Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

Horrible, low, hoarse roars echoed in [Yongde Temple].

Everyone looked at the ghost tree, their faces pale.

"Hey, hey, hey~ No way? What we kowtow to every day, is this thing?"

"Fuck! I donate blood to this thing every day?"

"Nimma! Is this the Buddha? Whose Buddha looks like this?"

The bustling discussion came, and the whole [Yongde Temple] was in chaos, no longer peaceful as before.

The old temple keeper looked at everything that had suddenly changed in front of him, his face was gloomy and scary.

He was not afraid that the people in the temple would discover the appearance of the ghost tree.

He only cared about hearing one sentence!

"Who?"

"Who gave the ghost tree dirty blood!"

"Dirty blood... What dirty blood... Who did it?"

His mind was in chaos.

On the ghost tree, hundreds of hideous and twisted human faces screamed.

"Ah~~~"

The terrifying sound like a hundred ghosts parading at night echoed in the temple.

At this moment, everyone understood.

It's not that [Yongde Temple] can repel the weirdness.

But...

There are too many weirdness in [Yongde Temple], and ordinary weirdness dare not come in!

"Hey! 032! What should we do now?"

Seeing the ghost tree roaring out of control, 037 looked anxious.

After all, he also needs ghost fruit!

"Tsk..."

"Forget it!"

"Although catalyzing the ghost fruit too early will reduce the strength of the new weirdness, it's too late now!"

Rushing to the ghost tree, the old temple keeper actually tore off a finger of paper from the cuff of his broken arm.

Then, without thinking, he put the finger of paper into the mouth of the human face at the top of the ancient tree.

"Ah~~~"

The next moment, a weird scene happened!

The human face opened his mouth and began to chew the finger of paper.

"Crack~Crack~"

After the strange chewing sound.

As if eating something delicious, the human face with a bitter smile opened up.

At the top of the ghost tree, a branch slowly stretched out.

Black leaves emerged from the branch, and a pure black apple-like fruit slowly emerged under the leaves.

The black fruit was only the size of a ping-pong ball at first.

But it seemed to be to feed the black apple.

Under the big stump of the ghost tree, countless black roots grew out in an instant, spreading out of the temple.

Almost at the same time.

The panicked people in the temple courtyard twitched involuntarily!

"Ah!!!"

"My hand! My hand!"

"Uh~Uh~"

"I... Why do I feel like I can't open my mouth..."

"Fuck! Why are there roots all over my body!"

The panic sound instantly turned into a sound of fear.

Some people had saplings growing out of their mouths, which then grew into large branches, bursting their entire jaws and causing their heads to explode on the spot and die.

Some people had branches growing out of their belly buttons, and as the branches grew, their bellies were torn apart by the branches, causing their stomachs to burst and their intestines to spill out.

Some people even had their pores twitching, spilling out countless black saplings, and their bodies shrank horribly by more than half because of the saplings.

The scene of purgatory on earth appeared in the temple.

Zuo Yang looked at all this, his face twitching with disarray.

Everyone!

All those who donated blood were eroded by the cursed tree roots at this moment.

He held Xiao Moji and lay down under a person who had fallen to the ground covered with tree roots, not daring to make any noise.

"Swish~"

One, two, ten...

As countless people fell, the tree roots growing in their bodies intertwined with the tree roots growing in the temple.

This scene is a bit like two infusion tubes connected.

But what is being delivered now is not liquid, but human life!

"Gurgle gurgle~"

It is not yet midnight.

No human voice can be heard in the temple.

The only sound that can be heard is the sound of the tree roots swelling and sucking.

Because of the sucking of the tree roots, the corpses have become shriveled and gray, as if they have lost their vitality.

In the hall, the luster of the black ghost tree is getting brighter and brighter.

The black apple growing on the branch is also expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Soon!"

"Soon!"

"The ghost fruit is about to mature!"

Greedily looking at the ghost fruit on the tree, the old temple keeper didn't care about the people in the temple at all.

Beside him, 037 also looked at the ghost fruit with fiery eyes.

Stroking his hair, 037 looked at the old temple keeper's gay sleeves from time to time, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Outside the hall.

Zuo Yang hid under a corpse, motionless.

He had to wait!

When the two ghost masters started fighting, he, a mortal, would have a chance to gain an advantage.

"Gurgle Gurgle~"

The horrible sucking sound lasted for an unknown amount of time.Anyway, Zuo Yang felt that the corpses on his back had become several dozen pounds lighter.

"Hehehe~"

In memory, the familiar laughter came.

On the top of the ghost tree, on the skin of the black apple, a human face with a wry smile took shape, and it was making a weird laugh.

"Done!"

The old temple keeper's eyes lit up with joy, and he was about to wave his sleeves to pick the black apple.

"Swish~"

Unexpectedly, a ball of long hair danced, and it actually picked the black apple faster than him.

"037! You!!!"

"What are you going to do?"

"What? Of course I'm going to eat the ghost fruit!"

"You kid, dare you covet my things?"

"Hmph! Old thing, you are the most useless!"

"Do you think I can't think of your compassion?"

"Paper!!!"

The familiar quarrel sounded.

It was like a movie replay.

The old temple keeper looked at 037 coldly, and 037's long hair instantly turned into paper.

037 slowly distanced himself from him, his eyes full of contempt.

"Old thing, let's see! Whose weirdness will revive first!"

"Swish~"

Under the old temple keeper's monk's hat, a ball of black hair floated out, quickly bent, and then tightened with a "click"!

"Plop~"

The long hair strangled the old temple keeper's neck, and a paper head fell to the ground.

Then, the old temple keeper's body also turned into a paper man and slowly fell to the ground.

"You!"

"You are not the real body!"

Seeing this scene, 037 looked around in panic.

"Hmph~"

"You bastard! When I was a ghost tamer, you were still eating rice fields!"

"Next, let's try~"

"Whose weirdness will revive first!"

The mocking voice of the old temple keeper came.

037 looked around with a look of doubt. He touched the testosterone in his arms, which had been turned into paper!

Moreover, his long hair was still turning into paper.

He couldn't find the old temple keeper, so he could only be consumed passively.

If this goes on, he will definitely cause his own weird revival!

He opened his mouth and wanted to eat the ghost fruit.

But!

His mouth was also turned into paper!

He didn't move!

"Want to eat the ghost fruit?"

"You have to have a mouth too!"

The old temple keeper's voice sounded mockingly again.

037 looked around irritably, but he couldn't tell where he was.

Two heavy mountains had emerged on his chest.

If he didn't stop the weird revival, he would be replaced!

Thinking of this, 037 gritted his teeth and apologized to the people around him: "032... I... I was wrong..."

"I shouldn't..."

He was just about to apologize.

Suddenly!

A voice sounded outside the hall!

"032 is hiding in the beam above!!!"