Under the dual supernatural protection of the Laughing Ghost and the Ghost Pattern, Wang Muyou escaped once again, but he knew very well that this protection would never last long.
The skinned arm left a bright red handprint depression on his neck. He had no doubt that if the hand pinched for a while longer, it would definitely break his neck.
The one who took action just now was definitely the source of the evil ghost hidden in this residence. The supernatural power that derived the evil ghost was not enough to suppress the two evil ghosts in his body.
At this moment, the supernatural balance has been broken. If Wang Muyou continues to stay here, he will only die.
He looked at the surrounding walls with flickering eyes, and a bad guess emerged in his heart.
"The entire residence is blocked by the flesh of this evil ghost. Damn it, am I in this evil ghost's body now?"
"This diaphragm is equivalent to the ghost's stomach, and these derivative ghosts are the people it digested before, so will my final fate be the same as them?"
Wang Muyou didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Once the supernatural protection completely fails, there is absolutely no doubt that he will die here.
"Then what is the killing pattern of this evil ghost? Even if you can't get out, you have to find a way to save your life first. No, in this situation, is it meaningful to infer the killing pattern of the evil ghost?"
Although by understanding the killing patterns of evil spirits, even ordinary people can avoid being killed by evil spirits, but this depends on the situation.
If he had not been eaten into his body by the evil ghost before, of course he could have avoided this situation by understanding the evil ghost's killing patterns, but now, I am afraid it is meaningless.
He tried his best to keep calm, but faced with this unsolvable situation, he still inevitably felt a little panic and fear.
At this moment, the surrounding flesh walls began to move slowly. Just as he said, this was the inside of Li Gui's body. To be precise, Li Gui's stomach had begun to gradually shrink toward the center.
The feeling of oppression became more and more intense. If the supernatural protection was not still in effect, he had no doubt that he would be squeezed to death by this feeling of oppression.
It was as if a living person was trapped in quicksand, and every bone in his body made a "crunch, crunch-" sound.
At this moment, the entire residence was squeezed out of shape. He felt that he had an illusion. The flesh wall of the living room was squeezed repeatedly, like a skinned bloody corpse moving its body.
This was not an illusion. Soon the entire living room became flat, and Wang Muyou was squeezed into the group of derivative ghosts.
The next moment, these derivative ghosts made of pieces of meat all raised their heads, staring at Wang Muyou with hollow hollows on their faces, as if they were looking at a delicious food.
Soon, a derivative ghost came over in a crooked manner. He raised his arms and tried to touch Wang Muyou, but stopped when he was still some distance away from his body. He just stopped in place and made no movement.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw more and more derivative ghosts walking towards him.
They all raised their arms and tried to touch Wang Muyou, but without exception, they all stopped the moment they were about to touch his body.
Wang Muyou didn't count how many derivative ghosts there were here, because it was meaningless and it was already beyond the scope of what he could handle.
This was simply a dead end with no solution. In this situation, he couldn't see any hope at all.
"Is No. 2 also in trouble like this? Maybe he died relatively easily, haha." Wang Muyou didn't even lift the dagger to resist, he just stood there and smiled mockingly to himself.
He could no longer lift his hands, and the pressure around him was almost crushing his body.
The supernatural protection of the Laughing Ghost and Ghost Patterns has almost reached its limit. The smile on his face has become more and more distorted. Now it is more like a different face, and the markings on his face have begun to become abnormal.
This is a sign that the evil ghosts are resurrected, whether they are killed by the evil ghosts around them or by the evil ghosts in their own bodies.
These are the only two options Wang Muyou has left, but no matter which one he chooses, he will be dead.
despair.
It was completely surrounded by these derivative ghosts from all directions, and the surrounding was airtight. The body made of pieces of meat was constantly shaking, and the entire residential house also completed its final contraction.
Now only the entrance hall is left in the entire residence, and all other places have turned into thick walls of flesh. The rotten smell permeates the hall, like a signal of death.
"Wen Zhong, I hope you can succeed, ugh."
After sighing, Wang Muyou seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes.
Silence, deathly silence.
I didn't feel like I was being attacked as I imagined. The surroundings were unusually quiet, except for the sound of my own heartbeat and breathing.
Just when Wang Muyou was about to open his eyes to see what happened, suddenly, a very familiar voice sounded in his ears.
"It's not like you to give up so early."
When Wang Muyou heard this, he immediately opened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise. In front of him was a pale, stiff ghost hand covered with corpse spots.
This ghost hand just grabbed him lightly and lifted his whole body in its hand. Instantly, a coldness hit him, and his whole body became sober.
Immediately afterwards, the derivative ghosts piled up with pieces of meat all around came towards this pale arm. However, in the next moment, these derivative ghosts were all twisted and deformed, and were twisted into a twisted piece.
Seeing this scene, Wang Muyou felt relieved a lot, and he did not resist, because the owner of the voice was clearly Wen Zhong.
Although I don't know why he is here, there is no doubt that he is safe now, and these derivative evil spirits are not enough to resist the oppression of the ghosts.
But before Wang Muyou could completely put his heart back into his stomach, the surrounding flesh walls seemed to be stimulated by something, and they rushed towards Wang Muyou crazily, trying to cut off the ghost hand together.
However, the moment the flesh wall came closer, there was a sound of flesh being torn apart, several hideous cracks appeared on the flesh wall, and then several turbid and gray eyes emerged from the wounds.
Without any movement, these eyes blocked the distance between the fleshy arm and Wang Muyou.
next moment.
The world is spinning.
When Wang Muyou woke up again, he only felt a little wet on his face. Drop after drop of cold, fine rain slapped on his face, awakening his vague consciousness.
Turning his head stiffly, he saw a figure sitting on the dirt ground with his back to him. Looking at the other person's clothes and appearance, there was no doubt that he was Wen Zhong.