The blood-soaked palm clamped the guillotine tightly, and a scarlet blood stain appeared from under it, gradually spreading and soaking into the white robe worn by the thinking ghost.
In Wen Zhong's shocked eyes, its upper body was completely soaked in blood, and then a vague humanoid outline bulged out, as if there was another ghost hidden in its body.
"Click——"
With a crisp cracking sound, the head of the guillotine was forcibly broken off by the terrifying palm.
Before he could be surprised, another arm soaked in blood suddenly stretched out towards Wen Zhong.
The target is his neck. This terrifying force can even be cut with a guillotine. Once caught by it, his neck will definitely be twisted into two parts, and he will definitely be dead.
At the critical moment, a deep gray light lit up, and wisps of mold were like rain, constantly clinging to the thinking ghost's body, trying to suppress the arm stretching towards him.
However, the thin velvet formed by the ghost fungus can only slightly delay its action, but there is no way to completely suppress it.
Although it cannot have the expected effect, it is enough, enough for Wen Zhong to retreat from here.
This was just the first wave of attacks. Wen Zhong struggled with his life and managed to survive. The result was not much different from what he expected. The thinking ghost's terror level was too much higher than his. But what Wen Zhong didn't expect was that even the guillotine
It's all folded here.
Now he can be said to have used all his methods. If he had no other means and continued to fight the thinking ghost like this, he would still be dead.
Even he fell here, and Wen Zhong could no longer think of anyone who could deal with this invincible ghost.
"No, I have another trick." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and looked at the thinking ghost in front of him, "I have to find a way to make it bow down. As long as I can chop off this ghost's head..."
"Tick-"
Wen Zhong's figure appeared in the corridor again, his face became extremely black, and drops of something like thick ink flowed from the corners of his mouth, making people's scalp numb.
The ink-like substance dripping on the ground gave off a strong burnt smell. This was the burnt black substance that Wen Zhong collected from Dai Zhibin before leaving the safe house.
Similar to his ghost fungus, it also has the power to erode all horrors.
At this moment, Wen Zhong had already conceived a bold plan in his mind. He was going to bet everything on the second contact.
"Gulu——"
With almost the determination to die, the flesh between his eyebrows tore out a hideous wound, and a turbid and bloodshot eye popped out of the wound.
The ghost eyes that had been suppressed began to rotate again, and as a price, the long-lost restlessness of the ghost's resurrection was revealed again.
The ghost pupil and the thinking ghost looked at each other. The distance between the two was very close, so close that they could even see every corpse spot on the thinking ghost's face.
Suddenly, the two arms stretched out from the ghost shirt tightly clamped Wen Zhong's hands, a strange force came, and the sound of bones breaking instantly sounded.
But the thinking ghost's own arm hung down feebly, and the flesh on the back of its hand was also torn open, and two turbid and bloodshot eyeballs popped out.
At this moment, the empty door in the thinking ghost's chest is wide open, and it will take time for the slender ghost to get out of its throat again.
The chance of fighting was fleeting, and a fierce look flashed in Wen Zhong's eyes. He only thought of this method after being attacked by thinking ghosts three times. He was also forced into a desperate situation.
"roar--"
With a shrill roar, Wen Zhong suddenly opened his mouth. The distance between the two was close enough, and without any accident, he bit the thinking ghost's throat.
A cold feeling hit his entrance, and Wen Zhong felt that what he had bitten was rotten meat. In an instant, he felt like he was about to spit it out, but he still held it back.
The thinking ghost stagnated, as if it had been attacked by an unexpected attack and crashed.
But this was not because Wen Zhong bit its throat, but because the charred black ink-like supernatural liquid smeared in Wen Zhong's mouth was constantly eroding its body.
"Uh huh huh huh!" (Lower your head!)
Wen Zhong almost used all his strength to pull down the thinking ghost's body. His teeth had sunk deeply into the opponent's flesh, and the originally stiff body of the thinking ghost began to tremble.
"Pfft——"
A cluster of quiet flames ignited from the opponent's neck. Seeing this faint flame, Wen Zhong felt as if he had been given a shot of blood and forcefully pulled his wrist out of the bloody palm of the ghost shirt.
A sharp and heartbreaking pain came. Wen Zhong was very sure that his wrist was definitely a comminuted fracture. Only a layer of skin was left covering the wrist, but at this time, he could no longer care about it.
Holding the broken guillotine forcefully, he rounded his arms and swung towards the flames. Nothing could stop him.
With one slash, there was no accident. The flames on the back of the opponent's neck were extinguished, and then a thin red line appeared on its neck. Thick corpse water seeped out along the wound in an instant.
Fortunately, Wen Zhong reacted quickly enough and let go when the red line appeared, otherwise he would have had to rinse his mouth with the corpse water.
However, some corpse water still splashed onto his face.
But these are no longer important. The most important thing is that the thinking ghost has been successfully restrained by him, and this supernatural incident can be declared resolved.
The surrounding haze is slowly dissipating, and a long-lost sun seems to be rising outside the window, shining on Da'an City, which has been dark for a long time.
"Damn, it's finally... over..."
Wen Zhong lay weakly on the ground. He was so tired that he immediately wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep.
Suddenly, he saw the book embedded in the chest of the Thinking Ghost begin to turn over again. Under the sunlight outside the window, he could clearly see such a passage written on the book.
"I was restrained by the ghost controller Wen Zhong. This means that the supernatural incident is over. No, I am not willing to accept it."
Upon seeing these words, Wen Zhong's pupils suddenly dilated, because he found that the haze that had dispersed in the corridor began to gather again, and the thinking ghost's body also began to undergo changes at this moment.
As if going back in time, the wound on its neck began to heal, and the corpse water that had been spilled on the ground began to flow back slowly, and even the corpse water that splashed on his face surged back.
"What's this?"
His consciousness was a little blurry. An abnormal phenomenon that ordinary people could not understand was happening in front of Wen Zhong's eyes. His expression became extremely horrified, as if he had seen a ghost.
We can't let him succeed, otherwise he will definitely die.
There was only one thought left in Wen Zhong's mind, which was driving him crazily to stand up again.