Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 1

Quarrel!
very noisy!

Why is it so noisy!

The sweet dream was quickly pulled away, the dream was shattered in an instant, and the weirdness quickly converged.

Da da da~!

Tick ​​tick tick ~!

dong dong dong~!

Papa papa~!

Why is it so noisy!
In the dim room, the lights flickered, as if wailing or gasping for breath.

Eventually the lights went out.

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

"Noise, noisy! You know how noisy! Can't you just be quiet for a while!"

A furious rebuke resounded in the room.

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

accompanied by cries and panicked cries for help.

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

"Help? Don't kill me? Help me?"

"Run quickly? Don't come over?"

"What kind of fringe statement is this?"

"What are you doing outside? So fierce?"

Yu Zhile was immediately stunned.

"Robbery? Terrorism?"

Yu Zhile swallowed, and the movement outside the room made his anger from getting up disappear instantly.

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

"this is my house?"

Dazzling white walls, blue and white bedding, shelves with hanging bottles, and a strong smell of disinfectant lingering around the tip of the nose.

"I...I'm in the hospital?"

Yu Zhile quickly 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.

He was just wearing an ordinary short-sleeved shirt.

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

This short-sleeved shirt doesn’t seem to be mine, right?
Yu Zhile tugged at his clothes. He could confirm that the clothes were definitely not his. He did not have such cartoon two-dimensional clothes.

"what's the situation?"

The screams outside the house continued, and the sounds of footsteps and shouts were chaotic.

"Filming?" Such thoughts came to Yu Zhile's mind.

But at the next moment, Yu Zhile's pupils shrank suddenly and he covered his head with both hands.

Cold sweat was visible on his forehead.

Severe pain appears suddenly.

There are many things in my mind.

It is a picture and a memory.

"This...how is this possible..." Yu Zhile held his head, looking confused.

"Ghost, grandpa, Zhang Dong, supernatural resurrection...recreation of the underworld...mysterious revival!"

"No...it can't be like this. How could I travel through time without a dump truck? Traveling through time is not a matter of opening and closing one's eyes!"

Yu Zhile opened his mouth, wanting to say "f*ck", but couldn't.

What kind of world is this mysterious recovery?
It was a world where it was hard mode for anyone to survive.

The ghost who cannot be killed, the ghost who kills by rules.

"Ghosts can't be killed!"

"Only ghosts can deal with ghosts!"

"Observe the patterns 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 this place was not filming, nor was there robbery or terrorist activities, but that it was haunted.

And the ghost that haunted him was none other than his grandfather.

A grandpa who can walk on the lake.

The grandfather who fought with Zhang Dong and still survived.

A grandfather who looks skinny and frail.

Yu Zhile swallowed, he was afraid that he would die just after traveling through time.

"No..." Suddenly Yu Zhile seemed to have received some news, and he was stunned again.

"Give me one of your eyes, and I'll help you control a ghost."

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

Yu Zhile stared blankly at the blood-red and twisted text, and asked uncertainly for a moment, "Are you the system?"

"I am a ghost"

The font suddenly exploded, and then a new text appeared.

When he saw this new text clearly, Yu Zhile's heart skipped a beat, and his heart beat unsatisfactorily.

ghost!
It's a byword for taboo horror.

Especially after knowing that this is a mysterious recovery.

Yu Zhile looked at this twisted blood-red text, and he knew very clearly that this text appeared in his eyes, rather than just appearing in the air.

Because there were no blood-red words reflected on the windows.

This means that this ghost is on my body, but I can't feel it.

There are only a handful of ghosts who can communicate with living people among the mysterious resurgences.

This kind of ghost is extremely weird. Even people like Yang Jian have almost fallen into this type of ghost several times.

But it's also an opportunity.

"You said that as long as I give you one of my eyes, you will help me control a ghost?"

"right"

Yu Zhile couldn't believe that he could control a ghost with just one eye.

What are his eyes made of?
So valuable?

Does the predecessor know?
Yu Zhile did not agree rashly. He was silent for a while and asked a key question, "Why did you appear on me?"

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

"Your grandfather gave me two ghosts and asked me to stay on you."

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

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

In my memory, my grandfather, who was critically ill and about to die, was lying there, being examined by the doctor.

The predecessor actually never believed anything his grandpa said, which led to him not taking what his grandpa said to heart.

Instead of handing him over to an old man named Luo as his grandfather said, he took him to the hospital.

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

There is no need to say more about what happens next.

Grandpa Li Gui revived, and the entire hospital was enveloped.

Although grandpa split the ghosts when he was about to die, the split was not complete, which resulted in grandpa still possessing ghosts after he recovered.

By the way, he killed his predecessor with great righteousness, and this was how he traveled through time.

"Is your control helping me control a fully recovered ghost? Or a ghost that has not recovered?" Yu Zhile suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

He knew how terrifying his grandfather was.

In his memory, he told him that anything with a head would be attacked by him.

My predecessor just thought he was drinking too much and talking nonsense, and didn't take him seriously.

But now that Yu Zhile remembered this conversation, the hairs all over his body stood up.

This level of harm is directly S-level.

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

"random"

A combination of bloody words exploded, listing two words.

"Random?" Yu Zhile frowned, what does this mean?
The bloody words disappeared, but no new words were condensed this time.

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

If so, the stakes are high.

If he controls a fully revived ghost, how long can he survive?

The risk is extremely high, but what risks are considered in this situation?
The footsteps outside the house have gradually decreased, and the screams and wails have also become much less frequent.

time does not wait.

Yu Zhile stood up, walked carefully to the door of the ward, quietly opened it a crack and looked outside.

It was pitch dark outside, and someone could be seen hurriedly running toward the emergency exit in the corridor.

Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, it was clear from the way they looked back after running for a while that they were panicked.

It seems like ghosts aren't around here.

"Is there a way to leave Guixiao?"

"Give me an arm"

The red twisted words 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 to his mind.

(End of this chapter)