Chapter 1: Trickery

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Noisy!

It's noisy!

Why is it so noisy!

The dream was quickly withdrawn, the dream was shattered in an instant, and the bizarre and rapid convergence converged.

Dada~!

Tick tock~!

Knock knock~!

Papapa~!

Why is it so noisy!

In the dimly lit room, the lights flickered, as if wailing, as if gasping.

Eventually, the lights went out.

Yu Zhile, who was lying on the table, sat up violently, his face full of anger.

"Noisy, noisy! Just know noisy! Can't you just be quiet for a while! ”

A raging rant rang out in the room.

The sounds outside the room seemed to pause for a moment, but then a louder noise followed.

And accompanied by cries and panicked cries for help.

Hearing the sound outside the door clearly, Yu Zhile was stunned for a moment.

"Help? Don't kill me? Help me? ”

"Run? Don't come over? ”

"What kind of marginal statement is this?"

"What's going on out there? So fierce? ”

Yu Zhile was directly stunned.

"Robbery? Terrorism? ”

Yu Zhile swallowed his saliva, and the movement outside the house made his wake-up breath disappear in an instant.

It was at this time that Yu Zhile realized that something was wrong.

"This is my home?"

The dazzling white walls, the blue and white bedding, the shelves with hanging bottles, and a large smell of disinfectant water surround the tip of the nose.

"I ...... Am I in the hospital? ”

Yu Zhile hurriedly checked his clothes, although the room was dark, at least he could still see.

Fortunately, I didn't wear a white coat or a hospital gown.

It's just an ordinary short-sleeved shirt.

Yu Zhile breathed a sigh of relief, wait......

It doesn't look like this short sleeve is mine either, right?

Yu Zhile pulled his clothes, he could confirm that the clothes were definitely not his, he didn't have this kind of cartoon two-dimensional clothes.

"What's the situation?"

Outside the house, the screams continued, and the footsteps and shouts were chaotic.

"Filming?" Such a thought popped up in Yu Zhile's mind.

But in the next moment, Yu Zhile's pupils contracted suddenly, and his hands directly covered his head.

Cold sweat was visibly oozing from his forehead.

Sudden onset of sharp pain.

There's a lot more to my head.

It is a picture and a memory.

"This ...... How is this possible......" Yu Zhile hugged his head, his face dazed.

"Ghost, grandpa, Zhang Dong, supernatural resurrection...... Re-engineering the ...... Mysterious Resurrection! ”

"No...... It can't be like this, how can I cross without a mud truck, crossing is not a matter of opening and closing my eyes! ”

Yu Zhile opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

What is the world of mystical resurgence?

It was a world where it was already hard mode for a living person to survive.

Ghosts that can't be killed, ghosts who kill people by regularity.

"Ghosts can't be killed!"

"The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts!"

"Observe the laws of ghosts!"

The three laws of recovery, the three laws of despair that run through the entire recovery.

It was at this moment that he realized that it was not filming, nor was there robbery and terror, but haunting.

And the haunted ghost is none other than his grandfather.

A grandfather who can walk on the lake.

The grandfather who has fought with Zhang Dong and is not dead.

A skinny and weak grandfather.

Yu Zhile swallowed his saliva, he was afraid that he would die as soon as he crossed.

"No...... right"

Suddenly, Yu Zhile seemed to have received some news, and the whole person was stunned again.

"Give me one eye of yours, I'll help you harness a ghost"

The blood-red and distorted words appeared in front of Yu Zhile out of thin air.

Yu Zhile looked at this blood-red distorted text in a daze, and asked with some uncertainty for a while, "Are you a system?" ”

"I'm a ghost"

The font shattered, and a new piece of text appeared.

When he saw this new text clearly, Yu Zhile chuckled in his heart, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

Ghost!

It's a synonym for taboo horror.

This is especially true after knowing that this is a mysterious revival.

Yu Zhile looked at this distorted blood-red text, and he knew very well that this text appeared in his eyes, not just in the air.

Because, there is no blood-red text reflected on the window.

This means that this ghost is in his body, but he can't feel it.

There are only a handful of ghosts that can communicate with living people in the mysterious resurgence.

This kind of ghost is extremely weird, even a person like Yang Jian has almost been planted on this type of ghost several times.

But it's also an opportunity.

"You said that if I gave you one of my eyes, you would help me harness a ghost?"

"Right"

Yu Zhile couldn't believe it, just one eye, he could actually let him control a ghost.

What are his eyes made of?

So what's worth it?

Did the predecessor know?

Yu Zhile didn't rush to agree, he was silent for a while and asked a key question, "Why did you appear to me?" ”

As he asked the question, the words in front of him exploded again, and the scattered red light regathered to form a new text.

"Your grandfather gave me two ghosts to stay on you"

Looking at this text, Yu Zhile's face changed slightly.

Seeing the word grandpa, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the hospital bed not far away.

In my memory, my grandfather, who was dying of illness, lay on it and was examined by the doctor.

The predecessor never believed everything his grandfather said, which led to him not taking what his grandfather said to heart.

did not go to hand him over to an old man surnamed Luo as his grandfather said, but took him to the hospital.

The old man surnamed Luo didn't stop him, and just turned around and left.

Needless to say, the rest of the matter is needless to say.

Grandpa was resuscitated, and the entire hospital was shrouded.

Although grandpa was about to die, he split the ghost too much, but the split was not complete, which led to the fact that after grandpa recovered, he still had a ghost.

By the way, he destroyed his predecessor with righteousness, and this is his crossing.

"You're helping me navigate a fully revived ghost? Or is it a ghost who has not been resuscitated? Yu Zhile suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

He knew how terrifying his grandfather was.

In his memory, he had told him that anything, as long as it had a head, would be attacked by him.

The predecessor only talked nonsense there when he drank too much and didn't take it seriously.

But now Yu Zhile remembered this conversation, and the hairs on his body rose.

This special degree of harm is directly S-class.

I just don't know if grandpa has split this ghost, if not, even if he controls the ghost, he will die here.

"Random"

The blood-colored text exploded into a combination, listing two words.

"Random?" Yu Zhile frowned, what does this mean?

The blood-colored text vanished, but this time no new text was condensed.

Yu Zhile was completely puzzled, "Random? Could it be that the degree of recovery is random? ”

If so, then the risk is greater.

How long will he live if he harnesses a fully revived ghost?

The risk is extremely high, but what risk is considered in this situation?

The sound of footsteps outside the house had gradually decreased, and the screams and wails had become much less.

Time waits for no one.

Yu Zhile stood up, cautiously walked to the door of the ward, and quietly opened a crack to look outside.

It was pitch black outside, and people in the hallway could be seen hurrying towards the emergency exit.

Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, looking at the way they looked back after running for a while, it could be seen that they were panicked.

It seems that the ghost is not around here.

"Is there a way to get out of the ghost?"

"Give Me an Arm"

The red distorted text suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the corners of Yu Zhile's mouth twitched slightly, but suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly, and an idea came out of his heart.

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