Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

"......"

After a long time, the room fell into silence.

But the slime and minced meat on the walls, the ground, and the earthen kang made Zuo Yang frown.

The fourth layer of the nesting dolls is a pink girl doll.

The fourth layer of the ghost baby tumbler is a baby corpse corroded by slime.

Old Mrs. Song has three children, and a girl died young...

Now...

Thinking carefully, I can understand what happened.

"So, that ginger-colored slime... is... an abortion drug?"

"I crawled into the flesh wall world, which means I was also an embryo, and was aborted by the drug?"

"The fourth child, before it was born, was aborted by the drug?"

"......"

The more he thought about it, the uglier Zuo Yang's face looked.

He knew that some people had abortions in the past, and then expelled babies with deformities or broken limbs from their bodies...

"These alone should not be enough to make [Old Lady Song] depressed, right?"

"Maybe..."

"There is another explanation."

"Although I don't know why this place has become like this..."

"But... Nannan is right!"

"For [Old Lady Song], a wedding coffin or a birthday banquet is not a blessing!"

Looking up and silently looking at the "disaster" window paper on the wooden window in the house.

Zuo Yang walked over and took it off.

He took one last look at the messy house, held the window paper tightly, and walked out of the house.

Outside the house, the villagers and the two blood babies were still surrounding the blood coffin.

They were motionless, as if the world outside had been frozen.

Zuo Yang also walked to the front of the Red Pavilion, and no one paid any attention to him, just staring at the blood coffin.

They should not touch the blood coffin due to some kind of system.

In fact, if Zuo Yang wanted to, he could open the coffin lid and let the weirdness in the yard devour Li Xiang.

But he thought about it and didn't do it.

First, he was not sure whether touching the blood coffin would cause public outrage.

Second, Zuo Yang had more important things to experiment with.

Walking around the people in front of the coffin, he looked at the "Fu" character pasted in front of the coffin.

In his mind, the previous video screen flashed inexplicably.

Nannan, just follow the instructions of [Old Lady Song], tear off the "Fu" character and paste the "Huo" character.

For [Old Lady Song] personally, this happy coffin is a disaster!

"So..."

"What if I do what she wants?"

Zuo Yang reached out to tear off the "Fu" character on the coffin.

In an instant!

Everyone's eyes turned to Zuo Yang!

At this moment, there was no living person in the whole yard!

The villagers, whose blush was painted and whose eyes were weird, turned their heads and looked at Zuo Yang coldly.

The big red coffin also turned into a paper coffin.

It seemed that the word "Fu" was the key here.

"Gulu~Gulu~"

The villagers turned into white paper, but the two blood babies did not.

Their throats moved violently, and they were about to spray mucus at Zuo Yang again.

Zuo Yang was quick-witted and removed the word "Fu" with a "hiss", and then pasted the window paper of the word "Huo" on the coffin.

"Buzz~~"

At this moment, the whole [Songjia Village] seemed to tremble for a moment...

"Pa pa pa~"

The sound of firecrackers came again in the air.

"Come, come, come~eat, eat~"

"Everyone, drink~"

"Today is a good day~"

A shout came from his ear, and Zuo Yang looked again. The paper people who were still frozen beside the coffin had disappeared.

Now, all the paper people sat back at the table.

Their eyes were still looking at the red coffin in the yard.

But this time, there was a person standing in front of the coffin!

Yes, it was a person!

This person was also very old, and he was old and frail.

He was lying happily beside the coffin, and was shaking two bamboo poles with his hands hanging.

There were faint silk threads trembling under the two bamboo poles, which were restraining the two smaller paper people to move.

These two paper people were wearing red festive clothes.

A man and a woman looked young, about eight or nine years old.

Under the control of the old man, they knelt down stiffly on their paper knees and got married!

"Hehe~"

"Today is a festive day. The village chief of [Songjia Village], Old Man Song, is not talented. I will show you how to get married with paper figures!"

As the old man spoke, he moved his arms, and the two little paper figures turned their heads towards him.

"Bow to heaven and earth~"

"Creaky~"

The two little paper figures slowly knelt down towards him.

"Good, good~"

"You are worthy of being the village chief with the second most experience in our village after Old Lady Song!"

"The village chief's craftsmanship is beyond words!"

As the bamboo pole was moved, the two little paper figures came to life, as if they were really having a wedding ceremony.

Zuo Yang felt a little weird watching these scenes.

A yard full of paper figures, watching a living person manipulate the paper figures to get married?

That's outrageous!

"This is..."

"Before the banquet, a village chief came? "

Patrolling around the yard, Zuo Yang judged the timeline of the village.

In the ghost cave, it is impossible to define any time and space with common sense, even everything you see.

Perhaps, he was still in [Songjia Village] before the accident in the last second.

The next second, he returned to the ghost cave after the accident.

"Second bow to the parents..."

The shout of the village chief interrupted Zuo Yang's thoughts at the right time.

Seeing that the two little paper people were about to kneel down to everyone in the yard, Zuo Yang's eyes flickered.

Because, he could see that under the red veil of the bride, a childish face was full of resistance and fear.

Her little feet were trembling, as if she wanted to break free from the shackles of the silk thread and escape from marriage.

But...

The thread had already tied her limbs tightly.

"Tick-tick~"

A few drops of strange paper scraps fell from the paper new dripping from under the veil of the mother.

Zuo Yang looked at the little face of the paper bride and felt that it looked familiar.

Taking a step forward, Zuo Yang wanted to help the paper bride cut the silk thread.

"Crack~"

"Crack~"

But the next moment, until Zuo Yang moved his body, he suddenly found that his body was inexplicably stiff!

He tried to twist his body, and then he suddenly became alert!

When did his limbs also get tied with silk threads!

Those silk threads were not white silk threads for performances, but long black mist threads.

The long threads bound each of Zuo Yang's joints.

The end of the long thread was actually in the courtyard above his head.

Looking up, the sky above the Song family courtyard was a dark cloud.

It seemed that a pair of huge hands were controlling themselves with silk threads through the dark clouds!

"Fuck!"

"While I was watching the 'marionette', I also became a controlled puppet? "

Zuo Yang struggled desperately, but he couldn't break the black gas line.

It was as if he was also the helpless paper bride.

"Squeak~Squeak~"

There was a faint sound of struggle under the red coffin.

Zuo Yang looked in the direction of the sound.

The dense black gas mist threads also stretched into the coffin, probably controlling Li Xiang.

In the corner of the courtyard, Liu Yu stood up with a bloody face, and her mouth was completely torn open.

Her eyes were cloudy, and when her grinning mouth opened, there was actually a black lip inside.

It seemed that the "emotional ghost" in her body had completely revived.

But...

Even if the "emotional ghost" was revived!

She was now opening her mouth wide, but her whole body was still tense, hanging by countless black threads!

At this moment, the three ghost controllers were all controlled!