The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 210 The real curse is
The moment he walked out the door, Zhao Jian felt that his feet were empty, and his whole body fell forward. There was a sound of "bang--", he only felt as if he had fallen into a narrow container.

Limbs were fixed tightly, and it was very difficult for him to turn his neck, and his whole body was in an upside-down state.

"What's the situation?!" Zhao Jian's back was drenched in cold sweat. If he kept in this state, he would undoubtedly die.

Calm down, you have to be calm.

Zhao Jian took a deep breath to calm himself down.

His current situation was much better than when he was hunted down by the ghosts. What Zhao Jian had to do now was to find out where he was.

"It seems to be in a box, no, it's more like... a water tank..."

A bad premonition welled up in Zhao Jian's heart. He stretched his limbs as much as possible and twisted his waist, trying to straighten his body angle, so that it would be easier for him to escape from here.

But after several attempts, he couldn't get what he wanted, because the water tank was too small, so small that he couldn't turn back and forth, let alone turn up and down which was more difficult.

In the end, Zhao Jian could only maintain his original movements, with his face pressed against the bottom of the water tank, feeling a different kind of coldness.

"How could I be stumped by this level of crisis? Even those ghosts couldn't kill me before."

Zhao Jian gritted his teeth. Most of the skin on his body was covered with special adhesive tape. The cracked wounds on the exposed skin were not enough to break the deadly water tank.

He could only barely try to kick the lid of the water tank behind him with his still movable legs, trying to open a gap first.

But Zhao Jian failed again.

Something was pressing on the lid, and he was firmly pressed in the water tank, unable to move. Standing on his head for a long time made his brain a little congested, coupled with the weakness of excessive blood loss and the restlessness of the ghost's recovery.

Zhao Jian only felt that his head was about to explode, and his legs kept kicking on the lid of the water tank.

"Boom boom boom——"

The sound of the water tank lid being knocked seemed to spread throughout Baiyang Village, and it seemed to attract something to this water tank.

At this time, Zhao Jian heard footsteps coming from the surrounding area, accompanied by the voice of someone muttering to himself. Hearing this voice, Zhao Jian's eyes widened and he couldn't help trembling. How could he find this voice strange.

It was his own voice.

He remembered that when he was collecting information in Baiyang Village, he found a water tank in the corner, and he was curious about what was imprisoned in the water tank.

At that time, he only thought that the person imprisoned in the water tank was a ghost, but he didn't expect that the person imprisoned in the water tank would be himself.

Fear appeared on Zhao Jian's face, making his already pale face even more distorted and hideous.

But even so, he still stubbornly resisted the urge to cry out for help. He hadn't forgotten the trap set by the supernatural land before. At that time, he thought he had traveled to the future, but in fact it was a ghost trap.

It is impossible to guard against it at all, if it is not because of some unexpected circumstances encountered in the middle, then I am afraid that he would have died in that supernatural place by now.

"Wait, I still remember that Wen Zhong in that supernatural land gave me a special satellite phone." Zhao Jian's eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't return the phone to Wen Zhong when he left. .

After finally freeing an arm, he found that the special satellite phone was pinned to his back belt after some groping.

Zhao Jian gritted his teeth, and finally, with unremitting efforts, he managed to get the life-saving satellite phone from his lower back.

Just when he was about to use this mobile phone to contact Wen Zhong, suddenly he felt his hair was a little wet, and a rancid smell came out from the top of his head.

Reluctantly raised his head and took a look, at some point a pool of dark red blood stains appeared on the bottom of the water tank, and the pool of dark red blood stains was still rising continuously, almost visible to the naked eye. on his forehead.

"What a joke!"

Zhao Jian was in a hurry. If it spread at this speed, he would drown in the water tank in less than 5 minutes.

What's more deadly is that the dark red blood seems to be corrosive, and festering appeared on the forehead not long after being soaked in blood, which directly aggravated the rancid smell in the water tank.

The upper half of Zhao Jian's face was already soaked in blood, and there was an unwilling roar from the corner of his mouth.

The dark red blood was eroding his flesh with strong corrosiveness, and the spirit of the ghost injury seemed to be suppressed by the blood at this moment.

The open wound was covered with blood, and the ghost injury was undoubtedly at a disadvantage in the confrontation between each other. This undoubtedly blocked Zhao Jian's last hope of escaping from here.

"Hehe, hehehe, how did it become like this, obviously...obviously..." Zhao Jian didn't struggle anymore, instead he laughed miserably while holding the satellite phone.

In this situation, he wanted to understand one thing.

But now that is not important, the important thing is that he is going to die, Baiyang Village is a dead end, it is definitely a place with almost unsolvable supernatural powers.

If it is divided by the terror level system certified by the headquarters, the terror level of this Baiyang village is definitely S level.

The more you try to understand this village, the more you will be dragged into a bottomless abyss by this village. The real curse was actually planted when Zhao Jiang just stepped into Baiyang Village.

"Wen Zhong...Boss Wen...you must, never come to this village..."

With trembling hands, he typed this line on the satellite phone. This was the only thing he could do at the end of his life. He only hoped that Wen Zhong could receive this message and never come to this village. Come.

After a while, the dark red blood completely filled the water tank, and at the same time, the walls of the water tank began to shrink towards the middle.

If there are still living people outside at this time, they will find that what is placed in the corner of the village is not a water tank at all, but a ghost whose whole body is soaked in water until it is swollen.

It can be seen that there is a human-shaped outline protruding from its belly, and it is still wriggling in its body at this moment, but as it raises its swollen hand and pats its stomach, the struggle of this human-shaped outline becomes weaker and weaker. , until completely stationary.

The ghost finally closed its eyes and opened its mouth again, quietly waiting for the next unlucky guy to step into the deadly trap.

(End of this chapter)