The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 187

It has been a full seven days since Wen Zhong disappeared without a sound, and during these seven days, Ochiai has almost lost weight, his eye sockets have become more sunken, and his whole body has become more emaciated.

The center of Da'an has been completely occupied, and countless terrifying ghosts are swarming in the haze, and there is even a tendency to spread to the whole city.

The whole city seemed to be dead, and it constantly exuded a cold and decaying smell.

Ochiai is standing on the balcony and looking into the distance at the moment, this has become his daily compulsory course, holding a dark purple oil paper umbrella with a simple and weird shape in his hand, he is always on guard against being targeted by a ghost.

"Beep beep-"

The satellite phone in his arms rang harshly. Ochiai frowned and answered the phone. Originally, the headquarters asked him to be on call [-]/[-], but he really didn't want his every move to be watched.

"Hi, I'm Ochiai, what's the matter?"

"Professor Ochiai, has Wenzhong contacted you in the past two days? His satellite phone has been turned off all the time. It has been seven days now, but the wind direction in Da'an City has not changed at all."

Yan Wenhua's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm worried...whether he has failed."

"I don't know, he didn't even tell me before he left." Ochiai said stiffly.

It was impossible to say that he didn't care at all. Wen Zhong left without saying a word, in his opinion, it was a sign of distrust. He wanted to make suggestions for Wen Zhong, but the other party didn't appreciate it.

Yan Wenhua was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and asked, "Professor Ochiai, what are you going to do next? I heard that Du Baige has come to life."

"Du Baige?" Ochiai smiled wryly, "What do you mean, he can't even speak well now, and you still expect him to deal with such an unexplainable supernatural event?"

Really helpless.

In fact, after Du Baige woke up, they also went out for a trip, in addition to replenishing necessary supplies.

After paying some terrible price, they broadcast a broadcast calling on all surviving Da'an residents to avoid those ghosts by lowering their body temperature.

Although doing so is tantamount to quenching thirst with poison, they have to do it, and this is the last thing they can do for Da'an City.

"In two days, if there is no news from Wen Zhong, special measures will be taken at the headquarters, and the entire Da'an City will be completely blocked by then. You should be mentally prepared."

Yan Wenhua said with a sullen face, he really didn't want to come to this point, this was already the worst ending he could think of.

"I know, I will tell others." Ochiai sighed, it was useless to hide it at this time, but he was still in a daze when he really heard the news.

After hanging up the phone, his expression became extremely serious.

How long has passed, and several such large-scale supernatural events have already occurred across the country.

The increase in the number of supernatural events and the expansion of the scale of supernatural events all reveal one thing - the sky may be about to change.

The wind continued to blow.

A fallen leaf started from the roof of the safe house, advanced in the haze, and finally stopped in the depths of a dilapidated Taoist temple.

The next moment, an iron door was pushed open from inside, and a vague silhouette of a human figure walked out slowly under the black and red haze, and the cold gray light kept flickering on his body.

The countless hideous wounds on the body are constantly opening and closing at this moment, like strange eyes, quietly peeping at everything hidden in the haze.

But what is even more frightening is that the joints of this humanoid silhouette are uneven all over the body, twisting like a misplaced fracture, and there is a sound of bone breaking from time to time.

No matter how you look at this figure, it is impossible to be a living person, it looks like a broken corpse, and in his right hand is still holding a strange guillotine, making him even more terrifying.

"Crack-"

After a brief silence, the figure moved suddenly, the bones all over his body trembled, suddenly his body paused, his right leg twisted 180 degrees, dragging him abruptly body of.

The figure froze for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, and he seemed to be confused just after being resurrected. After a short silence, he slowly raised the guillotine in his hand and pointed it at the twisted right leg.

But the next moment, he put the guillotine back again, as if he realized that it was inappropriate to cut off his right leg directly.

A pale and cold arm stretched out from the dim haze, grabbing the twisted thigh, "Kacha——" With a terrifying sound, he unexpectedly straightened the twisted thigh .

And the other parts of his body gradually recovered at this moment, and soon he walked out of this long corridor and appeared in the Liangyi Temple.

"What year is this eve?" The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but it fell on Wang Muyou's ears like the sound of heaven.

"Wen Zhong, you are still alive!"

"Wang Muyou, why are you here?"

Wen Zhong glanced at the other party and said calmly: "Forget it, it's not important, I will recruit you as the person in charge of Da'an City to handle this supernatural incident."

"You can refuse, but I still hope you will think carefully."

Wang Muyou was taken aback for a moment, he could feel the change in Wen Zhong's tone, which meant that the other party's spiritual erosion had deepened.

This is not absolutely a good phenomenon, the boundary between living people and ghosts has been broken, abilities will certainly be improved, but in contrast, humanity will inevitably pass away.

"Let's go, get out of here first."

His voice was hoarse, without a trace of emotion, as if he had escaped from some kind of shackles, and the listeners couldn't help but feel horrified.

Wen Zhong could feel the changes in his body. At this moment, the guillotine was very calm in his hands, without any reaction, as if it had lost some strange ability and fell silent.

The medium has been produced, and now he can use this weird guillotine smoothly. The spliced ​​human head on the handle has disappeared, but his eyes are showing a strange brilliance.

"Where are we going now?" Wang Muyou asked.

"Go back to the safe house first." Wen Zhong said: "It's been so long, I have to go back and see if they are alive or dead."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the car he was driving step by step. No one noticed that there was a dilapidated radio pinned to his waist, which was still flashing a strange red light.

This paranormal event has been going on for far too long, and now is the time to end it all.

(End of this chapter)