Chapter 209 Back to the Past
Returning to Baiyang Village, the surroundings were dark, with only the searchlight held by Zhao Jian's hand emitting a faint light.
“That ghost thing didn’t catch up. It looks like it may have collided with those figures. We have to find a way back now, otherwise we will lose more than we gain if we are caught up by that ghost thing soon.”
His first choice was naturally the residential house he came out of just now. With a clear goal in mind, Zhao Jian quickly arrived in front of the residential house.
Looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, Zhao Jian forced down his uneasiness, took a deep breath and quickly stepped in.
The interior of the residence was exactly the same as when he had stayed there before, with almost no difference. The kicked-in door and broken glass all remained the same.
But something slightly different is that the evil ghost who was chasing him before disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood stains in the room and spreading outside.
“I remember that something unusual happened after I read those books in the study. Is it related to those books that I traveled here? If so, should I go back to the study? Let’s see if there are any clues.”
Thinking like this, Zhao Jian followed his memory and came outside the study, but under the dim light, a strange scene appeared. There was a man standing with his back turned in the study. door man.
The man was wearing an Interpol uniform. He had a well-proportioned figure and a pair of extremely pale arms. He was extremely eye-catching. Then the man seemed to notice that someone was peeping at him, and then suddenly turned his head towards Zhao Jian. He looked in the direction where he was.
What kind of face is that? A ferocious and crazy smiling face appeared in Zhao Jian's sight.
The corners of the mouth were cracked to the base of the ears, the two eyeballs were turbid, shriveled and cracked, the nose was completely twisted, and even the skin on the face was wrinkled, like a piece of human skin covering the face of a model.
"Wen...Zhong." Zhao Jian felt his mouth was dry. Seeing this horrifying scene, he was convinced that Wen Zhong was definitely not a living person, but a terrifying ghost.
What the hell is this place, and why are there ghosts wearing Wen Zhong skin wandering around here?
"Zhao Jian, why are you running?" Wen Zhong said as he walked towards Zhao Jian: "It's very dangerous around here, so don't run around alone."
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As Wen Zhong moved around, a layer of dark mist suddenly appeared in the study, like a black barrier, blocking Zhao Jian's sight.
The entire study was wrapped in this black mist, and even this layer of mist tended to spread towards Zhao Jian, and Wen Zhong's figure was gradually swallowed up as the mist intensified.
Zhao Jian's eyelids twitched. He was no stranger to this fog. Counting the time he came back, this was already the second time he had seen it. This layer of fog was exactly the same as the haze on those strange figures.
Before he had time to think, he saw a blurry figure appearing beside him. When he subconsciously turned his head to look, he was almost touching Wen Zhong's weird smiling face.
Without hesitation, he raised his cracked arm and grabbed Wen Zhong. The moment he touched the other person's body, he felt as if his palm was touching a layer of mist.
The next moment, Wen Zhong's figure disappeared from the place again, as if it had merged with the surrounding mist. Now it is no longer possible to capture the other party's existence with the naked eye alone.
Zhao Jian immediately avoided the fog when he saw this.
After knowing the direction, he ran directly towards the study.
This layer of mist is so weird that it seems to stimulate the ghosts controlled by the ghost controller.
At this moment, Zhao Jian's face became extremely pale after inhaling a large amount of mist, and there were more and more wounds on his body. The sound of tearing was constantly coming from the flesh that came into contact with the mist. If he continued to stay here, If he goes down, he estimates that he will definitely die from the ghost's resurrection.
The study was filled with thick haze, and the searchlight in his hand could not penetrate even a ray of light in this haze.
In this case, it is almost impossible for him to find the key information to leave here.
However, when the hideous wounds on his body accumulated to a certain number, the originally airtight black mist around him seemed to be torn apart by something the moment it came into contact with his skin.
Li Gui’s revival, this is Zhao Jian’s last ditch effort!
The ferocious cracks had spread to his face. His whole figure seemed to be soaked in a pool of blood and soaked in dark blood, and his two eyes were shrouded in blood.
Before the figure of Li Gui with Wen Zhong's appearance condensed again.
His hand had touched the bookshelf filled with cursed words. A cold touch came, and Zhao Jian successfully got a book with a dark cover.
As soon as I took it into my hand, the book started to turn the pages automatically. The scarlet writing seemed to penetrate this deep fog, cursing all the living people and evil ghosts who opened the book.
"Ah ah ah ah, Zhao... Jian..."
Wen Zhong's sad wailing sound came from the mist. The sound was very close to him at first, but gradually it got closer. He went away, and at the same time, the mist that originally filled the interior of the residence disappeared.
The surroundings gradually became quiet, so quiet that only Zhao Jian's heartbeat and undetectable breathing were left.
"There is something wrong with these books. It seems that they cannot be tampered with." Zhao Jian stared at the books on the bookshelf with flickering eyes. If possible, he really wanted to burn all these books with a fire.
If his guess is correct, it is not the future at all, it is just a supernatural place that is very similar to reality.
The books on the bookshelf are connected to the curse. To go to that supernatural place and return to reality, you need to come into contact with the books.
The surroundings became silent again.
Zhao Jian did not rush out of the study room. He just took out a roll of special tape from the hiking bag behind his back. After hesitating for a moment, he tore the tape off and wrapped it around himself.
The skin and flesh around the wound had rotted and oozed pus, exuding an unpleasant rancid smell. Zhao Jian just sat numbly on the ground, treating the cracked wound on his body bit by bit.
"It seems that after I go out this time, I will ask Boss Wen to apply for controlling a second ghost. It is not possible to control only one ghost after all. This is the limit." Zhao Jian sighed and came to the entrance of the residence.
He also knew very well that if he wanted to control the second ghost, he could not succeed by just saying a few words. First, there must be a quota, and secondly, there must be a ghost that he can match.
Of course, even if he successfully controls the second ghost, it does not mean that he will sit back and relax. As time goes by and the power of using the ghost deepens, sooner or later he will face the resurrection of the ghost again. Go through difficult times.
However, there must be hope in life, right?
Thinking like this, Zhao Jian opened the door and walked out. (End of this chapter)