The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 235 Confrontation and Change

Under the double supernatural protection of the Laughing Ghost and Ghost Pattern, Wang Muyou escaped again, but he knew very well that this kind of protection would not last long.

The flayed arm had left a bright red handprint indentation on his neck, and he had no doubt that any longer pinching by that palm would have wrung his neck off.

The one who did it just now was definitely the source ghost hidden in this residential house, and the supernatural power derived from the ghost was not enough to suppress the two ghosts in his body.

At this moment, the spiritual balance has been broken. If Wang Muyou continues to stay here, he will only die.

He looked at the surrounding walls flickeringly, and a bad guess emerged in his heart.

"The entire residential area has been blocked by the flesh of this ghost, damn it, am I in the body of this ghost right now?"

"This diaphragm is equivalent to the stomach of a ghost, and these derived ghosts are the people who were digested by it before, so will my end be the same as them?"

Wang Muyou didn't dare to think about it.

Once the spiritual protection completely fails, he will probably die here, there is absolutely no doubt about it.

"Then what is the law of killing this ghost? Even if you can't get out, you have to find a way to save your life first. No, in this situation, is it meaningful to infer the law of killing the ghost?"

Even though ordinary people can avoid being killed by ghosts with insight into the killing patterns of ghosts, it depends on the situation.

If he hadn't been eaten into his body by the ghost before, he could certainly avoid this situation by gaining insight into the ghost's killing patterns, but now, I'm afraid it's meaningless.

He tried his best to keep calm, but in the face of this unsolvable situation, he still inevitably felt a little panic and fear.

At this moment, the surrounding flesh walls began to move slowly, just as he said, this is the inside of Li Gui's body, to be precise, Li Gui's stomach, which has begun to gradually shrink towards the center.

The sense of oppression became more and more intense, and if it wasn't for the fact that the spiritual protection was still in effect, he had no doubt that he would be squeezed to death by this sense of oppression.

It was as if a living person was trapped in quicksand, and every bone in his body made a "creak, creak—" sound.

At this moment, the entire residence was squeezed and deformed. He only felt that he had an illusion. The fleshy wall of the living room was squeezed repeatedly, like a skinned blood corpse moving its body.

This was not an illusion, and soon the whole living room became flat, and Wang Muyou was squeezed into the group of spawned ghosts.

The next moment, these ghosts made of meat all raised their heads, staring at Wang Muyou with hollow faces, as if they were looking at a delicious food.

Soon, a Derivative Specter walked over crookedly. He raised his arms and tried to touch Wang Muyou, but stopped when he was still some distance away from his body, and just stopped on the spot without any movement.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw more and more derivative ghosts walking towards him.

They raised their arms one after another, trying to touch Wang Muyou, but without exception, they all stopped the moment they were about to touch his body.

Wang Muyou didn't know how many derivative ghosts there are here, because it's meaningless, and it's already beyond the scope of what he can handle.
This is a dead end with no solution at all. In this case, he can't see any hope at all.

"Did No. [-] also fall like this? Maybe he died relatively easily, ha ha." Wang Muyou didn't even raise the dagger to resist, just stood there and laughed at himself.

He couldn't lift his hand anymore, and the pressure around him almost crushed his body.

The spiritual protection of the Laughing Ghost and the ghost pattern has almost reached its limit, the smile on his face has become more and more distorted, and now it looks more like a different face, and the markings on his face have also become abnormal.

This is a sign of the recovery of the ghosts, whether they were killed by the ghosts around them, or by the ghosts in their own body.

These are Wang Muyou's only two options at present, but no matter which one he chooses, it will be a dead end.

despair.

It was completely surrounded by these spawned ghosts in all directions, and the surrounding was airtight. The body made of pieces of meat kept shaking, and the entire residential house also completed its final contraction.

Now only the hall at the entrance is left in the whole house, and all other places have become thick walls of flesh, and the rancid smell permeates the hall, like a signal of death.

"Wen Zhong, I hope you will succeed, alas."

After a sigh, Wang Muyou closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

Silence, deathly silence.

There was no feeling of being attacked as imagined, and the surroundings were abnormally quiet, only the sound of his own heartbeat and breathing was still ringing.

Just when Wang Muyou was about to open his eyes to see what happened, suddenly, a very familiar voice rang in his ear.

"Give up so early, but it doesn't look like you at all."

Wang Muyou immediately opened his eyes when he heard the words, his eyes were full of surprise, in front of him was a pale, stiff ghost hand covered with corpse spots.

With just a light grasp of this ghost hand, he held his whole body in it. Suddenly, a chill came over him, and his whole body became sober.

Immediately afterwards, the derivative ghosts piled up with pieces of meat all around came towards this pale arm, but at the next moment, these derivative ghosts were all distorted and twisted into a twist.

Seeing this scene, Wang Muyou was relieved a lot, and he did not resist, because the owner of this voice was obviously Wen Zhong.

Although I don't know why he is here, there is no doubt that he is safe now, and these derivative ghosts are not enough to resist the suppression of ghosts and people.

But before Wang Muyou could put his heart back into his stomach completely, the surrounding flesh walls frantically rushed towards Wang Muyou as if they had been stimulated by something, wanting to cut off this ghost hand together.

However, the moment the flesh wall approached, there was a sound of flesh being torn apart, several hideous cracks appeared on the flesh wall, and then several cloudy and gray eyeballs emerged from the wound.

Without any movement, these eyeballs forcibly separated the distance between the flesh arm and Wang Muyou.

next moment.

Turn around.

When Wang Muyou woke up again, he only felt that his face was a little wet. Drops of cold and fine rainwater slapped on his face, awakening his vague consciousness.

Turning his head stiffly, he saw a figure sitting on the muddy ground beside him with his back to him. Looking at the other person's clothes and attire, there was no doubt that he was Wen Zhong.

(End of this chapter)