Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

"Dong...Dong...Dong..."

The bell sounded again.

Seeing Zuo Yang stubbornly walking away to the right, Qian Xiangdong and Liu Sui looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

In the neatly arranged low houses, the status of the owners of these houses can be seen from the appearance alone.

Starting from the first room, the house is the largest, and the beds inside are all Simmons mattresses.

The second room is second, with a wooden bed and thick scriptures.

The third room is much simpler, with only a small iron bed and a small wooden table.

Finally, the fourth room, Zuo Yang looked at this room and smiled.

There is a line of words written on the wall of this room, and the handwriting is his own!

[Damn... Such a big temple, there are only three people living in it, can you believe it? 】

"Three people..."

"It matches what the information says."

"But what about the countless [snakeheads] in the [prayer room]?"

"Creaky~"

Pushing open the door of the fourth [boarding and lodging room], Zuo Yang tried to get closer to the wall with the words.

Behind him, Qian Xiangdong and Liu Sui looked at each other silently.

Qian Xiangdong made a caressing gesture towards Liu Sui, and Liu Sui frowned slightly, but still nodded.

"Brother Zuo!"

"I... I'm a little scared!"

She stepped forward quickly and wanted to hold Zuo Yang's arm.

"Dong..."

The bell rang only once this time.

Then, it never rang the second and third time.

"Is the bell over?"

"Then... is this place..."

Looking at the wall in a trance, Zuo Yang found that everything around him was changing! ! !

"Ding~Ding~Ding~"

It seemed that the sound of an instrument rang.

"The [Buddhist Hall] will become a steamer... then what will the [Boarding Room] become?!"

Looking around vigilantly.

"Brother Zuo!"

"Zuo Yang!"

Behind him, Qian Xiangdong and Liu Sui seemed to be rushing over!

"Plop~"

Zuo Yang's face darkened as his body was knocked back.

"You guys!!!"

"[Depressed Ghost]!"

With a loud shout, Zuo Yang suddenly stretched out his palm!

"Ah!!!"

Suddenly!

A scream sounded.

"Huh?"

Zuo Yang was stunned, and suddenly another whimper sounded: "Brother Zuo... why did you hit me?"

"Ah?"

The voice was inexplicably familiar, and Zuo Yang hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound.

He was not in a [Boarding Room] at all, but now he was clearly in a ward.

His body was full of instrument tubes, and the "beeping" sound of instruments rang around him.

Snow-white ceiling, snow-white bedsheets, and a pair of snow-white thighs beside him.

"Where... is this?"

Zuo Yang looked around cautiously.

Xia Taohong was standing by the bed.

"Brother Zuo!"

"You've been in a coma for three months! Did you know that?"

Xia Taohong covered her slightly swollen face, and looked at Zuo Yang with anger and surprise.

"What three months?!"

"You don't know? It was after the Ghost Festival! You said you got me pregnant and asked us not to go out. As a result, we found out the next day that a murderer actually lived downstairs from your house!"

"On the night of the Ghost Festival, he knocked on doors and killed people!"

"Fortunately, you were only stabbed in the stomach, and you lost too much blood and were rushed to the hospital!"

"I didn't expect you to wake up today?!"

"What?!!!"

Zuo Yang was stunned.

For a moment, his eyes widened and he doubted himself.

"[Depressed Ghost]! [Cursed Ghost]! [Stealing Ghost]?!"

After trying to call out several times, Zuo Yang collapsed.

Because, there was no response! No response!

"Brother Zuo, do you have a serious brain disease?"

"You hit people and yelled ghosts..."

"I know! Were you scared by the murderer that night? I heard that the murderer disguised himself as an old lady with a doll on his back, and the doll's body was full of detonators!"

"Huh... So scary!"

"..."

Zuo Yang was completely speechless.

So...

[Knocking Ghost] is a murderer? [Firecrackers that explode the human brain] are actually detonators?

I was stabbed in the stomach by the murderer, and everything...what ghost tamer, what Jingshi base, were all my fantasies before I died? !

"No! No!"

"Fake! All fake!"

"Ghost face sore! Ghost face sore!!!"

Pulling the needle tube on his neck, Zuo Yang desperately slapped his neck, but there was nothing there.

Because of the strong pulling, the hole in his neck was spurting blood.

Xia Taohong was shocked!

"Ah! Brother Zuo! ZuoBrother!"

"You're crazy!"

She stood up in a hurry and ran out of the ward in a hurry.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

"Brother Zuo seems to have a mental problem!"

"Da Da Da~"

After the hurried footsteps, a group of medical staff rushed into the ward.

Several attending doctors held Zuo Yang's shoulders and forcibly injected him with sedatives.

Zuo Yang's body gradually became numb and his eyes drooped.

"Well... not bad, so energetic, it means that the body has recovered well!"

"Hey, do you remember your name?"

An attending doctor looked at Zuo Yang curiously, and Zuo Yang said with a dark face: "Zuo Yang."

"Very good!"

"Then tell me, who am I?"

He pulled open his mask and revealed Qian Xiangdong's face.

"You? Qian Xiangdong?"

"Well! Not bad, what do I do? ”

“You are the captain of Team C of the Demon City Ghost Fighter Base!”

“Puchi~”

Qian Xiangdong, who had a serious face, couldn’t help laughing.

“What the hell? Ghost Fighter?”

“Say it again?”

Qian Xiangdong seemed very happy and asked again. Zuo Yang simply stopped talking.

But a male attending beside him was curious and took off his mask.

“Zuo Yang, then tell me, what do I do?”

“You?”

Zuo Yang looked at the voice and his pupils trembled again.

This time, he saw Liu Cha’s face.

“Liu Cha?”

“Hey! Dui Luo!”

“What do you say I do? ”

“You are... the ghost fighter of Jing City...”

“Puchi~”

Another laugh.

“No... Puchi~”

“No, Mr. Zuo, we have been professionally trained, no matter how funny the thing is, we will not laugh. Unless... we can't help it..."

“Puchi~”

After the two men finished speaking, they covered their mouths with their hands, trying to hold back their laughter.

Zuo Yang frowned, "So... are you actually my attending physicians?"

He looked at their chests, where their business cards were hung, [Convalescent Physician: Liu Cha], [Convalescent Physician Director: Qian Xiangdong].

“......”

“Look, aren't you very sober?”

“Ah! I understand, you just woke up and wanted to make a joke, right?”

“Don't be so sure next time!”

After using the stethoscope to carefully examine Zuo Yang's body, Qian Xiangdong nodded.

“Okay! ”

“You are fine now, you can be discharged!”

“Really?”

“Brother Zuo, did you hear that? You can be discharged!”

Xia Taohong beside him said in surprise, and trotted after the doctor to go through the discharge procedures.

Zuo Yang touched his chest and began to connect with the past in his mind.

[Zuo Yang: Hey! Hey! Can anyone hear me in the past?]

“…”

But this time, there was no answer at all!

Looking helplessly out the window of the ward, the sun was shining brightly.

Where… is something strange happening?

“Fuck!”

“Do I really have a fantasy disease? !”