Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

In the cramped little Zen room, Feng Mengran's eyes widened, looking at Zuo Yang in disbelief.

Wake up, and the home is gone? !

"You, you, you!"

"Don't think you are so powerful that you can spread rumors!"

"Let me tell you, the Jing City Ghost Control Base is such a powerful existence! Do you think it will disappear?"

"This... The main reason is that you and the other top ten ghost controlers have disappeared..."

Zuo Yang calmly told everything that happened.

Feng Mengran didn't believe it at first.

Until he saw Zuo Yang took out the "05" medal and logged into the [Jing City Ghost Control Website] in front of him, he murmured in a daze.

"The base... is really destroyed?"

"Little 11... he... ah~"

He sighed for a long time.

"Fuck! Why am I here? Wasn't I thrown into the [Buddhist Hall]?"

"Fuck! Why am I driving into a wall?"

Suddenly, the other people in the room woke up.

"You! You're done!"

"Lord [Desire Ghost] will kill you all!"

Jingshen yelled.

"Pah!"

The next second, Qian Xiangdong threw a big bag at him!

"What are you barking about?!"

"You! You dare to attack me! Your desire will devour you immediately!"

"I said it!"

"Pah!!!"

Another slap, Jingshen was completely knocked unconscious.

His face flushed, and he looked at Qian Xiangdong in confusion.

"Hey? Why... why are you out of control? Where's my ability?"

"Where's your ability!"

"Squeak, squeak~"

A burst of electricity surged under his feet, and Qian Xiangdong kicked Jingshen in the stomach, and his whole body was instantly electrified and numb.

Although he didn't know what happened.

But Qian Xiangdong knew that it was this person who caused the annihilation of his entire team.

"Ugh~ Ugh~ Ugh~"

Lying on the ground, Jingshen was electrocuted and foamed at the mouth. Qian Xiangdong turned his head to look at Zuo Yang.

"Captain Zuo, what's the situation now?"

"It's okay!"

"The source has been eliminated, and you can do whatever you want with this monk!"

"As for the other monk, he... just take him back to the base and lock him up!"

"Okay!"

Hearing what Zuo Yang said, Qian Xiangdong didn't ask any more questions, and called Lin Chi to pull Jingshen and Jingxin to the back seat of the paper car.

Before getting in the car, Jingxin glanced at Zuo Yang silently, with relief and trance in his eyes.

The [paper car] slowly drove out of the [board and lodging room], and the sky of [Izumo Temple] returned to the blood-red full moon.

The ghost den... disappeared.

"It seems that it is really done!"

"Hey! Captain Zuo, let's go back and report the news first. That... should be your old colleague, right? You can reminisce about the past, we won't bother you!"

Qian Xiangdong sat in the co-pilot seat and glanced at Feng Mengran.

Just kidding!

He didn't want to provoke the top ten ghost controllers of the old generation in Beijing.

As for the keratin taken from Zuo Yang?

That's even more of a joke!

Zuo Yang couldn't even handle it, and there was an extra "09", what's the fun?

No more fun, run away!

"Swish~"

The [paper car] slowly drove into the ghost world and disappeared in the temple.

Zuo Yang silently looked at Feng Mengran behind him. He seemed to have digested it for a long time before he looked at Zuo Yang in a daze.

"Hey! Take me to see the remaining survivors of the base?"

"Okay!"

"But before that, do we have to take someone with us?"

"Oh~ you mean the little monk!"

"Take him with you! At least... from what you said, he should be able to grow up safely in that street..."

When the two of them walked to the well in tacit understanding, the little monk had already woken up.

He stood at the mouth of the well in a daze, looking around.

"Hey!"

"Climb up along the black line!"

"Swish~"

A black line gushed out from Zuo Yang's wrist, and the little monk looked at Zuo Yang at the mouth of the well suspiciously.

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly climbed up along the black line.

"Amitabha..."

"Brother Feng...are all the problems here solved?"

