"I also paid a heavy price for this...but I knew part of the secret of the radio...and gained new power...that was enough power to avenge Chen Zhanluo..."
"Zizi... it is enough power to make me the number one person in the supernatural circle... Only then did I understand... why Chen Zhanluo would do everything possible to get this radio..."
Wen Zhong was startled, and then sneered in his heart. The radio finally showed its fangs and began to use power as bait to catch him. To be honest, it was quite old-fashioned.
"Zizi... I discovered before... Only by using ghosts to control ghosts can the power of ghosts be maximized... By chance, I have controlled two ghosts... I can use ghosts to control ghosts..."
"But I am still human after all... If I use the power of ghosts excessively... even if I control two ghosts, I will still die... zizi..."
"Zizi... I decided to use this radio as a medium to control the ghost corpse in my body... No... Originally this ghost corpse was controlled by that radio... All I have to do is use the ghost corpse
The power of… As for the risk of the ghost’s resurrection… it will be borne by this radio…”
"Next... I'm going to use the other two ghosts in my body as puzzle pieces to join the ghost corpse... The ghost ghost has been fused with the ghost corpse... Then there's the ghost fungus... the ghost pupil..."
Even if he knew that the radio had another conspiracy, Wen Zhong couldn't help but listen attentively at this moment. The information revealed by the radio undoubtedly opened a new door for Wen Zhong.
"If I can make good use of this radio... then it will be easy to enter the strange state that restricts the mourning ghosts... But I still have to pay attention... According to my current ability... I can enter this state for up to ten seconds a day...
Zi..."
This time, the radio went silent and there was no more movement, leaving Wen Zhong alone to think and digest the information revealed by the radio.
"Use ghosts to control ghosts. I will control this radio, and then the radio will control other ghosts in my body. This way, the power of the evil ghosts can be maximized."
"Can you do this? No, even if you can do it, will I still be me at that time?" Wen Zhong's eyes flashed. The method mentioned on the radio can indeed be used as a reference. He really needs strength at the moment.
Not only to deal with the immediate crisis, but also to deal with Liang Yiguan, Chen Zhanluo, the curse of the mental hospital and even getting rid of this strange radio, it requires sufficient strength to deal with it.
The funeral procession was still walking in the ghost forest, and no one noticed that Wen Zhong had unknowingly completed the "communication" with the radio...
"Zizzi..."
"rustle……"
At this moment, the old trees around seemed to be gradually swaying.
The rustling of leaves brought Wen Zhong back to reality. There was a cold, groggy aura surrounding him at some point, revealing an unspeakable evil nature under the haze.
There was obviously no wind, but there was a rustling sound in the woods. The sound sounded like someone was deliberately shaking the tree trunks, and the shaking was very regular, one after another.
"Something's wrong." Wen Zhong looked back subconsciously, and there was still a black mist behind him.
Upon seeing this, Wen Zhong opened his right hand and closed his eyes. This time he wanted to see what was happening behind him through the deep haze, but he saw nothing.
The field of vision is blocked, and the white light blooming from the ghost pupils cannot penetrate this dark fog.
"This radio did not mention the dangers that may be encountered on this trail at all..." Wen Zhong frowned. He only felt that there was an aura of danger about to move around him.
Soon, the surrounding old trees began to become sparse, and the cold haze gradually invaded the dirt road from the woods on both sides, and the surrounding light became increasingly dim due to the obstruction of the haze.
Wen Zhong continued to move along the dirt road.
Just then the exception finally occurred.
I saw that the dirt road ahead turned into a muddy red dirt road, which exuded a bloody smell. It seemed that a large amount of blood had been spilled on the dirt road, forcibly turning the dirt road into a bloody road.
Wen Zhong frowned because he discovered that there was a line of eye-catching footprints on the red mud road, extending straight ahead, like those left by old-fashioned canvas shoes.
"The spans between each footprint are all equal. No living person can walk this way. It seems that a evil ghost has set foot on this road." Wen Zhong leaned down, picked up a small handful of red mud and rubbed it, "
It looks very similar to the soil in that blood grave. Could it be that the evil ghost from that grave came out?"
"It's impossible. If that's the case, how could it possibly walk in front of me? There are no forks along the way."
Wen Zhong suddenly realized that he had forgotten that this ghost forest was originally a giant ghost domain.
"If the one in front is really the ghost in the old grave..."
Thinking of this, Wen Zhong couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart. Could it be that not even the crooked-necked old tree and the group of funeral ghosts could restrain that terrifying ghost?
Wen Zhong continued to move forward. He deliberately avoided the footprints left by the ghosts. The surrounding environment became more and more groggy. Only the red mud road under his feet still emitted a little red light. The other places became pitch black, even the nearby areas.
The sparse old trees now only have a vague outline left.
However, for Wen Zhong, darkness is not an obstacle. He can still see everything around him clearly with the ghost pupil in his right hand.
Suddenly, Wen Zhong found that the footprints on the roadside became clearer and clearer, which showed that he was not far away from the evil ghost.
He looked at the road ahead, as if it had no end. This red dirt road would always be there, like an endless corridor, and he could not see the end of this road.
No matter which way he walked, there was always a winding red dirt road ahead.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Wen Zhong's feet stopped, and he subconsciously raised his right hand and looked forward.
Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
A pair of legs wearing old-fashioned cloth shoes appeared in front of Wen Zhong's sight. He raised his right hand slightly and looked up. A bloody old coat from the Republic of China came into view. Then a creepy scene appeared. This figure was not there.
The wounds on the head and neck were still oozing with blood.
A decapitated corpse stood in the middle of the red mud road, blocking Wen Zhong's path motionlessly.
The footprints on the red mud road only reached the feet of the decapitated corpse. It seemed that the previous footprints were left by the decapitated corpse.
Wen Zhong's expression was solemn, and the palm of his right hand was facing the ghost, but the ghost's eyes seemed to feel a terrifying supernatural suppression. When he looked at the decapitated corpse, his vision became blurred, and a tear of blood even flowed from his palm.