"Wen Zhong, are you still alive?" Wang Muyou looked at Wen Zhong standing in the middle of the room and asked with some concern.
"For the time being... I can't die yet..."
At this time, the gray light in the ghost realm dissipated, and the whole room became dark again. Wen Zhong just stood there without moving, and the ghost pupils between his eyebrows had closed with the movement of his flesh.
His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat fell down his forehead like rain. He felt like needles were pricking his whole body, and he couldn't even move a finger. His mind was filled with mixed sounds of electricity, stimulating his nerves.
Upon closer inspection, Wen Zhong's exposed skin was covered with strange gray-white palm prints, which were also covered with a thin layer of squirming velvet, and the blood was mixed with an unknown green-yellow liquid and flowed down his body.
Drop by drop it fell on the ground.
Fang Diyuan was not much better, his right hand was showing a weird twist, and the dark curse was slowly climbing up his arm.
What's even weirder is that the surrounding darkness seems to be alive, rushing toward his body crazily, seeming to merge with him, eroding his body rapidly.
Fully half of Fang Diyuan's originally handsome face was stained with black. A blood line separated the left and right sides. The normal left half of his face was filled with pain, but the dark right half of his face showed a cruel and strange smile.
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The next moment, darkness completely covered Fang Diyuan's figure, and he disappeared instantly.
All this happened so fast that Wang Muyou didn't have time to stop him. Fang Diyuan was already dragged into the darkness. He gritted his teeth and glanced at Wen Zhong, who was still standing there, and quickly took out the short knife in his arms.
Run towards the place where Fang Diyuan disappeared.
"Damn it... don't go there... it's a trap..."
Wen Zhong's body was trembling, and he tried for a long time before he managed to utter such words intermittently from his mouth. The battle with Chu Du seemed short, but in fact it was extremely dangerous. His current state could be said to be on the verge of the resurrection of the evil ghost.
About ten minutes had passed since Wang Muyou rushed into the darkness with a knife. During this period, it had been quiet, without any sound. The darkness seemed to have isolated everything.
Wen Zhong wanted to call the two of them, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton and he couldn't say a word.
Then he tried to use the ghost pupil to peek several times, but since being spliced with the ghost fungus, the ghost pupil seemed to have cataracts and could not see clearly through the darkness.
And his own condition is extremely poor, his balance has been broken, and he is now on the verge of the ghost's resurrection.
Wen Zhong didn't take the initiative to take back the ghost realm just now, but he really couldn't hold on any longer. If he used the power of the ghost again, he might really revive.
The most fatal thing was that when he just killed Chu Du, he used the power of the radio for the third time. At this time, the sound of electric current kept ringing in his mind, stimulating his nerves like a reminder.
Borrowing the power of the radio is like borrowing a loan shark with extremely high interest rates. It can only solve immediate needs. If it cannot be repaid in the future, the consequences may be more terrifying than death.
"Damn it, if I don't think of a way anymore, I'm afraid I will really be killed by this ghost."
At this moment, Wen Zhong suddenly thought of something. The skin on his forehead tore again, and ghost pupils appeared along with the dead gray light.
The ghost realm reappeared, but this time the target covered by the ghost realm was himself.
"I have tried to use ghost eyes to peer into myself before, but I didn't find anything. Now I think that this terrifying corpse and the weird radio are probably in a deeper ghost realm just like the balloon ghost."
Now he wants to use the two layers of ghost realm to peer into himself and find the supernatural source of this radio. Of course, the biggest purpose is to control the ghost corpse in his body.
Now that the supernatural balance in his body has been broken, he urgently needs to control the second ghost to achieve a new balance. Looking around, there is no ghost around who can meet his conditions better than the ghost corpse in his body.
Wen Zhong was not sure whether he could succeed, or he might even be controlled by this radio in turn. After all, controlling a ghost was not something that could be done just by talking.
Before, he was able to control the new ghost fungus only because of the radio and a little luck, otherwise he would be dead now.
Wen Zhong reluctantly used two layers of ghost realm to wrap his body. Under the prying eyes of the ghost eyes, he found that his body was actually highly necrotic, and his survival to this day was entirely dependent on the support of supernatural power.
Then his eyes continued to sink along the ghost realm, and a vague outline of a radio appeared in his sight.
"We have reached the limit, but we still haven't seen the ghost corpse. Does this mean that it is in a deeper ghost realm?"
Wen Zhong's heart sank. He didn't expect the radio to be inferior to ghost corpses at the level of the ghost realm. But the most important thing was that this also meant that his plan to control ghost corpses was ruined.
Just when Wen Zhong was about to invade the ghost realm where the radio was located in his body, the sound of electricity echoing in his mind connected in series again.
Only this time it was not connected into words, but a burst of miserable screams. The plaintive voice seemed to be the wailing of a person on the verge of death. The voice was full of supernatural power. At this moment, Wen Zhong's head felt as if it had been ironed.
It was as if the hammer had hit him, and he fell straight down.
Just when Wen Zhong was losing consciousness and his head was dazed, the grave mound made of ghost fungi on the side suddenly moved twice, as if the person lying inside was about to come out.
Chu Du is still alive!
The moment he saw this scene, this horrifying thought appeared in Wen Zhong's mind.
Because the ghosts in the ghost controllers who died before were suppressed by this weird Ping'an Inn, he naturally thought that Chu Du was dead.
But, is this really the case?
Wen Zhong reluctantly turned his eyes and looked towards the darkness on the other side. Fang Diyuan had no doubt that the evil ghost had resurrected, but Wang Muyou had not made any movement until now, so it was probably the worst.
Is it possible that if the ghost master dies in this place, the evil ghost in his body will not be suppressed?
The grave made of ghost fungi trembled for a few times and then returned to calm, as if the evil ghost lying inside the grave was suppressed again.
However, all this has nothing to do with Wen Zhong, and he no longer has the energy to take care of other things.
The wailing sound was still echoing in his mind. This sound was very similar to the sound of the ghost head controlled by Chu Du, but if you listen carefully, you can still find many differences. It may be called an inferior version.
"etc."
Wen Zhong suddenly thought of something again. He still remembered that when he first stepped here, he saw a scarlet candle in the other person's hand. The green candlelight from that candle could even block the invasion of his own ghost realm.
However, Chu Du's candle had already been buried in his grave, but Wen Zhong still had another one. Although he didn't know if it was the same kind of candle, he had no choice now.