Chapter 350 Asking for help
"The Rakshasa Ghost Rider and I made an agreement that after his death, I would select a suitable person to inherit his spiritual power. And now, he is in Ohara City, and can be considered an elder of Captain Ginko."

Cao Yang said, while estimating in his mind.

"Gu Li should be almost at his limit. If we go too late, we will have to find a way to restrict the Rakshasa ghost. This matter really needs to be handled as soon as possible."

Meanwhile, the Museum of Horror.

"This lamp is really a good thing. Even the ghost things on display are suppressed within the coverage area of ​​the light."

At this time, Zhou Deng was holding the revolving lantern and walking around the third floor of the exhibition hall unscrupulously.

Compared to the first and second floors, the entire third floor seemed exceptionally empty and so quiet that it was even somewhat eerie.

"The really good stuff should all be on this floor. I, Zhou Deng, am not greedy. I will leave as soon as I can get two items."

Zhou Deng muttered to himself, while carefully observing the situation around him.

Soon, his eyes fell on a medium-sized glass display case.

"A chessboard, but no chess pieces. It's probably a defective product."

Zhou Deng shook his head. Although his sixth sense as a ghost told him that this chessboard with its strange appearance and shape was a good thing, he always felt that it was not suitable for him, so he did not want to pay too much attention to it.

"Next next."

The enchanting and eerie blue light illuminated an area of ​​about five meters around. Zhou Deng groped forward cautiously and soon found the second exhibit.

It was an old corpse. Even someone who didn't know much about it like Zhou Deng could easily tell that the corpse was not excavated in modern times, but had a history of at least hundreds of years.

However, even such a corpse from ancient times does not have any signs of decay on its body and is preserved quite well.

Zhou Deng's ear trembled slightly a few times, as if conveying some information.

"Golden Jade Clothes, it's a good thing, you have to find a way to get it."

He was very brave, and with the reaction of the sixth sense ghost at the critical moment, Zhou Deng had already locked onto the golden jade clothes worn by the old corpse.

The rules of the exhibition hall are not complicated, and it can even be said that they are easy to understand. As long as there is sufficient light, these exhibits will instinctively fall into silence.

Of course, the light source refers to supernatural phenomena, not ordinary light, and the revolving lantern can do this perfectly.

At this moment, Zhou Deng moved.

He stretched out a hand, but it went straight through the glass display case and into the interior. Through the blue light, he could vaguely see a round hole on one side of the display case, and the hand was sticking out of the hole.

"Touched!"

Zhou Deng was delighted, but the next second his expression became solemn and serious.

It felt cold, soft and smooth, just like touching a piece of fine silk.

Then, red lines appeared densely on Zhou Deng's palm, and blood oozed out instantly. It was like a cutting machine cutting out rectangular patterns on the palm. The flesh on the palm shrank and necrotized directly, and at the same time, the stench of rotting corpse began to spread.

"Good fellow, he is very fierce."

The scarlet blood spread rapidly, and before Zhou Deng could pull back his hand, his entire arm was completely disabled, skinny, shriveled and black, hanging on his body like a withered branch.

For a moment, Zhou Deng was silent. Losing an arm was not a big problem, he could always steal one from an ordinary person's body, but if he couldn't get this golden jade suit, Zhou Deng would feel uncomfortable all over.

"Damn it, let's fight." Zhou Deng gritted his teeth, took out the strange and cold human skin mask and put it on his face, then took out a box of paint and splashed it on his face at random.

The paint was a dark red, revealing a dead atmosphere mixed with a strong stench of corpse, as if it was made from the oil of a highly decomposed corpse.

The paint on the mask seemed to have life. It began to move on its own and quickly outlined the contours and facial features of a beautiful woman.

"It looks like you're in trouble too, Zhou Deng."

Suddenly, the woman in the painting began to speak.

"Ah Hong, I have no choice. The things in this exhibition hall are all terrifyingly fierce. As the person in charge of the headquarters, I, Zhou Deng, naturally cannot let these supernatural objects wander around, right?"

Zhou Deng's dull and suppressed voice came from under the mask.

"How do you want me to help you? You'd better explain it quickly. My situation is quite complicated and I don't have much energy to take care of you."

The woman in the painting was none other than Ah Hong, the head of Dasu City, and at this time she was assisting Li Jun in dealing with the aftermath of the Ghost Lake incident.

"It won't take up much of your time. Just help me redraw the two arms. Without anyone else here, I can't use my abilities."

Zhou Deng replied.

"Remember to give me some of the good things you bring back. Don't say I don't take care of you."

Ah Hong frowned slightly, the facial features and face painted with ghost makeup were quickly melting and collapsing, and the dark red paint gradually flowed towards Zhou Deng's arms.

Soon, a brand new pair of arms appeared, the color looked a little dull and felt unreal.

"Not bad, not bad. Now we can start without any worries."

Zhou Deng moved his new arm with satisfaction. It was flexible, strong, and even a bit powerful. Although he had just lost only one arm, Guizhuang had nourished both of his arms. It was like wearing a layer of sleeves, which could protect him from other spiritual invasions to a certain extent.

In Luocheng City, Wen Zhong and Liu Qi sat on the ground with dejected looks on their faces, gasping for breath. Both of them had painful expressions, and their exposed skin had shown varying degrees of decay.

"It's no use. I fought until the ghost fungus was almost completely revived, but I couldn't get out of this damn place."

Wen Zhongqiang endured the pain, took out a ghost candle from his arms and lit it. The green candlelight barely brought him a little comfort, but only a little.

The ghost candle burns incredibly fast, and it is estimated that it cannot even last three minutes. But Wen Zhong has now run out of tricks and can't think of any more.

"I can rely on the ghost candle to hold on for a while, and it can also temporarily stabilize the balance in my body. Now I can only rely on Captain Lu."

Wen Zhong's expression was somewhat ferocious. Half of his face had been occupied by ghost fungi. The damp, moldy and cold air was spreading everywhere. If it weren't for the ghost candle, Liu Qi even suspected that Wen Zhong might not be able to hold on for ten minutes.

"What should we do with that old man? If we leave him alone, it will be useless even if we have more ghost candles. Ghosts of this level cannot be stopped by ghost candles at all."

Liu Qi's face also looked extremely bad, but due to the particularity of the curse, he transferred part of his supernatural powers to the curse, so his situation was slightly better than Wen Zhong's.

"I can't care about that anymore. Compared to ghosts, I care more about my own life."

Wen Zhong sighed and looked at Lu Zhiwen with a complicated expression.

At this time, Lu Zhiwen was surrounded by an extremely cold aura, and a ghost was invading and gradually occupying his body.

At least in the eyes of Wen Zhong and Liu Qi, Lu Zhiwen did not have much hope, because at this moment the half corpse had occupied most of Lu Zhiwen's body parts, and only in those wooden eyeballs a glimmer of light would occasionally flash.

(End of this chapter)