When the time came to six o'clock in the morning, Wen Zhong returned to Hong Shuangquan's residence. The fog in Baiyang Village today was particularly thick, and today was already the second day after Wen Zhong came to Baiyang Village.
Everything happening here is very strange. It is still midsummer, but the sky is still dark, and the surroundings are hazy, as if we are in a dream and not in reality.
The walkie-talkie could not contact Dai Zhibin, which was slightly different from Wang Muyou's situation. Dai Zhibin's walkie-talkie signal seemed to be outside the circle, and no matter how he connected, it could not be connected smoothly.
The bad premonition in Wen Zhong's heart became clearer. At this moment, he had returned to the residence, but the first floor of the residence was empty. Hong Shuangquan was not at home. Maybe the other person had gotten up early to farm, but Wen Zhong didn't care.
After all, Hong Shuangquan was also involved in some kind of supernatural phenomenon, and he didn't want to get too entangled with him.
If he wasn't worried about the balance in the village, Wen Zhong would probably take action directly to eliminate these potential threats.
He walked straight to the second floor of the residence.
I pulled the door on the second floor, but found that it was locked.
Seeing this, he did not choose to knock on the door as a test. The next moment, as a gray light lit up, Wen Zhong's figure appeared directly in the room.
Silence, deathly silence, not a sound in the room, not only that, not even a trace of light.
The silence in the room was a bit scary, but this was not a supernatural phenomenon. Through the ghost eyes, Wen Zhong looked at the window of the room, which was covered with all kinds of newspapers, and even the cracks in the window were filled.
There is also a dark and thick curtain hung in front of each window, which can not only block the light, but also block the sound.
There was nothing in the room, except a small wooden bed covered with dust. Dai Zhibin was not in the room.
"Something is not right. The current decoration of this house does not look like it can be made in one night. It looks like a new house that has been decorated for a long time and is still waiting to be moved in."
Wen Zhong dusted the velvet curtains with his hands. They were covered with dust, which instantly spread throughout the room when he touched them with his hands.
Suddenly, just as he was thinking, there was a series of footsteps outside the room door, 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.
The person who came was none other than Hong Shuangquan.
But compared to when Wen Zhong saw him before, Hong Shuangquan looked as if he had gone to a plastic surgery hospital for a facelift. Not only did he look younger, even his eyes that were injured before had become
Much brighter.
Seeing the miniature version of Hong Shuangquan, Wen Zhong's expression suddenly changed, and the other person's expression didn't look any better either. He opened his mouth and pointed at the ghost pupils emerging from Wen Zhong's forehead and kept trembling.
"Are you Hong Shuangquan's son?"
As Wen Zhong spoke, he stared at the other person with the ghost pupils on his forehead, trying to find out some secrets, but found nothing.
However, he still remembered that Hong Shuangquan said that he was an old bachelor, and now a smaller version of Hong Shuangquan appeared, and he didn't know if he was the other's illegitimate son.
"What do you mean? Where did my son come from?" The young man who looked like Hong Shuangquan was stunned when he heard this. When the other party said this, he immediately lost half of his fear and shouted: "You are quite a thief.
What’s interesting is that you dare to come to my house and steal things in broad daylight when you’re not working in the fields, and you think I’m just fooling around?”
Wen Zhong frowned and said, "Wait, you mean you are Hong Shuangquan?"
"Stop talking nonsense and follow me to the village chief's house. I want to see what tricks you can do for me today!"
As Hong Shuangquan spoke, he took out a hatchet from somewhere and slowly walked towards Wen Zhong.
If you ignore his trembling arms, most people will undoubtedly be suffocated by Hong Shuangquan's momentum at this time. Unfortunately, the person being threatened is Wen Zhong, and he only feels a headache now.
There is no doubt that time is going back. When he first met Hong Shuangquan in Houshan, the other person said that he looked very familiar to him. At that time, Wen Zhong thought this was just a polite comment.
But he didn't expect that he actually met 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 escape from the time regression?
Just as he was thinking, Hong Shuangquan had already arrived beside him. From such a close distance, he could clearly see that the hatchet in his hand was still shaking.
Wen Zhong didn't pay attention to the other party at all. He grabbed the hatchet, crushed it into scrap metal and threw it out of the room.
"This, how is this possible?" Hong Shuangquan had never experienced such a weird thing before. He unconsciously took a step back, and even had the slightest idea of turning around and running away.
Wen Zhong looked at Hong Shuangquan, his eyes gradually turned cold, and the ghost pupils on his forehead kept turning and turning. The turbid and bloodshot ghost pupils reflected Hong Shuangquan's figure, as if he would tear the other person's body apart in the next moment.
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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.
Wen Zhong looked at Hong Shuangquan's retreating back. He did not stop him, but instead allowed him to leave.
"Killing him is just a waste of effort. The current timeline has been changed. It seems that I am isolated in this Baiyang Village in the past. No, it is not just me, I am afraid that the same is true for others."
"This is a truly supernatural place, but finding that so-called ticket is probably a fantasy."
Yes, this real supernatural place is Baiyang Village in the past. As time goes back day by day, sooner or later they will face the real terror hidden in Baiyang Village.
And what's even more deadly is time.
If the ticket will only appear within a certain time period, then this means that if he misses the correct time period, he may never be able to get the ticket.
At the same time, the second stage of the ritual is not allowed to exit midway, which also means that he is likely to be trapped here alive and is still too weak to face the real ghost Wen Zhong.
"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 on which day they lived."
Wang Muyou is not worried. The important point is Dai Zhibin. The severed hand in the pool may have been planted by the other party at a certain time, and the burnt black ghost took the opportunity to lurk in the pool.
In other words, Dai Zhibin is probably dead, and died even further in the past.