The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 1 Moldy
"Here are the latest horror stories, and here are the most truly weird experiences. This is the bridge between us and the underworld. Leave your horror and horror to me. Welcome to Midnight Talk!"

With the sound of low-pitched music, the old-fashioned radio in Wen Zhong's hand began to blare.

"This radio station is really trendy. I didn't expect that in this day and age, there are still serious people doing midnight radio."

This radio was dug out from the corner of the room by Wen Zhong when he was cleaning the room. He opened it with the attitude of giving it a try. If it still works, maybe he can list it on a second-hand website under the name of "antique", etc. A predestined person.

"Hello, everyone. It's [-]:[-] p.m. Beijing time. Welcome to Midnight Shihua. I am the anchor of this program, He Qi. I will bring you the latest and most true horror stories!"

"The most real horror story? After the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a master." After confirming that there is no problem with the radio, Wen Zhong has no intention of continuing to listen to it.

Seeing the mildew wafting around the room, Wen Zhong sighed, pulled out the two AAA batteries he had embezzled without permission from the radio, and put them back into the TV remote control.

Then he picked up the feather duster that was placed aside, put on a mask and continued to clean the house.

Because of his busy university studies, Wen Zhong hadn't returned to this rental house for more than a week. When he opened the door the day before yesterday, a dark, damp musty smell blew in his face.

At first he thought it was because he hadn't been home for too long, and he didn't take it to heart at all, but he didn't realize something was wrong when he lifted the quilt to go to bed at night.

His bed was actually covered with a layer of gray mold.

At that time, he immediately called the landlord to communicate, but he has not been able to contact the other party until today.

"Or, it's better to sell this old antique radio to recover some losses." He spent three days cleaning up the mold, and felt that his body was about to get moldy.

"Zizi...Zizi...Zizi..."

Suddenly there was a sudden sound of electric current, which startled Wen Zhong.

"This radio, why is it still leaking electricity?"

Wen Zhong frowned. If the radio broke down, its value would be greatly reduced. Just as he was about to violently dismantle and overhaul the radio, the sound of electric current sounded again.

"Zizi...Ghost...Ghosts are coming...Zizi..."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Zhong's face turned pale, not because the radio could speak, but because he remembered that there was no battery in the radio.

"Are you kidding? Could this be a new energy radio?"

Wen Zhong pinched his face fiercely, he kept telling himself that there are no ghosts in this world, all of them are scaring himself.

Thinking of this, he threw the radio into the bedroom, then quickly took off his clothes and ran into the bathroom to take a shower to wash away the bad luck.

After taking a shower in a short while, Wen Zhong's mind calmed down a lot. After drying his hair and cleaning his body, he lay down on the clean sofa in the whole room.

He didn't want to lie down on the bed anymore, because as soon as he lay down, he would think of the overwhelming musty smell. He had been sleeping on the sofa for the past two days.

"It's such a headache. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come back here."

It was time to go back to school tomorrow, and he thought in his heart that if he still couldn't get in touch with the landlord, he might as well borrow a bed in the dormitory for a few days. As for the house, he didn't own it anyway and let the landlord worry about it.

Although Wen Zhong is a native of Da'an City, but because the university he attended was too far away from home, and he was not used to living in a dormitory, he simply rented a hut next to the university to live alone.

At night, Wen Zhong lay on the sofa tossing and turning, but couldn't sleep. He only felt that the smell was getting stronger and stronger. Apart from the cold and damp smell, there was even...a bloody smell.

Wait, the smell of blood?

Wen Zhong frowned slightly, the musty smell was nothing but the smell of blood came out, could it be that the next door was killing chickens?

But the moment his feet stepped on the ground, cold sweat broke out on Wen Zhong's back.

Not right.

With the help of the weak light, Wen Zhong found that his feet were covered with a layer of thin fleece as if he had put on socks, and there was a stench mixed with blood and musty smell coming from the soles of his feet.

Wen Zhong hurriedly picked up the mobile phone placed on the side and took a photo of his feet.

I saw that the familiar flesh color on his feet had disappeared, replaced by gray-white mold, and the mold had a tendency to climb upwards.

what's going on! ?

"Erosion." For some reason, this word appeared in Wen Zhong's mind.

At this moment, the home that was thought to be cleaned suddenly began to fall down with mildew.

Wen Zhong's hand holding the mobile phone trembled, and cold sweat kept sliding down his cheeks. He felt that the mold seemed to be alive, spreading upwards...to his knees...to his thighs...until finally his whole body engulf.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the open flesh caused bursts of severe pain when exposed to the air.

Call the police!Call the police!Wen Zhong yelled frantically in his heart, but the more anxious he became, the more his hands shook, and finally he couldn't even hold the phone, and accidentally dropped it.

"Pa—" the phone fell heavily on the ground, and the bright light on the screen only lasted for a few seconds before being swallowed by the wildly growing mold.

At this time, Wen Zhong found desperately that in this room, starting from the bathroom and along the corridor, everything he could see had been covered by a thick layer of mold.

Is this the end of the world?
A series of unexpected situations made Wen Zhong go crazy.

Wen Zhong could only force himself to calm down, and then he tried to get up, but there was a biting pain from his feet on the ground.

"Hiss!" He grinned and took a few breaths of cool air, trying to relieve the piercing pain, and managed to stabilize his body like this, then he turned his gaze to the bathroom.

The cold, dead mold is still spreading from the bathroom at this time, and these molds are constantly eroding everything around them as if they are alive.

"Water...Is it because there is a problem with the water..." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth, because he was going back to school tomorrow, so he decided to take a good bath tonight, probably because of this that attracted these horrible molds .

The mold had already wrapped his knee, and the severe pain made him feel a little crazy. According to the current rate of erosion, it might not be long before his entire body would be covered by the mold.

Watching his body being eroded by the mold bit by bit, he couldn't do anything about it, only the stench of blood and musty smell irritated his nerves all the time.

"What should I do now, the phone is broken, and my legs have become like this, I guess I can't run far, and the surroundings are too quiet..." Wen Zhong shuddered, he had already thought of the worst The situation, that is, the entire building has been eroded.

If this is the case, what should he do, can he just close his eyes and wait for death?

Just then, a man in uniform downstairs quickly approached the building.

The visitor couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see that his eyes were staring straight at the building, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he only said a word lightly.

"Got you."

(End of this chapter)