"Is this common? Every ghost king sets his own calendar?" Wu Ling asked.
Luo Mu thought for a while, "It seems... I don't know... I only heard about the other ghost kings from my brother."
I suddenly realized that if Lan Ji set her own year, other ghost kings might do the same. The "seven years later" I saw is most likely not accurate.
This made my heart lift.
Thinking on the bright side, normally speaking, in order to form a pattern like the future world, people all over the world have to adapt and accept it, which is impossible in just a few decades. In that case, we still have a lot of time to deal with the gradual deterioration of the world.
Thinking about the worst, maybe we don’t have seven years at all. There are ghosts, and there are many ghosts from the underworld who have come to the world. After the number of ghosts is reversed, and the ghosts have the upper hand in numbers, this change of concept may not take that long at all. In one or two years, maybe people all over the world will accept the fact that there are ghosts in this world, and they will also accept the fact that ghosts are more powerful than humans.
My heart is heavy.
The thin man and the fat man looked ugly.
The people in Qingye were probably used to strong winds and waves, and their expressions did not change at this moment.
"When you came here, how were the people here dressed? You should be able to roughly estimate the year of origin, right?" Wu Ling did not dwell on the date, and changed his angle to guide Luo Mu.
Luo Mu suddenly realized, "At that time, the phone booth looked like this..." He gestured, a little anxious, "Just inside the store, there was someone... selling things."
"The public phone in the canteen?" Wu Ling asked.
Luo Mu nodded, uneasy, "I... no one saw me... I just... um... until, wait, wait until there is a public phone on the road, a coin-operated public phone, I... that phone... "
Wu Ling was thoughtful.
If when Luo Mu came here, there were no public phone booths in the streets and alleys, but public phones in canteens, then he had arrived in the real world quite a long time ago. Decades of time…
"I just stayed on the side of the road... I saw my little sister." Luo Mu's mood dropped again, his lips moved, and he whispered, "She died... When she was playing outside, she was taken away by someone. He...died on the road..."
Trafficking
"She wanted to go home but couldn't find her. She remembered her home phone number. I just... "
"You never used a public phone before that?" Wu Ling asked.
Luo Mu shook his head, "No... I don't know... It was the first time I saw it. I realized later... She told me to call. I... I wanted to help her. I didn't expect that to work."
This should be Luo Mu's first time using a phone booth.
I don’t know whether it was the special circumstances of the future world that gave Luo Mu this ability, or whether Luo Mu’s death and transformation into a ghost gave him such power. Probably both factors.
"After the call got through...she didn't know she was dead. A little child...her mother, her mother cried...she didn't. Her mother said a lot, asking her to be well, reincarnate or something..." Luo Mu muttered , "She didn't quite understand. I didn't understand either. Neither of us knew what to do at that time. She called... intermittently. Maybe it was because I was too weak at the time. It took several times... to understand."
"Her mother told you about reincarnation? What did she say?"
"That is, after death, go to another world and wait for the opportunity. Her mother seems to be preparing to give birth to a child. By then, she will be her mother's child again. That's it..." When Luo Mu said this , his tone revealed his envy.
He was born in an abnormal environment, and he longed for peace in the real world.
Luo Mu said in despair: "She disappeared... She should have gone to another world. I didn't. I don't know how to go... Maybe, this is another world. I... If I were reincarnated, I would go back... "
I was stunned.
I looked at Wu Ling. Wu Ling lowered his eyes as if thinking.
What if our previous thoughts were wrong. The real world we live in is just the "underworld" of another world...
No, that doesn't make sense.
The underworld has its own unique environment.
Judging from Shen Xiaorong's experience and the reincarnations I have witnessed, these are two worlds with nothing in common.
Reincarnation is not like this.
There is no reincarnation in Luo Mu's world. Of course. Because the underworld has disappeared.
"What happened next? Did you ask other ghosts to call?" Wu Ling raised his eyes.
"Yeah." Luo Mu nodded absently, and after coming back to his senses, he became uneasy again, "Some, some just want to say goodbye. Want, want to say their last words. But... But some... They grabbed the phone and called to threaten. , and scary... I..." Luo Mu bit his lip, "The phone booth, the phone booth at that time, just... changed..."
He bent down, resting his forehead on his knees, and said in a muffled voice, "The phone booth was very strange at that time. I don't know what to do... I, I have no way... There is no way... I run around, but... But I always meet... It seems that the phone booth is there, attracting those ghosts. And then... and then... "
Luo Mu trembled.
"And then, did you witness with your own eyes how those ghosts killed people?" Wu Ling said calmly.
Luo Mu trembled even more.
"I, I... that person... I don't know why it happened... the phone, the phone call, the phone booth, and the ghost, all... I followed... I saw that person... just outside the phone booth... that person wanted to He was running away. He kept running and screaming. I don’t know why, but... that ghost, that ghost bit him... "
Luo Mu cried: "After that, the phone booth became even stranger. I saw people entering the phone booth. The phone booth... ate... those people... "
"When did this happen?" Wu Ling asked.
Luo Mu cried and did not answer.
Wu Ling asked again.
I shouted.
Luo Mudu only focused on himself and cried.
Liu Miao reached out, grabbed Luo Mu's shoulders, and pulled him up.
His face was stained with tears, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.
"When did it start?" Wu Ling asked.
"This year, no, last year, starting from last year..." Luo Mu replied subconsciously.
Last year... this time coincided with the deterioration of the world.
"It started eating people last year. This year, just before, not long ago, it... it no longer has to call ghosts..." Luo Mu stared at his toes, "it started to control those ghosts..."
"Can your phone booth control ghosts?"
Luo Mu nodded, then shook his head, "It's just, it's just attraction. It finds people, like, like those people..."
Luo Mu glanced at me.
I immediately understood that he was talking about people like Yu Xiaoqin and Tang Wen.
"On condition that I miss the deceased?" I asked.
Luo Mu still shook his head, "Yeah, no, not necessarily. Just keep thinking about it."
"What happens after we are recruited?" Wu Ling asked.
Luo Mu whispered: "Just kill people... Be polluted... Some will be polluted immediately, and some will resist for a while... Resist for a long time..."
Luo Mu glanced at me again at this time.
"Yu Xiaoqin's husband resisted for a long time, her mother and Tang Wen's son..." I was a little sad.
Luo Mu did not nod, but withdrew his gaze, grasped his knees with one hand, raised his shoulders, and lowered his head to his chest.