Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

Blood-red sunlight sprinkled on the street.

It was only less than a week since the strangeness came, and the surroundings were as quiet as the end of the wasteland.

Behind [Yongde Temple] is a Qianshan Road.

This road is the only way to [Deep Mountain Tunnel].

There are countless apartment buildings standing on both sides of the road.

It’s a pity that there is no trace of human activity in the apartment buildings.

One person and one dog walked silently on Qianshan Road. Zuo Yang inexplicably felt that he was isolated from the world.

As soon as the sun came out at 5 o'clock in the morning, he left [Yongde Temple] and walked here with Xiao Moji.

Perhaps it was because of the "ghost face sore", or perhaps it was because [Yongde Temple] blocked the Qianshan Road. This journey was unexpectedly quiet and harmonious.

"Tsk..."

"It seems that the path recommended by the incense burner is indeed true!"

Wipe the sweat on the top of his head.

The sun is already high in the sky, and it is now twelve o'clock noon.

After eating something casually, Zuo Yang led Xiao Moji and finally saw the end of Qianshan Road.

At the end of Qianshan Road is a gas station.

A dozen meters ahead of the gas station is the dark [Deep Mountain Tunnel].

It is said that this tunnel was drilled through Changmian Mountain in Linjiang City and is three kilometers long.

After passing through this tunnel, a few kilometers ahead is the Nancheng River Bridge that leaves Linjiang City.

"Three days..."

"It feels like I can reach the Nancheng River Bridge in less than three days!"

Zuo Yang muttered, and he had already led Xiao Moji through the gas station.

What Zuo Yang didn't expect was.

There were actually five young people who looked like college students hiding in this gas station.

These five people, three men and two women, had pretty faces, but their eyes always revealed fear.

Perhaps, it was because of the fear they had been experiencing in the past few days that made them as alert as frightened birds.

Just because Zuo Yang was passing by, they all looked at him with fear.

Until they were sure that Zuo Yang was a human and had no intention of entering the gas station, they walked towards the [Deep Mountain Tunnel].

One of the five people, a female college student, hurriedly pushed open the glass door of the gas station sales room. She seemed to be afraid to go out, but just stuck her head out and shouted to Zuo Yang boldly.

"Handsome guy! Handsome guy!"

"Are you going to the [Deep Mountain Tunnel]?"

"Don't go!"

"There's a problem there! Why don't you team up with us!"

Looked at them with clear eyes.

Zuo Yang looked at them, shrugged, and walked into the [Deep Mountain Tunnel] alone.

"Boring!"

In Zuo Yang's opinion.

In the current situation, let alone college students, even 7-8 years old children, he couldn't trust them.

The only people he could trust were Xiao Moji and himself.

"Tap tap tap~"

The footsteps echoed in the dark tunnel.

Probably because no one has managed it for a long time, the safety lights in the [Deep Mountain Tunnel] have not been turned on.

At first glance, it was pitch black and there was no end in sight.

Zuo Yang took out a flashlight from his backpack.

The strong flashlight was on, and there was still no discovery except for the dead silence in the narrow tunnel.

"The group of college students said there was danger here?"

"What kind of danger could it be?"

"Tap tap tap~"

Walking forward all the way, Zuo Yang didn't know how long he had walked.

But...

Under the strong flashlight, he couldn't see the exit at the end!

"Hiss... something's wrong..."

Zuo Yang frowned.

He knew his leg strength very well.

Even if he was climbing, he should have seen the light at the end of this 3,000-meter tunnel.

But now, there was only darkness in front of him.

He walked straight ahead for a long time.

This time, Zuo Yang turned on the pedometer on his phone.

The real-time display showed that he had walked 3,200 meters.

Looking up, he was still in the dark tunnel.

"Oh my god!"

"Is this a ghost wall? What is this?"

He stopped and narrowed his eyes.

This time, he tried to walk behind him.

After a long while, the pedometer showed that he had walked 7,000 meters.

In front of him...

It was still dark!

"It's broken!"

"There is a big problem with this [Deep Mountain Tunnel]!"

Gritting his teeth, Zuo Yang's face was quite ugly.

In this situation, if he wanted to break through, he could only use the ability of "Ghost Face Sore".

But...

He couldn't be sure how long he would have to use "Ghost Face Sore" before he could get out of the [Deep Mountain Tunnel].

Touching the "Ghost Face Sore", Zuo Yang was hesitating.

Suddenly!

In the deadly tunnel, a burst of white smoke floated up!

"What the hell?"

"What the hell is this?"

"Whoosh~"

For some reason, a cold wind blew in the tunnel.

White smoke flowed along the tunnel, filling the surroundings.Zuo Yang covered his nose, and when the wisps of white smoke entered his nose, his brows knitted!

The smell of this smoke was not the kind of mist, but the clear smell of burning incense.

That's right!

It was the smell of burning incense when burning incense for the dead.

"Fragrance?"

"How much incense do you need to burn for such a big mist?"

Covering his lips tightly, Zuo Yang slowly slowed down his movement speed.

He was afraid that if he moved quickly, he would open his mouth to absorb more smoke and fragrance.

"Tap, tap, tap~"

He walked forward for more than ten meters without thinking.

This time, Zuo Yang actually saw a figure through the flashlight!

"Ang, um~"

"Ang, um~"

In the thick smoke, a figure squatting on the ground with a hunched body could be vaguely seen.

His arms supported the ground, and his head leaned forward and pressed downward.

"Ang, um~"

"Ang, um~"

The strange chewing sound kept ringing.

Zuo Yang opened his eyes wide and saw clearly.

There seemed to be a bowl in front of the figure.

The bowl was full of white rice.

There were three incense sticks on the white rice.

At this moment, the figure buried his head in front of the bowl.

He kept chewing the rice, like a starving ghost.

"Fuck!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, an accident will happen!"

Gently tiptoeing, Zuo Yang retreated behind him.

He didn't want to get entangled with this weird guy.

"Tap tap tap~"

But!

He was clearly walking towards the back.

Zuo Yang was surprised to find that he was getting closer and closer to the black shadow!

"Ang wu~ Ang wu~"

The chewing sound became clearer and clearer.

Zuo Yang had come to the black shadow without knowing it!

The black shadow was a pale and thin old man wearing a patched blue-gray cloth.

He was lying on the ground, his bare back under his clothes was so thin that his spine was clearly visible.

"Crack~"

"Crack~"

"Crack~"

I don't know when.

He ate all the rice in the bowl, and he actually gnawed the three fragrant sticks on the bowl.

"Huh~"

"Huh~"

"Huh~"

While the old man was chewing the fragrant sticks, his head lifted up involuntarily.

The moment his face lifted up, Zuo Yang's eyelids twitched wildly!

This guy has no face!

To be precise, his face was all broken and rotten meat.

His forehead was bloody, his nose and eyeballs were bloody and hollow, and his cheekbones were full of bulging and twisted muscles jumping under the red meat.

His face was like the skin was worn out by gravity, exposing flesh and blood.

On the whole face, only the mouth was good.

At this moment, it was this mouth that kept chewing, and the rice kept overflowing.

Although he had no eyes, when he looked at Zuo Yang, the corners of his mouth full of rice actually opened wide.

"You... are here?"

"Are you... the second incense stick?"