At this moment, Dai Zhibin was leaning on the boulder and twitching constantly. His chest was like a blower with full power, rising and falling crazily, as if he was trying to shake his heart out.
What's even weirder is that as his chest rises and falls, a looming black mist appears around him, emitting an unpleasant and pungent burnt smell, as if he is facing a corpse in a crematorium.
Burnt corpses.
Dai Zhibin's condition was very bad. It could almost be said that he could only breathe. It was even more serious than when he suffered from supernatural erosion before.
He could no longer control the black ghost inside his body.
At this time, when you open Dai Zhibin's eyelids, you can see that both of his eyeballs have been covered with a layer of burnt yellow. There is no doubt that he is now facing the difficulty of reviving the evil ghost.
Wen Zhong thought about it and found that there was only one way left to save him, and that was to let him control the second ghost here.
But then, the problem appeared again.
Wen Zhong was going to find a second ghost for him, one that could balance with this group of charred ghosts.
No matter how you look at it, this is an impossible task.
"Cough cough cough...it hurts..."
At this moment, Dai Zhibin suddenly began to twitch crazily, and even shouted in a low voice: "It hurts...Brother Wen...where are you...I hurt so much...sister...sister...don't be afraid, brother"
Right here...Brother doesn't feel any pain...it doesn't hurt...cough cough cough..."
Dai Zhibin's voice was extremely weak, his eyes were always closed, and at the same time, more and more black mist wrapped around his body, almost dragging Dai Zhibin's entire body into the black mist.
Wen Zhong fell into silence again. Now he only needed to penetrate Dai Zhibin with the guillotine to free him, saving time and effort, and he did not have to worry about the risks caused by the resurgence of the evil ghost.
The ghost head on the guillotine handle was shaking constantly, as if urging Wen Zhong to make a decision quickly.
Finally, he made a decision.
"It's a pity that I don't have Guizhu anymore, otherwise I wouldn't be so passive. Now let's see if this thing can save you."
As he spoke, a puppet appeared in his hand that was as tall as a person. The sculpture was very detailed, especially the face, which was even more lifelike. The entire face was intricately covered with the roots of branches.
This is the same supernatural item that No. 2 used before. This puppet is quite weird. If possible, Wen Zhong would like to keep it and study it slowly.
But right now, there is a more suitable place to use it.
"I don't know if No. 2 has left any back-up in this puppet, but I don't care about that much at this time. I can only try it first and hope everything goes well."
Wen Zhong placed the puppet on Dai Zhibin's body, and all the black mist that appeared next to Dai Zhibin immediately poured into the puppet. As his chest rose and fell, more and more black mist poured in.
Soon, the entire puppet became charred black, as if it had been coated with a layer of pitch-black tar, exuding an unpleasant charred smell.
The supernatural began to form a balance, and some color returned to Dai Zhibin's scorched face.
At this moment, the puppet's fingers suddenly moved. The movement was very slight, but it did not escape Wen Zhong's eyes. I'm afraid it had something to do with the backhand that No. 2 left behind in the puppet.
"boom--"
Wen Zhong raised the guillotine and penetrated the puppet directly. Dai Zhibin was even pierced by the guillotine.
Of course Wen Zhong didn't want to kill Dai Zhibin, he wanted to use the guillotine to help the other party control this weird puppet. No matter what backhand No. 2 left, as long as the puppet was controlled by Dai Zhibin, it would be nothing to him.
After the puppet was pierced by the guillotine, it returned to calm. The black mist slowly eroded the skin carved from wood on the puppet's body. An unusual and extreme balance was being formed between the two.
The screen changes.
In Baiyang Village, Yan Huanchao was walking along a path preparing to go somewhere. His body was covered in blood stains, but his expression was no longer decadent, but looked unusually excited.
Suddenly, he felt as if his chest was penetrated by something, and a severe pain came, as if his body was to be torn in half.
"Hi~hoo~ What did No. 5 want to do by dismembering that puppet when he was free? No, why can't I feel the existence of that puppet at all? What did he do?"
Yan Huanchao's eyes turned blood red and he cast his gaze in the direction of the mountain behind him. After a while, he stood up from the ground again.
"Forget it, wait until the next place and play with him slowly. Good things should be saved for the end and enjoy slowly, hahaha."
Yan Huanchao smiled crazily, and when he looked carefully he was holding a mud-stained license plate, which looked exactly like the one in Wen Zhong's hand.
After Wu Ran realized his emotions and calmed down, he tightened his grip on the license plate and continued walking along the path.
At this moment, by the water pool in the back mountain of Baiyang Village.
Dai Zhibin's supernatural balance began to come to an end, and a strong smell of burnt and dead bodies filled the pond. The painful wails that had been ringing before had completely subsided.
Dai Zhibin was lying weakly on the ground, with a strange wooden puppet pressed on his body. A closer look revealed that the puppet's face was somewhat similar to Dai Zhibin's face.
Wen Zhong stood aside and watched all this quietly. He had put away the guillotine and no longer needed it for assistance.
During the process, Dai Zhibin stopped breathing several times and even started to vomit blood, but in the end he overcame it, controlled the puppet, and regained his supernatural balance.
Dai Zhibin was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes slightly opened, and he raised his head with difficulty as if he wanted to say something.
"Don't talk. You haven't fully recovered from your current state. The evil ghost you control may revive at any time. You'd better have a good rest. Don't worry about it now." Wen Zhong said.
Hearing this, Dai Zhibin nodded laboriously and lay down again. His body was so weak now that he seemed to be suffering from a serious illness and was severely overdrafted.
Wen Zhong knew that Dai Zhibin still needed some time to adapt to the new supernatural power. It would be impossible for him to use this puppet as freely as No. 2 in a short time, and No. 2's way of using this puppet was different from his.
Same.
The other party seems to be using the puppet as a supernatural object rather than controlling it as a ghost. I wonder if there are any differences or hidden dangers in this.
"I should also take a short rest. Mental fatigue cannot be recovered in one go."
Thinking this, Wen Zhong sat down against a stone, closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.