Horror Resurgence : The Age of the Global Script

At this moment, everyone's mood is a bit low and the atmosphere is very depressing.

"It's going to be daybreak!"

Zhou Yang looked at the sky and found that there was a little bit of fish belly white in the sky.

"Hey, let's go, I'm exhausted!"

Wu Guiping only felt that he was getting bald.

"Brother Yang!"

Niu Huahua called Zhou Yang.

At this time, she had covered her red hijab to prevent her appearance from changing in the sunlight.

Zhou Yang turned around and looked at Niuhuahua, who was wearing a wedding dress.

"Um!"

Zhou Yang responded.

"Live well!"

After saying that, Niu Huahua walked towards the dilapidated new house.

"I will!"

Zhou Yang nodded.

Then he turned around and left. Zhou Yang didn't know how to say goodbye to Niu Huahua. He knew that Niu Huahua might really like him.

However, people and ghosts have different paths, and it is impossible for them to achieve results.

Everyone immediately walked towards the entrance of the village!

"Brother Yang!"

Zhou Yang walked to the entrance of the village and saw Niu Huahua still standing at the door of their new house where they got married.

At this time, Niuhuahua opened her hijab, her eyes were already wet with tears, and as for her face, there were no red spots again.

"goodbye!"

Niuhuahua stood at the door and waved!

Tears were streaming down my face!

"goodbye!"

Zhou Yang smiled and waved, and finally turned and left.

"Goodbye hubby!"

Niu Huahua put down her hands and said in a small voice what she had wanted to say for decades.

When she was still alive, her parents wanted her to marry into a good family.

And she also hopes that she can marry a good man!

In her opinion, Zhou Yang is an absolutely good man!

It's just that his life was not good, and his life was saved by that Taoist Master Qingfeng.

Behind everyone, the houses that were still alive were instantly covered with moss and dilapidated, as if a century had passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Yang and others arrived at the edge of the cliff, and they began to walk towards the mountain.

Everyone walked around with their heads down, not talking.

"Shen Congbing!"

Zhou Yang turned to look at Shen Congbing.

"Um?"

Shen Congbing was carrying his bag with a smile on his face, and seemed to be happy for his survival.

"Do you know when the compressed biscuits you gave us were produced?"

Zhou Yang mentioned that the afternoon before yesterday, Shen Congbing gave each of them a bag of compressed biscuits.

"I didn't pay attention?"

Shen Congbing didn't know why Zhou Yang asked.

"June 3, 2006!"

Zhou Yang took out the compressed biscuit packaging bag and handed it to Shen Congbing's hand.

Shen Congbing saw this production date and didn't know what it meant, so he looked at Zhou Yang with confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Congbing asked.

"Do you know what year AD this is?"

Zhou Yang asked again.

"Isn't it 2006?"

After Shen Congbing finished speaking, the others were fine, except Ding Laoliu who hadn't reacted yet.

"This year is 2022. Are you having a rough time? Hahaha!"

"Haha~"

Ding Laoliu suddenly noticed that everyone's expressions were serious, and Ding Laoliu quickly covered his mouth.

Zhou Yang turned on his mobile phone and searched for a news article: Five teachers and students from the School of Archeology of Jiangcheng University died at the Niutou Village site three months ago.

At that time, the news was in October, October 2006.

"It's May 2022 AD!"

Zhou Yang handed the phone to Shen Congbing.

Only then did Shen Congbing react, and his whole body instantly became lifeless.

Zhou Yang took the phone back and said, "You would have been dead a long time ago!"

Shen Congbing looked in disbelief, slowly squatted down, scratched his hair with his fingers, and was speechless for a long time.

A large number of memories began to appear in his brain, including everything that happened before his death.

After a long time, Shen Congbing raised his head and looked at several people.

"Can you help me check on my mother? She has arthritis and I don't know how her health is now!"

Shen Congbing looked at Zhou Yang and the others with hope.

"No problem! Tell me the address!"

"Wait me a moment!"

