The next moment, the haze in front of him was dispersed by the deep gray light, rippling towards the surroundings.
"This is the Central Building?" Wen Zhong's eyebrows cracked with a hideous wound, and a bloodshot eye appeared deep in his eyebrows.
Although Guitong's sight was still affected to a certain extent, it was much better than the previous state of blindness.
The layout of the surrounding furnishings is very similar to that of the central building. The only difference is that all the furnishings are dilapidated and seem to have been eroded by the haze spreading in the room.
But what made Wen Zhong even more horrified was that there were countless humanoid silhouettes standing densely around him. Unless you saw it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that such a room could accommodate so many people.
In the corners of the room, on the table and even on the sofa, there were all terrifying figures standing there. There were more mummies and ghosts than the ghosts that Wen Zhong used to transfer to the ghost realm before.
Fortunately, all these figures stood motionless on the spot, which actually made Wen Zhong breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise so many figures would definitely be enough to tear him to pieces.
Even if he had a guillotine or even a ghost domain, he probably wouldn't be able to eliminate or send away so many terrifying figures at the first time.
However, what he really needs to worry about is not just these figures. Under the cover of the ghost realm, Wen Zhong also has the outline of a hand on his wrist, which is constantly pinching his wrist.
Wen Zhong looked at the palm with twinkling eyes. The next moment, a guillotine suddenly penetrated the flesh of the palm and nailed it to the ground.
As the palm fell into silence, the black and red palm prints on his wrist began to slowly dissipate.
Immediately afterwards, a wave of mold wrapped around the strange palm. Upon seeing this, Wen Zhong withdrew the guillotine and continued to look around.
The eyes and mouths of these standing figures were all sewn up with black thread, and their noses, ears and even lips were cut off. They looked very skinny and looked somewhat similar to the lanky ghost.
"These figures look very much like the combination of the slender ghost and the mummy ghost. Are they the work of the thinking ghost? Has it also evolved?"
It's no wonder that the atmosphere in the whole room is very depressing. Even standing there with so many ghosts is enough to create a sense of oppression.
At this moment, he saw a broken notebook on the ground not far away.
After thinking for a moment, Wen Zhong slowly walked through the crowd and walked to the notebook, relying on the ghost realm to hide himself. He leaned down and picked up the notebook.
The notebook was also tattered by the haze. He opened it and read a few pages at random. The expression on Wen Zhong's face gradually changed from calm to shock and finally to anger.
"Damn it, no wonder you always act like you are confident and know everything. It turns out that you are the cause of this mess."
His emotions fluctuated, and even the ghost realm was somewhat deformed. Fortunately, Wen Zhong calmed down his emotions and put the notebook away. The top priority was to find and imprison the thinking ghost.
The figures around him remained motionless, not affected by what happened just now. Wen Zhong knew that it was because his ghost realm blocked their perception that they were safe.
He controlled the ghost realm to continue to spread around, and Wen Zhong quickly found the door to leave here.
The door was covered with black scratches, and these strange scratches spread from the door to the floor, and then to the floor in the center of the room.
It seemed that someone had found the door to leave here like him, but was caught back by these terrifying figures at the last moment, leaving only these black scratches as a silent reminder to those who came after.
Looking at these scratches, Wen Zhong still remembered that during the second meeting of ghost masters, two ghost masters disappeared. It seemed that the scratches here were probably left by them.
"If you don't use the ghost realm, you will be dead when you get here. Who can stop so many ghosts coming together?"
Wen Zhong felt a little emotional, even if the ghost controller controlled multiple powerful ghosts, it would not be enough to face so many upgraded derivative ghosts, and sooner or later he would be exhausted here.
After all, there are limits to those who control ghosts, but fierce ghosts don't have this worry.
Wen Zhong did not hesitate and immediately opened the door and walked out. Perhaps because he was in a ghost realm, the figure inside still stood in place without any movement.
"fine."
He walked out of the dark and oppressive room and came to the corridor outside the door.
This was a dim corridor, somewhat similar to the long corridor that blocked his progress in the laboratory building. Wen Zhong glanced around and saw that there was nothing around him.
"Now the question is, how do I find the thinking ghost? If I stay in the ghost realm all the time, even though there is no danger, I still won't be able to find the thinking ghost."
Just when he had a headache, he suddenly felt that the haze around him became thicker, and then there was a creaking sound of the door being opened not far away.
A vague humanoid outline came out of the darkness. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could feel a strange sight.
"Tap, tap -"
As a series of footsteps sounded, the visitor ignored the isolation of the ghost realm and walked directly into his ghost realm.
Wen Zhong was startled, feeling a little unbelievable, and then strange eyes popped out of the open wounds on his body and looked over, trying to see clearly what the hell was coming here.
Through the haze, I could see a man wearing white robes standing in the corridor. His face was ashen and his body was stiff. His two dry, gray eyeballs were staring directly at Wen Zhong.
"It's you!"
Wen Zhong's face darkened. He was thinking about how to contact the thinking ghost just now, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to find him the next moment.
The next moment, the other party's figure suddenly disappeared into his ghost realm, leaving only a series of footsteps approaching him.
The distance between the two is constantly shrinking, and judging from the sound, the distance is even less than ten meters.
Wen Zhong subconsciously raised the guillotine in front of him to protect him. A trace of cold sweat broke out on his face. The other party came too fast and too suddenly.
Just when he couldn't help but want to slash at the source of the sound with his knife, the footsteps suddenly stopped, and the surroundings became calm again, as if nothing unusual had ever happened.
But Wen Zhong knew clearly that Li Gui had appeared next to him, and a rotten smell hit his face. It seemed to be standing in front of him, looking at him.
"Do you want to take action?"
Wen Zhong was not sure whether it was really in front of him. He held the guillotine tightly with both hands, but he began to hesitate in his heart.