Not beyond Wen Zhong's expectations, the headquarters finally agreed to his plan. Yan Wenhua personally notified him and asked him to give it a try. He would bear all the problems that arise.
"That's how Wen Zhong is, I wish you a victory." Ling Jin's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Thank you." Wen Zhong sat in the car and said in a low voice: "Remember if I don't contact me after hanging up the phone, don't connect without permission, otherwise it may kill me."
"I understand." Ling Jin took a deep breath and responded.
After saying that, Wen Zhong hung up the phone. At this moment, he had already arrived near Liangyi Temple. He could already see the familiar building in this place.
"Now that I have obtained permission, all I have left is preparation." Wen Zhong was very clear. Now he has only achieved a short pre-task, and the real difficulty is about to begin now.
Thinking of this, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and within a moment he broke into Liangyiguan and even knocked away the door blocking the hall.
He had no ink traces, and he carried the mummy with his guillotine on his back and picked up the golden box holding the radio, and walked towards the secret room of Liangyiguan. He had heard Fang Diyuan tell him that the secret room existed.
The cold air that was oozing out of the guillotine wrapped in gold foil was sharper than usual at this moment. It seemed that it knew that it was about to see blood today. Its blade was trembling constantly, as if it was expecting and longing.
"Don't worry, now there is still time, let's take your time." It seemed as if comforting the guillotine, and as if comforting yourself, Wen Zhong's figure appeared at the door of the secret room the next moment.
The secret room was empty. When Fang Diyuan evacuated here, all the supplies were transferred.
He would choose this place. In addition to not wanting to implicate his friends, he also has the only place left for secret considerations. He can largely isolate some external interference.
A piece of white cloth was spread on the ground, which he temporarily moved from the car. At the same time, a head cover made of coarse cloth thread rope was also ready to block all the gaps in the room, and the preparations were all completed.
"No, there is one more thing. Now it's all left to deal with this radio. If I die, you don't want to be alone." He put the golden box containing the radio in the corner of the secret room.
Supernatural powers cannot erode gold unless there is a living person willing to take the risk to open this gold box. Once Wen Zhong dies, the radio will most likely stay in this secret room with him for the rest of his life.
The body bag containing the mummy lies flat on the ground, everything is ready. Wen Zhong sat cross-legged on the white cloth. He thought about whether to record a video, after all, a person can commit suicide several times in his life.
But thinking about it, he still denied this idea because it was useless. Could it be that he would record it and enjoy it again in the future?
Just thinking about Wen Zhong felt so scared.
"And my method is not mass-productive, so don't do any live broadcasts to mislead people's children."
He felt that this path was too relied on luck and was simply gambling with fate, and the possibility of success was too low.
Wen Zhong took a deep breath and had reached this point. There was no reason to hesitate anymore. He suddenly opened the corpse bag that imprisoned the evil spirit. The first step was to remove the ghost silk from the other party's body.
The moment he opened the body bag, the two shriveled and turbid eyeballs burst out from the sockets, and instantly its body stood up straight, blue veins on its face swelled up, and a ferocious crack cracked from the middle of its eyebrows to its chin, and the flesh and flesh skeletons showed an extremely terrifying appearance.
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But the next moment, a cold guillotine pierced into the body of the mummy, and the mummy ghost was instantly injured like an ordinary person.
Its skin began to rupture piece by piece, and its whole body could not move. The ghost silk under its flesh also stopped wriggling. Only the hideous crack on its face seemed to be still opening and closing with its breath.
"Guru——"
A turbid and weird eyeball appeared on Wen Zhong's arm, and he was still rotating and looking around. Seeing the suppressed mummy, he immediately broke away from his flesh and blood, and emerged from the other party like mushrooms after a rain.
One by one, the turbid and cold eyes kept popping out of the other party's body, and finally the shadow of ghost eyes appeared in the hideous crack.
"Guru——"
Ghost Pupil kept turning on the mummy body. The next moment, Wen Zhong raised an arm and pressed the mummy's head. In an instant, he felt a piercing pain coming from his body, and the ghost silk dormant inside his body was triggered at this moment.
"It's coming."
Wen Zhong felt all these changes expressionlessly. The ghost silk carried his consciousness and the ghost pupils together. If the ghost pupil succeeded, the ghost pupil would have a qualitative leap.
I don’t know how long it took, but the strange change stopped. Even if the mummy in front of me showed no sign of activity without the suppression of the guillotine, some of the supernatural beings of the thinking ghost have been successfully inherited by the ghost pupil.
At the same time, the supernatural balance in his body, which had already become precarious, has become even more destructive at this moment.
However, all this is no longer important to Wen Zhong now. What's more important is that the first difficulty has been overcome by him.
"Very good. Even if you are controlled, the evil spirit instinct that is constantly reviving will gradually occupy and return. The puzzle has been put together, and the next step is to carry the consciousness."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hideous wound suddenly bloomed on Wen Zhong's body, and the gray-white dead light wandered around his body. The recovery of the ghost bacteria was imminent.
At the same time, it appeared in the wound on his body, and ghost pupils continued to emerge one after another. When the originally turbid ghost pupil looked carefully, there were actually red lines attached to it, just like blood on the eyeballs.
Cold, numb, tired.
A suffocation suddenly appeared. Seeing this, Wen Zhong grabbed the coarse thread rope hood placed on the white cloth without hesitation, and then put it on his head, leaving only half of his mouth.
A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. With memory and feeling, he peeled off the gold foil wrapped in the guillotine piece after piece, and the cold feeling became even more serious as each piece of gold foil peeled off.
"Bang--"
This cold feeling seemed to have formed a substance, as if he could hear something. Before he could think about it, the last piece of gold foil wrapped in the guillotine was peeled off by him.
now.
The guillotine began to fully recover.
The stiff ghost hand held the hilt of the knife, and his consciousness seemed to be blurred, and his hands were trembling constantly. In just a moment, he suddenly learned a fatal fact.
It turned out that his head had been dismembered by a guillotine when he first stripped off the gold foil, and the dull sound was the sound of his head falling onto the white cloth.