I had no idea that things would be like this, so I subconsciously asked: "Who is the landlord?"

The old man said: "The landlord's name is 'Ink Fox'"

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When the old man said this, his hair was blown inward by the wind, showing the hollow shape of the back of his head, which made my whole body get goosebumps.

This position should be part of the brain, or part of the nasal cavity, oral cavity, and trachea. In my common sense, it is impossible for people to survive without the back of the brain.

I asked cautiously: "Are you a human or a ghost? Was the one who died a week ago really you?"

The old man said: "It's me."

I took a step back and said with a trembling voice: "Then you are a zombie?"

The old man shook his head and said, "No. That's another me."

I was completely confused and stopped asking questions, waiting for the old man's explanation.

The old man said: "My life is a short cycle. Every seven days, I will die. Then I will wake up again and wait for the next death seven days later."

I said: "No, your body has been taken away during the day. Why is it still in this house when you wake up? And if you die every seven days, won't the neighbors notice the problem? That neighbor's aunt today

I didn’t say you had the habit of dying every Monday.”

The old man sighed and said, "You still don't understand. Didn't you lose your phone when you started selling watermelons? Do you know what day it is now?"

I made some calculations and said: "I came on the 7th and started selling watermelons for you the next day. This is the seventh day, so it will be the 14th!"

The old man shook his head mysteriously and said, "It's still number seven."

A bright light suddenly flashed in my mind and I said: "You mean...impossible, this is impossible!"

The old man said: "But this is the truth."

Time is a lie here. I only live in a cyclic time zone these days. Tomorrow I will go back to the first day when I started selling watermelons, and I'm afraid I don't even know that I have experienced such a thing.

I suddenly suspected that I had experienced many seven-day reincarnations here, but I just couldn't remember it. I also immediately understood the old man's situation: his body was indeed taken away every time he died. But because he died unjustly

Yes, he obeyed the law of "people die and eggs are born" and regressed to the form of laying eggs. In other words, after his body was taken away, another him hatched from the watermelon at home. And this he will also hatch in seven days.

Then he died. But the time trick had already taken effect and he returned to the time of his last death. So to his neighbors, it was just his first death.

But strictly speaking, is the person he hatched still the same person? Am I still the same person I was seven days ago?

Being hatched, waiting for death after seven days, and the cycle repeats...

I thought about it and couldn't help but feel horrified.

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Chapter completed!