The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 31
It has been about three hours since he was attacked by the ghost, and some corpse spots have begun to appear on Wen Zhong's body.

It grows together with the bacteria marks originally caused by the excessive erosion of ghost bacteria, except for the face, densely covered the whole body, looking extremely scary and weird.

Suddenly, "Wen Zhong"'s body changed.

His eyes closed suddenly.

After a while, it opened again, and it was no longer as cold as before, but with a little bit of color, pain, weakness, and confusion, and it was more of a rejoicing for the rest of the life after the catastrophe.

"I... am I still alive..."

Of course Wen Zhong is still alive.

The ghostly instinct of the ghost corpse and itself were suppressed by the ghost hand and Bai Zhu's consciousness obliterating curse, taking this as an opportunity to allow Wen Zhong's consciousness to survive.

His body, which had been overly eroded by spirits and had become a little cold, was also rising in temperature at this moment, and his heartbeat was also stabilizing.

Wen Zhong took a slight breath, and he was surprised to find that the restlessness caused by the ghost's recovery had disappeared, and the restless ghost fungus and the strange feeling in his body had disappeared at this moment.

Not only that, he felt that if he used the ghost domain, he would definitely be able to last for more than 10 minutes.

"What's the situation..."

At the last moment, Wen Zhong's consciousness has been blurred, and he can't remember some things clearly.

For example, now he wanted to try to get up, but found that his arms were twisted together with his upper body. He didn't feel any pain at all, but he couldn't move.

In desperation, Wen Zhong had no choice but to use a more extravagant method.

I saw the flesh on his body burst open, the ghost fungus spread out along the flesh, the gray light lit up, the ghost domain activated, and he stood up instantly.

"Using Huangquan, it's just to get up, this is really... a luxury..."

Wen Zhong leaned against the wall, and then carefully looked at his body.

The upper body has been completely twisted, like a twist with half left, the two arms and the body are tightly entwined, the lower body and the head are fine, still normal.

Except for the key parts, the clothes have also been torn to pieces, revealing some creepy bacteria marks and corpse spots under his body.

However, the biggest problem is that the ghost hand, code-named Ghost Twister, is still tightly held around his neck at this moment.

But Wen Zhong had a feeling that for some reason, he seemed to be able to control these ghost hands, as if... his own arms.

He couldn't help but feel a little headache, let alone going out like this, he might leave a psychological shadow when he looks in the mirror.

He hesitated for a moment.

Wen Zhong's neck was slowly covered with a thin layer of velvet. He wanted to use the power of the ghost fungus to graft the pair of ghost arms onto himself.

"Clap"

After countless attempts, he finally managed to align the two ghost arms with his shoulders.

After several attempts, the ghost hand can already operate freely.

"Okay, let's try to straighten the body."

Wen Zhong had a good idea, his body was twisted like this by ghosts, so he can naturally be twisted back.

But the reality is cruel, he can't twist his body at all.

"Has the ghost become less terrifying after being controlled... No, I can do this..."

The flesh slowly opened, and the ghost fungus slowly crawled out along the wound, eroding the ghost's arms bit by bit. Soon, the entire pair of ghost hands were covered with a layer of gray thin velvet.

try again.

Although it was still difficult this time, he slowly straightened his body.

The power of ghosts that can be exerted by humans controlling ghosts is really limited. If ghosts control ghosts, it will be completely different.

But Wen Zhong still encountered a problem.

The degree of twisting of the arm was higher than that of the body. No matter how hard he tried this time, the arm embedded in the body still remained motionless, as if stuck to death.

Moreover, Wen Zhong also discovered that the strange white bead was actually embedded in the palm of his original right hand, which looked like an eye.

Although the arm cannot be restored, he has twisted his body right now, and he has a twisted man as an arm, so he doesn't worry about anything, he just waits for a chance to restore the original arm in the future.

After doing all this, I don't know if it is Wen Zhong's psychological effect.

If he ignores his appearance, he feels like he has become an ordinary person. In his current state, if he doesn't use the power of the ghost, he can live for a year and a half without any problems.

Just when he felt good about himself, the arms transformed into Li Gui suddenly began to move restlessly, a cold and numb feeling came, and the ghost hands seemed to want to twist something.

He was startled, the flesh on his body burst open instantly, emitting a gray light, and the thin fleece covering the ghost's hand also began to squirm.

immediately.

He regained the control of the already numb ghost hand, and at the same time twisted off the mold growing on his body, and such a delicate spiritual balance was temporarily formed...

Wen Zhong looked at his arms, at first glance they were no different from ordinary people, but upon closer inspection they were covered with a layer of gray velvet, which contrasted with the pitch-black nails, making the bloodless arms even more strange.

"Although there has been a mutation, I feel that my physical condition has improved a lot. Is this the way to keep the ghost master alive?"

Wen Zhong accepted it quickly, because he felt that it was the same principle as the "Braised Pork" he had eaten at a night market stall, except that this time he controlled a brand new ghost.

This is the second ghost he controls.

Code name: Ghost twister.

Confirming that the ghostly instinct of his hands has been temporarily suppressed, Wen Zhong walked to the Taoist.

Seeing his heaving chest, Wen Zhong's expression was a bit complicated, he knew in his heart that the Taoist might not be able to hold on anymore.

His left hand had been crushed by the ghost painting talisman, and the severed hand dripping with pus and blood was still attached to it, as if it wanted to suck the last drop of blood from the Taoist.

"Little friend..."

Wen Zhong was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the Taoist to be able to wake up.

"I'm sorry, poor Taoist..." The Taoist's eyes were slack, and he reluctantly said in advance: "The way to solve the recovery of fierce ghosts...is to control more ghosts...to achieve a spiritual balance..."

"I already know the Taoist priest, if you have any last words, please tell me."

There was a gleam of clarity in Wen Yan's eyes, and Wen Zhong knew that this was a sign of returning light.

"Fang Diyuan...kill him for me!" The Taoist laboriously took out an ID card from his chest and handed it to Wen Zhong, and then said: "Also, please bury me with... [-]... …thanks……"

The Taoist struggled to finish speaking, and with a little nostalgia for the world, he closed his eyes forever.

Wen Zhong clenched his ID card tightly and looked at the Taoist's cold body. For some reason, his heart was very calm, which was a bit scary. He seemed to have lost his sadness.

(End of this chapter)