"Is this very common? Every ghost king sets his own calendar?" Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu thought for a while, "It seems... I don't know... I heard from my brother about other ghost kings."

I suddenly realized that if Lan Ji set her own year, other ghost kings might do this. The "seven years later" I saw is likely to be inaccurate.

This made me feel heart-raising.

On the positive side, normally, to form a pattern like the future world, people all over the world have to adapt and accept it. It is impossible to do it in less than a few decades. In that case, we still have a lot of time to deal with the gradual deterioration of the world.

To think about it badly, maybe we don’t have seven years at all. There are ghosts, and there are many ghosts in the underworld who have arrived in the world. Once the number of ghosts is reversed, and ghosts have the upper hand in number, this change of concept may not take that long. One year or two years, perhaps people all over the world will accept the fact that there are ghosts in this world, and will also accept the fact that ghosts are stronger than humans.

My heart is heavy.

The skinny and fat man looked ugly.

Qingye’s people are probably used to the strong winds and waves, and their faces remain unchanged now.

"When you came here, what were the people here? You should be able to roughly estimate what era they were in?" Wu Ling did not worry about the date issue, so he changed his angle and guided Luo Mu.

Luo Mu suddenly realized, "At that time, the phone booth was like this..." He gestured and was a little anxious, "Just, there is someone in the store... a store selling things."

"The public phone number in the convenience store?" Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu nodded and was worried, "I...no one saw me...I just...I'm...Um...I'll wait until, when there was a public phone on the road, a public phone for coins, I...that phone..."

Wu Ling thought something.

If Luo Mu had not had public telephone booths on the streets and alleys, but public telephones in convenience stores, then it would have been quite a long time since he arrived in the real world...

"I just stayed on the side of the road... I saw the little sister." Luo Mu's mood fell again, his lips squirmed, and he whispered, "She was dead... When she was playing outside, she was taken away by someone... she died on the road..."

Trafficking?

"She wants to go home, but can't find it. She remembers the phone number at home. I'll..."

"Before that, you haven't used a public phone?" Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu shook his head, "No...I don't know...I saw it for the first time. Later I realized... she told me, call me. I...I want to help her. I didn't expect that that would work."

This should be Luo Mu's first time using a telephone booth.

I don’t know if it was the special situation in the future world that gave Luo Mu this ability, or Luo Mu’s death and turning into a ghost, allowing him to have such power. There are probably two factors.

"After the phone was called, she... she didn't know she was dead. A child... her mother, her mother cried... she didn't. Her mother said a lot, let her be good, reincarnate, etc...." Luo Mu muttered, "She doesn't understand very much. I don't understand either. We didn't know what to do at that time. She called... intermittently. Maybe it was because I was too weak at that time. I only understood several times."

"Her mother told you about reincarnation? What did she say?"

"That is, after death, go to another world and wait for an opportunity. Her mother seems to be ready to have a baby. At that time, she will become her mother's child again. That's it..." When Luo Mu said this, his envy leaked in his tone.

He was born in an abnormal environment, and the peace in the real world made him yearn for it.

Luo Mu said in a loss: "She disappeared...it should be gone, another world. I don't. I don't know how to go... Maybe, this is another world. I...If I reincarnate, I will go back..."

I was stunned.

I looked at Wu Ling, who was lowering his eyes, as if thinking.

If our previous thoughts are wrong, the real world we are in is nothing more than the "underworld" of another world...

No, this doesn't make sense.

The underworld has its own unique environment.

Judging from Shen Xiaorong's experience and the reincarnation I have witnessed, these are two worlds that have nothing in common.

This is not the case with reincarnation.

Luo Mu's world has no reincarnation. This is of course because the underworld has disappeared.

"What happened again afterwards? Did you let other ghosts call?" Wu Ling raised his eyes.

"Yeah." Luo Mu nodded absent-mindedly, came back to his senses, and became uneasy again. "Some, some just wanted to say goodbye. They wanted to say their last words. But... but some... they snatched the phone, called and threatened them, and they were scary... I..." Luo Mu bit his lip, "Phone booth, phone booth, then, it changed..."

He bent down, his forehead against his knees, and his voice was muffled, "The telephone booth was very strange at that time. I don't know what to do... I, I have no choice... There is no choice... I run around, but... but I always meet... It seems that the telephone booth is there, attracting those ghosts. 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 harder.

"I, I... that person... I don't know why it's like that... the phone, the phone number is out, the phone booth, and the ghost, all... I followed... I saw that person... just outside the phone booth... the person wanted to escape. He kept running and screaming. I don't know why, just... that ghost, the ghost bit him..."

Luo Mu cried and said, "After that, the telephone booth became even more strange. I saw people entering the telephone booth. The telephone booth...eat... those people..."

"When did this happen?" Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu cried without answering.

Wu Ling asked again.

I shouted.

Luo Mu only cared about crying.

Liu Miao reached out, grabbed Luo Mu's shoulder, and pulled him up.

His face was blurred with tears in his eyes, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

"When did it start?" Wu Ling asked.

"This year, no, last year, started last year..." Luo Mu replied subconsciously.

Last year...this time just met the deterioration of the world.

"Last year, it started to eat people, this year, just before, not long after, it... it doesn't have to call ghosts anymore..." Luo Mu stared at his toes, "It began to control those ghosts..."

"Your phone booth can control ghosts?"

Luo Mu nodded and shook his head again, "Just, it just attracted. It found people, like, like those people..."

Luo Mu glanced at me.

I immediately understood that he was talking about Yu Xiaoqin and Tang Wen.

"The condition is, the longing for the dead?" I asked.

Luo Mu still shook his head, "That's right, not necessarily. Just keep thinking about it, just think about it."

"What if I've been recruited?" Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu whispered: "Just kill someone...been polluted...some are polluted immediately, some are polluted for a while...a long time..."

Luo Mu glanced at me again at this time.

"Yu Xiaoqin's husband resisted for a long time, and her mother and Tang Wen's son..." I was a little sad.

Luo Mu did not nod, but withdrew his gaze, grabbed his knee with one hand, poked his shoulder high, and his head lowered to his chest.
Chapter completed!