If he swung this sword in vain, could he withstand the thinking ghost's next attack?
Wen Zhong no longer dared to imagine anymore. Facing this terrifying thinking ghost, every nerve in his body was roaring, urging him to use this knife as soon as possible to dispel the surrounding haze.
But he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to take action directly. Facing this terrifying ghost, he must not relax at all.
His ghost realm was continuing to be oppressed by some unknown supernatural being, and the cold haze was still spreading, blowing on Wen Zhong's body, and the cracked wounds began to close, as if his eyes were suddenly closed.
Obviously, this is a sign that Guitong's supernatural power has been corroded and suppressed, which also means that he may be attacked.
But even so, Wen Zhong still did not choose to take action. His nerves were already tense to the extreme. He paid more careful attention to the movements around him, always on guard against the thinking ghost launching a sudden attack on him.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... a full minute passed.
The thinking ghost still didn't take action. It seemed to have left here, as if Wen Zhong was left alone to fight with the air.
This is the most difficult moment for Wen Zhong. All the wounds on his body have been closed and the haze has enveloped the entire corridor. He is now like a blind man and can only rely on his senses for defense.
The real terror is often not the moment it comes, but the waiting before the terror strikes is the most fatal to everyone. It is a kind of suffering and a kind of suffering.
Wen Zhong was eager for the thinking ghost to show up, so that he could have room to perform. He had obviously met the conditions for the thinking ghost to attack, but the evil ghost was able to resist attacking him.
Now it's like they're fighting each other, each waiting for the other to show their flaws first.
With the two sides in a stalemate, another ten minutes passed.
Just after the last wound on his body was closed, there was sudden movement around him.
Suddenly, Wen Zhong felt something behind him ruffling his hair. Although the force was very light, it did feel like a cold hand was constantly moving around his neck.
In an instant, he felt his scalp numb, and almost subconsciously, he turned around and swung the guillotine to slash behind him.
"What!"
To Wen Zhong's expectation, there was nothing behind him. In an instant, he realized that he had been plotted by the thinking ghost. He had been guarding against the opponent's attack, and the thinking ghost was not the same.
If the ghost eyes were still there, Wen Zhong could easily see through the ghost's trap, but unfortunately there is no if in this world.
Black-red light appeared behind Wen Zhong, and a dry, gray arm covered with cracks slowly stretched out and suddenly grabbed Wen Zhong's neck.
It was cold and stiff, sticking tightly to Wen Zhong's skin like the tentacles of an octopus, and then a terrifying force came, as if it was about to pinch his neck in two in an instant.
Wen Zhong was shocked. He didn't expect the thinking ghost to be so cunning. The area pinched by the ghost had begun to numb, and it quickly spread to other parts of his body.
This force is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems that it wants to strangle Wen Zhong to death.
Although the reaction was a step slower, at this moment.
There were countless ferocious cracks on Wen Zhong's body, a deep gray light shone brightly, and the ghost germs spread crazily towards the Thinking Ghost's body, and soon dense mold spots appeared on its body.
At the same time, he stabbed the guillotine behind him with his backhand. The force was not very strong, but it was enough to get him out of the current predicament. He only felt his neck loosen and he almost fell forward.
The ghost realm unfolded again, the surrounding haze was dispersed by the deep gray light, and a familiar face appeared in Wen Zhong's eyes.
It was Fang Diyuan who was possessed by the thinking ghost. After such a period of time, his body had been eroded by the thinking ghost.
His originally delicate and handsome face was covered with corpse spots, his limbs were as skinny as firewood, and his skin was ashy and chapped. The most surprising thing was that there was a book embedded in his chest, which was still flipping strangely.
But there was no time left for him to sigh. The thinking ghost suddenly opened its mouth, and there was a terrifying ghost face hidden in its throat.
With the help of the deep gray light in the ghost realm, it was possible to vaguely identify the face as that of the lanky ghost whose facial features were sewn with needles and threads. It seemed that Wen Zhong's guess was correct. The thinking ghost finally controlled the lanky ghost.
The jaw of this terrifying ghost face suddenly cracked open, revealing rows of teeth as fine as needle tips. The head suddenly poked out from the thinking ghost's throat and bit Wen Zhong's head.
Once bitten, it can be expected that Wen Zhong will definitely die. Even if he barely survives, he may not be able to resist the thinking ghost's next attack.
At this critical moment, he forcefully raised the guillotine and placed it between the two of them.
But before Wen Zhong could breathe a sigh of relief, the next scene instantly made his heart sink to the bottom.
This strange guillotine was actually bitten by the devil and cracks appeared, as if it would burst into pieces in the next moment. Wen Zhong felt his heart palpitate when he saw it, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
"What a joke!"
Wen Zhong roared and tried to withdraw the guillotine, but was bitten by the opponent and unable to move. What's more, a black-red light suddenly appeared on the thinking ghost's body and began to spread continuously towards the surroundings.
This is the virtual ghost controlled by He Youxu.
Just when the black-red light was about to erode Wen Zhong's body, a black medicine stone exuding an unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine fell from his pocket and hit the book on Thinking Ghost's chest.
"Bang--"
A muffled sound was heard, and the thinking ghost's body couldn't help but take several steps back, and the black-red light that had been spreading stopped.
Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment. He remembered that this thing was given to him by the mysterious Xiao Xiaoye. At that time, he was still curious about the use of this thing, but he did not expect that it turned out to be a supernatural bomb.
There was no time to be surprised.
He did not miss this opportunity. The ghost hand held the guillotine tightly. He almost used all his strength to rush towards the thinking ghost. His goal was to stab the thinking ghost's body with the guillotine.
Although unexpected situations occurred, he firmly believed that as long as he restrained the strange book on Li Gui's chest, everything would be over.
"You lost!" Wen Zhong roared crazily, as if he could see victory right in front of him.
but……
He failed, and the guillotine stopped just a little distance from Li Gui's chest. A blood-stained palm clamped down on the guillotine.
This palm is also familiar to Wen Zhong. It is the ghost shirt Yan Duo is wearing.