Mysterious resurrection, something's wrong with this guy.

Chapter 58 All Ghost Masters are Old Six

"Foolish young man, trying to play such petty tricks on me? You're still too green."

Ripples spread across the space around Luo Wensong, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The figure was none other than clone number 1. It turned out he hadn't died; his true form had been hiding underground all along and had never come out. However, he overlooked one thing: once Luo Wensong unleashed the Ghost Realm, he had no way to hide, and his plan to ambush Luo Wensong had failed.

He looked at Luo Wensong blankly, but in that moment of distraction, Luo Wensong raised his hand and struck him hard on the forehead.

With no way to avoid it, he could only raise his hands and clap rapidly to resist Luo Wensong's supernatural attack.

The ghostly clapping was activated, and although it was more powerful than the previous clone's supernatural power, it still couldn't affect Luo Wensong. The withered hand was already within reach.

As the hand gradually enlarged in his line of sight, the number one clone couldn't help but show fear in his eyes, and his mouth involuntarily opened wide.

"Ah~!..."

A terrified and shrill scream came from his mouth.

This was not a simple scream, but a supernatural attack. The scream echoed in Luo Wensong's ears, and for the first time, Luo Wensong's eyes showed emotion when he looked at the No. 1 clone.

Luo Wensong was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that this seemingly unremarkable young man had a second type of supernatural attack hidden within him, which was also a sound-based supernatural attack.

However, even with two supernatural attacks simultaneously, they still couldn't stop Luo Wensong's hand. His hand had already reached in front of the first clone's forehead. With just a light tap, this young man would surely die.

However, Luo Wensong's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. The young man's hands gripped his falling hand tightly, and he immediately felt a slight chill and tearing sensation.

This was the third supernatural attack. This young man actually possessed three kinds of supernatural abilities. Luo Wensong's eyes showed a hint of surprise. He never expected that he had misjudged him. This young man was quite capable. Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Foolish young man! You're courting death!"

Luo Wensong calmly withdrew his hand, but the No. 1 clone still held his hands in a clenched position, his body stiff and standing motionless. However, his hands were quickly covered with lividity, and in the blink of an eye, the lividity covered his entire body. His eyes became lifeless and numb, and countless tiny cracks appeared on his monocle.

He was dead. This time he was truly dead, no longer a ghost slave clone. The moment his hand touched Luo Wensong's hand, he suffered a fatal supernatural attack. The corpse spot curse on Luo Wensong's body was even more terrifying than the knocking sound. Just a touch triggered a fatal supernatural attack.

Luo Wensong raised his hand again, as if afraid that the No. 1 clone was not completely dead and would attack again. He raised his hand again and struck the No. 1 clone.

However, Luo Wensong's target was not the forehead of the first clone, but the monocle with cracks on its eye socket.

This monocle is a supernatural item. Luo Wensong just witnessed his clone collect the Ghost Gate into the monocle. Now that the person is dead, the item still needs to be retrieved.

Luo Wensong slammed his hand heavily on the monocle, and the already cracked monocle shattered instantly from this terrifying supernatural attack.

Thump thump thump...

A dull, oppressive chime suddenly rang out all around. In the instant the monocle shattered, a flash of eerie light appeared, and a pitch-black ghost bell emerged without warning, landing right in front of Luo Wensong, its mouth pointing directly at him. Suddenly, more than a dozen corpses were scattered around, all of them exploding open.

As soon as the ghost bell appeared, a terrifying supernatural attack erupted. Luo Wensong, who was caught off guard, was hit squarely. His body suddenly became stiff and sluggish, and all the supernatural forces in his body resisted the terrifying bell.

This ghost bell was hidden in a supernatural medium and was struck continuously by more than a dozen ghost servant clones at the same time. The supernatural power had accumulated to an unimaginable level, and when it suddenly erupted, even Luo Wensong could not completely resist it. The man and the ghost were caught in a brief stalemate.

But at that moment, dozens of pale, dead hands suddenly emerged from the ground and grabbed Luo Wensong.

Luo Wensong never expected that there were so many things hidden underground. He had clearly only seen that young man hiding down there when he used the Ghost Realm to check. Where did these dead hands come from?

These sudden, dead hands gripped Luo Wensong's body tightly, instantly rendering him unable to move. His body became completely stiff, and even the light in his eyes quickly faded.

But that wasn't all. The ghostly hand that had been invisible suddenly appeared out of thin air behind Luo Wensong's head. This ghostly hand ignored distance and all obstacles, and so strangely reached into Luo Wensong's head.

The ghostly hand stirred and groped inside Luo Wensong's head, eventually prying out a transparent, unidentified object. Then, it squeezed it hard, completely crushing the object.