Shen Congbing seemed to have thought of something, and then rushed towards the entrance of the village.

Soon, he came back.

He was carrying a backpack and took out a wallet from the backpack.

Inside were ten green hundred-dollar bills, which are no longer in circulation.

"Can I take my money home?"

Shen Congbing's hand holding the money was trembling.

"good!"

Zhou Yang took the money.

"Okay, my home is No. 28 Shenjiachong, Zilan County, Jiangcheng! My mother's name is Wu Guifang!"

After Shen Congbing finished explaining, his eyes were already moist.

Zhou Yang looked at Shen Congbing, and then at the house at the entrance of the village. He knew that these dead people were still left in the world, and he felt more helpless and sad.

"goodbye!"

Zhou Yang patted Shen Congbing's translucent body, and then they walked towards the mountain road.

It’s easy to go up the mountain but hard to go down the mountain!

In less than half an hour, they returned to the top of the mountain.

Looking at Niutou Village in the sinkhole from the top of the mountain, all we can see is desolation.

No matter how good the house is, it cannot withstand the ups and downs of eighty years!

At the door of a house at the entrance of the village, a woman wearing a red hijab looked up at the top of the mountain.

"The air in the morning is so nice!"

Wen Tao looked at the rising sun, opened his arms, and enjoyed the sunlight caressing his skin.

"yes!"

Wang Xiang grabbed Wen Tao's waist and made the classic action of Jack and Roux.

"***!"

Wang Xiang covered his crotch and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Smelly man!"

Wen Tao rolled his eyes at Wang Xiang.

"Aren't you a man?"

Wang thought for a long time and then retorted.

"But I don't stink!"

Wen Tao raised his fist and shook it.

"Don't waste time, let's go!"

Wenqing shook her head helplessly.

Afterwards, several young people returned to Niuti Village with great difficulty.

The minibus is still there, and so is the old man!

"Hey, you guys are finally back!"

The old man was watching the car for them in the village, thinking that they would not come back, so he hung a few quilts on the car to dry in the sun.

"Thank you, brother!"

Wu Guiping took out a thousand yuan and half a bag of Huazi from his pocket, threw them to the old man, and then the others got in the car.

The old man got excited and waved his hand: "I'll come back next time!"

Everyone shook their heads with a wry smile. If anyone came, it wouldn't be them.

Wang Xiang drove back to Jiangcheng in more than an hour.

They first went to Zilan District.

The Zilan County that Shen Congbing mentioned has been removed from the county and divided into districts. It is now Zilan District, and Shenjiachong is also there. The old houses have been demolished, and the subway has been built to Shenjiachong.

Under the guidance of the village committee, several people found Shen Congbing's mother.

Wu Guifang, who is less than sixty years old, now has a head full of white hair, a stooped figure, and cloudy eyes. She is standing on a chair in the community in a daze.

"Hello, aunt, are you Wu Guifang?"

"Yes! What do you want from me?"

"Auntie, this is a donation from the Red Cross!"

Zhou Yang took out a bank card that was processed outside the community and stuffed it into Wu Guifang's hand.

"Donation? I don't want it!"

Wu Guifang shook her head, it seemed she didn't like accepting this form of donation.

"Take it, the password is 810203!"

When Zhou Yang said the password, the old aunt grabbed Zhou Yang's hand!

"What's the password?"

"810203!"

Zhou Yang repeated that the password he set was Shen Congbing's birthday.

"Okay, I'll take it!"

Wu Guifang grabbed the card tightly.

"Be happy every day!"

After Zhou Yang finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Is he doing okay?"

When Zhou Yang took a few steps, Wu Guifang asked.

"He is very good. Please don't miss him. He is very good over there!"

"Okay! That's good! You tell him not to worry about me. The country is doing well now. I have subsistence allowances and my life is pretty good! Let him live a good life there! Ah!"

The old lady's muddy tears fell from her furrowed cheeks.

After saying that, Zhou Yang couldn't help but his eyes were slightly red: "I will tell him!"

After saying that, Zhou Yang left quickly.