Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

"Dong~Dong~Dong~"

When the terrifying knocking sound rang in front of his house.

Zuo Yang realized what it meant to be truly powerless.

What could he do?

Go open the door, or hide in the bed and shiver?

Or pick up the kitchen knife in the house and fight with it?

But they were all dying struggles.

People, in front of the weird, are simply vulnerable!

"Dong~Dong~Dong~"

The second knocking sound rang.

Zuo Yang stared at the screen of his mobile phone, "Quick! Quick! The past me!"

His palms were shaking because of fear.

"Ding Dong~"

Suddenly, the phone lit up.

[There is no regret medicine in the world: Damn! I won~ Awesome! It's really 6,000! The store gave it directly! ]

[Zuo Yang: Don't be so conceited! Move quickly! Speed! I'm going to die! 】

【There is no regret medicine in the world: OK, OK, OK! I will move right now, why are you panicking~ With this money, I can find someone to move even at night! 】

As he hurried over, Zuo Yang's breathing was still intense.

There was no message response from the other side for the time being, and it seemed that they really went to move.

"Dong~Dong~Dong~"

At this time!

The third round of knocks on the door ended!

"Boom~"

The seemingly solid anti-theft door, after a terrifying collision, actually deformed and flew towards the living room in the house!

The darkness outside the house was reflected in.

Zuo Yang finally saw the existence of the knock on the door.

It was an old woman in black, hunched over, and leaning on a black cane.

Her face was black, as if she had been burned by fire.

The clothes on her body were also black, except for a white eye.

She raised her head and looked at Zuo Yang blankly.

Just by being looked at like this, Zuo Yang felt cold all over, and his hair stood on end.

It was like falling into an ice cave!

His lips couldn't help but tremble, and he wanted to take a few steps back instinctively, but found that his body was motionless!

Even!

He couldn't speak even though his lips moved.

At this moment, Zuo Yang finally knew.

Why did those people just go out and then stop moving?

He lost the ability to move after looking directly at the knocker.

"Da Da Da~"

The old woman walked towards Zuo Yang step by step with a cane.

"Squeak squeak squeak~"

Behind her, a ball of fire flickered.

Suddenly, a little head stretched out.

It turned out that she was carrying a child on her back.

This child was also covered in black, and his eyes were shining with playfulness.

He held a firecracker in his tender hands, the kind of scary big firecracker that was similar to a two-kick.

"Hehe~"

The child seemed to laugh.

After the old woman came to Zuo Yang, she looked at him again.

Zuo Yang's mouth opened disobediently!

It opened wide enough to fit the firecrackers!

"You...you..."

He had a vague idea in his heart.

Zuo Yang's face was distorted, he wanted to speak, wanted to struggle.

"Hehe~"

The child, covered in black, climbed up from the old woman's back, grinning.

He actually stuffed the firecrackers in his hand into his mouth!

Looking at the burning firecrackers, Zuo Yang could already imagine the violent explosion and the scene of his head exploding.

No wonder...

No wonder there was an explosion on every floor...

"You TM are dead, but you still spoil him so much, right!"

Looking at the old and young couple with disgust in his eyes.

But...

Zuo Yang could do nothing.

"Squeak, squeak~"

The fuse was about to reach the end, and Zuo Yang's eyes were about to burst.

Now, he could only believe in himself, another self!

"Please! Another me!"

He moved his eyes, not daring to look at the firecrackers that were about to explode.

His sight moved away from the door...

Suddenly!

Zuo Yang was stunned!

Because the decorations in the living room were disappearing one by one...

Yes!

They just disappeared out of thin air!

"Yes! It was my past self who was moving!"

Zuo Yang was ecstatic!

Because my past self moved, the decorations here should not appear in 701.

In addition, even his own figure began to blur.

Zuo Yang knew that this was the butterfly effect!

Since he moved in the past, now...

He should be on the first floor! ! !

"Huh?!"

The strange scene caused the old woman on crutches to look at Zuo Yang in surprise.

She was about to stretch out her dark palm and slap the firecracker out of Zuo Yang's mouth.

The next moment!

"Hua La~"

Her hand hit nothing, Zuo Yang, unexpectedly disappeared...

The vision was spinning.

Zuo Yang opened his mouth wide and looked straight ahead in astonishment.

Until the cold night wind came out from outside the house.

He came to his senses and found himself in another place.

He was still in the house, and even the layout of the house was the same as 701.

But, looking out the window, there was no night view from the sky.

He was now on the first floor.

The burning firecracker in his mouth also disappeared.

With his mouth closed, Zuo Yang's heartbeat was still fluctuating violently.

"Hu~Hu~Hu~"

"The bet was right!"

"The bet was right!"

"Sure enough, nothing will happen on the first floor!"

The feeling of escaping death made him ecstatic.

"Ding Dong~"

At the same time, a sound came from the phone.

[There is no regret medicine in the world: How is it? Are you okay? You won't die, right? ]

"Fuck!"

After cursing, Zuo Yang glanced at the message and replied.

[Zuo Yang: Thank you, I fucking escaped death! ]

[There is no regret medicine in the world: Hey~ What are you thanking for? You are thanking yourself? 】

"Hahaha~"

Looking at the message that was replied in seconds, Zuo Yang laughed inexplicably.

The evening breeze blew slowly, bringing with it the bloody smell on the second floor.

The knocking sound of "dong dong dong" was still ringing in the corridor.

But Zuo Yang knew that he had escaped.

[Zheng Yang in Room 702: Damn it! Damn it! It's here, how did it know that there was no one in 701, it came to knock on my door! 】

In the VX group, there was another unwilling curse.

Zuo Yang glanced at it, and his nerves were a little bit unrecovered.

"No one in 701?"

"Oh, right! I moved away, so now the knocking ghost skipped 701 and went to 702?"

"You!!!"

"You...you are that old lady..."

"Bang!!!"

The curse and the sound of firecrackers rang upstairs.

Zuo Yang closed his eyes and smelled another ball of blood in his nose.

He knew that after tonight, he would be the only one alive in the building...

Try to calm down.

The killing outside was still going on, and he could only retreat.

He was a mortal, he couldn't go to save people, and he would die if he went.

Even the 110 rescue line was disconnected.

The so-called doomsday came so quietly and brutally.

"Damn it!"

"Will it be so miserable and escaping death in the future?"

Looked up outside the house on the first floor.

The blood moon splashed the earth with scarlet, and the silence outside was like hell.

Zuo Yang glanced a few times and immediately gave up the idea of ​​going out.

Who knows, what dangers would there be if he went out now?

Slumped on the familiar yet unfamiliar sofa on the first floor, Zuo Yang couldn't calm down.

"Ding Dong~"

Suddenly, the phone flashed again.

[Room 802 Wu Hai: Damn! Something is wrong! Why are the footsteps at my door? Why? Why does it skip 801? 】