The transparent sword light was like an invisible palm, ejecting from the blade and quickly approaching the window next to the door.
However, when this sword light hit the window accurately, it was like a stone falling into a water tank. It only caused the window to shake slightly, but there were no more ripples.
Wang Muyou narrowed his eyes and was about to make another cut, but he felt that the force blocking the carrion outside the door suddenly became lighter, and then the door creaked slightly and opened slightly.
The rotting corpse blocking the door disappeared. It did not appear outside the window, but actually disappeared.
At the same time, the scenery outside the door became darker and darker, as if there was a transparent membrane that separated the inside and outside of the room, blocking Wang Muyou in the room.
"What is this? It doesn't look like a ghost land." Wang Muyou's eyes narrowed, and he reached out and touched the membrane that wrapped the entire residential house.
It was very smooth and tough, just like a plastic membrane. Even if he poked or chopped with the short knife, he couldn't tear the membrane apart.
And as time went by, the feeling of depression became more and more serious. Although the space had not changed, Wang Muyou felt like he was locked in a cage, and the area where he could move was increasingly reduced.
Suddenly.
Wang Muyou heard the sound of squirming meat coming from the surroundings, and the entire residence began to become dim. A strong putrid smell floated from the depths of the room toward the entrance.
next moment.
A layer of rotten flesh wall covered the original furniture. The surrounding walls were like pieces of rotten meat, which began to rot and deteriorate. The smell of rotten corpses became stronger and stronger, almost filling the entire residence.
"boom--"
There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
A rotten, broken human head fell from the ceiling, followed by limbs, a torso, and some equally rotten pieces of flesh, falling to the ground one after another like rain.
These pieces of meat are still squirming, constantly moving towards the head, as if they are being spliced together.
"These are not ghosts... they are the ghost slaves from last time. They appeared here. Does this mean that I am being targeted by that haunted house again?"
Wang Muyou looked at the pieces of meat that had been spliced together, and his heart sank.
These people who are spliced together from pieces of flesh are no longer just ghost slaves. They already have some of the abilities and characteristics of ghosts. They are much scarier than ordinary ghost slaves, but they are still not as good as real ghosts.
The form of existence may be equivalent to the derivative ghost of the thinking ghost that has been encountered before. Even if it is encountered by a ghost controller, if it is not careful enough, it will undoubtedly be dead.
There were no bones in these pieces of meat, and it was a little reluctant to stand up. As the body stood up, it exuded a strong corpse odor, and thick blood kept dripping from the body.
There are no facial features on their faces, and the hollows that replace the two eyes are looking around.
Unexpectedly, they did not choose to attack Wang Muyou, but wandered aimlessly in the hall that was covered with carrion, seeming to be looking for something.
Wang Muyou looked at everything in front of him with a solemn expression. He knew very well that the reason why these ghost slaves made of fleshy pieces did not attack him was because the double supernatural protection of the Laughing Ghost and the ghost pattern was still in effect.
These two supernatural terror levels will undoubtedly overwhelm these derivative ghosts. Just like the derivative ghosts who faced the thinking ghost in Da'an at that time, these derivative ghosts will not attack him for the time being.
But as time goes by, this supernatural protection will be affected until it disappears completely.
He and No. 2 barely escaped from this residence before, but now he is the only one left here. Can he stop them?
He is undoubtedly dead.
With so many derived ghosts, even if they are consumed, they will be consumed by him, not to mention that there is a source ghost with the ability to transform behind them. Maybe it is already hidden in the meat.
Facing so many fierce ghosts, the ghost controller who controls three fierce ghosts will most likely suffer from hatred here. When the time comes, I'm afraid he will really become the dead man mentioned in No. 2.
"You will definitely die in a head-on confrontation, so there is only one way to survive, which is to break this barrier and escape. It seems that the purpose of the rotting corpse is to hold me back and prevent me from escaping from here.
"
"But why would he do this and what good would it do to him?"
Wang Muyou thought so and glanced at the satellite phone in his arms. Could it be that the other party was targeting him like this because of this phone?
There is no use thinking about this now, the most urgent thing is to get out of here.
"Since you can't get out through the door or window, it's better to try to find other exits."
With this thought in mind, Wang Muyou moved slowly against the pressure coming from all around, as if walking through thick liquid, he reluctantly left the entrance and walked into the hall.
Although these derivative ghosts have not yet listed him as a target due to supernatural protection, he still carefully avoided these derivative ghosts wandering in the hall, and then he came to the living room, which was only separated from the entrance by a wall.
This place is also surrounded by rotting flesh walls, with only one window left in the center of the room. Through the window, you can still see the light rain in Baiyang Village.
Walking to the window, Wang Muyou quickly drew out his short knife, and a cold light shot out from the blade and struck the window.
As expected, the window only shook slightly and returned to silence.
Seeing this, Wang Muyou frowned. It seemed that the entire residence was covered by this barrier. If he wanted to get out from here, he would have to find other ways.
Suddenly, the flesh wall next to the window surged, and a skinned and bloody arm protruded from the flesh wall and clawed straight at Wang Muyou.
The speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to react. He only felt a chill on his neck, followed by a sense of suffocation, and a skinned palm clamped tightly around his neck.
The place grasped by this palm began to ooze blood. Dark red and sticky blood spread from his neck, squirming on his body as if consciously, and soon covered part of his body.
"Hahaha...hehehehe..."
At this moment, a series of terrifying and cold laughter sounded from Wang Muyou's mouth, and the smile on his face became increasingly weird.
next moment.
The skinned arm quickly retracted as if it was electrocuted, and along with the thick blood on its neck, it retracted back to the wall.
The Laughing Ghost's supernatural protection is still in effect, but it won't last long. The supernatural balance has been broken at this moment.