Chapter 186: Resurrection in Seven Days
Wang Muyou's painful roar filled every corner. He did not expect the other party to hear his call. After the ghost regained consciousness, Wen Zhong was no longer Wen Zhong. Just a scary ghost.
But nothing is absolute. Maybe his call had an effect, or it could be some other reason.
The movement of this headless ghost corpse stopped at this moment.
"Ugh-" A weird roar sounded, and the headless corpse in front of him slowly lowered its raised arm. After all, it did not swing a second knife.
The roars continued one after another. It was the ghost head on the handle of the knife that was roaring unwillingly. The sound was harsh and weird, and it seemed to evoke fear in people's hearts.
This is already considered an indiscriminate supernatural attack.
If the supernatural protection of the Laughing Ghost were not still in effect, just hearing it would be enough to engulf Wang Muyou, making him absolutely unstoppable.
Then the surrounding gray light gradually shrank, and the next moment the headless corpse turned stiffly and walked step by step towards the secret room deep in the Liangyi Temple.
A terrifying supernatural attack came to an end just like that, and Wang Muyou was able to bear it down.
This time it was really over, but the vomiting and tearing sensation caused by the ghost pupil was still very obvious. It seemed that it would take some time to recover, and he would not be able to use the power of the ghost in a short period of time.
"That headless corpse is indeed Wen Zhong. What happened? And judging from his last actions, it definitely doesn't look like something a ghost could do. Is it possible... is he still alive?"
Wang Muyou sat down against the wall. He was not in a hurry to leave here. The most important thing now was to collect intelligence.
Although Liangyi Temple is empty, there should still be relevant information about this incident. After all, this is also the most powerful ghost control organization in Da'an City.
The most important thing was that he suspected that Wen Zhong was still alive, but had problems controlling the ghost. If he thought about it this way, everything would make sense.
Then he can't leave here anymore.
While thinking about countermeasures, he carefully searched Liangyiguan and finally found the file bag recording this supernatural event. The only drawback was that only part of the information was left.
"Thinking ghost incident, that's it." Wang Muyou frowned and looked at the file, "It feeds on the flesh and blood of living people, and the killing pattern is inferred to be body temperature, huh? Why was a piece of paper torn off? ”
Through the remaining text, it can be seen that this is a record of a conversation between two people.
Only the surname and a few words were left, but he could still recognize that one of the people was Fang Diyuan, and the other person's surname was Luo. This surname was very rare and it was the first time he had seen it.
"So, is it possible that Wen Zhong's current state is caused by the thinking ghost?" Wang Muyou pondered, and he remembered that twisted threads did appear on the other party's body.
Having been invaded by the thinking ghost, you are trying to save yourself in the secret room?
There is a possibility.
This can also explain why there is only Wen Zhong here, in order to prevent the possibility of failure, and so far, it seems that he has indeed failed, and even his head was chopped off.
"No, we can't just conclude that Wen Zhong has failed. He obviously still retains some consciousness. If he really failed, I would be dead by this time."
Thinking like this, Wang Muyou quietly left the Liangyi Temple. After carefully searching the area to make sure there was no danger, he returned to the Liangyi Temple.
Only this time he was holding a dark sleeping bag-like thing in his hand. This was a special gold body bag.
He decided to stay in Liangyi Temple for the time being. If Wen Zhongzhen's evil ghost revived, as a friend, he would have to send him on his last journey.
The day passed like this, nothing happened, but the smell of blood in the air became stronger.
Another day passed. In addition to the smell of blood, there was also a faint rotting smell in the air, just like the smell of a rotting corpse.
Still nothing happened, everything was calm.
On the third day, the rancid smell became stronger and stronger, and it seemed to have covered up the smell of blood. No, it should be said that the smell of blood had also begun to decay.
Time came to the fourth day, and something abnormal finally appeared on this day. Not only the smell, but also spots of mildew appeared again on the surrounding walls, floors, and ceilings, spreading towards the surroundings.
But that was all, there was no further action.
On the fifth day, Liangyi Temple seemed to be soaked in a layer of gray, and a musty smell mixed with the smell of blood and putrid smell filled the Liangyi Temple.
Fortunately, Wang Muyou's supernatural power has almost recovered, so he can barely stay in this Liangyi Temple. He has a hunch that whether he succeeds or fails, the result will come soon.
"There is a folk custom of resurrecting the soul in seven days. If Wen Zhong can really succeed, it should be within these two days."
This is an ancient folk legend. According to legend, people die after death. The soul will return to the soul on the seventh day. This day is called the night of returning to the soul, and it is also called the first seven days.
While he was thinking, the sixth day came.
The movement on this day was louder than the previous days combined, because on this day there was a series of strange banging sounds on the door in the secret room deep in Liangyi Temple, as if there was an extremely terrifying... The evil ghost wants to escape from the trap.
Fortunately, the knocking on the door ended not long after, and at the same time, the ghost bacteria covering the Liangyi Temple disappeared. As the knocking on the door stopped, they all converged into the secret room.
Tomorrow is the seventh day, and a trace of anxiety flashed across Wang Muyou's calm face.
Is what comes out of that secret room a terrifying ghost, or is it... hope that can end all this?
“Beep beep—”
The harsh ringtone of the mobile phone rang. The moment he heard the sound, Wang Muyou opened a pair of slightly tired eyes.
Although he rarely sleeps after becoming a ghost controller, he still feels a little tired after seven days of nervous tension, and hearing this sound means...
The seventh day, that is, The last day has finally arrived.
At this moment, Wang Muyou was highly focused, always prepared for possible horrors. The ghost marks slowly spread on his body, and the body bag was ready. This time, he was fully prepared.
An hour passed without any abnormality.
Two hours passed without any abnormality.
This weird atmosphere lasted until twelve o'clock at noon. If it weren't for the disgusting smell still permeating the air, Wang Muyou would have almost thought that the secret room was empty.
Time passed minute by minute, but there was never any movement in the secret room.
"Did he really fail?" Wang Muyou's face darkened, and his hands clenched tightly unconsciously. It seemed that luck was not on Wen Zhong's side this time.
However, at this moment, the door of the secret room was suddenly opened, and something seemed to be coming out of it. (End of this chapter)