Instantly, the light in Luo Wensong's eyes vanished completely, his old face became numb, and his eyes became empty and lifeless.

He died, killed by this insignificant young man who had no ghostly aura whatsoever.

He had anticipated the supernatural abilities of Su Qin, unaware that Su Qin had long known about his supernatural characteristics. He also never imagined that the person he killed was merely an avatar, let alone that this young man would use him as bait to set up a series of traps, leading to his ignominious and hasty death.

Su Qin's head emerged from the soil, and his body gradually emerged. He was still holding a monocle made of glass in his hand. He gently squeezed it, and the monocle shattered, turning into a wisp of light that merged into the monocle on his eye socket.

A slight smile played on his lips, and his eyes, fixed on Luo Wensong's body, radiated a joyful expression.

"You greedy, calculating ghost who loves to weigh others, you probably never dreamed you'd fall into my hands! The strength of the supernatural isn't the standard for measuring a ghost tamer. In the end, people have to rely on their brains. You'd better be more careful in your next life."

"Coming here cost me all my clones; it would be a huge waste not to turn you into one."

Su Qin's clones have all died. Originally, there were only forty-odd clones left. When the Ghost Bell supernatural eruption occurred, it killed more than a dozen of them. If he hadn't been prepared in advance, he would have been affected by the monocle that his clone number 1 had buried underground with the rest of his clones.

While attacking Luo Wensong, the last thirty-odd clones were also subjected to a fatal attack by the supernatural corpse spots. All the clones died. If Su Qin hadn't used the Ghost Hand and avoided physical contact with Luo Wensong, he too would have met his end.

"This Luo Wensong is really terrifying. Even after dismembering most of the supernatural beings in his body, the three ghosts left are still terrifying. No wonder Yang Jian didn't dare to confront him head-on after becoming the captain."

But from this moment on, you will be a part of me.

Luo Wensong has three A-level vengeful ghosts on his body. These are three types of supernatural beings that will surely kill you. If Su Qin chooses to confront them head-on, even if he uses all his supernatural abilities, he will definitely die a terrible death. If such a terrifying ghost master were to create an clone, he would become one of the few among the new generation of ghost masters.

Moreover, Luo Wensong also possesses the Ghost Realm, a supernatural power that Su Qin had long coveted, and now he finally has it.

Su Qin reached into his head and pulled out a large mass of consciousness. He paid special attention to the three ghosts inside Luo Wensong's body. This time, he took out more consciousness than he had ever created in his clones, almost reaching his limit, in order to ensure that he could successfully control Luo Wensong's corpse.

He walked step by step toward Luo Wensong's corpse, and slowly pressed the consciousness's hand toward Luo Wensong's head.

However, just as he was about to place his consciousness into Luo Wensong's head, he was shocked to find that the three supernatural medium lines wrapped around Luo Wensong's body were writhing strangely. Gradually, it seemed that something terrifying was pulling these medium lines back into the Ghost Post Office from the other end.

Su Qin froze on the spot, completely bewildered. What on earth had happened? The supernatural medium had been pulled back to the Ghost Post Office, but what about the supernatural entity within Luo Wensong's body? Did it still exist?

Su Qin didn't believe that the being hiding in the post office had simply taken away these supernatural medium threads; it must have done something to Luo Wensong's corpse.

Su Qin withdrew the hand that was holding the consciousness, and at the same time, he manipulated the ghost hand to reach out to Luo Wensong's corpse, groping back and forth inside his body.

Su Qin's face grew increasingly grim, as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

"Damn! This is a huge loss. What use is a corpse to me?"

There was no supernatural power in Luo Wensong's body, and even the lividity on his body had disappeared. All the supernatural power in his body had been taken away by some being in the Ghost Post Office.

Suddenly, Su Qin felt a sense of unease, as if he were being watched. The ghost skeleton's killing pattern had been triggered. Someone was watching him. He turned his head sharply and looked towards the source of the voyeurism through the ghost skeleton's supernatural medium.

Instantly, Su Qin couldn't help but tremble all over, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were fixed on the window on the top floor of the Ghost Post Office.

Standing in front of the window on the top floor of the post office was an old man who was as thin as a rake. He was wearing a long jumpsuit from the Republican era, and his face was covered with lividity. He was staring at Su Qin with a calm expression.

The old man was indeed Luo Wensong, but if he was Luo Wensong, then who was this corpse? Su Qin glanced at the corpse beside him out of the corner of his eye. The corpse's clothes and appearance were exactly the same as the old man standing at the window, as if they were copied and pasted.

"Damn! How could I forget such important information? If Zhang Xianguang can create supernatural clones through the Ghost Post Office, how could Luo Wensong, the founder of the post office, not be able to? He'll probably only go even further than Zhang Xianguang."

All that effort was for nothing.