The guillotine was raised again, and Wen Zhong tried to control this almost unsolvable thinking ghost again before this strange change was completed.
The thinking ghost seemed to be aware of Wen Zhong's behavior. The black-red haze was mixed with black-red light and quickly gathered together to wrap its body tightly.
No matter how Wen Zhong's ghost realm washes away, this thick layer of haze cannot be dispelled. Everything seems to have become a foregone conclusion, he will die here, and Da'an City will be completely blocked.
As for the thinking ghost, it is about to enter the next stage.
"Damn, how is this possible! This is definitely cheating, get my gun, I want to report this bastard myself!"
At this moment, even Yan Wenhua, who had been at the temporary headquarters outside Da'an City, couldn't help but jump in fear.
Now he only regretted that he was not at the scene, otherwise he would have given this thinking ghost a bullet.
If not for anything else, just to vent the resentment in my heart.
Today, his mood was pulled by this supernatural event, like riding a roller coaster. Several times, he almost jumped up with excitement. Unexpectedly, reality immediately taught him another lesson.
But he could do nothing but be anxious. He was holding a special pistol in his hand. After much hesitation, he sighed heavily, put the pistol down and sat back down again.
So helpless.
At this moment, Wen Zhong looked at the thinking ghost wrapped in black and red haze in front of him, and his mood could be said to be extremely heavy.
He finally ended this supernatural incident, but the evil ghost refused to reason with him at all, and as a result, his hopes were thrown back into the abyss in the blink of an eye.
Wen Zhong raised the guillotine and already took a stance, but the ghost eyes could not see clearly the location of the thinking ghost through this layer of black and red haze.
Moreover, he vaguely felt that the other party's mutation seemed to be coming to an end, which meant that he only had one chance left to restrict the other party.
If he succeeds, he can truly end this supernatural incident. If he fails, not only he will die, but the entire Da'an City will be buried with him.
A trace of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and Wen Zhong's face became particularly ugly.
From becoming a ghost controller to now, he has made difficult choices countless times. He thought he would no longer hesitate when faced with choices, but he didn't expect...
Now that things have happened, he has become so hesitant.
A sense of fear always lingered in his heart, and his hands were constantly shaking. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or the pain caused by the broken bones.
"Wait a minute, I have another trick!"
Suddenly, Wen Zhong's eyes lit up. There were ghost pupils left by him on the backs of the thinking ghost's hands. If everything went well, he could use the ghost pupils as a medium to determine the location of the thinking ghost.
"Gulu——"
In the gaping wound between the eyebrows, a cloudy and bloodshot eye was constantly turning, trying to find the ghost of thinking hidden in this thick layer of haze.
"Where! Where! Where!"
Wen Zhong roared deep in his heart. The deeper the ghost's power dug, the closer he was to death. The ghost germs had all gathered together and were suppressing the ghost pupils together with the ghost hands.
If it was Wen Zhong before committing suicide, if he dared to use the power of the ghost like this, he would have died long ago due to the resurrection of the ghost.
Suddenly.
He found that terrifying figure in a corner of the haze. The ghost eyes' sensitivity had become vague, and it seemed that the change that happened to the other person was about to end.
Fortunately, Wen Zhong found the other party at the last moment.
"Ahhhhhh-"
With a roar, Wen Zhong identified his target and rushed towards the haze ahead as if going crazy.
The thinking ghost seemed to be aware of it. It raised its head stiffly and seemed to be looking at Wen Zhong outside the haze. The next moment, a broken guillotine suddenly penetrated its chest.
Wen Zhong raised his head and looked at the thinking ghost in front of him. His chest and the strange book were pierced by the guillotine. All the changes in the thinking ghost's body ended at this moment.
It still wanted to struggle and raise its arms, but the black and red haze around it dissipated like morning dew.
At the moment when this strange book was penetrated, Wen Zhong seemed to see a smile flash across the face of the thinking ghost. At the last moment of its life, it seemed to have turned back into the master of the Liangyi Temple.
"Wen Zhong, well done."
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Wenzhong felt Fang Diyuan's voice coming to his ears. It seemed so familiar to him, like an old friend exchanging pleasantries.
The sounds of corpses falling to the ground continued to be heard all around, which was the sound of the derivative ghosts falling to the ground in the nearby room.
The next moment, the haze surrounding Da'an City quickly dissipated. This time, the supernatural events that had plagued Da'an for dozens of days were truly over.
Wen Zhong looked at the thinking ghost nailed to the wall, no, it should be said to be Fang Diyuan, and he couldn't help feeling a little emotional in his heart. He shouldn't have died in the first place.
"Hey, is this the headquarters?" Wen Zhong said to the satellite phone on his chest: "The thinking ghost has been suppressed. Please send people to Da'an City for rescue work as soon as possible."
"By the way, remember to bring a large gold container, otherwise I'm worried that I won't be able to contain this ghost thing."
After saying that, Wen Zhong rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. No matter how anxiously the wiring room on the other end of the satellite phone urged him, he still closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen into a sweet dream.
Of course, it is impossible to have sweet dreams.
It is already 7:30 in the morning, the sun has risen high, and the warm sunshine has dispelled the haze shrouding Daan City.
In the temporary headquarters outside Da'an City, a series of rapid footsteps were heard, and a heavily armed observer ran in panting.
"Yan, Team Leader Yan, the haze shrouding Daan City has dissipated!" the observer said eagerly and excitedly.
"Good! Very good! Very good!"
Yan Wenhua stood up suddenly and slapped the table. He was a man with a true temperament as a soldier. When he heard this piece of good news that might have been long overdue, he even laughed unconsciously.
"Where are Chen Zhanluo and the others, have they all entered Da'an City? Go and inform Minister Cao and the others. By the way, remember to bring another gold box with you."
Soon, countless lights lit up in the temporary headquarters, and armored vehicles were ready to go. Yan Wenhua was sitting in the lead car looking out at Da'an City.
The people who are still in the headquarters are basically some logistics personnel, the professionals responsible for medical rescue are all ready, and all kinds of first aid supplies are packed and sealed.
Just waiting for Yan Wenhua's order, everyone will immediately enter Da'an City to carry out rescue work.