Shocked, stunned, dazed.

For a moment, Zuo Yang was a little dazed.

People who want to change history often become people who push the wheel of history invisibly.

Zuo Yang is like this.

He stood in the distance and witnessed the village chief and his three men burying Old Lady Song.

Under the cold moonlight, this poor girl was bound to [Songjia Village] for her whole life.

She could have had a perfect life...

"It turns out...it turns out that you have been trapped here for a long time..."

"It turns out that the empty coffin is because...because of the appearance of "me"..."

"Your depression has never been a child, suffering from abuse..."

"From the beginning to the end..."

"What you want...is just to escape from here!"

Standing in front of the small mound without a tombstone, Zuo Yang felt very sad.

At the "wedding banquet" where all the villagers cheered and her children were sincerely celebrating.

Who could know that a poor soul had been buried in the soil?

"Village chief... you said, if we bury old lady Song here, what will we do with the birthday banquet in the village?"

"You idiot! Isn't this simple? It's a happy funeral!"

"The coffin is ready. Who do you think will be willing to open it and see if there is anyone in it?"

"Everyone only cares about what dishes are on the table!"

"That's right~ Then village chief... the time of this happy funeral..."

"Seven days later... July 15th!"

"Ah? The Ghost Festival?"

"Tsk! Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Hehe... I'm old~ I'm more afraid of these things..."

"Waste! Don't you have any idea how many people you have killed?"

In front of the small mound, the three of them slapped the mound, and walked towards the village one by one.

They seemed to have gotten used to this, disappearing in the moonlight like chatting...

Zuo Yang stared at them, and his vision gradually became distorted and blurred.

In his ears, he faintly heard the familiar shouting and cursing again.

"Zuo Yang!!!"

"Zuo Shabi! Are you dead or not?"

"Ah?!"

"Did you hear me? Run!!!"

"Run!!!"

"Huh?"

Zuo Yang was stunned by the hysterical curse.

When he woke up again, he found himself in the small mud house again.

However, this time it was the small house full of black silk.

He leaned on the bed, his arm still touching the white peach in the picture of Guanyin giving birth.

But the white peach no longer had a gap, and it fit perfectly in the picture.

Everything just now seemed like a dream.

"Fuck?"

"What is this? What did everything just now count for?"

"I can hardly tell!"

Zuo Yang was stunned for a long time.

"Swish~"

Until the terrifying black silk in the house attacked, swallowing all the light sources around.

This time, Zuo Yang had no way to avoid it. His sight passed through the dense black silk and looked towards the graveyard in the back mountain in his previous memory.

"The real answer..."

"Where is it!"

"Ghost Face Sore·Suppression!"

The thick black silk surged like a black tide.

Just as Li Xiang had predicted, Zuo Yang was about to be swallowed up in the endless waves.

But!

After the 'human face sore' on his neck beat like a heartbeat, the serious face stared around.

"Buzz~"

The world seemed to be frozen, and the surging black silk paused and froze in place.

"Boy! This power is too huge!"

"It can only last for a minute!"

"After a minute, the ghost pattern will not be able to contain the power of 'suppression', and I will swallow you without hesitation!"

The reminder sound of 'Ghost Face Sore' came, and Zuo Yang murmured with a smile.

"One minute?"

"One minute! That's enough!"

"Let's go!"

Kicking the pit under his feet, Zuo Yang rushed into the small courtyard full of black silk like a cheetah.

This time, he finally ran out of the small courtyard.

"Fuck!"

"Zuo Yang, you should have run out long ago!"

"No! Why don't you run to the village entrance?"

"Ah?!"

"Why are you running to the back of the village?"

Inside the red coffin, Li Xiang's curse came again.

I don't know how many times he has foreseen it, and he is still breathing now.

Zuo Yang ignored him and rushed to the back of the village with incredible explosive power.

Thick dark clouds covered the dome of [Songjia Village], rendering it like a prison.

"Hu~Hu~Hu~"

His chest was heaving because of the intense running.

According to the scene in his memory, Zuo Yang found the lonely small mound without a grave among the many graves.

"That's it!"

The 'ghost face sore' on the neck shrank, and a minute had passed.

"Swiss~"The dark clouds were rolling with black lines, and a large number of black lines fell from the sky again, extending towards Zuo Yang.

It seemed that Old Lady Song had been bound here for her whole life, and they would also bind Zuo Yang to [Songjia Village] forever.

"Damn it!"

"Too late! It's too late!"

With his hands inserted into the grave soil, Zuo Yang quickly dug the grave soil.

"Hunk~Hunk~"

Under the fine soil, [Old Lady Song], whose body was already crawling with maggots, appeared in front of Zuo Yang.

Her face was full of regret and sadness.

Zuo Yang stared at her for a moment, picked up her body, and ran quickly towards the outside of [Songjia Village].

Leave here!

Leave Songjia Village!

This is the depression of the depressed ghost [Old Lady Song]!

As long as she can leave here!!!

The place where she was imprisoned for her whole life.

"Hmph~Hmph~"

Running towards the village entrance, Zuo Yang clearly felt that the coldness behind him was getting heavier.

He didn't dare to look back.

If he used the 'ghost face sore' now, he would be swallowed by the strange resurrection.

He no longer had any means of survival, so he could only risk his life to take Old Lady Song away from [Songjia Village] and resolve the depression here.

"Tap tap tap~"

He vaguely felt the stiffness of his hands and feet.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

His arms were tied up with black thread, and Zuo Yang didn't dare to stop.

But...

Until he ran to the village entrance and saw that the exit of the village was wrapped in thick black silk like a cocoon, Zuo Yang was completely desperate.

"This..."

"How can I get out?"

"There is no way!"

"Swish~"

The black silk rained down from the sky again, hanging Zuo Yang's body and tying him and [Old Lady Song] tightly.

In the end, he could only stop at the entrance of the village, just like Old Lady Song that night, and was left in [Songjia Village] forever.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

With more and more silk threads tied to his body, Zuo Yang's face was full of pity, not fear.

Long before entering [Guanyin Delivering a Child], he sent a preparatory message to his past self.

At worst, he would start over before coming here.

He had no psychological burden, but just looked at Old Lady Song behind him, his face moved.

Now, is there a way to resolve all these desperate situations?

Yes!

And it's very simple!

As long as his past self can find a way to subdue the village chief and the two gatekeepers on the night when [Old Lady Song] got into trouble, everything will be solved.

Not only that.

If [Old Lady Song] finally left [Songjia Village], then even the depression here would not exist!

In other words...

Zuo Yang can let his past self change the fate of the whole village!

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