The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 30 Balance
"Crack, click" came the sound of the neck bone breaking, and the strength of the ghost hand twisting Wen Zhong's neck became stronger and stronger.

But what is surprising is that no matter how hard the ghost hand is, Wen Zhong's neck is still motionless, like a stone pier made of cement, firmly fixed in place.

Suddenly Wen Zhong opened his eyes, the eyes were full of coldness and strangeness, without a trace of life, an indescribable supernatural power burst out at this moment, the eyes of the ghost corpse were staring at the front and strangled him The ghost hand on the neck.

The ghost began to recover.

At this moment Wen Zhong's identity changed, he is now a ghost.

If the ghost twister wants to kill Wen Zhong, he must first pass the level of the ghost corpse.

But ghosts cannot be killed.

Instead of Wen Zhong, the body of the ghost withstood the twisting of the ghost hand, but the ghost hand couldn't kill the ghost at all, and a potential contest began.

The ghost hand seemed to have lost its strength, and was firmly clamped by the ghost corpse on his neck. If it was normal, the ghost hand would twist the surrounding space together.

But now, the originally distorted scenery around them has gradually returned to normal, and the "hemp rope" wrapped around Wen Zhong and Taoist is also slightly loosened at this moment.

The ghost hand was suppressed.

At the same time, Wen Zhong only felt that there was an extra person in his brain, who was constantly robbing him of the ownership of his body, and also seemed to be merging with his own consciousness.

This is the ghostly instinct of ghost corpses.

At this time, Wen Zhong's clenched right hand was slightly opened, and a faint white light suddenly lit up from it. This was exactly the white bead called "ghost-suppressing bead" by Taoists.

"Tick, tick..."

Blood dripped down the wound on Wen Zhong's right hand, and soon the white light emitted by the beads was stained with blood.

Baizhu fused with the blood, and gradually stuck to Wen Zhong's right hand, and began to crazily devour the blood in his body, which made his already difficult situation even worse.

But as the blood in his body was swallowed by the white beads, Wen Zhong felt that the erosion of the ghost corpse's consciousness was gradually slowing down. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another consciousness came into his mind.

This is the consciousness belonging to that bead, or it can be said to be a different kind of obliteration curse.

The ghost corpse, which has been twisted by the ghost to disperse a lot of power, can barely block Baizhu's curse at this moment.

The ghost was suppressed.

At this time, Wen Zhong was torn apart by several supernatural forces, so he should have died according to common sense.

But his blood was still flowing, and the smell of blood almost filled the entire villa. The ghost fungus, which had lost the grip of the ghost corpse, became more restless under the guidance of the white beads, constantly wriggling in the flesh.

"Hiss..." With a sound, the ghost fungus finally tore the skin and continued to spread towards the surroundings. Soon the ghost hand, Baizhu, and the ghost corpse were all covered with a thin layer of off-white fluff, invisible to replace the smell. Zhong suffered part of the spiritual damage.

Ghost twisting people, ghost corpses, white beads, ghost fungi.

The ghost hand and the ghost corpse were in a stalemate. The ghost instinct of the ghost corpse replaced Wen Zhong's own consciousness and resisted Baizhu's conscious obliteration curse.

The four reached a weird and fragile balance. Although this balance was exactly what Wen Zhong needed, and it hung his life, it couldn't let him escape.

Not surprisingly, Wen Zhong will be trapped here to die in the end, and this balance will be broken with his death, and finally this villa will become a veritable haunted house.

However, the "hemp rope" twisted from the corpse is still wrapped around his body at this moment. This normally insignificant supernatural power is enough to affect and break this fragile balance at this moment.

Although it is very slight, it can be found that the ghost's neck has begun to be twisted by the ghost's hand.

The balance is already collapsing.

"October...Two nine..." At this moment, the Taoist who had been silent for a long time suddenly opened his mouth. Due to the deadlock between the ghost hand and the ghost corpse, the Taoist was lucky to save his life.

But in order to break free from the shackles of the "hemp rope", he has used too much ghost power.

The weakness of excessive blood loss, the despair of the ghost's recovery, and the pain of broken bones made the Taoist no longer awake.

In a trance, he regarded Wen Zhong, who was strangled by the ghost's hand, as his own child, yes, they were about the same age.

"Don't be afraid...the master is here..."

At the last moment of his life, he seemed to get rid of the influence of the ghost, and regained a trace of lost humanity, or the humanity that had been suppressed in his heart.

The left hand with the ghost painting talisman was lifted up with difficulty, and grabbed the "hemp rope" that bound Wen Zhong.

In an instant, the symbols made of blood were carved on the "hemp rope". Although there were only a few strokes, it was enough to get Wen Zhong out of trouble.

The "hemp rope" was quickly scattered on the ground under the supernatural suppression of the ghost painting talisman.

With the sound of "bang", "Wen Zhong", who had lost his support, fell to the ground on his back. He "looked" at the Taoist who had closed his eyes, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

Although the "hemp rope" has been broken, Wen Zhong's situation has not improved by half, and it is still the same as before, unable to move.

But where he fell, there were runes drawn with blood by the Taoist before.

The fresh blood happened to be the blood food of that bead, and the blood full of spirits was constantly being swallowed by the white bead, and the blood became more intense, and at the same time dense symbols appeared on the white bead.

The curse in Wen Zhong's consciousness began to intensify, and the ghost instinct of the ghost was suppressed at this moment. After doing all this, Bai Zhu seemed to be suppressed by the symbol and became dim.

At the moment when the ghost corpse was silent, the ghost hand suddenly stood up.

However, the ghost hand was still unable to twist the neck of the ghost corpse, for no other reason, because at the same time, the ghost fungus had already covered the ghost hand and began to slowly erode the ghost hand.

The ghost corpse was suppressed by the amplified white pearl, and the white pearl was sealed because it devoured the blood of the ghost painting talisman, so the ghost fungus, which gained respite, was able to suppress the ghost hand.

Just when a new spiritual balance is about to be born.

As if struggling to die, all the "hemp ropes" scattered around the ground began to twist restlessly, wrapping around Wen Zhong's body again.

With the help of this force, the twisting force of the ghost hand increased again, as if it wanted to smash Wen Zhong's body and the entire space together, and the surrounding scenery was also twisted together.

One second... two seconds... ten seconds passed...

The ghost hand was still twisting vigorously.

10 minute has passed...

The stalemate continues.

An hour has passed...

The silent ghost corpse was finally twisted by the ghost's hand, and the entire upper body was twisted together with both arms, showing a strange distortion, more like a human stick.

In the end, the ghost hand also seemed to be dead, completely still after being eroded by the ghost fungus.

The surroundings return to silence......

(End of this chapter)