The little monk looked up at the sky, with complicated emotions in his eyes. He only dared to stand silently behind Feng Meng, and seemed to have no feelings for Zuo Yang.

Perhaps, he would never remember everything he had experienced with Zuo Yang.

"Well..."

"Let's go! Both of your masters have been executed!"

"Okay~Brother Feng, where are we going?"

The little monk asked softly.

"Go here!"

Zuo Yang took out a ball of "mud" from his arms, and the "mud" quickly twisted and deformed, stretching out a mirror.

"Let's go?"Zuo Yang walked into the mirror first, causing ripples on the mirror surface.

Feng Mengran and the little monk looked curious and followed him in.

In the [Fog Forest].

Zuo Yang first looked at Zhou Yang and the others' movements.

In the lake area, across the wooden bridge, the building that had flickered before appeared again.

"It seems that it is not an illusion..."

"I have to go and see it when I have time!"

Without paying attention to the situation over there for the time being, Zuo Yang opened the [Ghost Mirror] at the node of [Puning Street].

"Buzz~"

The next moment!

The three appeared at the entrance of the street.

Zuo Yang used his mobile phone to call Liu Cha and the others to come out to meet the guests.

The entrance of the street was already full of people at this moment.

Led by Liu Cha, the remaining ghost masters in Jing City all stood on both sides of the street, looking at Feng Mengran with strangeness and awe.

"That's... Old 09?"

"It is said that he is an older generation who is more powerful than Mr. 01?"

"He looks quite young!"

A noisy discussion sounded, Feng Mengran glanced at the group of people, and sighed for some reason.

"The once glorious [Beijing City Ghost Control Base]... is it... only these left?"

"Ah..."

"I don't know what happened to the other old ghost controlers..."

Standing at the street entrance, Feng Mengran couldn't let it go for a long time.

Zuo Yang glanced at him, "Hey! What are you going to do in the future?"

"What? What else can I do?"

"How about... you come to [Demon City Ghost Control Base] and be my deputy team leader?"

Zuo Yang tentatively extended an olive branch.

To be honest, he felt that Feng Mengran's ability was not only suitable for being a teammate, but also for digging out the secrets of other people's dreams.

Perhaps, he could use Feng Mengran's power to figure out everything about the [Demon City Ghost Control Base].

"Oh? You want me to be your vice-captain?"

Feng Mengran raised his lips when he heard this.

"No?"

"It sounds interesting..."

"But... these people are Xiao 11's hard work after all? Now that he's gone... I, as a senior, should also help take care of him!"

"Your vice-captain... find someone else!"

"Okay..."

Since the other party didn't agree, Zuo Yang shrugged helplessly and waved to the crowd.

"Liu Cha! Bai Xu, Fang Yun! Leng Xuan!"

"Come over and meet each other!"

"This is the senior!"

With a greeting, the four walked out of the street.

"Hello, senior!"

"Hmm~"

While chatting, they were about to walk into the street.

The little monk Jingming followed Feng Mengran softly and was about to follow him in.

"Pah~"

Suddenly!

His shoulder was tapped lightly.

"Hmm?"

Turning his face around, he saw Zuo Yang's smiling face.

"Donor...you...have something to do?"

"Yes! I'll treat you to a candy! Do you want one?"

"Candy?"

"Here~this is for you!"

Zuo Yang said as he silently took out a small round ball of seven colors from his arms.

"This candy?"

The monk was obviously a little hesitant, and Zuo Yang smiled, "Why? Are you afraid that I will hurt you?"

"No...this candy looks familiar to me?"

"Yeah~"

Hesitantly putting the candy into his mouth, the monk's face changed.

"This candy...is a little bitter, and a little sweet...sour with spicy, sometimes salty and sometimes light..."

"Donor, what kind of candy is this?"

"Hahaha~"

"Jingming! Remember this! This candy is called the desire for new life!"

"Whether you can control it depends on you!"

"This..."

The monk nodded as if he understood.

Then...I trotted and entered [Puning Street].