Looking at the cold water pool in front of him, Wen Zhong felt a little headache. The ghost realm stagnated the moment it touched the water pool. The ghost hand could not penetrate the water pool, and the ghost eyes were even less possible.
If he wants to return to Baiyang Village in reality, he seems to have only one choice left, which is to dive into the pool and swim back.
"The key to swimming back from here is not the oxygen, but the temperature. Ordinary people would probably freeze to death if they fell in, let alone dive first and then swim to the other side."
Although he knew this was impossible, no matter how he looked at Su Changguang's proposal, it looked like a trap, a death trap specifically designed to trap him.
Just when Wen Zhong was worried about how to escape from this supernatural place, the scene suddenly changed and he came to Baiyang Village in reality.
Inside a certain house, a man who was dirty and looked as decadent as a beggar was sitting on a wooden bench.
There was a skinned corpse hanging upside down in front of him. There was a pile of neatly stacked human skins directly under the corpse. There were also various weird evil ghost tattoos on the human skin. If you look closely, there were still...
It was trembling slightly, as if trying to break free from the human skin.
An old woodworking planer was placed on his leg. Blood dripped from the edge of the knife, forming a pool of blood on the ground. The man closed his eyes as if he was enjoying it very much.
His body was constantly shaking with the rhythm of dripping blood, as if he had entered a peaceful dream that no one could bear to disturb.
Suddenly, the man opened his somewhat decadent eyes, and the blood from the planer's edge stopped flowing. It seemed that everything around him had stopped at this moment.
a long time.
The man stood up from the wooden stool, raised one foot and stepped directly on the neatly stacked human skin, and the expression on his face changed from decadent to a little impatient.
As time went by, the expression on the man's face gradually became more relaxed, and then returned to the decadent look it had at the beginning.
"That puppet was killed, who did it?" The man seemed to be talking to himself or asking questions to the corpse. The whole scene made people feel a little creepy.
"Is it the tailor Song Xin? No, he shouldn't have the courage. Is that the ghost snake Su Yue? No, she shouldn't be the kind of person who likes to make extraneous matters, so who could it be?"
The man was pacing back and forth in front of the corpse. The expression on his face was still very decadent, and there was no trace of anger at all.
The human skin had been kicked aside by him and was now lying flat on the ground. A human-shaped outline had bulged out in the middle of the skin, but the man seemed not to have seen it and was still talking to himself.
"Did the ghost hunter Wang Muyou or the newcomer do it? No, how could they have such ability? So there is only one candidate left. I didn't expect to have to face off against the people from the headquarters here."
The man sighed, then waved his hand casually, and saw something seemed to be pressing on the skin that had been mostly bulged. In an instant, the human skin returned to silence.
"Wen Zhong became famous for helping Chen Zhanluo solve the thinking ghost incident. That was a genuine Transcendent A-level incident, almost comparable to the S-level starving ghost incident, huh."
As he spoke, the man showed deep disdain for the headquarters.
"The Ghost Controller Headquarters is quite interesting. They actually chose Chen Zhanluo to take the blame. If he really chooses to take action, will this thinking ghost incident still take so long? There is a high probability that Wen Zhong will be the one to take the blame.
I solved this supernatural incident myself.”
"In this case, this person is a bit interesting. He has the ability and motivation to get rid of my supernatural puppet."
The man grinned, as if he had discovered some novel toy, and Wen Zhong had been locked in his heart, not because of the puppet, which could only be regarded as an introduction.
"Speaking of which, Chen Zhanluo disappeared while escorting the Thinking Ghost. The headquarters actually chose to suppress such a big matter. It seems that this incident is not as simple as it seems."
The man smiled even happier, grinning almost to his ears. He looked like a lunatic who had escaped from a mental hospital.
"Hmm~"
Suddenly, the hanging corpse in front of him let out a weak groan, and the human skin spread out on the ground began to stir again.
"Ah~ah~ah~" The man looked at the resurrected corpse in front of him and opened his mouth in surprise, but then he laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha, No. 3, you are still alive!"
"No, no, no, I should call you Ghost Man Wang Qing so that I can show more respect for you. I'm worried that you are really dead. After all, there is no point in extracting the bones from a corpse."
The man's laughter became more and more crazy. On the other hand, Wang Qing's skinned face was gloomy. He never thought that he would end up like this.
"Yan Huanchao, for the sake of the ticket, please give me a treat." Wang Qing looked at the man named Yan Huanchao in front of him with blank eyes, and there was even a little pleading in his eyes.
, a look of longing.
Once upon a time, he was also a powerful ghost controller, and his body and mind had long been completely eroded by the powerful ghosts. However, facing Yan Huan nest, he could not help but fear him from the bottom of his heart.
The other party's methods were really weird. The ghosts he controlled were pulled out of the body one by one, and even the skin with the ghost tattoos on his body was peeled off.
This process was so cruel that he fainted several times, but was forcefully revived by the other party using various means. As a result, he continued to be tortured by the other party just like now.
"Ticket, by the way, it is true that you finally found the ticket in Baiyang Village twenty years ago, but I took it away easily. So what do you think now?" Yan Huanchao laughed at Wang wantonly.
Qing, as he spoke, he also touched the other person's exposed ribs.
"Oh, it's really boring. I'll just give you a good time."
As soon as these words came out, a glimmer of hope appeared in Wang Qing's eyes. For him now, death is a great relief, which means that he finally no longer has to face Yan returning to his nest.
However, the next moment.
Yan Huanchao tilted his head to one side and said with a smile: "I'm lying to you, I like you so much, how can I give you such a pleasure? You should just stay here obediently until I find the next toy."
"
At this moment, for Wang Qing, the Yan Huanchao in front of him was more terrifying and more desperate than any ghost he had ever seen.