In an instant, Wen Zhong seemed to see countless sword lights, spreading from the past to the present, trying to dismember him alive.
At this moment, Wen Zhong had to admit that he was no longer Su Changguang's opponent.
The gap between him and an old monster who has lived since the early Republic of China is so great that it cannot be bridged by a guillotine or a forest of ghosts.
The sword light was about to spread to his body, and Wen Zhong seemed to have seen the end of himself being dismembered by the sword.
But, the next moment.
The moment the sword light came into contact with his body, it suddenly dissipated. All the terrifying abnormalities completely subsided, and the surroundings became silent again. Su Changguang, who had been standing not far away, also fell to the ground.
"What is going on?" Wen Zhong looked at Su Changguang who fell to the ground in surprise.
It was clear that the other party had forced him into a desperate situation, but at this moment he fell to the ground with his life and death unknown.
Faced with the abnormal situation happening in front of him, Wen Zhong did not become careless. Instead, he walked around behind Su Changguang more cautiously and carefully observed the other person's condition.
At this moment, the other party's body exuded a putrid smell that would only occur after a corpse had been left for several days, and it even overshadowed the smell of blood wafting from the sword and the old grave.
This putrid smell made people frown, and anyone who looked at it would conclude that the old man in front of them was dead.
"How is this possible? Is it because he died at this time because he overused the power of the ghost?" Wen Zhong sighed. He obviously saved his life but felt a little awkward.
However, now is not the time to care about this.
Although Su Changguang is dead, Wen Zhong will not touch the supernatural weapon he is holding easily for the time being. He will make other plans after he finds a way back to reality.
Wen Zhong walked towards the old grave where Wang Muyou was imprisoned, intending to fish him out of the old grave first. No one could bear to be detained in such a place for a long time.
However, this time, after fighting against such a level of ghost master, Wen Zhong actually felt that his condition was not bad, and he did not feel the restlessness of a ghost that revives when all is exhausted.
This state is very strange. Although it is not as good as the old monsters from the Republic of China, it has an overwhelming advantage when facing ordinary ghost controllers. At least it has crushed most ghost controllers in terms of not being able to revive.
or.
Walking to the grave, Wang Muyou was lying quietly in the old grave, his limbs and torso showing a strange twist, and his whole body was like a sticky cake that had been beaten repeatedly.
"That old guy is quite aggressive."
Wen Zhong looked at Wang Muyou's still heaving chest and knew that the other man was still alive. He was about to take him out of the grave when a series of coughs came from behind him.
"Ahem, cough, cough, little young man, where are you going?"
A familiar voice sounded from behind. Wen Zhong immediately turned his head and looked behind him, only to see the wrinkled Su Changguang staring at him expressionlessly.
It's just that his body no longer has the terrifying feeling before, and all that's left is weakness and endless decay.
Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Su Changguang.
"I will not take action against you again. Sure enough, taking action against a person who has not yet reached the end of his life is harmful to the world." The old man sighed slightly and said: "Now Baiyang Village can't regain its balance just by relying on you."
, you go."
"What do you mean?" Wen Zhong asked.
"You just faked your death. Now go to the ghost pool and return to reality. You may still be saved." The old man said lightly: "But this little boy is not going to survive. He is indeed dead."
Wen Zhong glanced at Wang Muyou after hearing this. He had observed it with his ghost eyes before, and his current state was indeed not much different from a corpse.
But if it is said that Wang Muyou is dead, Wen Zhong still doesn't believe it. After all, being overly corroded by supernatural beings may lead to this state, and this cannot be used as a basis.
Su Changguang didn't care what Wen Zhong thought, and continued: "There are only two ways to reach this supernatural place."
"The first is to die within the confines of Baiyang Village, because the dead will be automatically absorbed into this supernatural place. The second is to bury yourself in this cemetery and make your state close to that of the dead."
"The first method is not a secret, many people know it, but the second method is a secret that only the village chief of Baiyang Village can know. You are an alien who came here through the second method, so you have the ability to survive.
Possibility of going back."
Wen Zhong was shocked when he heard this. He had indeed lost consciousness in this cemetery. It turned out that it was at that time that he entered this supernatural place by mistake.
"Young man, please go away. When you are old, even if you have been eroded by the supernatural and become like this, you still have a soft heart and cannot break flowers." Su Changguang smiled at himself, then he picked up the lantern on the ground and looked at Wen Zhong.
Come.
To be precise, he was walking towards the old grave where Wang Muyou was imprisoned.
"This young man named Wang, please stay here with me. The dead cannot be resurrected, so you should have looked away." Su Changguang paused and then said, "If you can meet a woman named Su Yue, please help me."
I told her that grandpa doesn’t blame her."
Wen Zhong was stunned. He remembered that No. 4's name was Su Yue.
"Young man, don't forget what you came here to do. This Baiyang Village will wait until you are able to explore it later."
As he spoke, Su Changguang waved his hand, fished Wang Muyou's broken body out of the crack in the old grave, and limped toward the depths of the cemetery with a dim handheld lamp.
Half a moment.
Wen Zhong felt that the cold drizzle was about to stop.
Taking one last look at the cemetery behind him, he rushed towards the pool in the back mountain without hesitation.
He saw a deep gray light flying in mid-air towards the pool at the back of the mountain at an unimaginable speed. He didn't care at all that it might alert other strange beings here.
In the gray light, you can vaguely see the outline of a humanoid figure. The speed is so fast that it is almost breaking the sound barrier.
In an instant, Wen Zhong came to the water pool in the back mountain. It was still extremely cold here, with a chill, and the rain kept splashing into the water pool, causing ripples.
"Can I return to reality from here? What should I do? Do you want me to swim back directly from here?"
Wen Zhong looked at the pool. It was obviously not deep, but there was a strange illusion, as if it was connected to another world.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps nearby, and then a man with a mask on his face appeared in Wen Zhong's sight. After seeing Wen Zhong, he even took the initiative to say hello.
And there is a familiar number engraved on his mask - two.