Mold, overwhelming mold, and every pillar and even every brick appeared on it. Over time, a layer of thin velvet gradually formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The strong smell of blood was mixed with the fishy smell of mold, and an indescribable supernatural attack was attacking Wang Muyou.
"This is ghost fungus. The person here is undoubtedly Wen Zhong, but how could he be here?" Wang Muyou roared, and the ghost patterns gradually spread to his right hand holding the short knife.
He is trying his best to fight the attack from ghosts.
"Wait, what is this?"
Suddenly, he saw a headless corpse walking out of the corner wrapped in mold, walking towards him with stiff and heavy steps, and it was holding something in its hand.
That was a big knife.
No, if it is divided, it should be the guillotine used to beheaded in ancient times, but it has no base and is tightly held in the hand by this headless corpse.
The guillotine is extremely sharp, and thick blood is constantly dripping from the blade. It seems that the guillotine has chopped something not long ago. Of course, the strangest thing is not the blade body, but the hilt.
A highly decayed head is connected to the hilt of the guillotine, and the face has been severely distorted and deformed, with several wounds similar to claw marks on it, and occasionally a cold gray light flashes through it.
"Guru——"
It seemed that something like an eyeball was buried in the wound of this head, and you could feel an extremely cold vision.
But for Wang Muyou, these are not the key points. What's more important is that the headless corpse was wearing a detective uniform that he was very familiar with, and was now stained with blood.
The detective was uniformed, the spreading ghosts, and holding a special supernatural object in his hand. He was 80% sure that the headless corpse in front of him was definitely Wen Zhong.
But why...
Why, as the city leader, Wen Zhong died here alone? Moreover, he did not seem to die from the resurrection of a ghost, he seemed to die from... suicide.
This terrifying headless corpse ignored Wang Muyou's shock. It walked straight towards Wang Muyou. At the same time, his hand holding the guillotine slowly raised, as if he was about to cut off his head.
"Damn it, how could this happen?"
Wang Muyou's eyes twitched. Looking at the blood-stained guillotine, he felt that it would be better not to provoke this headless corpse at this moment, but it was obvious that the other party had no intention of letting him go.
He was protected by the double supernatural power of the smiling ghost and ghost patterns, but just walking around the Liangyi Temple for a while, it seemed that the murderous rule of this headless corpse was triggered.
"Tsk, ghosts kill people in a regular way, so what is its killing rule? If this knife is considered a ghost, then there is no doubt that what I have to face now are four ghosts."
This is the terrifying thing about the number of evil ghosts in supernatural events. The murder rules are superimposed. Even if Wang Muyou avoids one of them, there will always be another waiting for him.
He could feel how terrifying Wen Zhong, who had revived the evil spirit, was at this moment. For the first time, he lost confidence in the two evil spirits he controlled, and felt that they might not be able to protect themselves at this moment.
With a short sword out of his body, he has now fallen into the ghost realm. Escape is useless, and only by trying his best to suppress the terrifying evil ghost in front of him can he have a glimmer of hope.
The dead and cold gray light came over him, as if he wanted to leave some medium on him.
His legs were shrouded in mold, and a heart-wrenching pain came, and he was at a disadvantage in his supernatural confrontation with each other.
Wang Muyou subconsciously lowered his head.
"wrong."
The moment he lowered his head, an indescribable feeling came, as if a shadow of death was shrouded on him.
The headless corpse had already swung a fatal blow.
Wang Muyou only felt a pain in his neck, and in an instant a circle of fine red lines slowly appeared on his neck. Blood slowly oozed out along the red lines, soaking his top, and finally dripping under his feet, forming a
A shallow pool of blood.
"What a joke!"
At this moment, even though he knew it was futile, he still retreated madly just to stay away from the terrifying evil spirit in front of him.
One knife.
Just a knife.
His head was almost cut off by this headless corpse. If it weren't for the supernatural protection, he would have been dead if it weren't for the short sword that also shared part of the attack for him.
Fear, horror, and various emotions emerged. Wang Muyou's eyes were filled with fear and fear. He could feel that the evil spirit in his body was completely suppressed after this knife.
If the other party cut another knife... he would undoubtedly die.
Suddenly, his eyes hurt, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of it. Before he could think about it, his stomach hurt and felt a sense of vomiting surged upwards, and his abdomen began to crack.
He was only concerned about the strange guillotine, but ignored the fact that there were other terrifying supernatural beings on this headless corpse.
"vomit--"
The crack began to spread from his abdomen, and a turbid, blood-filled eyeball squeezed out from the wound, followed by the second, the third, the fourth...
When an extra wound was released, a turbid eyeball appeared from it. As the vomiting feeling worsened, eyeballs that were sticking to stomach acid continued to spit out of his mouth.
"Click--"
This time, the sound of bone breaking sounded, and his calves were twisted by a pale and stiff hand ghost stretching out from the darkness. As the intensity of the ghost hand twisting increased, his calves were gradually twisted into twists.
The flesh and blood were twisted and torn, and blood kept pouring out.
Each type was a fatal supernatural attack, and Wang Muyou was frightened to find that he could not stop it.
The supernatural being of the smiley ghost is still protecting his body from being eroded by ghosts, but that's all. It cannot stop all changes that occur in Wang Muyou's body.
But less than a minute later, Wang Muyou felt like he was falling into hell. Not only was he suppressed, but even his body was directly invaded by the supernatural. The supernatural was almost integrated with him, and even if he left at this time, he would not have left.
use.
His body was covered with strange eyes, and countless gazes came from the cracks in his body, and they were even turning constantly, as if they were about to tear his body apart.
"Wen, Wen Zhong!" Wang Muyou was covered in blood, his expression was painful and ferocious, but after all, he could have killed two evil spirits so easily.
Even if the heart is broken and the internal organs are torn apart, he can still survive and keep his consciousness clear.
"Damn it, I don't know what happened here, but didn't you say you wanted to pass the second stage of the ritual? How could you just die here like this!"