Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

"Buzz~"

After a ripple on the mirror surface with water mist, Zuo Yang came to the familiar cave again.

The world behind the ghost mirror was still filled with water mist.

After glancing at the murals in the cave, Zuo Yang walked out of the cave quickly.

Outside the cave was the familiar wet moss and mud.

Zuo Yang looked at a familiar direction and ran wildly.

According to his memory, he came to the place where "Little Ink" had an accident last time.

Sure enough!

He saw the dry neck of "Little Ink" lying on the green moss again.

Zuo Yang's face turned blue and a little annoyed.

"Okay, okay~"

"You are still using my concern for Little Ink to get me into the mud!"

"Damn it!"

"You are really good at playing with people's hearts!"

"Did you guess that I would come in to find you and then find Little Ink? Zhou Yang!"

With the experience of the last time, Zuo Yang just looked at Little Ink for a while and bypassed the wet swamp.

Try to slow down your steps.

Zuo Yang is not sure if there are "fog ghosts" lurking in the dead woods.

Fortunately, after bypassing the swamp, he did not see any "fog ghosts" along the way.

"Maybe they will only come out when I fall into the trap?"

"Is it the butterfly effect again?"

Thinking like this, Zuo Yang slowly approached the lake where he met "Zhou Heshan" in his memory.

At the end of the thick water fog, there is a lake that has no end in sight.

This time, Zuo Yang saw two people at the end of the fog.

Zhou Yang and Zhou Heshan.

From a distance, Zuo Yang was hiding in the fog. Under the induction of the "ghost face sore" on his neck, Zuo Yang was sure.

Zhou Yang by the lake is real, but Zhou Heshan is still fake!

The father and son looked at the boundless lake, shaking the red wine glass in their hands, as if they were talking about something while drinking.

"Dad... what do you think is on the other side of the lake?"

"What kind of weirdness is hidden there?"

Zhou Yang sipped the "red wine" with a slight frown.

It seemed that he couldn't drink red wine and was somewhat repulsive.

"Zhou Heshan" on the side was drinking red wine "gurgling" with a rude look like a pig tasting fine bran.

He did not respond to Zhou Yang's question.

He just licked the remaining red wine in the glass and looked at Zhou Yang's red wine glass with some greed.

"Are you still drinking?"

"Hehe~ You are not afraid of this thing... It doesn't matter whether I drink it or not!"

"Take it and drink it~"

Handed the red wine glass to Zhou Heshan.

Zhou Heshan grabbed the wine glass and drank it again.

"Ah~"

"I have to say, this fresh one is different!"

He murmured in praise, Zhou Yang glanced at him and shook his head again.

"A replica is just a replica after all..."

"It's boring!"

After saying that, he slowly turned his head and looked across the lake again, his face somewhat lonely.

"This world..."

"Wandering alone is boring after all..."

"Zuo Yang... why don't you join us?"

He muttered softly.

Zuo Yang hid in the thick fog and took in everything.

With his nose twitched, Zuo Yang could smell a faint smell of blood.

Looking at the red wine glasses in the hands of the two, Zuo Yang vaguely sensed something.

"Drinking blood?"

"The body of Xiao Moji..."

"Could it be..."

Walking towards the lake with big steps, Zuo Yang looked at the two indifferently.

"You two are so elegant..."

"Watching the lake and drinking blood, is it... black dog blood?"

The cold voice echoed by the lake.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Yang and Zhou Heshan immediately looked at Zuo Yang.

Zhou Yang was surprised, "How could you find this?"

"Just lucky!"

"Are you lucky enough to avoid the trap I set for you?"

"Xiao Moji...it turned out to be you who killed him!"

Staring at Zhou Yang with both eyes, Zhou Yang's eyes were full of joking.

"Zuo Yang, Zuo Yang..."

"Do I not understand you, or have you really changed?"

"Based on my understanding of you...you will definitely go to see Xiao Moji regardless of your own safety, and then fall into the swamp. However, you clearly saw Xiao Moji, but you ignored it and walked here calmly..."

"To be honest, I doubt whether you are still the same Zuo Yang!"

"Then are you still the same Zhou Yang?"

Zuo Yang asked instead of answering, and shouted coldly.

Zhou Yang was stunned after hearing this.

But then, he smiled.

"Hahaha~hahaha~"

"Who the hell is still a human being in this weird doomsday?"

"Very good! Zuo Yang, I admire you more and more! I'll ask you one last time, will you join me?"

"You and I join forces,I think we may be able to create a force like the [Ghost Control Organization]!"

This was the last time Zhou Yang extended an olive branch to Zuo Yang.

He extended his hand, just like the greetings between friends before the end of the world.

But this time...

Zuo Yang did not respond at all, and moved his neck.

Then!

"Ghost Face Sore!"

"Hehehe~"

The face on the neck began to twist, Zuo Yang suddenly attacked, ran two meters away, and rushed straight towards Zhou Yang.

His speed exploded in an instant, comparable to a short-distance sprinter.

Looking at Zuo Yang's movements, Zhou Yang's face changed.

"Why?"

"You don't go to the old man, but to me?"

"Why, do you want to threaten the old man with me? "

Zhou Yang did not move, but "Zhou Heshan" beside him had already blocked in front of him.

Zuo Yang still did not respond, but punched Zhou Yang indifferently.

This punch was extremely fast, and the surrounding mist was dispersed.

But!

"Bang!!!"

A wrinkled old hand took the punch steadily.

"Zhou Heshan" smiled and held Zuo Yang's fist, "Boy, do you not take me seriously?"

"Ghost face sore!"

"Boy, stop shouting!"

"You are lucky, this is the real body!"

The face on the neck surged.

Zuo Yang's face flickered, and he secretly said "Sure enough"!

"Bang! "

The right fist also hit "Zhou Heshan" at a rapid speed.

"Zhou Heshan" calmly waved his hand and blocked another punch from Zuo Yang.

"Tsk... little guy, I can't believe it..."

"You still have such strong power in your body!"

"But it doesn't look like it was trained by humans..."

"What do you care?"

"Bang Bang~"

Another two kicks, heading towards "Zhou Heshan's" crotch.

"Zhou Heshan" calmly stepped back two steps, and the mist behind him twisted, and actually hatched a mist outline.

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

The mist figure twisted into Zuo Yang's appearance, and was about to join the game.

"Ghost face sore!"

The face on the neck turned into a meat ball and flew away, smashing it with a "bang".

"Can it be done? "

Whispering to the fleshy ball on his neck, Zuo Yang was now certain.

Zhou Heshan is dead!

The "Zhou Heshan" in front of him was the real body of the "Mist Barrier Ghost".

He... was Zhou Yang's weirdness!