The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 228 Human Sacrifice
Song Xin crawled out of the cemetery on both hands and feet, and there was no trace of excitement on his face, only the weakness and a trace of fear after being dismembered.

After hearing Wen Zhong say not to use the ghost domain, he instantly understood that the killing rule of the terrifying vampire behind him should be the ghost domain.

He did try to use the ghost domain in this cemetery before, and it was because of this that he attracted the terrifying vampire behind him.

"It's boring now. The dead doll, the ghost porcelain, and the double wooden sign were all chopped down by this ghost. If it strikes again, I have to explain it here."

Taking out one of these three supernatural items is enough to save one's life in an A-level supernatural event, but he never expected that they would be consumed all at once.

The horror level of this vampire is definitely beyond his imagination. The only good news is that it seems to only kill one person at a time, and the killing pattern is also linked to the ghost domain, so the degree of harm is not high.

"That No. [-] is also using the ghost domain. Why is he fine? By the way, he is using the ghost domain outside the cemetery. It seems that the killing range of this vampire is limited to this cemetery."

While analyzing, Song Xin slowly crawled towards the gate of the cemetery.

Wen Zhong didn't intend to help him at all, his eyes were fixed on the vampire not far behind him, as if he was guarding against another mutation of the vampire.

Like Song Xin, Wen Zhong couldn't accept the price of being slashed by a vampire again.

He might have been lucky enough not to be affected just now. If the vampire slashed at him on a whim, there is no doubt that he would be left alone, and there would be no luck at all.

Unless, he can light the ghost candle in advance.

At this moment, the ghost eyes that emerged from the wound on the back of his head saw that in the woods behind him, wisps of dense mist began to diffuse again. It seemed that the damage caused by the big knife had a certain time limit.

The distorted figures hidden in the shadows of the dense fog reappeared. They kept wandering at the junction of the woods and the cemetery, as if they were waiting for Wen Zhong and Song Xin to leave the cemetery.

"Whoa, whoa—"

Suddenly, there was a sound of rushing water, as if something had emerged from the pool, the sound of water splashing was mixed with the sound of water overflowing, and there was even a chill.

"It's the water pool, why did you forget about it?" Wen Zhong's expression changed, and he faced the cemetery, woods, water pool, and Baiyang Village at the same time, four supernatural places, even the captain couldn't bear it.

Looking back, inside the cemetery, Song Xin's body began to fester gradually, and the skin peeled off piece by piece. Looking at his painful expression, all of this was definitely not out of his own will.

The first thing to fall off was his limbs, as if invisible knives were peeling his skin.

Then it happened on his neck, back, chest, all over his body.

Undoubtedly, Song Xin was being attacked by some unknown spirit inside the cemetery.

Although he was not in good condition after the previous attack, Song Xin was the one who controlled the three ghosts after all, so he was not so easy to be killed, and he could still struggle and resist to some extent, but he couldn't last long in this state.

The flesh on his body was still festering, and the heavy pressure made him miserable, his face was already flushed, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't even utter a word.

Song Xin had a hunch that if Wen Zhong didn't help him again, he might end up in this ghostly place today.

He has already controlled three ghosts, and two of the ghosts he controlled had a supernatural conflict by chance, but now they are about to die in this ghost place for no apparent reason.

The feeling drove him almost crazy.

Obviously the ghost in his body has died, so he can use the abilities of the two ghosts without any scruple, and he doesn't even have to worry about the serious consequences of the ghost's recovery.

But now everything was messed up because of the vampire's knife. Song Xin felt like a person lying in an ant's nest, being bitten by countless ants.

With the passage of time, the strength of his struggle became smaller and smaller, and the flesh on his body was gradually torn off, and the white bones were exposed under the rotten flesh and blood.

I regret it, I really regret it, I really shouldn't use Huangquan to plot against Wen Zhong, even if it is used, it is not too late to use it until it is safe.

Wen Zhong naturally didn't know what Song Xin was thinking. He was still standing at the iron gate of the cemetery thinking about countermeasures. All escape routes had been cut off, leaving only the cemetery which was relatively safe.

"Although blood ghosts are terrifying, as long as they don't use the ghost domain, they shouldn't have much impact. The point is still the ghosts that attacked Song Xin. Even the ghost pupils can only see an outline."

Wen Zhong stared at Song Xin steadfastly. It turned out that there was nothing around him.

But in Guitong's line of sight, there are several blurred silhouettes of human figures surrounding him at this moment, and the source of those figures is the old graves piled up all around.

"Song Xin's strength is definitely not weak. He can be among the best among all the ghost masters I've seen, but even so, he still has no room to resist when facing these figures."

Comparing it horizontally, Wen Zhong felt that if he didn't use a guillotine, he might not be as good as him.

Now the question came, whether to take the risk and go to the cemetery to save Song Xin, or turn around and try his luck in the woods alone.

There must be some secrets hidden in the cemetery, one can guess from the attitude of No. [-], but the old graves and vampires inside are too scary, and one who is not good may fall into it.

As for the woods, there must be a lot of information hidden in it, but its horror lies in this dense fog ghostland, as long as a living person steps into it, they will be attacked by these twisted ghosts.

"You can't use the cemetery of the ghost domain, the forest surrounded by the ghost domain, the cold pool in the back mountain, and Baiyang village with time disorder. This is like an imperfect spiritual balance, and our arrival has accelerated it. A breakdown of balance."

Wen Zhong stared at Song Xin with flickering eyes: "I feel more and more that looking for a ticket is just a cover, so what is the real purpose of this second stage of the ceremony?"

Right now is not the time to think about these things, Song Xin is almost unable to hold on, there is no good flesh on his body, and he is about to be torn into a white skeleton by these figures.

"You are lucky."

Just when Wen Zhong stepped into the cemetery to save someone, he suddenly felt a movement in his pocket.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of yellow letter paper flew out of his pocket and stuck it directly to his face, which unexpectedly fit perfectly.

(End of this chapter)