The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 132 The Abnormal Intrusion

Wen Zhong frowned, a faint gray light emerged from his body, and the next moment, mildew began to float in the whole room, and Dai Zhibin's body was covered with a thin layer of gray velvet in an instant.

Dai Zhibin, who was confined by the ghost fungus, was like a wounded beast, constantly struggling on the bed, staring at Wen Zhong with both eyes, and began to growl in his throat.

"Is this a ghost revived?" Yan Duo frowned and looked at Dai Zhibin, who was covered in ghost fungus on the hospital bed. The other party had a grim expression, and scorched black blood continued to flow from his eyes, nose, mouth and even his ears, little by little. Drops fell on the hospital bed.

The next moment, Dai Zhibin on the hospital bed opened his mouth suddenly, and a large stream of dirty blood exuding a scorched smell forced his throat and gushed out of his mouth.

This pool of dark and turbid blood covered his body, even Wen Zhong's ghost fungus was eroded away, and this pool of dirty blood was still spreading on the hospital bed, as if to completely envelop Dai Zhibin.

"Are you kidding, he's about to get out of trouble." Wen Zhong yelled: "Don't stand still, quickly suppress him."

Then a turbid gray light quickly began to spread, and Huang Gongming and Dai Xiaoxiao were instantly transferred from the ward by Wen Zhong.

And Dai Zhibin was still vomiting non-stop at this moment, the dirty blood in his body seemed to be endless, with the violent heaving and falling of his chest, it kept gushing out.

Moreover, his neck was swollen thicker than his thighs, and he could vaguely see a black shadow on his throat. It could be imagined that once he completely spit out the black shadow on his chest, Dai Zhibin would surely die, and at the same time, this terrifying ghost would also Complete recovery.

Yan Duo's face darkened, and the sleeves of the ghost shirt instantly became as if they had been soaked in blood. The scarlet sleeves stretched towards Dai Zhibin, and he wanted to block the other's blood-spitting throat first.

As soon as he came into contact with Dai Zhibin's body, a series of sounds of water rushing suddenly sounded from the other's body, followed by dirty blood oozing out from his pores, and he forcibly blocked the ghost shirt back.

Not only that, his throat seemed to have reached a certain limit, and a scorched, dry arm exuding an unpleasant smell suddenly emerged from it, spilling a pool of thick dirty blood towards Wen Zhong and Yan Duo.

Immediately afterwards, this arm opened Dai Zhibin's mouth, retracted it again and disappeared, while Wen Zhong used his ghost hand to resist the scorched black blood.

Feeling a scorching heat, his face changed slightly. If his arm was not the ghost's hand, he might have been hit by this time, but even so, his body was still stained with blood.

Yan Duo's situation was a little better than his ability, the ghost shirt resisted this attack for him, only to see that the raised part under the ghost shirt seemed to extend an arm, completely blocking the mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the entire hospital bed was covered by the scorched black blood. At this moment, half of Dai Zhibin's body was sunk in the blood. Seeing this, Wen Zhong immediately used Huangquan to try to transfer Dai Zhibin out of it.

But a layer of ghost domain has no effect. Even if it covers Dai Zhibin's body, it will be washed away by the pitch-black blood.

"Damn it, I'm worried that it might kill him, so I've become a little timid." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth, and he could feel a strange breath from the pool of black blood, which seemed to be connected to somewhere Spiritual place.

"Gulu——" Ghost Tong broke free and protruded from between the eyebrows. The next moment, it seemed like a nail appeared on Dai Zhibin's limbs out of thin air, nailing him firmly to the hospital bed to prevent him from sinking further.

The ghost pupils were muddy and cold, and a tearing curse began to wreak havoc on Dai Zhibin's limbs. Immediately, scorched black blood flowed into the ghost pupils along his limbs.

"Hiss—" Wen Zhong covered his eyes, and a hot tingling sensation came from the ghost pupil. At this moment, he even felt that the ghost pupil was out of control for a short time, and then the ghost pupil closed from the opponent's limbs. disappeared.

Horrible, the ghost controlled by the opponent is really terrifying, although most of Wen Zhong kept his hand, but the ghost hidden in Dai Zhibin's body is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp, and it was able to resist the attacks of Wen Zhong and Yan Duo three times in a row.

"What the hell is this?" Yan Duo's startled and angry voice came from the side, and he saw a drop of scorched black blood stained on the ghost shirt, and as the blood spread, he found that the ghost shirt even To be stripped from oneself.

But at this moment, Dai Zhibin's body was completely submerged in the pool of blood, only his head was still struggling, and streams of dirty blood kept spilling out from the pores, making people feel horrified.

"This is a very special ghost. He recovered very quickly, which is normal. After all, Dai Zhibin didn't control it..." Wen Zhong's eyes were full of terrifying ferocity, and he couldn't keep it any longer.

He had a hunch that if he held back today because he cared about the other party's life, then he, Yan Duo, Huang Gongming, Dai Xiaoxiao and even the people in this building would all die here.

A pale and stiff ghost hand appeared on Dai Zhibin's neck out of thin air, and then opened mechanically to hold his neck firmly.

"Kacha——" There were crisp bones breaking one after another, followed by the sound of neck bones breaking. Dai Zhibin's head was twisted several times by this pale and stiff ghost hand before he finally stopped struggling.

The strange black blood continued to soak this ghost hand, but unlike before, the ghost hand didn't let go because of the burning of the dirty blood, but pinched it even harder.

The next moment, Dai Zhibin's body was forcibly pulled out of the pool of scorched blood by ghost hands. The moment he was pulled out, a pair of scorched and withered arms were taken out of the pool of dirty blood, and the resistance increased instantly.

Another ghostly hand stretched out instantly and grabbed Dai Zhibin's body. Wen Zhong even felt that he was pulling a smooth boulder and might let go at any time.

At this moment, there was the sound of dripping water droplets in the room, and countless scorched palm prints appeared on Wen Zhong's body, as if they were going to be dragged into this weird pool of blood together with him.

"Are you kidding..." Wen Zhong's forehead was bulging with veins, and he felt that he was about to be unable to hold on anymore, his hands had been eroded by blood, and the intense burning sensation was constantly stimulating his nerves.

At this moment, Yan Duo got up suddenly, and quickly took out a red candle wrapped in gold leaf from the body bag. The next moment, a green and cold candle light lit up, illuminating the whole room.

"Damn it, look, it's a ghost candle!" Yan Duo yelled angrily, raised his foot and kicked on the hospital bed, Wen Zhong felt the pressure lighten instantly, and pulled Dai Zhibin out with both hands.

(End of this chapter)