"Crack, click" came the sound of broken neck bones, and the ghost hands twisted Wen Zhong's neck with increasing force.
But what's surprising is that no matter how hard the ghost hands try, Wen Zhong's neck remains motionless, like a stone pier made of cement, firmly fixed in place.
Suddenly Wen Zhong opened his eyes. His eyes were full of coldness and strangeness, without any color of living people. An indescribable supernatural power burst out at this moment. The eyes of the ghost corpse were staring at him and strangling him.
The ghost hand on the neck.
The ghost corpse begins to revive.
At this moment, Wen Zhong's identity changed and he was now a fierce ghost.
If a ghost wants to kill Wen Zhong, he must first pass the ghost corpse level.
But ghosts cannot be killed.
The body of the ghost corpse withstood the twisting of the ghost hand on behalf of Wen Zhong. The ghost hand could not kill the ghost corpse at all, and a potential contest began.
The ghost hand seemed to have lost its power and was tightly clamped on his neck by the ghost corpse. If it were normal, this ghost hand would twist the surrounding space together.
But now, the originally distorted scenery around him has gradually returned to normal, and the "hemp rope" wrapped around Wen Zhong and the Taoist has also been slightly loosened.
The ghost hand was suppressed.
At the same time, Wen Zhong felt as if there was an extra person in his head, constantly fighting for the ownership of his body, and also seemed to be merging with his own consciousness.
This is the evil instinct of ghost corpses.
At this time, Wen Zhong's clenched right hand opened slightly, and suddenly a faint white light shone from it. This was the white bead that Taoists called the "ghost-suppressing bead."
"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."
Blood dripped down the wound on Wen Zhong's right hand, and soon the white light emitted by the beads was dyed with a layer of blood.
The white beads merged with the blood, gradually sticking to Wen Zhong's right hand, and began to crazily devour the blood in his body, which made his already difficult situation even worse.
But as the blood in his body was swallowed up by the white beads, Wen Zhong felt that the consciousness of the ghost corpse was slowly and slowly eroded. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another consciousness came into his mind.
This is the consciousness that belongs to that bead, or it can be said to be a different kind of obliteration curse.
The ghost corpse, which had a lot of power dispersed by the ghost, could only block the curse of Bai Zhu at this moment.
The ghost corpse was suppressed.
At this time, Wen Zhong was torn apart by several supernatural forces, and according to common sense, he should have died.
But his blood is still flowing, and the smell of blood almost fills the entire villa. The ghost bacteria that have lost the grip of the ghost corpses are becoming more and more restless under the pull of the white beads, and are constantly squirming in the flesh.
"Hiss..." There was a sound, and the ghost bacteria finally tore the skin and continued to spread around. Soon the ghost hands, white beads, and the ghost corpse were covered with a layer of gray-white velvet, invisibly replacing the smell.
Zhong suffered part of the supernatural damage.
Ghosts twist people, ghost corpses, white beads, ghost fungi.
The ghost hand and the ghost zombie are in a stalemate. The ghost instinct of the ghost zombie replaces Wen Zhong's own consciousness and resists Bai Zhu's conscious obliteration curse. The stalemate between the above three triggers the ghost bacteria's rampage.
The four reached a strange and fragile balance. Although this balance was exactly what Wen Zhong needed and hung on his life, it could not get him out of trouble.
Not surprisingly, Wen Zhong will eventually be trapped and die here, and this balance will be broken with his death. In the end, this villa will become a veritable haunted house.
However, the "hemp rope" twisted from the corpse is still wrapped around his body at this moment. This supernatural power, which is usually insignificant, is enough to affect and break this fragile balance at this time.
Although it is very slight, it can be found that the neck of the ghost corpse has begun to be twisted by ghost hands.
The balance is already falling apart.
"One-eight...twenty-nine..." At this moment, the Taoist who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke. Because the ghost hand and the ghost corpse were in a stalemate, the Taoist was lucky to save a small life.
But in order to break free from the shackles of the "hemp rope", he has used too much ghost power.
The feeling of weakness caused by excessive blood loss, the despair of the ghost's recovery, and the pain of broken bones made the Taoist no longer conscious.
In a daze, he regarded Wen Zhong, who was being strangled by ghost hands, as his own child. Yes, they were about the same age.
"Don't be afraid...the master is here..."
At the last moment of his life, he seemed to get rid of the influence of the evil ghost and regained a trace of his lost humanity, or the humanity that had been suppressed in his heart.
The left hand holding the ghost-drawing talisman was raised with difficulty and grasped the "hemp rope" that bound Wen Zhong.
In an instant, symbols composed of blood were carved on the "hemp rope". Although there were only a few strokes, it was enough to get Wen Zhong out of trouble.
The "hemp rope" was quickly scattered on the ground under the supernatural suppression of the ghost-painted talisman.
With a "bang" sound, "Wen Zhong" lost his support and fell on his back. He "looked" at the Taoist who had closed his eyes, with a complex look in his eyes.
Although the "hemp rope" has been broken, Wen Zhong's situation is not half better. He is still as unable to move as before.
However, where he fell, there were runes drawn with blood by the Taoist before.
The blood happened to be the blood food of that bead. The supernatural blood was constantly being swallowed by the white bead. The blood light became richer and denser, and at the same time, dense symbols appeared on the white bead.
The curse in Wen Zhong's consciousness began to strengthen, and the ghost instinct of the ghost corpse was suppressed at this moment. After doing all this, the white pearl seemed to be suppressed by the symbol and became dim.
At the moment when the ghost corpse fell silent, the ghost hand suddenly stood up.
However, the ghost hand was still unable to twist the neck of the ghost corpse. The reason was because at the same moment, the ghost bacteria had covered the ghost hand and began to slowly erode the ghost hand.
The ghost corpse was suppressed by the amplified white bead, and the white bead was sealed because it swallowed the blood of the ghost painting talisman. Therefore, the ghost corpse was able to breathe and suppress the ghost hand.
Just when a new supernatural balance is about to be born.
As if in a dying struggle, all the "hemp ropes" scattered on the ground began to twist restlessly, wrapping around Wen Zhong's body again.
With the help of this force, the ghost hand's twisting force increased again, as if Wen Zhong's body was going to be crushed together with the entire space, and the surrounding scenery was also distorted along with it.
One second...two seconds...ten seconds passed...
The ghost hand is still twisting hard.
Ten minutes have passed...
The stalemate continues.
An hour has passed...
The silent ghost corpse was finally twisted by ghost hands. The entire upper body and both arms were twisted together, showing a strange twist, more like a human stick.
In the end, the ghost hand seemed to have died, and was completely stopped by the ghost bacteria.