The palm prints made of dust were not only on the ground, but also on the walls. They even floated in the air with the biting wind and quickly spread throughout the entire hall.
The previous attack caused supernatural suppression, and Yuan Yingfei's right leg was almost removed by the strange palm print.
Fortunately, at the last moment, he used the power of the ghost in his body and was able to save his right leg, but the price was that dust kept flowing out of the wound, as if the flesh and blood in his body had been eroded by the supernatural.
Yuan Yingfei can still protect himself, but other weaker ghost masters are not so lucky.
A palm print appeared on the face of a ghost controller, smoothing his face bit by bit, and still pressing down.
He wanted to struggle, but found that his body could not move at all, and his limbs began to appear chapped by frostbite.
However, these are not the most deadly.
Behind him, a vague humanoid outline appeared at some point, staring at him with a pair of malicious eyes...
These palm prints were scattered in the hall, but when they were about to approach Wen Zhong, they strangely bypassed his body.
A closer look revealed that there was a layer of irregular and twisted air waves around Wen Zhong, isolating these palm prints from himself.
"That's it? If there was only this level of attack, it wouldn't be enough to kill everyone."
Thinking of this, Wen Zhong frowned slightly.
He looked around.
It was discovered that Wang Quan was wielding an old and rusty carpentry saw, and any palm prints that came close to him were slapped aside by him.
Xu Chen was even more weird. It was as if these palm prints had not seen him, and none of them floated to his side.
As for Yuan Yingfei and others, although they were a little embarrassed, they still resisted the attack of these palms.
"We need to speed up, I'm afraid the real danger is yet to come."
Wen Zhong withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and relying on his memory, he began to use his hand as a pen to draw the general contents of the register on the human skin paper.
Of course, he had never seen what the register of this mental care center looked like, so Wen Zhong could only draw it based on the registers of hospitals and similar places he had visited before.
While he was carefully drawing the register.
An inexplicable coldness eroded towards Wen Zhong.
A moment.
Wen Zhong felt as if he was in an ice cellar.
This coldness almost froze the distorted air around him.
"Dare to be cruel."
Wen Zhong raised his head suddenly, and the flesh between his eyebrows suddenly cracked. His bloodshot gray eyes bulged from the wound, and then a gloomy, dead gray light lit up from the eyes.
Light comes out.
There was a crisp sound in the coldness that filled the surroundings, like the sound of a frozen human body being smashed by a hammer. It was horrifying to hear.
The next moment, a man with only half his body left fell from the air and was smashed to the ground.
"Is it Li Tianjie's body? The resurrected evil ghost uses his body as a medium to attack living people."
Judging from the details, this corpse should be Li Tianjie.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong decisively swept aside the fragments of the body that had been torn into pieces.
However, this coldness did not disappear when Li Tianjie's body was smashed, but after losing the medium, it could no longer attack other people in a short period of time.
"What's going on? It feels like the temperature has warmed up a little, and that dark wind seems to have disappeared." A ghost controller felt that the pressure around him suddenly relaxed a little, and he immediately shouted.
"It's that Wen Zhong. He was the one who restrained that fierce ghost just now. He's so damn powerful."
"Awesome? Damn, he's so awesome." Li Zhou looked a little ugly when he heard the surrounding ghost masters admiring Wen Zhong: "If he had listened to me earlier and disposed of the body, there would be no need to waste time now.
Go and face this evil spirit."
Although Li Zhou was complaining, his voice was very low for fear of being heard by Wen Zhong again.
Yuan Yingfei on the side looked at Wen Zhong in surprise.
The other party's attack this time reduced his pressure a lot. It seemed that the danger revealed here was not enough to pose a threat to Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong naturally doesn't care what other people think.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he speeded up his hand again, trying to complete the register before the real danger appeared.
finally.
Wen Zhong reproduced the registration book on human skin paper. Although the form and characters were crooked, there was no need to worry about these useless details at this time.
"It's done, but if you want to verify whether this thing is useful, just writing my own name may not be enough."
Wen Zhong took the completed registration book and looked around. After he defeated the cold ghost, basically everyone else was still alive.
next moment.
A thin layer of dark gray velvet suddenly appeared at his feet and spread forward following his gaze.
The destination is beside Wang Quan.
At this moment, Wang Quan is still wielding the old woodworking saw with a missing blade, but the dust constantly flowing from his body is also telling of his embarrassment.
Those palm prints made of dust actually became more and more numerous after being freed from the cold.
Suddenly, he felt cold under his feet.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Quan discovered that the wound that was still leaking dust was actually wrapped by a cluster of gray velvet, and the palm print that attacked him was also blocked by the floating mold.
"This is."
Wang Quan was still confused, but Wen Zhong had already walked behind him and handed him the completed register and ink.
"Hurry up and write your name. We can't stay here any longer. I have a bad feeling."
Wang Quan was stunned when he heard this, then nodded, threw the carpenter's saw on the ground, and without hesitation wrote his name on the register with the ink given to him by Wen Zhong.
After writing his name, Wang Quan felt a chill in his heart for no apparent reason. It was different from the chill just now. This was a human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, frantically urging him to leave the hall immediately.
"Hey, it seems to be really useful. I feel the same way, huh? Where's the man?" Wang Quan took a breath and was about to tell Wen Zhong about his discovery, but found that the other party had already left.
In a short time, Wen Zhong had asked everyone who was still alive to write their names in the register, even Li Zhou - he was very generous when he saw everyone writing their names.
He leaned forward shamelessly.
"Captain Wen, from now on I will never go west if you ask me to go east, and I will never go north if you ask me to go south."
If there are different levels of face, Li Zhou is definitely the highest one. When Wang Quan saw him, he thought that he had mastered the ghost related to face. He was clearly whispering about loyalty a second ago, but now he is showing off.
What a dog-legged look.
"Shut up." Wen Zhong gave him a cold look, and then he placed the registration book on the guidance desk.
Although he had thought about taking the register away, after thinking about the information on the wall, Wen Zhong decided to leave the register here.
"For now, let's not worry about what we have to do to sign in tomorrow. It's better to go over there to the second floor now."
Wen Zhong kept scanning the equally dark and oppressive passageways on both sides, and the bad premonition in his heart became more and more intense.
It seems that the next moment, it will be fulfilled directly.