"That candle... I remember Yuexichuan called it... the ghost candle..."
Wen Zhong took a breath. He now felt that his body no longer belonged to him. Against the terrifying wailing sound, he raised a hand with great effort and reached into his trouser pocket bit by bit.
Maybe it wasn't the pocket of his pants. He didn't know anything now. He was just groping with instinct. Suddenly he felt a long and hard thing in his pocket of his pants.
The moment he took it, a cold feeling came from his palm. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but just by holding the ghost candle in his hand, he felt that his condition was a little better.
"It seems to be really useful." Wen Zhong couldn't help but feel a trace of joy in his eyes.
Wen Zhong felt that he really had to thank Yue Xichuan. If the other party hadn't generously donated this ghost candle, I'm afraid he would have really confessed here today.
In fact, he really only has half a life left now.
Wen Zhong took out the lighter from his pants pocket again and couldn't wait to light the ghost candle.
In an instant, a green candle light lit up, illuminating the darkness around him.
Illuminated by this faint light, Wen Zhong was surprised to find that the wails in his mind were gradually subduing, and although his body was still in pain, it was not as weak as it was at the beginning, and the restlessness of Li Gui's recovery had also eased a lot.
As a price, the burning speed of this ghost candle seems to be a bit fast, almost burning at a speed visible to the naked eye. It can burn for more than ten minutes at most, and it will almost burn out.
but……
Wen Zhong glanced at the grave where Chu Du's body was buried. He clearly remembered that most of the other party's ghost candle had not been burned out. He could have dug the grave to get the candle.
But the top priority right now is to get to the second floor of the Ping An Inn before dawn and deal with Fang Diyuan, who has revived as a ghost.
However, he was unable to take action due to the ghost contract. It seemed that he could only rely on Wang Muyou, but the other party had not made any movement until now. This made Wen Zhong couldn't help but worry a little, whether Wang Muyou was dead inside.
"Wang... Mu You..." Wen Zhong opened his mouth and shouted. His voice was extremely hoarse. Not only others, but also himself, his hair stood on end when he heard it.
Wen Zhong held a red candle, covered with a layer of dim light, and slowly walked towards the corner that was completely covered by darkness. He had previously confirmed with the ghost domain that this room was not big, only the size of a basketball court.
The darkness along the way was slightly dispersed when encountering the candlelight of the ghost candle.
He was quite confident in the effect of the ghost candle. After all, it could dispel the impact of his two levels of ghost realm. He thought there would be no problem in saving his life here.
But as he walked, Wen Zhong realized something was wrong. Although the room was only the size of a basketball court, he could not reach the edge. He felt like he was wandering in place like a headless fly.
"It seems... Guizhu can't guard against the ghost realm..."
Although Wen Zhong was a little surprised, it was actually normal. After all, the ghost candle's candlelight could only illuminate a small part of the area around him, and this ghost land could not be measured by distance.
However, now he can't even see Fang Diyuan. Even if he wants to help him, he has nowhere to start. Even Wang Muyou may have fallen into this ghost land.
Wen Zhong opened his eyebrows again and raised his eyes, but it was like looking at flowers in the mist, he still couldn't see anything clearly. He couldn't use the ghost realm for the time being.
There was also that weird radio. The wailing sound that sounded in his mind before was definitely not an accident. It really wanted to kill him. No, to be precise, it was more like erasing his consciousness.
I'm afraid he has grown so fast that this weird radio feels a little scared.
Wen Zhong continued to walk in this ghostland that was as dark as thick ink. It was very quiet during this period. It was so quiet that he could only hear his own footsteps. He didn't even see a ghost, but the ghost candle burned at a very fast speed.
It's very fast, and it burns more than half in just a moment.
If it continues to burn at this rate, the ghost candle will be completely burned out within ten minutes.
Suddenly, Wen Zhong felt that his surroundings were getting brighter. Before he could react, the darkness in front of him had completely dissipated, as if it had never appeared before. He could now see the surrounding environment at a glance.
Fang Diyuan was lying not far from him. The darkness that corroded half of his body had faded, but his flesh and blood were still rotting, and smelly pus and blood continued to flow from the open wounds.
But there was still no sign of Wang Muyou. Apart from himself, the only person left in the room was Fang Diyuan, who was lying on the ground with unknown life and death.
"Fang Diyuan...are you still alive..."
Wen Zhong tried to call Fang Diyuan who was lying on the ground, but the other party's eyes were closed tightly and there was no response at all. If you didn't observe carefully, you might have missed the fact that his chest was still beating.
He glanced around again, then turned his attention to the ghost candle in his hand.
If Fang Diyuan is still alive, there is a high probability that he can save his life with the ghost candle and prevent him from actually dying here. But if this is a trap, he is also confident in the ghost candle in his hand.
After thinking for a while, Wen Zhong raised his feet and walked slowly towards Fang Diyuan who was lying on the ground. Regardless of whether it was a trap or not, saving Fang Diyuan's life was the most important thing to him.
The opponent is not weak, and he has signed a ghost contract with him. The most important thing is that the two of them still have room for cooperation. Therefore, to Wen Zhong, Fang Diyuan is more valuable alive than dead.
When there were only a few steps left where Fang Diyuan fell to the ground, Wen Zhong opened his ghost eyes out of habit, hoping to see some clues, but it was no different from the previous two times. He even doubted whether the ghost eyes were
Something really went wrong.
After sailing carefully, Wen Zhong finally came to Fang Diyuan's side. Under the green light, Fang Diyuan's face looked a little strange, especially half of his face was as handsome as a woman, while the other half was as handsome as a woman.
Festering like a dead corpse.
"It stands to reason that he will get better soon after being illuminated by the ghost candle. Why is there no reaction at all now?" Wen Zhong bent down and almost put the ghost candle on Fang Diyuan.
The next moment, Fang Diyuan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his ghost hand and grabbed Wen Zhong's arm tightly.
His expression was stagnant, and he looked at Fang Diyuan lying on the ground with some disbelief. Then he seemed to realize something, and he suddenly put the other one into his pants pocket, trying to find the lighter again.
Suddenly, an extremely distant shout suddenly sounded in Wen Zhong's ears. It sounded like the voice was calling his name. The voice came from far to near, and the scalp of those who listened could not help but feel numb.