I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 7 Ghost Slave Blocks the Door

"Little sister?"

Lin Yuan called out a few times, but received no response.

He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly noticed a mask on the bedside table. This mask was clearly the same one he had seen in the children's clothing store where he had met Zhou Zheng in the last time he had been in a delusional dream.

How did this mask end up here?

Lin Yuan's heart sank, but considering his current situation, and in order not to frighten Lin Yue, he still picked up the mask and put it on.

The mask was prepared for the child, so it wasn't very big, but it just covered Lin Yuan's left cheek.

It's just that it's worn a bit crookedly, giving it a strangely carefree feel.

He picked up the phone, which had already gone black, and glanced at it to make sure that the left side of his face was completely covered. Then he took two steps forward and gently patted Lin Yue's shoulder. "Little sister, are you... alright?"

Lin Yue didn't turn around; she kept looking down at her phone.

Her hair was loose, obscuring her face and the phone screen, with only a faint light filtering through.

Previously, Lin Yuan might have been too far away to hear the sounds coming from the phone.

But now that he was closer, he noticed that the sound coming from Lin Yue's phone almost overlapped with the opera music in his mind.

This discovery made his body stiffen.

Suddenly, Lin Yue began humming along with the opera music, which made the vague opera singing in Lin Yuan's mind suddenly clear.

Frustration and unease surged into Lin Yuan's heart at the same time. He disregarded everything else and grabbed Lin Yue's shoulder.

His strength was great, but it was just enough to pull Lin Yue around.

Lin Yue slowly raised her head, her delicate face already covered in heavy theatrical makeup, her bright eyes staring straight at Lin Yuan.

And the opera singing she was reciting hadn't stopped yet, "This body remains the same, and so does this soul..."

This person is not my sister, Lin Yue!

This person... is a ghost!

Lin Yuan suddenly realized what was happening, grabbed the lamp holder from the bedside table, and smashed it hard against "Lin Yue's" head.

boom!

He was very strong, and the lamp holder shattered with a crash, but "Lin Yue" remained motionless, like a stubborn rock.

Despite suffering such a heavy blow, not even a single hair on its head was moved.

Lin Yuan was terrified. He turned and fled the room, closing the bedroom door behind him.

however.

Lin Yue didn't chase after them; she just stiffly turned around and looked down at her phone again.

The phone screen was completely black, with nothing displayed, yet the sound of traditional opera could be heard.

As "Lin Yue" turned around, the stage makeup on her face slowly faded, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Lin Yuan's.

This person is not Lin Yue at all, but Lin Yuan with long hair!

The only difference between this person and Lin Yuan is that the left half of this person's face is clean, while the right half still has traces of stage makeup.

If you put their faces side by side, they complement each other perfectly.

"My body has passed away, but my soul remains... Year after year, month after month, it is the same..."

With her long hair, "Lin Yuan" seemed to have even adopted a female voice, carrying a touch of gentleness and eeriness.

The sound of opera singing penetrated the bedroom door, reached the living room, and also reached Lin Yuan's ears.

"Didn't they chase after them?"

Lin Yuan glanced in the direction of the bedroom and felt no sense of security whatsoever.

Because of that commotion, the vague opera singing in my mind became much clearer, and now I can even hear a few words clearly.

Even if this is just his delusional hallucination, he can wake up from narcolepsy after death.

Having awakened from narcolepsy several times by the thought of death, he has become somewhat immune to death in his dreams.

If dying once could bring him back to his senses, he might even jump off the windowsill himself!

However, the scenes in the ward before, and the opera and singing that still appeared in his mind after waking up, made him feel a strong sense of unease and doubt about his condition.

If his narcolepsy and paranoia weren't too severe, then he must have actually had such a miraculous experience as "time travel".

But in either case, it's not a good thing for him.

If it is the former, excessively severe narcolepsy and paranoia will affect his normal life, turning him into a mentally ill person who is unable to live a normal life and will also burden his family.

If it's the latter, the worldview of mysterious resurrection is too hopeless, even with Yang Jian becoming a god.

Not to mention that he might bring the supernatural power or even vengeful ghosts from the mysterious resurrection into reality, which would turn the ordinary world into hell.

The former affects him alone, the latter affects the world.

Both represent despair; the only difference is whether the person in despair is an individual or an entire world.

"Perhaps, only by figuring out the situation here can we have a chance to understand what really happened."

The opera singing in his mind became clearer and clearer, giving him an urge to sing along.

This made him realize that he couldn't stay any longer.

Lin Yuan rushed out of the rented room as soon as he opened the door.

This is the ninth floor, but he didn't dare take the elevator. Instead, he rushed down the stairs.

We didn't encounter many people along the way.

This is normal; everyone is used to taking the elevator. Unless the elevator is broken, you'll basically only encounter the cleaning lady.

When I got to the second floor, I happened to run into the cleaning lady who was wearing work clothes.

Lin Yuan hesitated for a moment, then stopped and said, "Something happened upstairs. Don't clean up yet, report it to the law enforcement bureau immediately!"

The aunt stopped cleaning and looked up, but the face that was revealed was also covered in theatrical makeup.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed it.

"Ghost slave?"

Lin Yuan was furious and kicked the slow-moving, seemingly ghost slave-like creature to the ground, then immediately ran downstairs.

When he reached the first floor, he suddenly stopped.

Dozens of people stood densely packed at the glass doorway leading out of the building, completely blocking the way out.

Hearing Lin Yuan come downstairs, everyone turned around at the same time, and all of them had their faces covered in theatrical makeup.

These people are clearly all demon slaves!

Without any hesitation, Lin Yuan turned around and fled back upstairs. Hearing the series of footsteps behind him, sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Climbing stairs is too physically demanding.

Lin Yuan didn't dare to compete with a group of ghost slaves in terms of physical strength. When he felt a little tired, he rushed into one of the floors.

There are six households on each floor of this building.

Since he didn't have a key, Lin Yuan didn't think about hiding inside the room. He just wanted to hide in the small cubicle where the water meter and electricity meter were kept.

The chances of escaping are very low, but running outside is a dead end!

Furthermore, "I should be a demon tamer by now, so what exactly is my ability?"