Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

Chapter 171

"What?!"

The memory ghost's smile froze as its body was controlled by the black line.

How could it not remember the purple-blue tripod?

Having spied on Zuo Yang's memory, it knew that the thing was as weird as Zuo Yang himself.

"You!"

"Don't come over!!!"

The purple-black tripod was held high by Zuo Yang, and it was about to be held down by Zuo Yang.

"Buzz~"

The small tripod mouth covered the memory ghost's head, and the memory ghost's body began to tremble constantly, and black smoke came out of its forehead.

[Sacrifice is allowed.]

[This sacrifice = a memory ghost = five equivalent pieces of information = a weird cub with equal potential]

[Sacrifice?]

"Sacrifice!"

A question came from his ear, and Zuo Yang agreed without hesitation.

"Sizzle~"

From the direction of the tripod mouth, a shallow pit had been burned out of the memory ghost's head.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak~"

And, his head was constantly twisting and shrinking.

It was about to be completely sucked into the furnace.

The memory ghost couldn't bear it!

It suddenly shouted: "Zuo Yang! Do you want everyone in this room to become idiots? Do you want everyone on this street to become fools?"

"Do you want to kill everyone here?"

"I tell you, if you want to kill me, I will erase everyone's personality memory before I die, and make them all idiots!"

"In this situation, they become idiots, just think about it!"

"Did you indirectly kill them!"

The memory ghost shouted angrily, and Zuo Yang's face was indifferent.

"It's okay!"

"I can let them go to the base. If they can't be cured, it's the problem of medical care."

"You hurt them, it's none of my business."

Zuo Yang put his hands around his waist.

"Besides... I don't think you can really erase everyone's memory in an instant under this situation."

Looking at Zuo Yang's indifferent and high-profile look, the memory ghost was really panicked.

"Your mother!"

"You are also a ruthless person!"

"Let's reconcile! Reconciliation is OK?"

"Why should I reconcile with you?"

"I'll give you a condition!"

"You can enter and exit [Puning Street] freely! I will protect your safety! Think about it carefully, you will always have troubles in the future, right? Bring your enemies here, or take refuge with me!"

"Seventh-level space! Seventh-level space!"

"I can, absolutely guarantee your safety!"

The memory ghost kept repeating his advantages.

Zuo Yang's eyes narrowed slightly.

Thinking carefully, he seemed to have many potential enemies.

If there is a second safe place...

It seems not bad.

"I understand the truth..."

"But what if I bring enemies in, and you control them and team up against me?"

"No! I'll give you a piece of my original skin. As long as it's in your hands, you can come and go here freely. I won't dare to attack you if you have that thing in your hands!"

"Oh? Show me..."

Zuo Yang looked at the memory ghost jokingly.

"Shh~"

It hurriedly tore off a piece of crystal white skin from its neck and threw it over in a hurry.

Zuo Yang caught the skin, and it felt a bit like plastic film.

Putting it on the incense burner, he did get new information.

[Memory Ghost Skin: The skin of the memory ghost's original body, the owner can be immune to the memory ghost's attack. 】

"Not bad..."

"Okay then."

"I have another request, let all my friends go, and restore their memories."

"Okay, okay!"

"You're my dad! Okay!"

The incense burner was almost burning up to his neck, and the memory ghost nodded and agreed to everything.

"Okay~"

Putting the [Memory Ghost Skin] into his pocket, Zuo Yang pulled out the incense burner.

"Squeak~"

After the curling black mist, the memory ghost's body began to twist and recover, and a head grew back.

However, its body also became much thinner due to the recovery.

[This sacrifice is interrupted. Sacrificing one-fifth of the memory ghost, no feedback can be obtained, and it is counted as one sacrifice. ]

The voice of the incense burner came from his mind.

Zuo Yang frowned.

"Hey~"

"You are quite wicked."

"One-fifth, shouldn't it be a message? It only counts as one sacrifice?"

Complaining in his heart, Zuo Yang put the incense burner back into his pocket.

Looking around.

"Room 06" is already in tatters, and Liu Sui Churou in the room seems to be getting clearer.

It can be seen that the memory ghost is indeed helping them recover their memories.

"Tap tap tap~"

Soon, there was a burst of shouting and cursing outside the house.

"Fuck! You stupid idiot, why did you pick me up for no reason?"

"Fuck!How should I know! "

"Get lost! You are so disgusting!"

As the voice came, Bai Xu and Chu Gang also walked in cursing.

At this time, all the ghost fighters in [Puning Street] had gathered in the house.

The Chu brothers and sisters and Bai Xu did not pass through the subsequent space. Looking at the sculptures in the house, their faces were frozen.

"Hey? Where is this place? "

"Zuo Yang! You...you beat it? "

Liu Sui held his forehead and came to Zuo Yang in surprise.

Zuo Yang stared at the memory ghost, still calculating in his mind.

He was thinking whether to force the memory ghost to be controlled by him.

But if you think about it carefully, the memory ghost must not want to be controlled, and the ending of a dead end is not the best.

Controlling the memory ghost, although the strength is greatly increased, it also means losing the special existence of [Puning Street].

Let the memory ghost operate here, if he provokes something one day, he can come here to hide from the disaster.

After thinking about it, he still silently rejected the idea of controlling the memory ghost.

"Hey! Open the seventh door: "Reality"! "

Looking at the memory ghost like an order, the memory ghost's face darkened, but he didn't say much.

In room "06", the bedroom door that was the same as Zuo Yang's room "101" suddenly turned into a white light hole in "07".

The exit to the real world has always been in the hands of the memory ghost.

"Let's go..."

"This place has been thoroughly checked."

"As for the Yaohai City ghost controller promised by Wei Changsheng, that's just a gimmick! "

With a sigh, Zuo Yang took the lead and walked towards the white light hole.

With the "Memory Ghost Skin", he was not afraid of what the Memory Ghost could do.

A dazzling light flashed in front of his eyes. After stepping into the doorway, he opened his eyes again and found that Zuo Yang was still standing at the intersection of [Puning Street].

However, this time [Puning Long Street] was no longer as peaceful as before.

The seventh level of space: [Reality].

In the real [Puning Long Street], there were scattered garbage everywhere.

Most of the houses were old and covered with gray mold. Occasionally, there were a few people walking on the street, but they were also sloppy and haggard.

They were like puppets, carrying a sculptured skin behind them, and the skin was constantly squeezing their memories.

The real world was absurd and deformed.

"So... this is the real [Puning Street]. "

Behind him, Liu Sui exclaimed.

The rest of the people also looked at everything in front of them with surprise.

After a long time, they seemed to be tired of it.

Zuo Yang shook his head, "Let's go! They chose it themselves."

Moved and walked out of the street.

The Chu brothers and sisters thought for a while and also left the street.

Before leaving, Chu Gang pursed his lips, probably because he was a little embarrassed.

"Hey! Zuo Yang!"

"Although I don't know what happened, I still want to thank you for bringing us out!"