The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 217 The Real Spiritual Land

At six o'clock in the morning, Wen Zhong returned to Hong Shuangquan's residence. Today's Baiyang Village is extremely foggy, and today is already the second day Wen Zhong came to this Baiyang Village.

Everything that happened here was very strange. It was clearly still midsummer, but the sky was still dark, and the surroundings were hazy, as if in a dream and not in reality.

The walkie-talkie couldn't contact Dai Zhibin, which was a little different from Wang Muyou's situation. Dai Zhibin's walkie-talkie signal seemed to be outside the circle, no matter how he connected, he couldn't get through smoothly.

The bad premonition in Wen Zhong's heart became more and more clear. Now he has returned to the residence, but the first floor of the residence is empty, Hong Shuangquan is not at home, maybe the other party got up early to farm, Wen Zhong doesn't care about it.

After all, Hong Shuangquan was also related to some kind of supernatural phenomenon, and he didn't want to get too entangled with the other party.

If he hadn't been worried about the balance in the village, Wen Zhong might have taken action directly to eliminate these potential threats.

He went straight to the second floor of the residence.

He pulled the door on the second floor, but found that the door was locked behind him.

Seeing this, he didn't choose to knock on the door as a test. The next moment, as a gray light lit up, Wen Zhong's figure directly appeared in the room.

Silence, deathly silence, not a single sound in the room, not only that, not even a ray of light.

The silence in the room was a bit scary, but this was not a supernatural phenomenon. Wen Zhong looked at the window of the room through the ghost pupil, and it was covered with all kinds of newspapers, and even the gaps in the windows were filled.

There is also a dark and thick curtain hanging in front of each window, which can not only block light, but also block sound.

There was nothing in the room, except for a small wooden bed full of dust, and Dai Zhibin was not in the room.

"Something's not quite right. The current layout of this house doesn't look like it could be made in one night. It looks like a new house that has been furnished for a long time and is still waiting to move in."

Wen Zhong brushed off the curtains made of flannelette with his hands, covered with dust, which instantly spread throughout the room with his touch.

Suddenly, just as he was thinking, a series of footsteps sounded outside the door of the room, followed by the sound of a key opening the door.

The next moment, as the lights in the room turned on, a familiar but slightly unfamiliar face appeared in Wen Zhong's eyes.

It was Hong Shuangquan who came.

But compared to when Wen Zhong saw him before, Hong Shuangquan at this moment is almost as if he went to a plastic surgery hospital for a facelift. Much brighter.

Seeing the miniature version of Hong Shuangquan, Wen Zhong's expression suddenly changed, and the other party's expression couldn't be better, he opened his mouth and pointed at the ghost pupil on Wen Zhong's forehead, trembling.

"Are you Hong Shuangquan's son?"

While Wen Zhong was talking, at the same time, the ghost eyes on his forehead stared fixedly at the other party, trying to see some secrets from it, but found nothing.

However, he still remembered that Hong Shuangquan said that he was an old bachelor, and now a reduced version of Hong Shuangquan appeared, and he didn't know if it was the other party's illegitimate child.

"What do you mean? Where does my son come from?" The young man who looked like Hong Shuangquan was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately lost half of his fear when he was told by the other party, and shouted: "You are a thief. Interesting, how dare you come to my house to steal things without going to work in broad daylight, and treat me as a fool?"

Wen Zhong frowned and said, "Wait, you mean to say that you are Hong Shuangquan?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and follow me to the village chief's house, I want to see what tricks you can do for me today!"

As Hong Shuangquan said, he took out a hatchet out of nowhere and walked towards Wen Zhong slowly.

If one ignores his trembling arm, most people would undoubtedly be overwhelmed by Hong Shuangquan's aura at this time, but it's a pity that the person being threatened is Wen Zhong, and now he only feels a headache.

There is no doubt that time is going back. When he first met Hong Shuangquan in Houshan, the other party said that he looked very familiar. At that time, Wen Zhong thought it was just a polite remark.

But unexpectedly, he actually saw Hong Shuangquan in the past.

At this moment, Wen Zhong had a bold idea in his heart. If he killed the other party here, what would the future look like?
Can he take this opportunity to get out of time travel?
Just as he was thinking, Hong Shuangquan had come to his side. From such a close distance, he could clearly see that the hatchet in his hand was still shaking.

Wen Zhong didn't have the heart to pay attention to the other party at all, grabbed the hatchet, crumpled it into scrap iron and threw it out of the room.

"This, how is this possible." Hong Shuangquan had never experienced such a strange thing, and he took a step back unconsciously, and even had a thought in his mind to turn around and run away.

Wen Zhong looked at Hong Shuangquan, his eyes gradually became cold, and the ghost pupil on his forehead kept turning, and the cloudy and bloodshot ghost pupil reflected Hong Shuangquan's figure, as if he would tear the opponent's body apart in the next moment .

When Hong Shuangquan saw this scene, his psychological defense finally collapsed. He ran out of the room as if he was crazy, shouting frantically that there was a ghost in the house while running.

Wen Zhong looked at Hong Shuangquan's back, he didn't stop him, but let him leave.

"Killing him is just a waste of energy. The current timeline has been changed. I seem to be isolated in this old Baiyang Village. No, it's not just me, but everyone else is probably the same."

"This is the real spiritual place, but it may be impossible to find that so-called ticket."

That's right, this real spiritual place is Baiyang Village in the past. As time goes back day by day, they will face the real horror hidden in Baiyang Village sooner or later.

And more deadly, time.

If the ticket will only appear during a certain time period, then it means that if he misses the correct time period, he may never be able to get that ticket.

At the same time, the second stage of the ceremony is not allowed to quit halfway, which also means that he is likely to be trapped here alive, and he is still too weak to face the real Li Gui Wenzhong.

"You shouldn't go to the water pool. The opportunity to go back in time is probably outside the village. Wang Muyou and the others should still be alive, but it's hard to say when they will be alive."

He wasn't worried about Wang Muyou, the focus was on Dai Zhibin, the severed hand in the pool was probably planted by the other party at a certain time, and the scorched black ghost took the opportunity to lurk in the pool.

In other words, Dai Zhibin is likely to be dead, and died in a more distant past.

(End of this chapter)