Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

[Elevator going up...]

[About to the second floor: Identity Registration Hall.]

In the spacious elevator room, Zuo Yang stared at the buttons on the elevator.

Wow!

There are more than 30 buttons!

And they are clearly divided.

[Third floor: Ghost Control Training Base]

[Fourth floor: Ghost Control Training Dormitory]

[Fifth floor: C Team Activity Base]

[......]

There are so many notes that Zuo Yang can't read them all.

But there is one thing that Zuo Yang is very curious about.

Apart from "dormitory" and "training base", all floors above [25] are marked as [pure-blooded] rest areas.

Until the top floor [30], it is the [Consul General's Office Area].

It seems that this [pure-blooded] is much more noble than the Ghost Control.

"Tsk..."

Pinching his earlobe silently, Zuo Yang's eyes slowly narrowed and his face looked ugly.

"What's wrong? Zuo Yang, are you uncomfortable?"

Liu Sui stood beside Zuo Yang, constantly looking at his face.

"Hehe~ Of course he is uncomfortable!"

"The higher the floor, the more containment metal is arranged. Boy, I really want to stay here and adapt to it!"

Qian Xiangdong teased silently.

He seemed very experienced, with a sigh on his face.

"Oh~ That's right!"

"Zuo Yang... You have to bear it. This place may be more depressing for ghost riders! Sorry, but if you become the captain, you can apply for a separate training floor..."

Liu Sui smiled apologetically, and Zuo Yang looked at her with a puzzled look.

"Aren't you... uncomfortable?"

"No!"

"Why?"

"Hehe~ Because she uses item-type weirdness! She is also... [half-purebred]."

"Ah?"

Suddenly, Qian Xiangdong interrupted silently again.

However, this time there was a lot more emotion in his tone.

"I said... from the beginning. I have been hearing about [pure race], [pure race], what exactly is [pure race]?"

Zuo Yang looked at Qian Xiangdong in confusion, and Qian Xiangdong just opened his mouth.

[Ding Dong~ We are on the second floor! ]

The elevator door slowly opened.

Qian Xiangdong shook his head, "Nothing! You will know... soon!"

"Let's go!"

He took the lead and walked. Outside the elevator exit, there were tall glass everywhere.

I don't know what material these glasses are made of. Once they are gathered together, the feeling of oppression increases rapidly.

The glass is divided into small glass rooms.

Walking forward, a glass room is written with [Information Verification Office].

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Qian Xiangdong stopped here and knocked on the glass door gently.

"Baby~Baby, stop making trouble!"

"I'll accompany you tonight! Call a few ghost charioteers! They have good physical strength!"

"Waste!"

"Okay, baby, I heard that a ghost charioteer from outside just came to the first floor, you should go back quickly!"

"..."

A rather ambiguous and charming voice came from the house, and Zuo Yang frowned.

Qian Xiangdong "coughed" "cough".

"That... [Pureblood] Lord! Following the instructions of the [Consul General] Lord, I brought people here to register the information."

"Got it!"

"Fuck! It's your turn to be a ghost charioteer day by day!"

"Get in!"

A rather irritable voice came, Qian Xiangdong lowered his head and silently pushed open the glass door.

Inside the door, there were two people sitting.

A man in an expensive suit and a woman in a cheongsam.

The woman sat on the man's lap, and the two of them lay together, flirting behind the desk.

"Tell me, who is it?"

The man looked outside the house listlessly, until he saw Liu Sui, his eyes lit up.

"Oh~ it's this one!"

"This is Zuo Yang, the ghost tamer from Jing City. The [Consul General] said to give him the registration information, and..."

"Also apply to form Team D, he is the captain!"

Qian Xiangdong said word by word, and the man raised his eyebrows.

"Oh?"

"From Jing City?"

"It seems that the guy who just caused a commotion is this guy?"

"Apply directly to become the captain? Or is it a newly established one? Boy, you have some skills!"

The man said jokingly, and his eyes moved to Zuo Yang's face.

From beginning to end, his head was raised, and he wanted to look at Zuo Yang with his nose.

Zuo Yang narrowed his eyes, "Okay, what is the process?"

"Simple!"

"Click~"

Pull open the drawer of the desk, and a tablet was taken out from under the table.

The man casually threw the tablet on the table, "Here~ fill it out! After filling in the information, come with me to the planting room to get a sign.What team leader are you? I’m not free today!”

“I’ll apply for you when I’m free someday.” "

He said casually, and Zuo Yang took the tablet silently.

It was nothing more than some basic information such as age, height, weight, etc.

The most important thing was at the bottom.

[Resume], [Ability], [Position].

Zuo Yang frowned. He only wrote [Beijing City Ghost Control Base] for [Resume], and wrote "05" as the number of ghost control for [Position].

As for [Ability].

He thought about it and only wrote [Silk Thread Ghost] and [Mist Ghost].

For this kind of questionnaire, he felt that even if he wrote it, the man would not be interested in reading it.

As for the so-called [Consul General]?

What is his basis?

How do you know your trump card?

It's nothing more than an obedience test!

After writing the information silently, the man glanced at it casually, and as expected, he stuffed the tablet back on the table indifferently.

But the cheongsam woman on him looked at the [Silk Thread Ghost] and rolled her eyes.

"I say, what is the ability of your Silk Thread Ghost? ”

“Make silk thread, control silk thread.”

“Oh...oh? !!!!”

“Baby! It’s him! You said it’s him tonight, okay?”

Hearing this!

The cheongsam woman’s eyes lit up, and the man smiled.

“You can say anything.”

“Hey! Boy, I’m giving you face! 25:03 tonight! Come here! Whatever we say, you do!”

The tone that cannot be refused came, and Zuo Yang looked at him coldly.

“I need to listen to you?”

“Hey! What else?”

“I’m a [pure breed]! Who the hell are you? Ah? Lowly bastard! Do you think you can control a weirdo, so you can be patient?”

It is estimated that no one has ever dared to give a man a cold face. When he saw Zuo Yang refusing with a cold face, he immediately slammed the table and stood up.

“Hey~ Hey hey hey~”

“You two! You two! "

"Calm down! Calm down!"

The room was tense, Qian Xiangdong hurried forward.

Instead of persuading Zuo Yang, he came to the man's side and whispered in his ear: "Sir. Don't bother with him. Let's follow the process. After the next step of planting, will he dare to disobey?"

Qian Xiangdong said with a flattering smile on his face.

The man's face was bright and dark for a while, and finally he squeezed out a smile.

"Okay..."

"You are from Beijing, it's normal to have a temper!"

"Come on! Follow me to the [Planting Room], complete the last step, and you will be ours! "

"Tap tap tap~"

Holding the woman in his arms, the woman also threw a coquettish eye at Zuo Yang.

The man took the lead and walked towards another glass room.

A group of people followed, except Zuo Yang, who had been standing outside the door.

Inside the door, there were syringes and injections filled with liquid medicine.

In each injection, there was a black granular wriggling liquid.

They all looked like living things.

"Come! Come and get an injection!"

"You can be the captain of your D team!"

The man still raised his nose and waved at Zuo Yang, as if calling a dog.

But Zuo Yang's face gradually turned cold, and the temperature around him slowly rose...

"Swish swish swish~"

The black silk thread slowly coiled out of his body, and Zuo Yang's eyes were full of coldness and arrogance.

"Did I say...I need to listen to you? !"