Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

Chapter 161

"You! You dare!!!"

It seems that no one has ever dared to do it.

Zuo Yang's move frightened the sphere in the air and made it tremble.

"Ah~"

Although "Ghost Face Sore" has lost its intelligence and looks like an idiot.

However, its weird and hideous bites have not been forgotten at all.

A tumor jumped in front of the sphere like a bomb, and shot into the sphere with a "plop".

"Ah~"

Then, just like a leech entering the human skin.

"Ghost Face Sore" drilled into the sphere frantically and gnawed out a lot of minced meat.

"Puff~Puff~"

In the air, the sphere kept spitting blood mist from the inside.

"Huh~"

"Damn! Damn!"

"You dare to disobey us!!!"

"Wriggle~Wriggle~"

The suspended sphere suddenly squeezed and deformed inwards like a balloon.

"Since you want to come in so badly, you should be locked inside and don't come out!"

"Squirrel~Squirrel~"

The heads in the spheres gathered together, and while tightening, they also began to rotate, dragging and biting towards the tumor of "Ghost Face Sore".

"Want to do it?"

"Ghost Face Sore·Shock!"

Zuo Yang raised his hand!

"Buzz~"

At this moment, the space seemed to be solidified, and the countless faces hovering in the air opened their mouths, but they did not move for a long time.

"Ang Wu~Ang Wu~"

The only thing that could be heard was that "Ghost Face Sore" was like a termite, constantly gnawing inside the sphere.

"Hey!"

"What are you standing there for?"

"If you haven't forgotten how to use your own weirdness, help!"

"You..."

"You don't want to be trapped here, do you?"

Twitching looked at the Chu brothers and sisters who were already in a daze.

Under this urging, Chu Gang's face flickered, his eyes condensed, and he looked at the sphere in the air.

"Puff~"

The heads that were originally rolling inwards, for some reason, began to curl inwards.

The faces began to shrink inwards.

The outlines were still distorted!

Until!

"Bang!"

The heads began to explode uncontrollably, forming a bloody rain in the air.

"Is this... the transfer of grafted damage?"

"Can you graft the squeeze damage of these heads back to yourself?"

"Your ability is also BUG-level!"

Somewhat envious of Chu Gang's ability.

Chu Gang did not speak, but his face turned pale.

It can be seen that such a terrifying ability is consuming his own strength all the time.

"Collect!!!"

Seeing that the sphere in the air was getting smaller and smaller as the heads continued to break.

The black silk behind Zuo Yang flickered, cutting towards the sphere in a net-like shape.

"Puff~"

The black line passed through the layers of shattered human heads.

"Puff~Puff~"

This huge human head sphere fell like a thousand-layer cake.

Under the human heads, a snow-white sculpture was revealed.

"So..."

"This is your true face!"

Zuo Yang waved his hand, and the sculpture was madly compressed and shrunk by the black line, curling up into a white human skin.

"Did it become like that because it kept devouring the heads of losers?"

As the black line was retracted, Zuo Yang patted the incense burner on his chest, and a response came from his mind.

[Memory Ghost Skin, can be sacrificed! ]

[Memory Ghost Skin: Cheap world clone, can be exchanged for a piece of information. ]

"Memory Ghost Skin?"

"Finally got some useful information..."

[Sacrifice? ]

"Yes!"

Take out the incense burner without hesitation.

The black line held the human skin and stuffed it into the incense burner.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak~"

As usual.

The human skin seemed to be burned in the incense burner, emitting strange black smoke, and then disappeared.

[Sacrifice completed~]

[The fourth sacrifice is being accumulated. ]

[What is your question? ]

"I want to ask the truth and solution of [Puning Street]!"

He asked silently in his heart.

The reason why Zuo Yang chose to kill the weirdness in this space was that he had no idea about the third room.

Secondly, it was the uncertainty in the follow-up.

Let the Chu brothers and sisters stay, there will be more fault tolerance.

[Puning Street, a small street occupied by a memory ghost. But because it can help people see the dead relatives after the weirdness comes, people keep coming here. More and more memories are swallowed up, causing it to grow stronger.

So powerful that no weirdness dares to invade this street again.

Outsiders don't know the way in here, if they get in by mistake, they can't leave here. 】

【The memory ghost cuts this street into seven spaces, wantingTo leave, you must find the seven memory worlds that you have left one after another. 】

[The seven worlds correspond to the past, present, future, sinking, illusion, entity, and reality. 】

As the incense burner gradually cooled, Zuo Yang's eyes gradually became clear.

"So..."

"In the first room, the sculptor lied that there were only five rooms..."

"In fact, there are seven rooms..."

Quietly coming back to his senses, Zuo Yang put away the incense burner and looked at the Chu brothers and sisters.

"Hey!"

"The next room will be more dangerous. Are you sure you want to go?"

This was somewhat provocative.

Chu Gang's face changed several times after hearing this, but he finally gritted his teeth.

"This time, I owe you!"

"I know that you saved us to improve the tolerance rate of the next level."

"But... you really helped us."

"We know what will happen next!"

"Let's go! We won't hold you back!"

While Chu Gang was talking, he looked at Chu Rou. After they looked at each other, they actually held hands.

"Oh? Is it my sister's ability?"

Zuo Yang narrowed his eyes and didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's go..."

When he came to the door of "03", Zuo Yang paused for a moment.

He knew that once he entered the space of "03", he would quickly lose his personality memory.

Because of the strange disappearance of "02", his "present" memory was not damaged at all.

So, he sent all the words of [Incense Burner] just now to his past self.

[Zuo Yang: Now I am in a special ghost space, which will continue to eat away my memory. The seven layers of space are the past, present, future, sinking, illusion, entity, and reality.

My past self, please send me a message every ten minutes.

If I don't reply to you, don't come to "Puning Street". 】

After editing and sending the message, Zuo Yang opened the door of "03".

"Squeak~"

Behind the white door, there is still a blood-red corridor.

After Zuo Yang took a few steps, he suddenly seemed to think of something.

"By the way, I saw the blood-red corridor, did you too?"

This world seems to be generated according to personal character.

Zuo Yang hesitated, looked back, and the Chu brothers and sisters did not follow him in!

But when he pushed open the door of "03" and looked into the "02" space, they did not exist either.

"Could it be..."

"It varies from person to person, and they also went to their own exclusive space?"