Mysterious Recovery

In the cold, silent warehouse, a mouthful of ice coffin was placed beside Zhao Kaiming.

He has been sitting here for three full hours.

Motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

The hope in my heart was gradually extinguished with the passing of these three hours.

The time agreed with Li Gui has exceeded too long.

During this period, the dead relatives in the ice coffin did not show any signs of resurrection, and the dead were still dead, and he was the only one alive.

The ghost who was following him still couldn't tell what kind of existence it was.

Zhao Kaiming only knew that every time he asked Li Gui to do something, one of the people around him would die, but he was safe and sound.

This is the price paid for using the power of ghosts.

He didn't know this at first, and it was too late when he found out, his wife, daughter, parents, relatives...all of them were killed by ghosts because of him.

Compared with fear and death, what tortured Zhao Kaiming was the guilt and grief of killing his relatives by himself.

He even had to do this sometimes.

On the day when the nightmare began, Zhao Kaiming had no way of turning back. He could only walk to the dark one by one, pinning all his hopes on fulfilling the conditions of the ghost, resurrecting everyone's relatives, and then everything started again.

Although during the period, he repeatedly suspected that this might be a way for Li Gui to deceive himself.

But even so, Zhao Kaiming could only believe, not daring to doubt it.

Because any vacillation would extinguish his last ray of redemption.

In nearly four hours.

The time has come to about two o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Kaiming, who was sitting in the middle of the ice coffin like a wooden sculpture, suddenly laughed. He laughed miserably, and laughed crazy.

It's like crazy.

He completed the plan, but lost everything.

Unable to recover all the consequences caused by his own hands, Zhao Kaiming felt that he was dead and meant to live.

He didn't blame anyone because he was not qualified.

Just slowly drew a pistol from his waist.

The golden-yellow pistol, cold and heavy, contains ten special bullets.

But it doesn't matter whether it is a special bullet or not. Now he is just an ordinary person, and it is easy to be killed or commit suicide.

Almost without hesitation, he put the pistol directly into his mouth.

Suicide is the only way Zhao Kaiming can walk.

"Sorry, I will go down to accompany you." Zhao Kaiming closed his eyes.

But just before he was about to shoot.

"Papa~!"

The sound of something tapping the glass window came from the silent warehouse. Although the sound was not loud, it was very clear, and the source of the sound was beside Zhao Kaiming.

"Bang~!"

However, a gunshot sounded.

Zhao Kaiming committed suicide too decisively, and he barely hesitated. He pulled the trigger before he could stop his gun.

This gun may be due to the insufficient angle, or the posture of swallowing the gun to commit suicide was wrong. The bullet did not pass through his head, but passed through his mouth.

There is no pain, only a kind of dizziness.

Zhao Kaiming's mouth was full of blood, but he was still alive, but was seriously injured.

The sound of tapping the glass still sounded beside him.

He thought it was an illusion, but didn't he, he saw with his own eyes that a pair of pale hands was struggling **** the ice coffin that contained his daughter's body.

My daughter is resurrected?

Zhao Kaiming's eyes that were going to fall silent suddenly burst into light. He fell to the ground covered in blood, climbed to the ice coffin, and then pushed the ice coffin away with the only strength of his body.

A little girl crawled out of it while crying.

"Dad, daddy..." The little girl cried and hugged Zhao Kaiming when she saw him.

Zhao Kaiming wanted to stand up, but the suicide shot caused him serious injury. He collapsed on the ground as if he had taken out his strength, but he laughed, smiled very happily, and hugged him very lovingly. Feeling her own daughter, feeling her breath and heartbeat, and touching the soft hair in the house.

"Don't, don't cry, cough cough, dad is here."

The resurrection of his daughter made him understand that his own was not deceived, but the result came too late, and the miracle appeared at the moment he committed suicide.

The daughter was the first to die and was the first to be resurrected, so in this order, the next to be resurrected was... his parents.

Zhao Kaiming is bleeding too much at the moment, and coupled with the injury, his mind is a little groggy, he said; "Xiaoya, listen to father's words, go and open those glass doors, mom, grandpa, grandma, all sleeping inside , You are going to wake them up...cough cough."

Speaking is already a bit difficult.

He didn't know if it was useful, but he could only believe that he was a six-year-old daughter.

Although Zhao Xiaoya was young, she was very obedient. When Zhao Kaiming said this, he immediately cried and ran to the ice coffin to open the door.

But the little girl didn't even know how to open it. This ice coffin was customized by Zhao Kaiming. The quality is very good, and because of the good quality, the way of opening is a bit special.

"Dad, daddy, I can't open it." Zhao Xiaoya ran back crying.

However, Zhao Kaiming sat on the ground with his head bowed. There was no response, and blood continued to flow from his body.

He didn't die, he just passed out.

If an ambulance is called at this time, Zhao Kaiming can still be rescued.

It's just that Destiny likes to tease people so much. After committing suicide, he realized that everything was successful, but he mistakenly thought it was a scam.

Zhao Kaiming, who fell into a coma, didn't know how long it had passed.

Maybe it was a day, maybe it was half a day, but in fact he miraculously regained consciousness after being in a coma for an hour.

Zhao Kaiming felt dazedly that someone was covering his wound.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was surrounded by people.

"Wake up, wake up, my son is awake, it's great." An old woman said with some excitement.

Zhao Kaiming discovered that his family had been resurrected, with his wife, parents, and relatives around him.

"Isn't the ambulance coming yet? Why the phone keeps not getting through, Zhao Kaiming, hold on, you must hold on ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is already in contact with the nearby hospital." Some relatives said anxiously.

Zhao Kaiming didn't speak, his consciousness was in a very special state, and he felt that he was able to wake up.

"Dad." Zhao Xiaoya cried beside him.

"Good daughter, don't cry, dad is fine, how did you do it." Zhao Kaiming touched her head and smiled palely.

"This uncle helped me," Zhao Xiaoya said while crying, pointing behind her.

Zhao Kaiming raised his eyelids slightly, but saw no one behind his daughter, nothing but darkness.

He was first dull, and then realized something, his eyes widened suddenly, and he grabbed his daughter's hand tightly. He wanted to say something, but a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat. In addition, he couldn't say anything at all.

That ghost... is still there.

Only at this moment, the ghost chose his own daughter.

It helped her daughter to open all the ice coffins, and as a price, one of her relatives should die.

The price is the same regardless of size.

But after looking around, none of the relatives beside him died.

But then, Zhao Kaiming realized something, let out a miserable laugh, and then swallowed his last breath with all the misery.

Before he died, those eyes were still staring at the back of his daughter.

Compared with the previous desperate suicide, there is also the last glimmer of hope after the suicide failed.

This result is the most terrible.

Because Zhao Kaiming knew that his tragedy would happen again for his daughter.

Why Xiaoya...

In the remaining consciousness, Zhao Kaiming's last thought before dying hovered. I want to talk about "Mystical Recovery" with more like-minded people. WeChat pays attention to "Excellent Literature", read novels, talk about life, and find friends~