Chapter 16 Pain
Comparing the memory and the floor plan, Wen Zhong quickly arrived at the non-existent door.
"How is this possible?" Wen Zhong was very sure that this was the gate, but now it turned into a wall. He gritted his teeth and thought to himself: It seems that the so-called admission ticket is used for This.
“Damn it, we’re wasting time again.” Seeing this, Wen Zhong had no choice but to go back and get the ticket, but at this moment a smell of blood suddenly came from behind Wen Zhong, and a door opened. Appeared so suddenly.
Looking at the door that suddenly appeared, Wen Zhong frowned, but in the end he stepped in.
.........
Zhang Zhiqing was going crazy. He clearly saw that Li Mu had fallen to death, but the next moment another Li Mu appeared from behind him and greeted him with a smile.
Is this a dream, or is he going crazy and hallucinating? He can only run away desperately.
"Pap...Pap...Pap..." A burst of footsteps came from behind and in front of Zhang Zhiqing. Zhang Zhiqing immediately stopped when he saw this. He glanced at the tombstone next to him, shrunk up and hid in it. later.
In his panic, he accidentally dropped his glasses on the ground, but it was too late to pick them up. He could only curl up as much as possible and pray that no one would notice him.
"Why are there glasses here?" a voice suddenly said.
"It seems to be Zhiqing's." Another voice responded.
"Is he around here?" A third voice also came out.
This voice seems to be that of Fang Dezhao, Gu He and Prince Huang. Could it be that the three of them have joined together?
Zhang Zhiqing was overjoyed and just wanted to go out, but when he thought of the scene he just saw, his fiery heart was instantly extinguished.
What if the three of them are ghosts too?
The sound of footsteps did not disperse, and Zhang Zhiqing’s curled up body began to tremble non-stop. In a daze, he thought of his hometown and his parents. It would have been nice if he had not come here to go to school. , it would be better if I didn't agree to Fang Dezhao's going out.
Suddenly the footsteps disappeared. Zhang Zhiqing raised his head tremblingly and saw three pairs of vicious eyes staring at him...
Are you going to die?
His mind went blank, and his blurred eyes could no longer see clearly what was in front of him, but based on his feeling, he could still find that the person staring at him at the moment was definitely not a living person.
never mind.
Zhang Zhiqing closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come. There was no movement for a long time. He opened one eye and narrowed it to a slit and looked up. Fang Dezhao and the others had disappeared, replaced by another person. A familiar face.
"Wen, Wen Zhong?"
"Why are you sitting here alone?" Wen Zhong held his glasses in one hand and stretched out his other hand towards Zhang Zhiqing.
"You, are you really Wen Zhong?" He did not dare to hold the extended hand, for fear that the person in front of him would also transform into a ghost.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Wen Zhong seemed to have seen through what Zhang Zhiqing was thinking, and comforted him: "I know what happened, come with me."
Zhang Zhiqing's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he recalled Thinking about the past, he couldn't help but lower his head in shame: "Thank you. Thank you, I'm really sorry."
Getting up and taking the glasses, Zhang Zhiqing took a deep breath. The first thing he decided to do when he went out was to buy a train ticket to go back to his hometown. He would never do it again. Now that I'm back in Da'an, let this all become a dream.
But, is Wen Zhong’s hair that long?
Zhang Zhiqing put on his glasses and felt as if he was struck by lightning. The person in front of him was not Wen Zhong. She was clearly a female ghost with blood on her face and disheveled hair. A pair of white eyes were staring at him.
"It's okay, I forgive you." The female ghost in front of her opened her mouth and said, and the voice was clearly Wen Zhong's.
This was the last sentence Zhang Zhiqing heard. After a cry of grief, the surroundings returned to calm.
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“What’s the sound?” Wen Zhong looked towards the front of the corridor, “It seems to be Zhang Zhiqing, is he in front?”
This is An absurdly long corridor, surrounded by identical tombstones since Wen Zhong walked in. If he hadn't occasionally looked back to confirm, he almost thought he was just walking in place.
Wen Zhong ran all the way in the direction of the mournful sound, and suddenly he saw a black figure lying motionless on the ground in front of him.
Looking closer, it was Zhang Zhiqing who had just screamed. At this moment, his mouth was wide open, his eye sockets were cracked, his two eyeballs were slightly protruding, and his face was purple, as if he had seen something terrible before he died. The same thing.
Wen Zhong ignored his emotion and quickly rummaged through his pocket, and sure enough, there was a ticket to the haunted house in it.
"Rest in peace Zhiqing, I will take you out of here." Wen Zhong sighed. Death is like a light going out. Even if the relationship is not good at ordinary times, Wen Zhong doesn't want to say anything more at this moment.
He put the ticket away. If the ghost's killing pattern was really as he guessed, and would kill people who held tickets to the haunted house, then he would also be targeted by the ghost. .
After placing Zhang Zhiqing's body, Wen Zhong continued to walk forward. Li Gui would come to the door at any time, and the other people were still missing. He must hurry up.
Suddenly he felt a chill behind his ears, and a gust of wind blew past him, making him shiver.
Wait a minute, how can there be wind here indoors?
“Something’s wrong!” Wen Zhong turned around suddenly.
Then a scene that surprised him appeared. He saw Zhang Zhiqing standing not far behind him, rushing toward him. His expression was ferocious, and he seemed to be unwilling to die.
"What's going on? Have you become a ghost slave?" Wen Zhong carefully recalled the information on the website.
Ghost slaves are every ghost that can only use the ghost realm. They have one ability, which is to turn the dead into ghost slaves. The ghost slaves are irrational and completely obey the ghost master. They are the same as they were in life except for their appearance. It has absolutely no relationship with anyone else and can be regarded as a different kind of ghost.
The skin on the back of Wen Zhong's hand suddenly burst open, and gray-white mold along with blood covered the entire hand.
Although ghost slaves are not real ghosts, they are also not something ordinary people can deal with, because only ghosts can deal with ghosts.
“Drink!”
Wen Zhong shouted and immediately raised his hand to strangle Zhang Zhiqing's neck.
Immediately, the mold attached to his arm seemed to be alive. It followed Wen Zhong's palm and slowly crawled from Zhang Zhiqing's neck to his face, and his entire face was covered with this movement. It was violently corroded as if it were watered by aqua regia.
Then Zhang Zhiqing was held motionless by Wen Zhong like a puppet with its strings cut off.
“Damn, it hurts so much.”
Wen Zhong’s eyes were a little dim, and the mold covering Zhang Zhiqing’s body slowly squirmed, and bit by bit it penetrated into the flesh of Wen Zhong’s arm. among. (End of chapter)