Wang Muyou's painful roar filled every corner. He didn't expect the other party to hear his call. After the evil ghost resurrection, Wen Zhong was no longer Wen Zhong, but just a terrifying evil ghost.
But everything is not absolute. Maybe it was his call that played a role or some other reason.
The movements of this headless ghost corpse stopped at this moment.
"Woo--" A strange roar sounded, and the headless corpse in front of him slowly lowered his raised arm, but it did not wave the second knife in the end.
The roars continued, and the ghost head on the hilt of the knife was roaring unwillingly. The sound was harsh and weird, as if it could arouse fear in people's hearts.
This is already an indiscriminate supernatural attack.
If it weren't for the supernatural protection of the smiling ghost, it would be enough to swallow Wang Muyou and would never be able to resist it.
Immediately afterwards, the gray light lit up around gradually gathered. The next moment, the headless corpse turned around stiffly and walked towards the secret room deep in Liangyi Temple step by step.
A terrifying supernatural attack came to an end and was carried down by Wang Muyou.
This time it was really over, but the vomiting and tearing caused by the ghost's eyes are still very obvious. It seems that it will take some time to recover. He will be unable to use the power of the evil ghost in a short period of time.
"That headless corpse is indeed Wen Zhong. What happened? And judging from his final actions, it definitely doesn't seem to be something that a ghost can do. Could it be...Is he still alive?"
Wang Muyou sat down against the wall. He was not in a hurry to leave here. The most urgent task is to collect information.
Although Liangyi Temple is empty, it should still have information about this incident. After all, this is also the most powerful ghost driver organization in Da'an City.
The most important thing is that he suspected that Wen Zhong was still alive, but there were problems when he was controlling the evil ghost. If he continued to think about it according to this idea, everything would make sense.
Then he would not be able to leave here.
While thinking about countermeasures, he carefully searched Liangyiguan and finally found the file bag that recorded this supernatural incident. The only drawback was that only some of the information was left.
"That's how it is." Wang Muyou frowned at the file, "Food on the flesh and blood of living people, the law of killing is inferred as body temperature, huh? Why is a piece of paper torn off?"
Through the remaining part of the text, it can be seen that this is a record of the dialogue between two people.
Only a few words were left, but he could still recognize that one of them was Fang Diyuan, and the other one had a surname, Luo. This surname was very rare. It was the first time he had seen it.
"So, is it possible that Wen Zhong's current state caused by a thinking ghost?" Wang Muyou pondered. He remembered that twisted silk threads did appear on the other party.
I was eroded by the thinking ghost so I tried to save myself in the secret room?
There is this possibility.
This can also explain why Wen Zhong is the only one here, in order to prevent the possibility of failure. And at present, he did fail, and even his head was cut off.
"No, I can't just conclude that Wen Zhong has failed. He obviously still retains part of his consciousness. If he really fails, I'm probably dead at this time."
Thinking about this, Wang Muyou quietly left Liangyi Temple, searched carefully around and confirmed that there was no danger, and returned to Liangyi Temple.
But this time he was holding a dark thing in his hand, which was a special gold body bag.
He decided to stay in Liangyi Temple for the time being. If Wen Zhong really revives his ghost, as a friend, he will give him his last journey.
Just like this, the day passed, nothing happened, but the smell of blood filled the air became stronger and stronger.
Another day passed. In addition to the smell of blood, there was also a faint smell of rotten smell in the air, as if it was the smell of rotting corpses.
Still nothing happened, everything was peaceful.
On the third day, the rotten smell became stronger and stronger, as if it had covered the smell of blood. No, it should be said that the bloody smell also began to corrode and deteriorate.
The fourth day came, and there was finally an abnormality on this day. It was not just the smell, but also the mold spots appeared on the walls, the ground, and the ceiling again, spreading towards the surroundings.
But that's all, no further actions have occurred.
Then the fifth day, the Liangyi Temple seemed to be stained with a layer of gray, and the smell of mold mixed with blood and rotten smell spread all over the Liangyi Temple.
Fortunately, Wang Muyou's supernatural power has almost recovered, so he can barely stay in this Liangyi Temple. He has a premonition that results will soon occur regardless of success or failure.
"There is a custom of resurrecting the soul for seven days among the people. If Wen Zhong really succeeds, it should be the case in these two days."
This is an ancient folk legend. According to legend, people will return to their souls on the seventh day after their death. This day is called the Soul Recovery Night, and is also called the Head Seventh day.
And in his thoughts, the sixth day came.
The movements that happened on this day were greater than the previous days, because on this day, a series of strange sounds of smashing the doors were heard in the secret room deep in the Liangyi Temple, as if an extremely terrifying ghost was about to escape from it.
Fortunately, the sound of smashing the door did not last long before it ended. At the same time, the ghosts covered in Liangyi Temple also disappeared. As the knocking sound stopped, they converged into the secret room.
Tomorrow is the seventh day, and a hint of anxiety flashed across Wang Muyou's face that was calm and unsuspecting.
Is it a terrifying ghost that came out of that secret room or can end all this... hope?
"Ding ding ding-"
The harsh ringtone of the phone rang. When Wang Muyou heard this, he opened his slightly tired eyes.
Although he basically didn't sleep much after becoming a ghost driver, his nerves were tight and he still felt a little tired after seven days, and hearing this sound meant...
The seventh day, the last day, finally arrived.
At this moment, Wang Muyou was highly focused and was always on guard against the horror that might appear. The ghost patterns slowly spread to his body, and he was ready to put the body bag. This time he was ready to prepare.
An hour passed and no exceptions appeared.
Two hours passed and no abnormalities appeared.
This strange atmosphere lasted until twelve o'clock at noon. If it weren't for the disgusting smell in the air, Wang Muyou almost thought the secret room was empty.
Time passed by minute by minute, but there was no movement in the secret room.
"Did he really fail?" Wang Muyou's face darkened, and his hands were clenched unconsciously. It seemed that luck did not stand on Wen Zhong's side this time.
However, at this moment, the door of the secret room was suddenly opened, and something seemed to be coming out of it.