The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 247 The Last Strange
At this moment, Dai Zhibin was leaning against the boulder and twitching non-stop, his chest was like a fully powered blower, heaving up and down crazily, as if trying to throw his heart out.

What's even weirder is that with the ups and downs of his chest, a looming black mist appeared around him, exuding an unpleasant and pungent burnt smell, as if he was facing a crematorium. Burnt corpses.

Dai Zhibin's condition is very poor, it can almost be said that he has only one breath left, and it is even more serious than when he suffered from spiritual erosion before.

He could no longer control the scorched black ghost in his body.

Opening Dai Zhibin's eyelids at this time, one can find that both of his eyeballs have been covered with a layer of scorched yellow. There is no doubt that he is now facing the difficulty of reviving the ghost.

Wen Zhong thought about it, and now there is only one way to save him, and that is to let him control the second ghost here.

But in this way, the problem appeared again.

Where is Wen Zhong going to find a second ghost for him, and it must be able to form a balance with this scorched black ghost.

No matter how you look at it, this is an impossible task.

"Cough cough cough...it hurts..."

At this moment, Dai Zhibin suddenly started to twitch crazily, and even roared in a low voice: "It hurts... Brother Wen... Where are you... I feel so hurt... Sister... Sister... Don't be afraid of brother It's right here...my brother doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt...cough cough cough..."

Dai Zhibin's voice was extremely weak, his eyes were always closed tightly, and at the same time, more and more black mist wrapped around his body, almost dragging Dai Zhibin into the black mist.

Wen Zhong fell into silence again, and now he only needs to use a guillotine to penetrate Dai Zhibin to free him, saving time and effort, and he doesn't have to worry about the risks brought by the ghost's recovery.

The ghost head on the handle of the guillotine was shaking non-stop, as if urging Wen Zhong to make a quick decision.

Finally, he made a decision.

"It's a pity that I don't have a ghost candle anymore, otherwise I wouldn't be so passive. Now let's see if this thing can save you."

As he said that, a puppet with a height of one person appeared in his hand. The carving was very detailed, especially the face, which was even more lifelike. The whole face was covered with roots and hairs of branches.

This is exactly the supernatural item No. [-] used before. This puppet is quite weird. If possible, Wen Zhong would like to keep it for himself to study it slowly.

But right now, there are more suitable places to use it.

"I don't know if No. [-] has left any backhands in this puppet, but I don't care about so much at this time, so I can only try it first, and hope everything goes well."

Wen Zhong placed the puppet on Dai Zhibin's body, and all the black mist that immediately appeared beside Dai Zhibin poured into the puppet. As his chest rose and fell, more and more black mist poured in.

Soon, the whole puppet became scorched black, as if it had been painted with a layer of pitch black tar, emitting an unpleasant burnt smell.

Spirituality began to form a balance, and Dai Zhibin's scorched face also recovered a little blood.

At this moment, the puppet's fingers suddenly moved, very slightly, but it did not escape Wen Zhong's eyes. It may have something to do with No. [-]'s backhand in the puppet.

"boom--"

Wen Zhong raised the guillotine and directly penetrated the puppet, and even Dai Zhibin was pierced by the guillotine.

Of course, Wen Zhong didn't intend to kill Dai Zhibin, he wanted to use the guillotine to help the other party control this weird puppet, no matter who No. [-] left behind, as long as this puppet was controlled by Dai Zhibin, there would be nothing wrong with him.

After the puppet was pierced by the guillotine, it returned to calm again. The black mist slowly eroded the wood-carved skin of the puppet, and an extraordinary balance was being formed between the two.

The screen turns.

In Baiyang Village, Yan Huanchao was preparing to go somewhere along a small road. His body was covered with blood, but his expression was no longer decadent, but rather excited.

Suddenly, he felt as if something was piercing through his chest, and a sharp pain came, as if to tear his whole body into two halves.

"Hiss~huh~ What did No. [-] want to dismember that puppet when he had nothing to do? No, why didn't I feel the existence of that puppet at all? What did he do?"

Yan Huanchao's two eyeballs turned blood red, and he turned his gaze to the direction of the back mountain. After a while, he stood up from the ground again.

"Forget it, wait until the next place and then play with him slowly. Good things should be saved until the end to enjoy slowly, hahaha."

Yan Huanchao smiled maniacally, and took a closer look at the license plate covered in dirt in his hand, which looked exactly the same as the one in Wen Zhong's hand.

After Wanwan discovered his emotions and calmed down, he clenched the license plate in his hand and continued walking along the path.

At this moment, at the edge of the pool in the back mountain of Baiyang Village.

Dai Zhibin's spiritual balance began to come to an end, a strong smell of burning and corpses filled the side of the pool, and the painful wailing that had been ringing out before had completely subsided.

Dai Zhibin was lying weakly on the ground, with a strange wooden puppet on his body. Looking closely, the puppet's face was somewhat similar to Dai Zhibin's.

Wen Zhong stood aside and watched all this quietly, the guillotine had been put away by him, and he no longer needed it for assistance.

On the way, Dai Zhibin stopped breathing several times and even started to vomit blood, but in the end he managed to carry the puppet, and regained the spiritual balance.

Dai Zhibin was lying on the ground panting heavily, his eyes slightly opened, and he raised his head with great effort as if he wanted to say something.

"Don't talk, your current state has not fully recovered, and the ghost you are driving may recover at any time, you should take a good rest, don't worry about it now." Wen Zhong said.

Hearing this, Dai Zhibin nodded his head laboriously, and lay down again. His body is too weak now, and he seems to be suffering from a serious illness, with a severe overdraft.

Wen Zhong knew that Dai Zhibin still needed some time to adapt to the new supernatural power. It was impossible to use this puppet as freely as No. [-] in a short time, and the way No. [-] used this puppet was not quite the same as his Same.

The other party seemed to be using this puppet as a supernatural item, rather than controlling it as a ghost. I don't know if there is any difference or hidden danger in this.

"Let me take a little rest too. Mental fatigue can't be recovered all at once."

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong sat down leaning on a stone, closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.

(End of this chapter)