Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

"This..."

"Okay..."

Reluctantly, Zuo Yang also came to the Buddha statue.

I don't know why.

Looking at the Buddha statue covered with red cloth, Zuo Yang felt familiar and repulsive.

Inside the house, 037 has been standing in the corner with a strange smile on his face.

Zuo Yang actually noticed a problem.

Speaking of piety to the gods.

Then as a temple keeper, the temple keeper himself should be the first to offer sacrifices, right?

But!

The old temple keeper didn't, and 037 didn't either!

Zuo Yang has never heard of offering sacrifices to any gods that require blood.

He has heard that if you sacrifice to the gods, blood is still filthy.

Everything in front of him reveals strangeness.

But...

What can I do?

Silently picking up the silver needle, Zuo Yang actually wanted to complain.

Sharing needles has the risk of spreading diseases!

But when the old temple keeper looked over, Zuo Yang still pierced his middle finger.

"Tick~"

The scarlet blood dripped into the bowl.

At this moment, the water in the bowl was already black and disgusting.

"Good~"

After Zuo Yang dripped the blood, the old temple keeper didn't care whether Zuo Yang wanted to kowtow or not.

He hurried to the Buddha statue and splashed the bowl of turbid blood on the red cloth!

"Puff~"

The red cloth was dyed more red by the blood.

And what followed was an extremely strange scene.

The cloth that should have been soaked by the blood was soaked for only two or three seconds.

"Swish~"

The red cloth actually tightened towards the Buddha statue!

Then!

The red cloth actually dried quickly.

It seemed... it seemed that the Buddha statue behind the red cloth sucked up all the blood stained on the red cloth in an instant.

Weird!

It was so weird!

Zuo Yang looked at the red cloth and wanted to open it to take a look.

But he just stood there, watching this strange scene foolishly.

"Amitabha~"

"The gods have accepted your sincerity!"

"I believe that the evacuation tomorrow morning will be unexpectedly smooth!"

The old temple keeper clasped his hands together and excitedly said to the people outside the house.

"Okay~"

"When we get to a safe place, I must eat a lot!"

"Finally, I can go back to my previous life!"

Under his impassioned speech, there was a long-lost cheer in the temple.

The old temple keeper smiled, and seeing Zuo Yang still standing in the hall, he smiled slightly.

"Donor Zuo, you can leave!"

"Oh~"

"Okay!"

Zuo Yang agreed, and before leaving, he looked at the hall a few more times, only to see that 037 in the corner was smiling even more.

Scratching his head, he returned to the corner of the courtyard.

Originally, he wanted to say something to the fat man.

But I don't know why.

After the old temple keeper said they would evacuate in the morning, everyone cheered and fell asleep.

Perhaps the tense nerves of many days relaxed.

It was clearly 8 o'clock in the evening, and there were already a group of people lying on the ground in the yard sleeping soundly.

Zuo Yang also felt sleepy for some reason.

Holding Xiao Moji, he gradually fell into a daze.

He had a long-lost dream!

In the dream, he was planted in a tree and couldn't move.

His face was twisted in pain, and he was crawling hideously on the tree's bark.

He wanted to observe the surroundings.

Only then did he suddenly realize that there were hundreds of painful faces like his own on the tree where he was.

"Woof~Woof~"

The dream became more and more real!

"Woof~Woof~"

Suddenly!

A sharp pain came!

Zuo Yang slowly opened his eyes, exhausted.

He looked listlessly and found that Xiao Moji was biting his face.

That's right, it's chewing, not licking!

As long as he looked carefully, Zuo Yang could see that his face was full of tree root-like wrinkles.

Little Moji seemed to want to help him bite open these tree roots.

But the tree roots seemed to have become a part of him.

Every time Little Moji tore them, Zuo Yang felt abnormal pain.

"Damn!"

"What happened!"

He wanted to move his body.

Zuo Yang found that he was lying on the mud, unable to move at all.

On his face, body, and neck.

It seemed that there were tree roots binding him.

He used his squinting eyes to observe the surrounding situation.

Zuo Yang was shocked to find that among the hundreds of people in the temple, everyone was covered with tree roots.

Everyone was in a coma, and the tree roots growing in their bodies extended into the hall of [Yongde Temple].

He looked up.

Hundreds of tree roots, densely connected to the Buddha statue wrapped in red cloth.

"Fuck!"

"Sure enough!"

"This isn't a good place either!"

Zuo Yang complained inwardly, feeling his body getting weaker and weaker.

Looking in front of him, the fat man who had been talking to him during the day was now tied up by a tree root.He actually lost two circles of weight!

Even!

As the tree roots became more and more entangled, the flesh and blood in the fat man's body seemed to be hollowed out, and the cheekbones on his fat face were exposed!

"Fuck!"

"Are all people being sucked of their flesh and blood essence?"

He cursed.

Zuo Yang didn't need to guess, and he knew what his situation was now.

"032, you really brought this thing out from the ghost cave!"

Suddenly!

037's voice came from the hall, and Zuo Yang was startled.

He squinted hurriedly.

037 was standing in front of the Buddha statue, hugging his arms, looking at the Buddha statue covered by red cloth.

"Heh~"

"I paid so much for the organization... In the end, the "paper ghost" devoured one of my arms and revived strangely. What did the organization give me?"

"It took me a lot of effort to bring this thing out!"

"It's my only hope now!"

As 037's voice fell,

The old temple keeper also appeared in front of the Buddha statue, looking up at the tangled tree roots under the Buddha statue.

His expression was crazy and satisfied, completely different from the previous kindness and charity.

"032?"

"Sure enough, these two guys knew each other before!"

Zuo Yang listened to the two people's words, and felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker.

I think his body is now skin and bones.

"Little ink..."

"Help me... Help me bite the tree roots on my arm..."

He barely moved his lips.

Zuo Yang looked at Little ink hopefully.

"Woof~"

Little ink was very smart, and hurried to Zuo Yang's back and started to bite.

Instantly, there was a heart-wrenching pain on his arm!

It seemed that Zuo Yang's arm was being bitten off by Little ink!

"Fuck!"

"You bastard!"

"So many people sacrificed?"

Biting his teeth, Zuo Yang tried not to make any sound.

How could he not figure out why everyone had tree roots, except 037 and the old temple keeper?

Isn't the answer obvious?

This old beast is planning to sacrifice everyone to that Buddha statue.

"Must..."

"Must send a message quickly to inform my past self!"

Because his face was bitten and sweating, Zuo Yang couldn't help but groan several times.

Fortunately, the two people in the hall were only looking at the Buddha statue and didn't care about the outside at all.

"Ka Ka Ka~"

With the sound of the sawdust breaking, Zuo Yang felt his hands behind him loosen and hang down.

He hurriedly moved his hands and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

When his hands were in front of him.

Zuo Yang was shocked to find that his arms, which were not strong to begin with, were abnormally gray at this moment, as if they had lost all vitality.

"Fuck!"

"Damn it!"

"Sure enough, I can't trust anyone now!"

He cursed and was about to leave a message to his past self.

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

Suddenly!

There was a violent tremor from the direction of the hall!