Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

"No. 037! Calm down! Calm down!"

"Keep your sanity!"

"We have found the injection!"

A voice full of panic and anxiety came.

Zuo Yang stepped on the brake and the car stopped in front of the hospital gate.

He took out the military telescope he had used for observation from his bag and looked in the direction of the hospital.

In the lobby of the hospital, at the window of the medicine dispenser.

Several people in black uniforms were panicking around a man at this moment.

The man was naked from the waist up, squatting on the ground with his face covered.

His back was not as strong as a man's, but was slender and white.

The view of the military telescope was very clear.

Zuo Yang could clearly see that the man's hair was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Short hair became long hair, and the long hair dragged on the ground.

The hair seemed to have been injected with a hair growth accelerator and grew desperately.

As the hair grew, the man's back became smoother and thinner, and even his chest had a faint bulging outline.

"Medicine~Medicine~"

The man screamed, but Zuo Yang heard a woman's scream.

"No. 037! You must stay awake, we will give you an injection right now!"

A man in black comforted him and was about to step forward with a syringe.

He just wiped the man's back with a cotton ball, and the man's long hair immediately twisted and moved without wind!

"Swish~"

The black hair twisted like a black snake and instantly wrapped around the neck of the man in black.

"Dirty man!"

"Don't touch me!"

Another woman's scream came.

The black man's neck was tightened by the black hair.

"Ka Ka Ka~"

The next moment, the black man's neck was crisp, and the whole person was like a puppet that had lost its string, and he collapsed to the ground with his head tilted.

His eyes were full of shock and despair, and the syringe in his hand had not been pushed half a point.

"Dead?"

"Killed by hair?"

Zuo Yang held up a telescope and took in the scene.

He had never thought that hair could kill people?

And in the hospital hall in the distance.

Because of the dead man, the circle of black-clad men surrounding the man couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"037..."

"037..."

A man in black tried to wake the man up.

But the man just covered his face.

Finally!

It seemed that he had reached the limit of his patience!

The big hand covering his hand loosened, and on one side of the face was a rough man with a beard.

On the other side, it was a delicate and fair woman's face!

One male and one female, one soft and one hard, two faces squeezed on one face, weird and inexplicable.

"Why are you still standing there?"

"Find me a skirt! I want to wear a skirt!"

The half of the woman's face screamed, and her black hair flew.

"Yes! Yes!"

With a roar, all the black-clad men ran out of the hall.

They seemed to be familiar with the man's temper.

After running out of the hall, they found a pink skirt in a business car.

"Here... here..."

"Skirt..."

A man in black boldly handed the skirt over.

The half of the woman's face on the man's face just smiled, "Skirt... skirt..."

With a smile, the man was about to put on the skirt.

At this moment!

The other man's face on the face twisted and burst out a scolding!

"Quick! Now! Inject the medicine!"

"Yes! Yes!"

Hearing this, the man in black picked up the injection from the hand of his strangled companion.

"Puchi~"

Without saying a word, the needle pierced the man's smooth back.

The injection pushed, and the woman's face, which was still smiling, suddenly froze, and the pink skirt in her hand fell to the ground.

"Ah!!!"

"You! You! You are so brave!"

Half of the woman's face was twisted, and her almond-shaped eyes looked at the black-clad man who was pushing the injection behind her.

Then!

On the top of the black-clad man's head, hair suddenly grew like mushrooms after rain.

"No! No!!!"

He screamed wildly.

But the hair didn't listen to him and tied to his neck.

"Ka~ka~ka~"

After a while, another black-clad man tilted his head and fell to the ground.

"Crack~Crack~"

After being injected with the injection, the man's back swelled a little inexplicably.

He covered his face again, and after a few painful groans, his voice turned back to that of a man.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"This ghost thing is finally under control!"

For a long time.

The man's body gradually became burly.

When he opened his hand covering his face, the face had completely turned into that of a bearded uncle.

He took off the clothes of the black-clad man lying beside him and put them on his back.

Picking up the pink dress, he yelled at the people around him as if it was a common practice.

"A bunch of trash!"

"Are you still not leaving?”

“Why are you standing there like an idiot?”

“Yes! Yes!”

The group of people saw that the man seemed to have recovered, so they dared to follow him back to the commercial vehicle outside the house.

The car started slowly.

Seeing that the car was about to leave the hospital.

Zuo Yang couldn't help it.

The dress and behavior of the other group of people looked like an organization...

Maybe asking them can tell you something?

Anyway, I have a trump card, so I don't have to be too afraid of the other party's unpredictable heart.

Thinking of this, Zuo Yang honked the horn.

As the horn sounded, the driver in the commercial vehicle looked at Zuo Yang's van with some surprise.

Obviously, he didn't expect that there were other people here.

“Hey!”

“Who are you?”

The front window of the commercial vehicle slowly rolled down, and a man in black looked at Zuo Yang vigilantly.

Zuo Yang also rolled down the window and replied with a kind face.

“Hello!”

“I am a survivor nearby! "

"Can I ask, are you going to leave the city?"

"Survivors?"

Hearing this, the man in black looked Zuo Yang up and down for a long time, muttering, "How dare a survivor run out? Could he be a ghost rider?"

"Click~"

Before he finished speaking.

The back door of the car opened, and the man previously called "037" got out of the car and walked towards Zuo Yang.

"Are you a ghost rider?"

The man narrowed his eyes and stepped forward to look at Zuo Yang carefully.

He didn't seem to be afraid of what Xiang Nan could do to him, and his eyes wished he could see through Zuo Yang.

"Ghost rider?"

"What is that? "

Zuo Yang was confused by the question.

It sounds like the ghost rider seems to be very powerful. Is he a person who controls ghosts?

A superpower like the man who can control other people's hair?

A storm of thoughts went through his mind.

The man stared at Zuo Yang Xiaobai's face for a long time, then looked into his car and shook his head.

"You are not a ghost rider!"

"I can't feel anything else on you."

"However, there is a strong aura of oppression on your chest. Did you bring some magic weapon?"

"No wonder... You drove out alone and it was okay..."

In just a moment, this man called "037" analyzed himself thoroughly.

Zuo Yang listened to his analysis with some fear, and became more and more interested in the so-called "ghost rider".

"That..."

"Excuse me, what exactly is a ghost rider?"

"Humph~ I don't need to explain so much to the scumbag! "

Glancing at Zuo Yang coldly, the man turned and walked towards the business car.

"Hey!"

"Brother! Immortal!"

"Are you going out of town?"

He asked again unwillingly, but this time the man didn't even answer.

The business car started slowly, and the driver said something.

"If you don't want to die, don't follow me!"

"Chichichi~"

The exhaust of the car sprayed away, and Zuo Yang watched them go away helplessly.