The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 33
When Wen Zhong was struggling with how to deal with the aftermath of the supernatural incident, Huang Keshang walked towards the villa with Huang Gongming and seven or eight bodyguards, carrying large and small boxes.

"Dad, as for taking so many things?"

Huang Gongming suspected that he might not be his own, because looking around, he was the one carrying the biggest suitcase among the people around him.

"Gong Ming, you still have a lot to learn. You don't need to talk later, you just need to get acquainted in front of the immortal master."

Huang Gongming curled his lips when he heard the words. He originally wanted to sneak back to the Qilin mansion last night, but Huang Keshang kept him under strict guard. Even if he went to the bathroom, he was always accompanied by two bodyguards. stay at home.

After a while, several people came to the front of the villa.

"Gongming, isn't that your friend?" As a person named by Taoist Taiqing, Wen Zhong left a very deep impression on Huang Keshang.

At this time Wen Zhong was standing beside the woods in the courtyard of the villa, in front of him was a deep pit full of "hemp ropes".

He still decided to use the form of cremation to send these people killed by ghosts to their final journey.

"Stop, what are you doing!" An angry shout came from the nearby woods, interrupting Wen Zhong's action of lighting the fire, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Wen Zhong turned his head to see that it was Huang Keshang who was speaking, and beside him were several bodyguards, and Huang Gongming who looked like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Good morning everyone." Wen Zhong greeted Huang Keshang and the others.

"What are you doing here? What about Xiao Hu and Master Xian?" Huang Keshang frowned.

Huang Keshang remembered that there was no such thing as the pit and the rope inside. He moved his nose, only to feel a rancid smell rushing towards his face.

Wen Zhong thought for a while, and said: "Uncle Huang, you don't need to say hello, I'm here to do good things."

What kind of good thing is this?

At this moment, a security guard ran to Huang Keshang's side and whispered something in his ear. Huang Keshang's expression changed, and he pointed at Wen Zhong and said, "You, what did you do to the immortal master and the others!"

It turned out that the four corpses of Daoist Taiqing and the others were still in the middle of the yard, but Wen Zhong had already used the ability of ghosts to screw people back, twisting the corpses of Yiba, Erjiu and Hu Qiu back. As for scaring people.

"I said that the villa was haunted by ghosts, and they were killed by ghosts, do you believe it?"

"President Huang, don't listen to this kid's nonsense." At this time, several bodyguards beside Huang Keshang stepped forward and surrounded Wen Zhong, all of them with big arms and round waists, with murderous expressions on their faces.

Among them, a man dressed like a security captain held a long stick, looked at Wen Zhong vigilantly and said, "I think this kid killed someone and wanted to destroy the corpse!"

"Uncle, what do you mean?" Wen Zhong's expression remained unchanged, "It's hard for me to say that."

"Boy, I advise you to be honest, hurry up and get caught, and confess your crime truthfully." The security captain stared at Wen Zhong with unfriendly eyes, and several people around him were also gearing up, "This way, we can still strive for leniency in the case."

"Are you trying to scare me?"

Hearing this, Huang Keshang frowned, and just about to say something, in the next second, a burst of gray light swept around, and gray-white mold mixed with blood instantly covered the entire courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, several bodyguards surrounding Wen Zhong collapsed to the ground in an instant, like puppets with disconnected strings.

Huang Keshang was a little stunned when he saw this. He studied Fengshui spells painstakingly, and asked himself that he had seen many big scenes, but what happened now?
The next second Wen Zhong appeared in front of him, Huang Keshang subconsciously took two steps back, not mentioning the cold environment around him, he just felt that the eyes of this young man in front of him were too weird, without a trace of color, as if a dead man.

Huang Keshang wanted to yell, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't yell at all. This feeling almost drove him crazy, and his legs suddenly softened and he was about to kneel forward.

"Be careful, Uncle Huang." Seeing this, Wen Zhong stretched out his hand to support Huang Keshang, and withdrew from Huang Quan. After all, he was Huang Gongming's father, so he couldn't go too far.

"Haha...haha...haha..."

Seeing the surrounding scenery gradually return to normal, Huang Keshang panted violently. He only felt that he was dreaming now, having a horrible nightmare.

"You, what did you do?" Huang Keshang came back to his senses after a while.

"It's nothing." Wen Zhong said: "I think it's better to just explain it with your mouth, it's better to let you experience it directly."

Then he beckoned to Huang Gongming, motioned to help Huang Keshang, whose legs were weak, and said, "The villa was indeed haunted yesterday. Daoist Taiqing and the four of them were all killed by ghosts."

"Hiss, could it be that the resentment Lin claimed for his life that Immortal Master Taiqing said?"

"You can understand it this way." Wen Zhong nodded, "The gray light just now is called the ghost domain, which belongs to the ability of ghosts alone. It can hold a space. Because of some accidents, it is now controlled by me."

After Wen Zhong finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the lawn Huang Keshang stepped on turned into an asphalt road in an instant, and turned into a concrete ground in the next moment.

Seeing this, Huang Keshang bent down in surprise. He stroked the ground lightly, then pinched Huang Gongming hard. Hearing Huang Gongming scream "Ouch", he finally confirmed that he was awake and not dreaming. .

"Dad, why are you pinching me all of a sudden." Huang Gongming cried while rubbing his butt.

"Why didn't you say earlier that you actually have this kind of friend?"

"You didn't ask me." You can't blame Huang Gongming, in fact, he only knew that Wen Zhong had this ability.

"How about Uncle Huang, you should believe it now."

Huang Keshang nodded again and again: "I believe it, of course I believe it, but I still want to ask Mr. Wen, have you dealt with that ghost in the end?"

Hearing Huang Keshang's change of address, Wen Zhong didn't care, and replied with a smile: "Of course, now that ghost is packed in a gold box."

It's true to say that, I can't tell him that the ghost is actually on me.

Huang Keshang was startled when he heard the words, pointed to the security guards who fell on the ground and said: "Here, I asked them to transport the box back to the security room, and I also temporarily put the corpses of Immortal Master Taiqing in the freezer over there." Curry."

"In this case, please trouble Uncle Huang to bury Daoist Master Taiqing and his two apprentices in a place with better Fengshui. As for Secretary Hu, you can figure it out yourself, Uncle Huang."

Then, Wen Zhong turned around and pointed to the deep pit and said, "Please trouble Uncle Huang to deal with the ropes in this pit. These are poor people killed by ghosts."

After finishing speaking, he was going to go to the security room to get the box that held the ghost, which is not something that ordinary people can take.

"Wait, Mr. Wen." Seeing that Wen Zhong was about to leave, Huang Keshang hurried forward to stop him.

"Any thing else?"

"Uncle Huang was wrong just now, so Uncle Huang is only apologizing to you on behalf of himself." After speaking, Huang Keshang stuffed a bank card into Wen Zhong's hand, "A little bit of money, the password is eight ones, I hope Mr. Can take more care of the dog."

"Huang Gongming and I have been friends for many years, so you don't need to be so polite, Uncle Huang."

Unable to withstand Huang Keshang's enthusiasm and Huang Gongming's support, Wen Zhong accepted the card after some refusals.

After bidding farewell to the two, he came to the security room. Perhaps Huang Keshang had already greeted them, and Wen Zhong took the box back smoothly.

After finishing all this work, Wen Zhong stood outside the Qilin mansion, touching the satellite phone in his pocket, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

"Now it's just the invitation tonight, whether to go or not..."

(End of this chapter)