The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 207 to the future
"Boss Wen, why are you here!?"

"Huh? It's you, Zhao Jian. Why are you here?" Wen Zhong was also surprised when he saw that it was Zhao Jian who came out of the residence, and his expression became a little strange.

Zhao Jian was still in confusion. Hearing this, he immediately said, "Boss Wen, I still want to ask you. Didn't you ask me to go to Baiyang Village to find clues about this village?"

"You have been missing for so long, I thought something happened to you." Wen Zhong raised his brows and said, "What do you mean by what you said, have you been staying in this village all this time?"

Zhao Jian nodded. He didn't understand why Wen Zhong said that. He just hadn't contacted Wen Zhong for four days. He didn't expect the other party to come directly to Baiyang Village.

Without time to be confused, Zhao Jian quickly told Wen Zhong what he had found in Baiyang Village, especially about the rotting corpse.

As soon as these words came out, Wen Zhong's expression became even weirder. He didn't say anything, just took out a mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to Zhao Jian.

Zhao Jian took the phone in doubt and looked at it, his whole face changed instantly, only to see that the date column was displayed on the phone screen, and the date displayed at this moment was actually a week later.

In layman's terms, Zhao Jian has time-traveled, and he has actually time-traveled to the future.

"Zhao Jian, you." Wen Zhong said hesitantly, "What happened to you in Baiyang Village, and how did you become like this?"

"It's a long story. I'm still confused. I was chased and killed by a ghost before I came here." Zhao Jian said helplessly.

He actually crossed over, what are you kidding?
"Forget it, it happens that there is also a shortage of manpower here, so you can help first, anyway, this is not going back in time, so you can just pretend that you have slept for a week." Wen Zhong said lightly.

Zhao Jian smiled wryly and said, "That's the only way to go. So, what do you need me to do for you? If it's looking for things, I'm pretty good at it. I can't say anything else."

"Looking for something?" Wen Zhong motioned Zhao Jian to follow as he walked: "Of course it's not looking for things. You must have forgotten what we are best at, right?"

Zhao Jian asked with some doubts: "What is it?"

"Of course it's burying things. It looks like you've really slept for too long." Wen Zhong sighed, and the speed of his feet also accelerated.

Inexplicable, this feeling is very strange, Zhao Jian felt that Wen Zhong was a little strange, no, it was not just Wen Zhong, he felt that the whole Baiyang Village was a little weird.

"Wen Zhong, where are you going?"

Zhao Jian had a vague feeling that Wen Zhong had more information about Baiyang Village than himself, at least he had never discovered the path they were taking now.

Wen Zhong didn't speak, but kept walking towards the depths of the woods with his back to Zhao Jian.

Soon, as the two went deeper, an extremely strong smell of blood came from the depths of the woods.

Before Zhao Jian could say anything else, at this moment, several black shadows suddenly flashed in the woods on both sides, the leaves kept shaking, and the rustling sound echoed in the whole woods.

Wen Zhong stopped immediately when he heard the voice, and he turned his head to signal Zhao Jian to hide in the bushes with him.

Zhao Jian was a little puzzled, but seeing Wen Zhong's serious expression, he followed suit. The two just squatted in the grass next to them and observed the surrounding movements.

"No, Boss Wen, what is the situation now?" Zhao Jian asked a little strangely, and the current situation became more and more strange.

"The ghost is about to come out, let's hide here first." Wen Zhong said meaningfully.

In this way, the two stayed here for half an hour. Suddenly, Zhao Jian looked up into the depths of the woods, and the smell of blood was spreading.

It didn't dissipate completely, but a piece was missing, as if a hole had been opened. This feeling was hard to describe, as if there was a new road that cut off the smell of blood.

Suddenly, a highly blurred figure walked crookedly, step by step, on this small road. Its body was wrapped in black mist, and its specific appearance could not be seen clearly.

"There's only one, it's okay." Wen Zhong stared at the dark and blurred figure with flickering eyes, and after a while, the other person left the path, and the surroundings returned to calm.

"What the hell is that?" Zhao Jian asked.

"I don't know, this kind of thing will appear in Baiyang Village every night." Wen Zhong said: "Didn't you come here to find information, why don't you even know about this kind of thing?"

"Perhaps the village hadn't recovered at that time. I really didn't encounter such a phenomenon." Zhao Jian scratched his head and said, "Again, why are you the only one here, Boss Wen? Boss Fang and Boss Wang?" ?”

"Well, they are all inside, and you can see them by walking along this path." Wen Zhong said.

Seeing that the anomalies around them had subsided, Wen Zhong and Zhao Jian returned to the path, ready to continue heading deep into the woods.

This time Wen Zhong's speed was much faster than before, and Zhao Jian had to try his best to keep up with Wen Zhong's footsteps.

He didn't want to follow, but it was obvious that Wen Zhong knew more than him here, and the surrounding environment was too weird. I don't know why Zhao Jian always felt that something was wrong.

"Here we are." Wen Zhong said suddenly.

They came to a dark iron door, which was covered with stinky loess, and the lock was pried open. Under Zhao Jian's somewhat apprehensive gaze, Wen Zhong kicked open the iron door. The familiar rancid smell hits the face.

"What's in here?"

Zhao Jian looked at the dim scenery inside the iron gate, and there was a strong rancid smell that almost turned into substance. He resisted the urge to vomit, and asked Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong said: "This is a cemetery. We killed all the other ghost masters. Now we need to find something to bury them. You just happened to be here, so please help me."

His voice was very cold, as natural as killing a chicken, and there was a touch of scarlet blood in his eyes, as if he was still unsatisfied.

"What's the matter, look at your unwillingness?" Wen Zhong frowned and said.

"Is there?" Zhao Jian said.

"Yes, did you get sick from eating?" Wen Zhong walked into the cemetery with a smile.

Seeing this, Zhao Jian immediately followed. For some reason, this cemetery was darker than the surrounding environment. It looked extremely gloomy. I don't know if it was an illusion. Zhao Jian only felt that he heard the sound of nails scratching the coffin board.

(End of this chapter)