With a dull sound of hitting the ground, Wen Zhong could feel his body being hit hard on a wet and muddy ground.
Chaos, weakness, and all kinds of negative feelings were constantly eroding his body, while Wen Zhong's half-open eyes were staring aimlessly at a weed not far away.
However, he was clearly looking, but his pupils were not focused, and his eyes were deathly gray, as if his consciousness had been withdrawn from his body.
If the body wasn't still twitching slightly, anyone who saw it would probably think it was a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
The rain kept dripping.
Time is passing slowly.
One minute has passed, two minutes have passed...
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a look appeared in Wen Zhong's eyes, followed by a burst of severe and heartbreaking pain and greedy and rapid breathing.
"Didn't I fall into the darkness... This is not the ruined temple, nor is it Qingchen Mountain... Where is this..."
"Where is this place? Why does it look like I was thrown out of that rickshaw on the way? But what happened to those things that happened on Qingchen Mountain just now..."
Just when Wen Zhong felt that he had almost recovered and was about to continue on the road along the ruts, a mocking voice suddenly came from the depths of the old forest.
When Wen Zhong saw this, his expression suddenly changed.
After lying on the muddy and wet ground to recover for a short while, Wen Zhong took a few deep breaths and struggled to get up from the muddy ground.
"Nightmare, you really know how to make connections."
This attack was probably the same as before. It was an attack on him by another ghost master who was participating in the ceremony.
He was trying to recall everything that had just happened and every bit about his second uncle.
"Just look forward to it."
If this terrifying ghost attacked him, it would make sense.
As the sound came, the figure of Yan Returning to the Nest was also submerged in the depths of the old forest. Only Wen Zhong was left leaning on the old tree and thinking carefully about the name Yan Returning to the Nest.
He could feel how dangerous this person hiding in the shadows was. Among the ghost masters he had ever seen, perhaps only Chen Zhanluo, who was designated as the team leader, could rival him.
A series of questions appeared in Wen Zhong's mind.
"Is it possible that the nightmare has been controlled by someone..."
The second-ranked ghost on the list of ghosts, Nightmare, can make living people die in their dreams. The killing pattern and movement trajectory are temporarily unknown. It belongs to the spiritual type of ghost. The headquarters currently defines it as level A.
Look around at the scenery.
But I don't know if it was because of the pain. Wen Zhong's memory of before he became a ghost controller is very vague, as if a layer of white mist has covered his memory.
Wen Zhong looked at the ruts spreading in the distance, and the expression on his face looked a little gloomy.
This feeling was very indescribable and caused him great pain.
"It's okay not to mention my former name. Remember that I am now called Yan Huanchao. The next time you hear this name, it will be your death."
Hanging on his chest was a mask that Wen Zhong was very familiar with, but it was obscured by a strange shadow, making it difficult to see the specific number.
The next moment, a tall and tall man appeared in Wen Zhong's sight.
No matter what the purpose of this person was, after targeting him several times, they were already in a fight to the death.
Once he falls asleep, the attacks of this invading consciousness will probably hit him one after another. If he cannot resist it, the consequences will be disastrous.
It was as if his brain had been cut into several pieces with a machete, and Wen Zhong felt that he couldn't even open and close his mouth freely.
Immediately afterwards, a vague figure appeared in the shadows deep in the old forest, approaching him quickly.
"In other words, everything I experienced just now was a dream, but how is this possible? If the nightmare wants to kill someone, the target must first be asleep, but I have always remained awake."
His body is very weak, but for him now, these are not the priorities to think about and deal with.
"The person in charge of Da'an City, Wen Zhong." The man said slowly: "I didn't expect that we would have a chance to meet again."
Wen Zhong didn't speak, just stared at the man in front of him. He could feel a familiar feeling from the man, but at the same time, he was very sure that he had never seen him before.
After saying that, the man ignored Wen Zhong's somewhat surprised look and turned around and walked towards the depths of the old forest.
"However, you are really good. You can take away my important things several times. When the time comes, I will get back double the number, so be prepared."
"Damn, what happened..."
"Before completing the third stage of the ritual, it seems that I will not be able to sleep peacefully, unless I can find the person in advance and successfully kill him."
"Wait a minute." Wen Zhong stared at the man's back and shouted with difficulty, "Who are you!"
"Is it a dream? I once saw a ranking of ghosts on a special website. I remember that the ghost ranked second was...a nightmare. Could what happened just now have something to do with it?"
He was now in a dark old forest, and there were several clearly visible ruts not far from where he fell, spreading toward the depths of the old forest.
My head hurts and my whole body is very numb.
"Don't be so nervous. I won't do anything today. There are many secrets in you, and I want to dig them out slowly." The man spoke very slowly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
When he thought of this, Wen Zhong's expression couldn't help but become a little solemn.
While thinking, Wen Zhong tried hard to control his body and walked unsteadily to the old tree nearest to him.
"Why did the second uncle appear there? Does the supernatural event that happened in the ruined temple have anything to do with him? Is he also a ghost controller? Wait, something seems wrong..."
Fortunately, the ghost he controlled was dead, and even though his body was as weak as this, there was still no change.
"Name?" The man's voice floated from the depths of the old forest.
Because Wen Zhong clearly remembered that he fell into the darkness and saw his second uncle in the darkness.
moment.
He no longer hesitated, raised his head and took a closer look at the direction in which the ruts were spreading.
Immediately, a deep and dead gray light lit up, and Wen Zhong's figure disappeared from the spot.
This old forest became peaceful again, and the ruts on the muddy road disappeared with Wen Zhong and were gradually washed away by the rain. Only the weeds on the roadside witnessed what had happened here.