Chen Zhifu was in shock at this moment. Now he was the only one standing here. Wen Zhong, who had placed all his hopes on him, had fallen to the ground. The haze around him was getting thicker. He could hardly see clearly what was standing in the distance. Two fierce ghosts.
"Wen, Mr. Wen, are you still alive?" Chen Zhifu couldn't care less about the many loud shouts at this time. He really hoped that Wen Zhong would give him a response.
Suddenly a faint white light lit up. Although it was separated by thick fog, this strange light still illuminated the entire area. Different from the cold white light of the mourning ghost, this light seemed to contain something even more strange. strength.
Chen Zhifu only felt that his whole body was seen through from top to bottom, inside and out.
"This is..." Upon seeing this, Chen Zhifu shed a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.
At this time, something even weirder happened. A stream of gray-white mold tore the skin and covered Wen Zhong's body, like a cocoon or a coffin wrapping his body.
Then the moldy cocoon began to tremble, and suddenly a pale arm stretched out, tightly grasping the cocoon layer, and the nails kept tearing at the moldy cocoon, as if the person in the cocoon was trying to struggle out of the cocoon with great strength.
The strength of one hand seemed to be a little insufficient. Soon, the other arm stretched out from the mold cocoon, and it also tightly grasped the cocoon layer. The two hands seemed to have exerted too much force and looked very stiff.
"Mr. Wen, is he still alive?" Chen Zhifu was a little surprised, but it soon turned into panic because he found that what was sticking out of the moldy cocoon were actually two right hands.
Because the surrounding haze had lightened a lot, he recognized at a glance that the two pale palms stretched out belonged to his right hand, and a living person only had one right hand.
What is inside that moldy cocoon?
As his two arms stretched out, Chen Zhifu gradually saw clearly that the white light was emitted from the palm of one of his right hands. The white light gradually began to squirm in the ghost haze, trying to spread out in all directions.
I don't know if it was his illusion, but Chen Zhifu always felt that this white light looked like the outline of a person, like Wen Zhong's, or another stranger's.
The cold white light continued to spread towards the surroundings, and he felt a sense of suffocation, as if the air around him had been sucked away by the moldy cocoon.
As time goes by, this feeling becomes more severe.
The spread of white light seemed to carry incomprehensible supernatural power, and the surroundings of the mourning ghosts and mourning ghosts were also illuminated, while the changes in the moldy cocoon continued.
There was another sound of skin and flesh tearing, and then a sound of bones being crushed came from the moldy cocoon. Then, blood began to seep out from the walls of the cocoon. The blood was scarlet and sticky, mixed with... The musty smell soon covered the entire cocoon.
The entire mold cocoon seemed to have been soaked in blood. The thick blood remained on it, like a layer of red paint, and the color was abnormally bright.
The blood was still seeping out, and the fallen leaves all around were stained red with blood, dripping onto the ground to form a strange pool of blood.
The amount of bleeding has exceeded the fatal amount for a normal person, and it seems to have no intention of stopping. The blood has even begun to spread, and the color is gradually deepening.
Seeing this horrifying scene, Chen Zhifu felt his stomach churn. He had no choice but to cover his mouth. The two ghosts of Xun Sang and Mang Sang were still standing not far away. He could only try to restrain his behavior. .
At this moment, with a tearing sound, two more arms stretched out from the mold cocoon.
One of the arms seemed to have been stirred by a blender, showing weird distortions, while the other arm was bloody and bloody. The entire arm's flesh had been torn apart by something unknown, revealing the white bones.
Chen Zhifu discovered that the two arms stretched out this time corresponded to the two right hands before, and were two left hands.
Could there be two people, no, two evil ghosts in this moldy cocoon?
Chen Zhifu shuddered. Once the two evil ghosts in this moldy cocoon escaped, there would be four evil ghosts here in an instant. When he thought of this, his legs couldn't help but weaken, and he fell to the ground, his eyes ashen.
No brilliance to be seen.
At this moment, he wished he had not come to the western suburbs. Even if he came, he should not have brought his grandson with him. Regret, regret, but there is no regret medicine in this world.
At this time, the four arms were firmly held together, as if two ghosts in the cocoon were in conflict. The sounds of tearing skin and bones and breaking bones continued to rise and fall.
Under the white light and the blood, this scene looked particularly strange.
Chen Zhifu finally vomited after seeing this scene. His four arms were now covered in blood and bones, and the blood was scattered along with the mold. The smell of blood and musty smell constantly impacted Chen Zhifu's brain.
“Zizzizi…zizizi…zizizi…”!
"Why, how come there are still..." Chen Zhifu looked at the cocoon with blank eyes. A strange sound of electricity from the old-fashioned radio came from there, "How many ghosts are there...haha..."
From the ghost forest and strange haze at the beginning, to the red and white mourning ghosts and mourning ghosts, to the various supernatural phenomena now, Chen Zhifu's nerves have been stretched to the limit, and he closed his eyes
Eyes, in this hellish place, is death a kind of relief?
But when he thought of Chen Yanyun, his desperate heart began to have a hint of color again. Yes, he was relieved when he died, but what should his grandson do?
The supernatural phenomenon continued, and the sound of the radio's current gradually began to lengthen and change its tone. It changed from the initial hissing sound to a scream, a shrill howl. This sound was somewhat like Wen Zhong, but it also sounded like a scream.
It sounds a bit strange and makes people feel horrified.
Finally, after a rapid roar, everything calmed down. Chen Zhifu opened his eyes cautiously. He was afraid that he would see something strange when he opened his eyes.
Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing in front of him. It was quiet all around. Even the haze in the ghost forest had lightened a lot, and even the suffocating feeling had disappeared.
Not far away, the two fierce ghosts Xun Sang and Ming Sang were still standing in the same place. Everything that happened just now could not affect these two ghosts even in the slightest.
After confirming that the two ghosts were motionless, Chen Zhifu carefully looked at the mold cocoon. After just one glance, his heart tightened unconsciously, and he saw that the blood-red mold cocoon had been torn in half.
But the people inside were missing.
"Wen, Mr. Wen..." Chen Zhifu's voice trembled. He didn't know whether the thing inside was a human being or... a ghost?