The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 1 Moldy
"Here are the latest horror stories, and here are the most truly weird experiences. This is the bridge between us and the underworld. Leave your horror and horror to me. Welcome to Midnight Talk!"

With the sound of low-pitched music, the old-fashioned radio in Wen Zhong's hand began to blare.

"It's unlucky, this broken radio can still listen to such a trendy station."

The radio was dug out from the corner of the room by Wen Zhong when he was cleaning the room, and he opened it with the attitude of giving it a try. If it still works, maybe he can list it on a second-hand website under the name of "antique" to earn a little money. Pen.

"Hello, everyone. It's [-]:[-] p.m. Beijing time. Welcome to Midnight Shihua. I'm the host of this program, Ge Se, and I will bring you the latest and most true horror stories!"

"What the hell is this man's name?" After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the radio, Wen Zhong didn't intend to continue listening.

Seeing the mildew wafting around the room, Wen Zhong turned off the radio, took out the batteries and put them on the table.

Then he picked up the feather duster that was placed aside, put on a mask and continued to clean the house.

Because of his busy schedule at university, Wen Zhong hasn't returned to this rented room for more than a week. When he opened the door the day before yesterday, he was greeted with a dark, damp musty smell.

At first he thought it was because he hadn't been home for too long and didn't take this matter to heart at all, but he didn't realize something was wrong until he lifted the quilt at night.

His bed was covered in mold.

Wen Zhong called the landlord as soon as he saw the situation, but he has not been able to contact the landlord until now.

"Sell this radio to recover some losses." After cleaning up the mold for three days, I feel that my body is about to get moldy.

It wouldn't be too much to sell you a radio to comfort yourself, would it?

"Zi...Zi...Zi..."

There was a sudden sound of electricity, which startled Wen Zhong.

"This broken radio, why is it still leaking electricity?"

Wen Zhong frowned. If it broke, the value would be greatly reduced. At this moment, the radio started to beep again.

"Zi...ghost...the ghost is coming...run..."

ghost?
Wen Zhong's face turned pale, because he remembered that he had pulled out the battery inside.

"It's really moldy, first the room is a garbage dump, and then the radio with its own backup power, lucky enough."

Wen Zhong slapped his face fiercely, he kept telling himself that there are no ghosts in this world, they are all scaring themselves.

After thinking about it, he quickly threw the radio into the bedroom, then took off his clothes and ran into the bathroom to take a shower to wash away his bad luck.

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After taking a shower, Wen Zhong calmed down a lot. He went straight to the fairly clean sofa. He didn't want to lie on the bed anymore. He had been sleeping on the sofa for the past two days.

"Headache, I knew I would never come back."

It was time to go back to school tomorrow, and he figured that if he still couldn't contact the landlord, he might as well borrow a bed in the dormitory for a few days. As for the house, since it wasn't his own, he could leave it to the landlord to worry about.

Although Wen Zhong is a native of Da'an City, but because the university is too far away from home, and because he is not used to living in a dormitory, he simply rented a hut next to the university to live alone.

He thinks that living alone is more free, which is actually the case, but cleaning is a little more troublesome.

At night, Wen Zhong lay on the sofa tossing and turning, but couldn't sleep. He only felt that the smell was getting stronger and stronger. Apart from the cold and damp smell, there was even...a bloody smell.

Wait, the smell of blood?

Wen Zhong frowned slightly, the musty smell was nothing but the smell of blood coming out, is the next door killing chickens?

But the moment his feet stepped on the ground, cold sweat broke out on Wen Zhong's back.

Not right.

With the help of the weak light, Wen Zhong found that his feet were covered with a layer of thin fleece as if he had put on socks, and there was a stench mixed with blood and musty smell coming from the soles of his feet.

Wen Zhong hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of his feet.

I saw that the familiar flesh color on his feet had disappeared, replaced by gray-white mold, and the mold had a tendency to climb upwards.

What's going on, alien invasion?

"Erosion." For some reason, this word appeared in Wen Zhong's mind.

At this moment, the home that was thought to be cleaned suddenly began to fall down with mildew.

Wen Zhong's hand holding the phone trembled violently, and cold sweat kept sliding down his cheeks. He felt as if the mold had come to life, spreading upwards...to his knees...to his thighs...until it finally wiped his entire body people swallowed.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the open flesh caused bursts of severe pain when exposed to the air.

Call the police!Call the police!Wen Zhong yelled frantically in his heart, but the more anxious he became, the more his hands shook, and finally he couldn't even hold the phone, and accidentally dropped it.

"Pa—" the phone fell heavily on the ground, and the bright light on the screen only lasted for a few seconds before being swallowed by the wildly growing mold.

Wen Zhong found in despair that in this room, starting from the bathroom and along the corridor, everything visible had been covered with a thick layer of mold.

What's happening here?Is it the end of the world?
A series of situations made Wen Zhong go crazy.

He could only force himself to calm down, Wen Zhong tried to get up, but there was a biting pain from his feet on the ground.

"Hiss!" He grinned and took a few breaths, trying to relieve the pain.

Wen Zhong trembled all over, managed to stabilize his body, and looked towards the bathroom again.

The mold seems to spread from the bathroom, could it be because of the water?

Because he was going to school tomorrow, Wen Zhong wanted to wash it well, probably because of this, he was infected with the damn mold.

The mold had spread to his knees. At this moment, Wen Zhong could smell nothing but the smell of blood mixed with musty.

Watching himself being eroded bit by bit but unable to do anything about it drove Wen Zhong almost crazy.

"What to do, what to do, the phone is broken, and I can't run far with my legs like this. I yelled so many times just now, and based on the broken sound insulation, it stands to reason that someone should come and see the situation at this time." Wen Zhong Shivering, he had already thought of the worst-case scenario, that is, the entire building was eroded.

If so, what should I do?
Just as Wen Zhong was thinking about how to get out, there was a figure downstairs quickly approaching the building.

The visitor couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see that his eyes were staring straight at the building, he glanced around, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Got you."

(End of this chapter)