to realize something.

He found that the corpse water under his feet was still receding.

The falling of the middle-aged man's body did not affect the other ghost slaves.

The rest of the ghost slaves still stood stiffly in place, motionless, as if waiting for the corpse water under Fang Jun's feet to be completely exhausted, and then rushed in to tear him to pieces.

"damn it."

Li Leping immediately turned his gaze to the black-clothed ghost slaves behind him.

"The real ghost must be among this group of people." With a sweep of his gaze, he affirmed.

At the critical juncture, Li Leping did not panic, but showed his extraordinary talent in dealing with supernatural events.

He immediately judged that he should have caught the ghost just now, but he didn't catch the real body of the ghost.

This ghost must be hidden among these ghost slaves, to be precise, it is hidden in the black clothes worn by these ghost slaves.

The dead body of the middle-aged man is not a ghost, but the clothes are.

Only now, Li Leping couldn't tell which ghost slave's clothes it had landed on.

(End of this chapter)