Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

"What the hell?"

"What familiar smell?"

"Don't come over here!!!"

He cursed in his heart, but seeing the bitter-smiled face getting closer and closer, Zuo Yang still made a move.

He couldn't just lie there and wait for the bitter-smiled face to come over, betting that it wouldn't see that he was faking his death.

Betting your life with a ghost?

That's the stupidest thing.

He hurriedly took out his phone and unlocked it, and sent the previously edited message without hesitation.

[Zuo Yang: Hello, me one month ago! If you see this message, I may have died! Please remember! After you come to [Yongde Temple], don't participate in the blood-dripping prayer ceremony!

The temple does not enshrine a god, but an evil ghost.

If you donate blood, your essence will be extracted for offering.

Find a way, please find a way to avoid the blood step! ]

After confirming that the message was successfully sent, Zuo Yang dared to look at the bitter-smiled face that was slowly approaching him.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean by familiar smell?"

Although his body was still tied up by the strange branches.

But this did not mean that Zuo Yang did not dare to negotiate with the weirdness.

"Oh?"

"You were not drained of your essence by the ghost tree?"

"Is it because it is protecting you?"

Looking at Zuo Yang jokingly.

The bitter-smiled human face was not in a hurry to kill Zuo Yang, but looked at his chest faintly.

"Tsk..."

"I called you like this, but you didn't come out!"

"It seems that you are also asleep."

"Okay..."

"Since this human is destined to be with you, I will use him to sacrifice to you!"

The bitter-smiled human face said, raising his fingers.

The branches that tied Zuo Yang actually pierced into Zuo Yang's body.

"Puff~"

"Puff~"

The branches were like parasites that grew wildly. After drilling into Zuo Yang's body, they grew new branches again.

The flesh and bone marrow under the body surface.

In the next moment, it was stretched and twisted by the open branches.

"Ah!!!!"

As if thousands of insects and ants were biting him, Zuo Yang's screams echoed in the temple.

"You..."

"What are you talking about?"

"What do you mean by the smell of an old acquaintance!"

Zuo Yang's eyes were red with pain, but he still did not forget to get information from the bitter-smiled human face.

As a result, the bitter-smiled human face just looked at him coldly.

"A human bastard!"

"How dare you talk to me?"

"Die!"

"Bang!!!"

It raised its big feet high and was about to stomp on Zuo Yang's head.

"Woof woof~"

Suddenly, a dog barked!

At this time, it probably knew that Zuo Yang was going to die.

The little ink that had been with him couldn't help but yell.

It wanted to protect Zuo Yang.

What a pity!

After shouting twice, Xiao Moji trembled even more than Zuo Yang.

"Oh?"

"Black dog?"

The big foot suspended in the air paused, and the bitter-smiled human face seemed to step back a few steps out of repulsion.

But then, it shook its head again.

"Heh~"

"I forgot, I'm not afraid of you!"

"Bang!!!"

The scarlet blood plasma and white brain fluid exploded in front of his eyes.

Zuo Yang opened his eyes wide and saw Xiao Moji huddled beside him, his head crushed by the bitter-smiled human face.

"You!!!"

Looking at the bitter-smiled human face with angry eyes.

"Scum."

The next moment!

The guy looked at him with contempt, and the big black cloth-shoeed foot suddenly fell in front of him!

"Bang!!!"

Zuo Yang only felt dizzy, and his brain went blank...

"I..."

"I TM..."

"Did you get crushed by a ghost..."

The eyes turned white.

Zuo Yang's consciousness stayed in front of the big foot.

After a while of confusion, the whiteness in front of his eyes slowly dissipated.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Brother..."

"I know you just lost a relative and it's very uncomfortable..."

"But...but that..."

"Can you give me something to eat? I'm so big, if I don't eat something, I won't be able to donate blood at night!"

A familiar voice came.

Zuo Yang came back to his senses in shock and looked around in confusion.

[Yongde Temple] was full of sunshine, and people were meditating everywhere.

I have returned to [Yongde Temple] in the daytime!

It was still the morning when the old temple priest distributed food and the fat man asked me for food.

"Hey~"

"Brother? Brother?"

The pajamas fat man with glasses patted Zuo Yang's shoulder again, and Zuo Yang got used to it.

"Oh~oh~"

"Here...here..."

Hand over the cream bread from the backpackTo the fat man, the fat man's face was full of joy.

"Hehe~ Thanks! Brother!"

"When I get to the safe zone, I will definitely treat you to a good meal!"

Tearing open the bread bag, the fat man ate it whole.

His face was full of happiness.

This expression, in Zuo Yang's view, was like watching a movie replay.

"Hehe~"

"I'll talk about it after I survive tonight~"

After muttering to himself, Zuo Yang ignored the fat man and looked into the hall of [Yongde Temple].

There was a beam directly above the hall.

On the beam, there was a piece of white paper vaguely pasted.

"Sure enough..."

"The old temple keeper hid at the beginning..."

Already knowing the future, Zuo Yang looked at the statue wrapped in red cloth again.

"Hiss..."

"We need to find a way to avoid donating blood in public..."

"What should I do..."

"What should I do..."

He bowed his head and pondered.

Zuo Yang scanned everything he could see.

Finally, his eyes stopped at 037 in the hall, and... Little Moji.

"037..."

"Testosterone injection..."

"Little Moji..."

"It seems..."

"You can try..."

Eyes narrowed.

Zuo Yang thought for a moment, and then talked to the fat man who was eating bread.

"Hey~ buddy~"

"Where is the trash can here?"

"Ah? Trash can? You are quite decent, buddy!"

"Here~"

"In the left corner of the temple!"

The fat man pointed to a corner of the temple.

There, there was a garbage truck full of garbage, which was not very attractive.

Zuo Yang walked forward quickly, pretending to throw something out of his backpack.

In fact.

He looked inside the trash can, and indeed saw a few testosterone injection needles inside.

Picking up one at random, Zuo Yang put it in his backpack, picked up Xiao Moji and walked to the side.

"Xiao Moji..."

"Be good..."

"I need some of your blood... Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid..."

Comforting Xiao Moji, Zuo Yang carefully pierced Xiao Moji's dog leg with a needle and carefully drew out a little black dog blood.

Then, he put the syringe with black dog blood in his backpack, and then Zuo Yang picked up Xiao Moji and returned to the crowd.

After doing all this, Zuo Yang looked into the hall intently.

He looked at the ghost tree wrapped in red cloth, recalling everything that had happened before.

037 and the old temple keeper had an internal fight, and were punished by the ghost fruit.

There is nothing to say about this.

But...

That bitterly smiling face seems to have strange abilities.

Not only did the old temple keeper's paper form not appear when he was dealing with him, but the long-haired female ghost also lost her ability when dealing with him.

In other words, his ability might be...

He rubbed his chin slowly.

If his guess is correct.

Zuo Yang actually wanted to eat the black apple...

He also wanted... that ability!