The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 218 Backtracking Time

"Ten years, time has gone back at least ten years." Wen Zhong was sitting on the dusty bed thinking.

From Hong Shuangquan's age, it can be inferred that after he came back from the village this time, the length of time backtracked was about ten years.

The more he thought about it, the more Wen Zhong felt that his current situation was quite dangerous.

terror.

The long-lost sense of fear filled his heart again, and the difficulty span of the second stage of the ceremony was simply not ordinary.

It is impossible for the current Wen Zhong to attack this ghost village. He can only find a way to find the ticket and complete the so-called second stage of the ceremony honestly.

"It's still the same problem. There is no hint about the ticket at all. It is almost impossible to find the ticket in this case."

His current situation is that he is weak and has nowhere to use.

He can only choose to wait, waiting for the date to go back day by day, and at the same time look for the ticket.

Of course, the premise is that the ticket does not appear in the next ten years, otherwise he can almost be sentenced to death.

"The obvious anomaly at present is the pool outside the village, and the village will become normal after time goes back, but this is only temporary. As the backtracking deepens, there will always be the horror hidden in the village. match."

"So, what should we do now." Wen Zhong thought about it.

He didn't want to go to that water pool for the time being, because that group of scorched black ghosts was still dormant in the water pool, and there should be no problem when the backtracking time exceeds Dai Zhibin.

But how long will we have to wait for this time?
"Actually, if you think about it differently, what happened here is not a time regression, but a very strange supernatural phenomenon, which seems to make sense."

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong got up and walked out of the house, he was going to look for some more clues in the village.

At present, Baiyang Village is considered safe, but it will not be so after a while, no, it should be said to go back for a while.

"I need to ask more questions related to the history of Baiyang Village, so that if there is a time regression, I can also know in time how long it has been."

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong sneaked into the small square where the uncles and aunts danced square dances.

Unlike the bustling square dances in the city, the square dance in Baiyang Village does not have harsh music, only the lead dancers standing in front of the line and beating the beat, and the old men and women with plain expressions and looking weak.

A young man in his early 20s mixed in among a group of old people, is very eye-catching no matter where he is, let alone in this square dancing team.

Soon, an old man with stubble on his face and skin tanned by the sun came over, he stared at Wen Zhong suspiciously, and said after a long while: "Young man, you are not from our village, are you? If you come to travel, you can go to other places to see, we still have to prepare for the game, so we won't entertain you."

"Grandpa, I'm here to participate in the competition. I'm a foreign aid invited by your village chief. I'll dance with you when you dance." Wen Zhong said, and a big roc spread its wings expressionlessly. Just looking at this shape, There is already a bit of charm for the uncles and aunts.

"Out, outside what?"

Obviously, Wen Zhong's words successfully touched the uncle's knowledge blind spot.

"It's foreign aid." Wen Zhong explained, "He's the one who came to help you win the game."

As soon as the words came out, the expression on the uncle's face became even more puzzled, and he could even be described as confused. It took him a long time to speak again: "You city people really know how to play."

Immediately, the uncle returned to the square dance team again, and the leader saw that Wen Zhong didn't mean to make trouble, so he let him stay here.

Pretend to be cooked.

This is a countermeasure that Wen Zhong came up with on the spur of the moment. Apart from inquiring about the history of Baiyang Village, he also has another purpose, which is to inquire about the whereabouts of the other people.

Just like the middle-aged Hong Shuangquan had an impression of himself, these old people might also have an impression of the rest of them.

Of course, the premise is that the time he goes back is not the earliest.

At present, all he knows is that Dai Zhibin's retrospective time is earlier than his own, such as No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], and Wang Muyou's backtracking progress is beyond his knowledge.

Anyway, give it a try.

Soon, the intense and wonderful square dance came to an end as the sun set, and the faces of the grandparents rarely showed satisfied smiles.

"Young man, your square dance moves are really good, you really deserve to be that foreigner, haha."

The uncle who had spoken to him before took the initiative to praise Wen Zhong, and several other uncles and aunts around him also came forward to talk to him, and Wen Zhong was completely surrounded for a while.

"Where, where, I danced with everyone. Grandpas and aunts, I have something else I want to ask you." After a few casual sentences, Wen Zhong also chose to get straight to the point.

"I major in archeology, so I wonder if you can tell me about the history of our Baiyang Village."

As soon as this remark came out, the uncles and aunts were obviously taken aback, although they didn't know why an archaeologist who could only occasionally hear it on the radio was interested in the history of Baiyang Village.

But they still told Wen Zhong some of the history of Baiyang Village that they knew.

To sum up and refine the words of the grandpas and aunts, the biggest feature of this Baiyang village is that it has no characteristics, the same mountains, the same water, the same fields, and the same people. Even the daily routine is exactly the same as the ordinary mountain villages outside.

As for history, it is full of trifles and has no value for reference at all.

However, when Wen Zhong asked them if they had met someone who was dressed like him before, an old man gave him some useful clues.

"It was about 20 years ago. It was a dark and windy night. Uh, a man who was about this tall and strong and dressed in black passed by my house."

The uncle said while gesturing: "At that time, I had a deep impression on him, but it was not because of the clothes he wore, but because of what he said."

"Oh? What did you say?" Wen Zhong asked.

"He said: 'Damn it, why is the time wrong this time, I have clearly mastered the rules of this village, how could this happen, if this continues, the ticket will fly away!'"

Wen Zhong said, "Is that all?"

The uncle said: "At that time, all I could think about was going to the county seat, so when he said the ticket, I rushed out immediately, just to see what the ticket looked like."

"In the end, I didn't see the ticket, but I saw the back of that person. He looked very energetic. There seemed to be a mask hanging on his waist, and there seemed to be a word written on it. I can't remember exactly what it was."

(End of this chapter)