The center of Da'an has now become a living purgatory in the eyes of ordinary people, and there is a terrifying mummy wandering on almost every street.
Even if ordinary people are unwilling to believe in supernatural existences, they are all staying at home at this moment, looking forward to external rescue.
All the stores on the street are closed, and almost every house is filled with debris and garbage. If nothing unexpected happens, this kind of life will last for a long time.
But now, this situation seems to have changed. The mummies who were originally wandering aimlessly on the street hunting for living people are now starting to head towards a dilapidated Taoist temple.
It's like being called by something.
"These ghosts seem to really have the consciousness of living people, and they even know how to queue up." Wang Muyou stood on the rooftop of a residential building and looked around, his eyes full of fear.
Order is an important part of human society. In the past, evil spirits only act instinct, but these terrifying mummies have a sense of order that only living people can understand.
Whether their behavior is an unconscious imitation or a subconscious action, these Wang Muyou don’t know. He only knows that these ghosts are very terrifying and dangerous.
"I just practiced in seclusion for a few days, but I didn't expect that after I came out, the whole of Da'an would fall. But as for Wen Zhong, he, the person in charge, did not come out to take care of it."
Wang Muyou frowned, and his expression on his face seemed a little stiff. He stayed in Da'an and saw many masters in this city. Even if a supernatural incident occurred, he would be quickly extinguished.
But now, the entire city has fallen, and he is still a little confused. Even if he wants to know what happened, he has no way to speak. The entire city seems to be dead.
There was a lot of fake news on the Internet, and even the leak of factory sewage was spread. He couldn't help but frown.
The worst thing is that he can't contact Wen Zhong, but he believes that the other party should still be alive. Although this level of supernatural power is terrifying, he can't kill him unless... there is something hidden hidden in it that he doesn't know.
"I remember that Fang Diyuan is the master of Liangyi Temple. If you can't contact Wen Zhong's words, go to Fang Diyuan to learn about the situation first."
After confirming the direction, he flashed and landed from the rooftop to the ground, and the whole set of movements was done in one go.
The moment he landed, the mummies wandering in front of him turned their heads in unison. The next moment, Wang Muyou only felt that he was staring at countless cold and unemotional gazes.
"As it is impossible to get to Liangyi Temple without disturbing these ghost things."
Wang Muyou was not panicked when he saw this. He saw a terrifying face slowly emerge from his ears, as if he wanted to replace his original face. The two faces were twisted together and squeezed out a smile.
Feixiao's strange face.
"Hahaha...hehehe...hehehehe..."
A series of strange laughter came from his face. The laughter itself did not have supernatural powers. What was terrifying was that the act of smiling itself was providing him with indescribable supernatural protection.
Sure enough, since this strange face appeared, the terrifying mummies staring at him ignored his existence and slowly turned their heads and wandered towards Liangyiguan.
Without the interference of these terrifying mummies, he soon came to the surroundings of Liangyi Temple, which was not much different from when he came here last time. If you really want to say it, it would be to extend to the indoor ruts and because it was not available for a long time.
The weeds that are raised by people.
"What happened? Have Fang Diyuan and the others also evacuated from here? No, why is there a smell of blood?"
As soon as he stepped into Liangyi Temple, Wang Muyou smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. This smell was like someone smearing the entire Taoist temple with blood, and the smell of blood almost turned into substance and came to his face.
Strange.
This smell is somewhat similar to the haze wrapped around Da'an, but if you distinguish it carefully, you can clearly feel the difference between the two.
This feeling is very bad, just like a dangerous ghost lurking in it. Unlike the mummy wandering outside, Wang Muyou even noticed a strange sense of familiarity from it.
The person inside... or ghost, he should know.
"Is it Fang Diyuan? Could it be that his evil ghost has resurrected and died in the Liangyi Temple?" Wang Muyou thought to himself. It is not impossible for him to control two evil ghosts. As the erosion of supernatural powers deepens, he will still be able to do so.
Died from the resurrection of the evil spirit.
As he went deeper, the smell of blood became clearer and more obvious. Even with the protection of the smiling ghost, Wang Muyou was still shocked. He seemed to be at a disadvantage in his supernatural confrontation.
Walking into the hall and passing by the corridor, he felt that he was getting closer to the source of the bloody smell, almost at a distance, and there was only a closed room in front of him.
The thick and dark blood, mixed with the smell of death, flowed out from the cracks in the room, setting off the darker surroundings.
Since the source has been determined, Wang Muyou is not so stupid that he will really step into this hidden and dangerous room. Under the protection of the smiling ghost, he slowly withdrew from this area.
However, after the investigation just now, he had roughly confirmed that there were no living people in this Liangyi Temple, and all Fang Diyuan and the people who originally lived here disappeared.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps from the depths of Liangyi Temple. The sound was not loud, but it had a mechanical stiffness, and was walking towards him from far to near.
"Hmm? Is that ghost coming out?"
It seemed that he triggered the murderous rule of this evil ghost entrenched in the depths of Liangyi Temple, but how could this be possible? The smiley ghost he controlled could provide enough supernatural protection before killing him.
If he is still targeted in this situation, it can only mean one thing, that is, this evil ghost is more terrifying than the smiling ghost who is protecting him.
Thinking of this, Wang Muyou raised his eyebrows, and instantly two dark things like ink seeped out from the corners of his eyes, constantly changing on his distorted smiling face, gradually outlining a very strange tattoo.
This is the second evil ghost he controls - ghost pattern. Strictly speaking, ghost pattern should be considered an alternative curse, parasitized on Wang Muyou and torture him all the time.
The combination of two supernatural powers increasingly reveals Wang Muyou's horror.
“Is it useful?”
The footsteps stopped, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly found that gray-white plaques suddenly grew on the surrounding walls, floors, ceilings and even various scattered furniture.