The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 242 The Finale Comes to an End
In an instant, Wen Zhong seemed to see countless sword lights, spreading from the past to the present, trying to dismember him alive.

At this moment, Wen Zhong had to admit that he was no longer Su Changguang's opponent.

The gap between him and an old monster who has lived since the early days of the Republic of China is too great. It is too big to be made up by a guillotine or a ghost forest.

The light of the sword was about to spread to his body, and Wen Zhong seemed to have seen the end of himself being dismembered by the sword.

But, the next moment.

The moment the knife light touched his body, it suddenly dissipated, all the terrible abnormalities completely subsided, and the surroundings returned to silence. Su Changguang, who had been standing not far away, also fell to the ground.

"What's the situation?" Wen Zhong looked at Su Changguang who fell to the ground in surprise.

It was obvious that the other party had pushed him to a desperate situation, but at this moment, he fell to the ground and his life and death were unknown.

Facing the abnormal situation in front of him, Wen Zhong was not careless, but walked around behind Su Changguang more cautiously, observing the other party's state carefully.

At this moment, the opponent's body exuded a rancid smell that would only come after a corpse had been left alone for several days, which even overwhelmed the bloody smell wafting from the machete and the old grave.

This rancid smell made people frown. Anyone who looked at it would think that the old man in front of him was dead.

"How is this possible? He died at this time. Is it because of the excessive use of the ghost's power?" Wen Zhong sighed. He obviously took his life but felt a little awkward.

However, right now is not the time to care about this.

Although Su Changguang is dead, Wen Zhong, the supernatural weapon in his hand, will not touch it easily for the time being. He will make another plan after he finds a way to return to reality.

Wen Zhong walked towards the old grave where Wang Muyou was imprisoned, and was going to fish him out of the old grave first. No one could stand being held in this kind of place for a long time.

However, this time, Wen Zhong actually felt that he was in a good condition after fighting with a ghost master of this level, and he didn't feel the restlessness of the ghost's recovery when the situation was exhausted.

This state is very strange. Although it is not as good as this old monster from the Republic of China period, it has an overwhelming advantage in the face of ordinary ghost masters. At least it will not recover. It has crushed most ghost masters. the ones.

Walking to the grave, Wang Muyou was lying quietly in the old grave, his limbs and torso showed a strange twist, his whole body was like a piece of sticky cake that had been beaten repeatedly.

"That old thing is quite heavy."

Wen Zhong looked at Wang Muyou's heaving chest, knew that Wang Muyou was still alive, and was about to fish him out of the grave, but a series of coughing sounds came from behind him.

"Ahem, cough, young man, where are you going?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind, and Wen Zhong immediately turned his head to look behind him, only to see the wrinkled Su Changguang staring at him expressionlessly.

It's just that his body no longer has that horrible feeling before, and what's left is weakness and endless decay.

Wen Zhong frowned when he saw this, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Su Changguang.

"I won't attack you again. As expected, attacking a person whose life is still alive is harmful to heaven." The old man sighed slightly and said, "The current Baiyang Village can't be restored to balance just by you alone. , let's go."

"What do you mean?" Wen Zhong asked.

"You're just pretending to die. Now go to the ghost pond and return to reality. You may still be saved." The old man said lightly: "But this little young man is dead, he is indeed dead."

Wen Zhong glanced at Wang Muyou when he heard the words. He had observed with ghost pupils before, and his current state was indeed not much different from a corpse.

But if it is said that Wang Muyou is dead, Wen Zhong still doesn't believe it. After all, being overly eroded by spirits may also lead to such a state, which cannot be used as a basis.

Su Changguang didn't care what Wen Zhong thought, and continued, "There are only two ways to reach this supernatural place."

"One is to die within the scope of Baiyang Village, because the dead will be automatically absorbed into this spiritual place, and the other is to bury yourself in this cemetery, so that your state is close to that of the dead."

"The first method is not a secret, and many people know it, but the second method is a secret known only to the head of Baiyang Village. You are a strange person who came here through the second method, so you have the ability to live Possibility of going back."

Wen Zhong was shocked when he heard the words, he had indeed lost consciousness in this cemetery, and it turned out that it was at that time that he entered this supernatural place by mistake.

"Little son, let's go. When you are old, even if you have been eroded by spirits into such a ghostly appearance, you still have a soft heart." Su Changguang smiled self-deprecatingly, and then he picked up the lantern on the ground and turned towards Wen Zhong. come.

To be precise, he was walking towards the old grave where Wang Muyou was imprisoned.

"This young man surnamed Wang can stay here with me. The dead cannot be brought back to life. You should have already seen it." Su Changguang paused and said, "If you can meet a woman named Su Yue, please help me." I told her that grandpa didn't blame her."

Wen Zhong was taken aback, he remembered that number four's name was Su Yue.

"Little offspring, don't forget what you are here for. This Baiyang Village will only be explored when you have the ability in the future."

Saying that, Su Changguang waved his hand, fished out Wang Muyou's broken body from the crack in the old grave, and limped towards the depths of the cemetery with a dim portable lamp.

half an hour.

Wen Zhong felt that the cold light rain was about to stop.

Taking a last look at the cemetery behind him, he rushed towards the pool in the back mountain without hesitation.

I saw a deep gray light flying towards the water pool in the back mountain at an unimaginable speed in mid-air, and he didn't care about the possibility of disturbing other strange existences here.

In that gray light, a silhouette of a human can be vaguely seen, and its speed is so fast that it is about to break through the sound barrier.

In an instant, Wen Zhong came to the pool in the back mountain. The place was still extremely cold, and there was a chill, and the rainwater kept splashing in the pool, causing ripples.

"Is it possible to return to reality from here? What should I do? Should I just swim back from here?"

Wen Zhong looked at the pool, it was obviously not deep, but he had a strange illusion, as if it was connected to another world.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps beside him, and then a man with a mask on his face appeared in Wen Zhong's sight. After seeing Wen Zhong, he took the initiative to say hello.

And a familiar number was engraved on his mask—two.

(End of this chapter)