Wen Zhong ignored Li Zhou. He was more concerned about what would happen after nine o'clock.
"How's it going? Is there anyone coming with me?" Li Zhou shouted to the people around him.
He was dissatisfied with the plan proposed by Wang Quan from the beginning, because he felt that there must be some big secret hidden in this mental care center.
He was not far away from the ghost's resurrection, so he got on the supernatural bus and struggled to survive. However, he didn't expect that his luck would be so bad. He even encountered the bus stalling.
If he continues to delay like this, the only thing waiting for him is to be completely corroded by the evil ghost he controls.
And this mental care center, which was shunned by others, was naturally regarded by Li Zhou as the last life-saving straw. Of course, the prerequisite was that there was really something he could use.
"This idiot." Seeing that Li Zhou was still yelling, Wang Quan's face became extremely gloomy. If he hadn't taken Wen Zhong into consideration, he would have even wanted to kill this troublemaker first.
Just when Li Zhou saw no one responding around him, he was about to bite the bullet and enter the strange room alone.
The green light flashing around him suddenly went out.
The entire hall returned to darkness.
Everyone's sight was obstructed and obscured by a thin layer of black mist.
"It's almost nine o'clock."
In the darkness, a ghost master shouted softly.
The surroundings became extremely quiet. Even Li Zhou closed his mouth and looked around carefully, fearing that a hand or a head would suddenly appear on his shoulder.
"Wen Zhong, what should we do now?" Yuan Yingfei relied on his memory to approach Wen Zhong in the dark and asked in a low voice.
"What should I do?" Wen Zhong said: "Didn't the person just want to go to that room to look for the registration book? Then let him go in and look for it first. Anyway, there is still time."
Wen Zhong did not lower his voice deliberately, everyone heard what he said.
Immediately, Li Zhou's expression changed.
"Hurry up, if a ghost comes out soon, it will be too late." Wen Zhong said.
While speaking, he kept his eyes fixed on Li Zhou, seemingly unaffected by the invasion of darkness.
"I, I, you..." Li Zhou's face turned pale, his teeth gritted and he froze in place without any movement.
Wen Zhongze looked at the other party coldly,
"What's wrong with Li Zhou? His condition is not right."
The adaptable Ghost Controller had regained his vision again. Looking at Li Zhou who was frozen in place, he felt that something was not right.
Because Li Zhou's reaction was too strange, even if Wen Zhong was mocking him in person, he wouldn't behave like this.
But soon, he discovered the reason.
It was a pale and stiff hand that stretched out from Li Zhou's collar and strangled his neck.
The evil spirit has come out.
This is the first thought of King Quan.
But when he looked carefully, he found that the palm was exactly the same as the one that killed Wang Nan before.
In other words, this is not the ghost in this mental care center, but the ghost hand controlled by Wen Zhong.
"Why aren't you talking?" Wen Zhong said coldly: "My mouth was stuck with glue, or I choked on something dirty. You're welcome. Let me help you."
The words just fell.
I saw Li Zhou's mouth making a "click, click, click" collision sound, as if something was playing with his teeth in his mouth.
At the same time, Li Zhou's cheeks on both sides began to bulge slightly outwards, and the bumps were as jagged as fingers.
Li Zhou felt the abnormality happening in his mouth, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he had no way to resist or even make a sound. He could only silently endure the pain that was driving him crazy.
Suddenly, he felt his whole body go limp. His neck, which was about to be broken, and his mouth, which was about to be exploded, relaxed at the same time, and the painful feeling disappeared.
Wen Zhong was still leaning against the wall, but his eyes had moved away from Li Zhou and turned to the registration desk aside.
The iron door was pushed open at some point, and it was also dark inside. The only difference was that the pungent smell of corpses also disappeared with the opening of the iron door.
"It seems that the change is about to begin." Xu Chen lowered his voice and said.
As if in response to Xu Chen's words, there was the sound of palms slapping the ground and the sound of marbles rolling around.
When Wen Zhong saw this, he said with a solemn expression: "I'll just ask again, who has a blank sheet of paper? If you don't want to die, you can only make a registration book yourself first."
This time Li Zhou didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to say anything again. He was very sure that the person who attacked him just now was Wen Zhong, because if it was a ghost attacking him, he would be dead by now, and there would definitely be no interruption in the attack.
The phenomenon.
"I have it here."
Suddenly, Wang Quan said: "Don't get me wrong, the reason why I didn't take it out just now is because I don't know whether this thing is a piece of paper or not."
As he spoke, he pulled out a nearly transparent sheet from his arms. The surface looked very rough, and there were even fine blood streaks on the edges. No matter how you looked at it, it couldn't touch the paper.
"The person who gave me this thing said it was paper, but as you can see, this thing doesn't look like paper at all. It looks more like a piece of human skin."
Wang Quan said as he handed the piece of human skin paper to Wen Zhong.
"As long as you can write." Wen Zhong shrugged indifferently, having no choice at this time.
But the moment he took the human skin paper, a palm print made of dust suddenly appeared on the surface of the paper.
Immediately afterwards, a biting wind blew up, as if it was going to blow away the human skin paper in Wen Zhong's hand.
This is not over yet.
The vicious gaze that Wen Zhong felt before appeared again at this moment, and rushed towards him very quickly, and the target was also the human skin paper he was holding in his hand.
"not good."
Yuan Yingfei also noticed something unusual, and he quickly stepped in front of Wen Zhong, trying to stop the ghost from attacking Wen Zhong.
"Did my actions trigger Li Gui's killing pattern?"
Wen Zhong looked at the human skin paper in his hand. It was clear that nothing happened when Wang Quan was holding it just now. It seemed that the problem was with another thing he was holding.
It was an old, half-filled bottle of ink.
"I used to exchange ghost candles for ink in Baiyang Village, but I didn't expect to use it here."
Half a bottle of ink and human skin paper. With these two things, he can naturally make a new registration book. It seems that it is because of this that he triggered the evil ghost's killing pattern.
Yuan Yingfei, who was standing in front of Wen Zhong, took a step back.
There was a palm-shaped gap on his thigh, but the strange thing was that there was no blood flowing out of the gap, and it was replaced by something like dust.