Wen Zhong kept moving forward in the direction where the ruts disappeared. Although the surrounding environment was gloomy and strange, he finally arrived at the destination he should have reached long ago without any danger.
The last place where the rut marks appeared was in a mass grave, and in the center of this mass grave, there was a strange building that made people feel inexplicably scared.
This building is completely dark, almost blending in with the night, but there is a huge bloody cross on the top of it, emitting a coquettish light.
This mass grave was very peaceful, surrounded by a dark old forest, somewhat like the ghost forest he once fell into. There was a thick layer of shadow on the bark of the old trees, which seemed to be covering up something.
There were some withered vines climbing on the tombstones in the mass graves. Standing among them, Wen Zhong felt as if he had entered another world, which made him feel very unreal.
"What kind of building is this? It seems that this is the real location of the third test. It is much weirder than the ruined temple on Qingchen Mountain in the dream."
really.
Just staring at this strange building with his ghost eyes, he felt an inexplicable feeling of exhaustion, and his torn skin couldn't help but want to close.
And the ghost hand actually felt a little weak, as if it was about to be peeled off from his shoulder, and there was a faint stinging pain.
The various abnormal phenomena that appeared caused Wen Zhong to make some judgments in his mind.
Just when Wen Zhong was thinking.
Although most of the ghost masters were madmen, Wen Zhong still felt a little conflicted when he was asked to deal with real madmen.
Wen Zhong glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed a bright red color appearing on the fracture of a broken tombstone that looked like it had been pried into two pieces with a shovel.
"You asked me to take away a patient here, what a joke." Wen Zhong slowly frowned and looked up at the mental care center: "Are there any living patients here?"
at this time.
At this moment, people were coming from behind him, but they all stood behind the man and did not approach Wen Zhong past him.
Like the man who asked the question before, these people's faces were full of astonishment and even a little frightened. They heard what the man said, but when they saw that Wenzhong didn't make any move, they gradually felt relieved.
Even if we take a step back and say that there are still living patients here, they are probably no different from ghosts, and to some extent even more terrifying than ghosts.
Almost instantly, he turned his head and looked behind him.
"Forget it, we didn't say we wanted to keep the patients alive. If things go out of control, we might as well bring out a corpse. That would be more convenient."
A man with a slicked back hair and a dirty old suit was looking at him in astonishment. The man's face was a little pale, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he was being chased by something terrifying.
"What the hell is this place? We weren't in the rice fields next to the road just now. How did we get here in the blink of an eye?"
Wen Zhong looked at the content of the words in blood carefully, and his face became a little gloomy.
Moreover, this place is called a mental care center to put it nicely, but in layman terms, it is an abandoned mental hospital.
"You should leave quickly. There is nothing here. If you stay here any longer, I'm afraid none of you will be able to leave."
"However, the feeling here is not very similar to the previous tests. I'm afraid there must be some kind of secret connection between these three tests, and this secret connection should be the real purpose of their strange ritual."
"What kind of building would be built in a mass grave? And the most important thing is that this building can only be observed from a specific angle. It seems that the two spaces overlap, and it looks a bit like a ghost land.
"
During the observation, he was never able to walk to the other side of the building. At the same time, once he deviated from the correct perspective, the entire building was like water dripping with ink, completely hidden in the shadows.
For a time, the originally eerie mass grave turned a little lively, but the only thing that remained unchanged was that this mental care center was still like a dark cloud, weighing on everyone's hearts.
"Are you... a human or a ghost?" The man's voice trembled: "W-what is this place?"
"Wait a minute, Captain Wen."
"Psychiatric care center? Is this it?"
Suddenly, he felt a line of sight coming from behind him, and someone was peeping at him not far behind him.
There are no traces of any living person having ever set foot here, which means that he is the first living person to arrive here, which means that the mysterious person who attacked him and Dai Zhibin are not here.
Wen Zhong looked at these uninvited guests and frowned inadvertently. After listening to what they said, Wen Zhong also roughly understood the purpose of these people coming here.
The drops fell on the ground covered with gravel and sand, forming lines of strange blood characters, which were exactly the same as the blood characters Wen Zhong had seen before, but the only difference was the content of the blood characters.
The two looked at each other, and the silence was broken whether the other spoke first.
Wen Zhong did not rush into the building. Instead, he tried to walk around the building to observe first. Although this mass grave was very strange, there was no obvious danger.
Someone looked at Wen Zhong and whispered: "Isn't this a supernatural place? I guess this guy is an NPC in the game. If you get rid of him, you may get a lot of gold coins."
I'm afraid there is no more.
Wen Zhong didn't bother to say anything else to them, so he turned around and prepared to enter this weird mental care center. In any case, only by entering here could he complete the Scarlet Letter mission.
A low, hoarse and decadent voice sounded from the crowd, and then, a man wearing a dirty old black sweater with disheveled hair like a homeless man squeezed out of the crowd.
The exposed tombstone looked like a living person whose head had been chopped off, with thick and bright red blood constantly oozing out.
The man held a yellowed toothpick in his mouth, and a smile that he thought was friendly appeared on his stiff face.
"Captain Wen, let me introduce you first. I am the ghost controller at the headquarters. My name is Yuan Yingfei. I don't know what you are going to do here. Maybe I can help."
As Yuan Yingfei spoke, he lifted up a corner of his black sweater, revealing a dirty old headquarters uniform and a satellite phone hanging on his waist.
"Captain?" Wen Zhong showed a strange smile: "You know a lot, but unfortunately I am not the captain. All you can do is take them out of here as soon as possible and don't disturb me."
Wen Zhong had no interest in these people at all. Even if they said they were coming to help him, he would not believe them. After all, this is how the so-called disaster came.