The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 209 Go Back To The Past
Returning to Baiyang Village, the surrounding area was dark, only the searchlight in Zhao Jian's hand gave off a faint light.

"That ghost thing didn't catch up. It looks like it might have collided with those figures. We have to find our way back now, otherwise it won't be worth the loss if we get caught up by that ghost thing in a while."

Naturally, his first choice was the residential house he came out of just now. With a clear goal, Zhao Jian quickly arrived in front of the residential house.

Looking at the dilapidated houses in front of him, Zhao Jian forcibly suppressed his uneasiness, took a deep breath and stepped in quickly.

The interior of the dwelling was exactly the same as when he stayed there before, there was almost no difference, the door that was kicked open and the broken glass remained the same.

But what was slightly different was that the ghost that had chased him before was gone, leaving only a pool of blood in the room spreading towards the outside.

"I remember that something strange happened after I read those books in the study. Is it related to those books that I traveled here? If so, should I go to the study to see if there are any clues?" .”

Thinking this way, Zhao Jian came out of the study according to his memory, but under the dim light, a strange scene appeared. There was a person standing with his back to the door inside the study.

The man was wearing an Interpol uniform, with a well-proportioned figure, his arms were extremely pale, and he looked very impressive. Then the man seemed to sense that someone was watching him, and then suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Zhao Jian. .

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 cloudy, shriveled and cracked, the nose was completely distorted, and even the flesh on the face was wrinkled, like a human skin covering the face of a model.

"Wen... Zhong." Zhao Jian only felt his mouth go dry. Seeing this horrifying scene, he was convinced that Wen Zhong was definitely not a living person, but a terrifying ghost.

What the hell kind of place is this? Why are there ghosts and ghosts wearing Wen Zhong's skin wandering here?
"Zhao Jian, why are you running?" Wen Zhong said as he walked towards Zhao Jian: "It's dangerous around here, don't run around by yourself."

As Wen Zhong walked around, a layer of black mist suddenly appeared in the study, like a black barrier, blocking Zhao Jian's sight.

The entire study room was enveloped by the black mist, and even this layer of mist tended to spread towards Zhao Jian's body, and Wen Zhong's figure was gradually engulfed as the mist intensified.

Zhao Jian's eyelids twitched. He was no stranger to this smog. Counting the time he came back, this was the second time he had seen it. This layer of smog 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, subconsciously turned his head to look, and he was almost close to Wen Zhong's weird smiling face.

Without hesitation, he raised his cracked arm and grabbed Wen Zhong. The moment he touched the opponent's body, he felt as if his palm had touched a layer of mist.

The next moment, Wen Zhong's figure disappeared in the same place again, as if it had merged with the surrounding mist, and now it was impossible to capture the existence of the other party with the naked eye.

Seeing this, Zhao Jian immediately avoided the fog.

After identifying the direction, he ran directly towards the study.

This layer of mist is too weird, it seems to be able to stimulate the ghosts controlled by the ghost master.

At this moment, Zhao Jian, who had inhaled a large amount of mist, turned extremely pale, and his body had more and more wounds, and the flesh that came into contact with the mist was constantly ripping. If he continued to stay here, he probably would definitely die. Died from the recovery of ghosts.

The study room was filled with thick smog, and the searchlight in his hand couldn't penetrate even a ray of light in this smog.

In this case, it can be said that 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 amount, the moment the originally impenetrable black mist touched his skin, it seemed to be torn apart by something.

The recovery of the ghost, this is Zhao Jian's last fight!
The hideous gap had spread to his face, his whole body seemed to be soaked in a pool of blood and was soaked in pitch-black blood, and his eyes were covered in blood.

Before the figure of Li Gui with Wen Zhong's appearance condensed again.

His hand had already touched the bookshelf filled with cursed books, and a cold feeling came over him. Zhao Jian successfully got a book with a pitch-black cover.

As soon as I got it in my hand, the book started to turn the pages automatically. The scarlet handwriting seemed to penetrate the deep fog, cursing all the living people and ghosts who opened the book.

"Ahhhhhhhh, Zhao... Jian..."

Wen Zhong's wailing sound came from the mist. The sound was very close to him at first, but gradually moved away from him. At the same time, the mist that originally filled the interior of the residence disappeared.

The surroundings gradually became quieter, so quiet that only the sound of Zhao Jian's heartbeat and faint breathing remained.

"There is a problem with these books. It seems that they can't be messed 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, there is no future at all, it is just a supernatural place that is very similar to reality.

The books on the bookshelf are connected with a curse, and you need to touch the books to go to that spiritual place and return to reality.

The surroundings returned to silence again.

Zhao Jian didn't rush out of the study either, but just took out a roll of special tape from the mountaineering bag behind him, hesitated for a moment, and still tore off the tape and wrapped it around himself.

The skin and flesh around the wound had rotted and pus, exuding an unpleasant rancid smell, Zhao Jian just sat on the ground numbly, treating the cracked wound on his body bit by bit.

"It seems that after going out this time, I will ask Boss Wen to apply to control the second ghost. It will not work after all to control only one ghost. This is already the limit." Zhao Jian sighed and came to the entrance of the residence.

He also knew very well in his heart that if he wanted to control the second ghost, he could not succeed just by saying a few words. First of all, he needed a quota, and secondly, he had to have a ghost that he could match.

Of course, even if he successfully controlled the second ghost, it didn't mean he would be safe. With the passage of time and the deepening of the power of using the ghost, sooner or later he would face the difficulty of reviving the ghost again.

However, there must be hope in life, right?

Thinking of this, Zhao Jian opened the door and walked out.

(End of this chapter)