The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 230 Weird Resurrection

At this moment, the fog in the woods of the back mountain began to permeate again, and wisps of thick fog floated towards the cemetery as if they were alive.

A strange corpse was lying at the junction of the cemetery and the woods. The face of the corpse was covered with a layer of yellow letter paper, and all kinds of cursed words were densely written on the letter paper.

The corpse just lay quietly on the ground, occasionally a wisp of thick fog drifted past, blowing the corpse already covered with plaques, acne and blood scabs.

Invisible to the naked eye, in the corpse's clothes, dark gray fluff covered its body, and the fluff was constantly eroding its skin.

No, it should be more accurate to say that it is devoured, it is decomposed.

The flesh of this corpse has been completely invaded and replaced by this weird mold, and this dark gray velvet has become a new skin.

This process is very fast, even if it suddenly comes to life, this invasion is difficult to reverse.

At this moment, the mist permeating the body of the corpse, when it touched the layer of fluff, seemed to be blown by something, and it actively dispersed.

The same change also exacerbated the decay of the corpse. In this humid environment, a rotten corpse smell soon began to permeate the surroundings.

When this layer of thin fleece completely covers its body.

The corpse's arms twitched.

At the same time, many wounds of different sizes were cracked on its body, just like the wounds where the skin is dried and naturally cracked.

These cracks continued to spread along its body, almost tearing the corpse into several pieces, and the blood that was about to clot was scattered and flowed out from the wound, adding to the rotten corpse smell. A smell of blood.

"Crunch, crunch—"

Suddenly, there was a sound of bones being compressed.

The next moment, just when the whole corpse was about to be torn apart, its hands suddenly lifted up, forming a strange twist, and the whole space seemed to be about to be twisted by these pale ghost hands.

Its body was rigidly glued together by the twisting of the ghost's hand, and while the body was being glued together again, the skin made of dark gray velvet quickly covered the wound again.

Cover, tear, glue.

These three kinds of ghosts acted on the corpse covered in yellow letter paper at the same time, and as time went by, this cycle became more and more rapid, almost seamless.

But the corpse was still lying motionless on the ground, allowing these three kinds of spirits to wreak havoc on his body.

The fog was still thick, and the surroundings were unusually quiet. At this moment, the surroundings of Baiyang Village seemed to be completely still.

And the yellow paper covering the face of this corpse, at some point, began to ooze black corpse water.

Viscous, rich, mixed with a strong corpse odor, it keeps oozing out from the mouth and nose.

Soon, the entire piece of yellow paper was soaked in black corpse water, and gradually the handwriting on the yellow paper began to blur, and even the part covering the face began to loosen.

But even so, the corpse was still lying in place, and the corpse water dripped from the edge of the yellow paper, flowing all over the ground.A dark puddle formed.

Then a layer of blood spread from the yellow paper, and the whole yellow paper was stained scarlet by blood.

And with the overflow of blood, the corpse started to twitch crazily, like a living person who fell into the water, desperately struggling and resisting in order not to be drowned.

The body is being torn apart more and more intensely.

The movement of the ghost hand sticking to the body was even rougher.

And the speed of ghost fungus coverage is also faster.

When the intensity of the struggle reached a certain level, the corpse stretched out its limbs and froze, returning to calm again.

But at the next moment, with a "hiss——", the entire yellow paper was torn in half from the middle, and a cloudy, bloodshot eyeball popped out of it.

"Crunch, crunch—"

The sound of the bones being oppressed sounded again, and the corpse that had been silent for a long time suddenly sat up from the ground.

The yellow paper that had been soaked in blood and corpse water was torn in half and dropped aside.

At the same time, a pair of eyes without the slightest emotion looked around quietly. This numb face seemed to have lost all human emotions, like a ghost who came to reality from hell.

"Am I still alive?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and Wen Zhong looked down at his body, which was exactly the same as before, with some changes, but it seemed that it hadn't changed.

From the outside, his skin has become darker and darker, but if you feel it carefully, you will find that his current body is completely composed of ghost fungi, at least his skin is like this.

The ghost hands hung down on both sides of his body very quietly, and the ghost pupils inlaid in the wound between the eyebrows did not have the restlessness of the past, and quietly followed his will to look at the surrounding environment.

Wen Zhong's current state is very good, it can't even be described as good, even if he was resurrected after using a guillotine, it can't catch up with his current wonderful state.

"The current state is much stronger than the balance of pure spirituality. Even if I control four ghosts before, there is still a risk of the ghosts recovering, but now."

Not only the ghost fungus, but also the ghost hand, and even the ghost pupil, he doesn't have to worry about the recovery of the ghost at all now.

This is a stronger and more thorough spiritual conflict.

He felt that his current state could be called - crash.

Of course, this state also has flaws, for example, there is still a faint smell of corpses on his body, aside from these irreversible factors, the other parts make him very satisfied.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong looked at the yellow letter paper that had fallen beside him.

The previous guess about this piece of yellow letter paper was wrong. He was able to reach the dead state probably because of this piece of yellow paper. Otherwise, he would have achieved it long ago when he came back to life in Daan City.

Looking at it now, the three generations of the Ye family had concealed something from him about the efficacy of this Hades sticker. At least the ghost master would definitely not die if he got this Hades sticker.

"Now is not the time to think about these things. What about that vampire, he must have killed No. [-]." Wen Zhong ignored the sound of the bones being oppressed, and forced himself to stand up.

Then he looked around, there was nothing in the cemetery, the old grave had been restored to the way it was when he first came here, and the vampire holding the big knife naturally disappeared.

Before Wen Zhong was wrapped in this yellow paper letter, he saw No. [-] being attacked by a ghost hidden in the cemetery, and now that the other party has disappeared, it is probably too bad.

At this time, the sky suddenly began to rain.

Wen Zhong looked up and saw a dark cloud covering the whole Baiyang Village.

(End of this chapter)