Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

Chapter 149

Haunted house.

When these two words are mentioned, most people can instantly associate it with weirdness.

Going to check out the haunted house, you may indeed find something strange and weird.

Chu Gang called out.

A group of people followed behind to see.

[Haunted house].

To say this haunted house is also very strange.

There is no fancy decoration, just two big words sprayed with black spray paint on the door.

It is really minimalist to the point of being scary.

Zuo Yang looked up at the facade of the [haunted house]. What caught his attention was that there was a blurred "1" sprayed on the door of the [haunted house].

If you look closely, it actually says "1 haunted house".

"This haunted house..."

"We checked it too..."

"Nothing, just a small room inside!"

Wei Changsheng introduced.

Chu Gang ignored him and kicked the door of the haunted house.

"Bang!"

The door bounced open.

The cramped scene inside came into view.

It was just a small empty house of about 30 square meters, with a few mirrors hanging in the house.

Apart from that, there was nothing else!

"Ouch?"

"You call this a haunted house?"

Bai Xu walked around the house suspiciously, and there were indeed only these in the house.

Others looked at it with some lack of interest.

Then, the initial vigilance was diluted by the successive ordinariness.

"I've said it all."

"There's really nothing here..."

"Go to rest tonight? We'll check it out tomorrow?"

Wei Changsheng reminded him again, and no one refused this time.

Walking back along the way they came, Zuo Yang carefully looked at the situation in other areas.

It was a very ordinary residential area, and occasionally some people in the house could be seen looking up at them.

However, the eyes of those who stuck their heads out to look were gray and without light.

"Maybe..."

"Is it because I've been locked up here for too long and have become numb?"

Thinking this way, Zuo Yang followed Wei Changsheng to a small villa.

"Everyone!"

"This is my home!"

"I've asked my wife to prepare dinner in advance!"

He said respectfully and hurriedly opened the door of the villa.

In the villa, there was a large dining room in front of it.

Under the bright light, two children, four or five years old, were sitting at the dining table, with their little feet dangling under the table.

Beside the children, a woman with a delicate face stood by and waited very politely.

"Please!"

Wei Changsheng greeted.

The four of them were not polite and walked to the dining table one after another and sat down.

On the dining table, there was a steaming hot pot.

Wei Changsheng smiled a little embarrassedly, "Everyone has come from afar, and this is the best we can provide here."

"It's okay!"

"As long as there is something to eat!"

"I guess all the supermarkets here are going to be emptied by you, right? This meal, although it looks shabby, is probably considered a luxury, right?"

Although Chu Gang has a foul mouth, he is surprisingly polite when looking at the children at the table.

"Hehe~"

"Master Ghost Rider is really good at talking, eat it! While it's hot!"

"Uncle Wei, you eat too~"

Seeing that Wei Changsheng's family was still polite, Chu Rou urged.

"Okay~Okay~"

"Then we'll eat too."

"Dabao, Erbao, Xiaohui, come here~"

Suddenly, Wei Changsheng called out.

The family of four actually gathered together and hugged in a circle.

Wei Changsheng kissed his wife's forehead, and the children kissed their mother's head.

Then, the family came to the table and started eating.

"Hey~ I think your family's pre-meal ritual is quite loving!"

Bai Xu tutted his lips, Wei Changsheng smiled, and didn't say much.

Zuo Yang ate his meal, looking at Wei Changsheng's family from time to time.

His two children were no longer dead as those outsiders, and there was a bright glow in their eyes.

"Could it be that this family is optimistic?"

He ate his meal without knowing why.

This meal was harmonious and plain.

After the meal, several people went into the room arranged by Wei Changsheng one after another.

Midnight was approaching, and the lights were turned off and they went to bed.

It looked like an ordinary life.

Zuo Yang buried his head in the quilt, trying to communicate with the "ghost face sore".

"Hey! Hey!"

He pulled the human face pattern on his neck, but there was still no response.

However, if the mind is focused and wants to use the ability of "invalidation", the face of "Ghost Face Sore" will still move.

The ability is there, but the intelligence of "Ghost Face Sore" seems to be deprived.

After trying for a while, until he heard Bai Xu's snoring in the next room, Zuo Yang's eyelids were fighting, and he also wanted to fall asleep."Dad~Dad~"

Suddenly!

A tiny voice came from outside the house.

"What's wrong?"

"Dad~Dad~hungry...not full..."

A tender voice came, and Zuo Yang knew without thinking that it was Wei Changsheng's two children.

"Hungry?"

"Be patient."

"Wait until Dad's friends are done, and you can eat your fill."

"No~no~"

"Hungry!"

A coquettish voice came, and Zuo Yang couldn't help but sigh.

Indeed.

The original family's rations were divided by four extra people, and it was indeed a bit too much.

Just when Zuo Yang felt a little apologetic.

"Then...Dad will take you to eat a little..."

"Remember, don't make any noise..."

"Okay..."

"Squeak~"

The door next door was pushed open, and Zuo Yang frowned.

"What? Could it be that his family's food reserves are placed in Bai Xu's room?"

Puzzled.

The "tap tap" footsteps came out of Bai Xu's room and passed through the rooms of the Chu family brothers and sisters one after another.

Finally, Zuo Yang's door was pushed open.

Three figures walked in slowly.

Zuo Yang remained silent, only feeling that a little guy was approaching him, and then put his head close to him, as if he wanted to get close to Zuo Yang.

"Hey!"

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, Zuo Yang shouted.

"Click~"

The lights in the room turned on.

Two children were lying on Zuo Yang's bed, stretching their little heads to look at Zuo Yang.

"Brother... stick..."

The childish face was full of innocence.

Zuo Yang squinted at them, and finally looked at Wei Changsheng in the corner.

He was taking out a bag of milk powder from under the bed.

"Uh... this..."

"Master Ghost Rider, I'm sorry..."