“Is this very common?Does every demon king set his own calendar?”Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu thought, "As if ... I don't know... the other ghost kings, I've been listening to my brother."

I suddenly realized that if Bluetie set her own year, other ghost kings might do the same.The “seven years” I saw was probably not accurate.

It made me raise a heart.

To the good side, it is normal to form a pattern like the future world, and people all over the world have adapted to it, and it is impossible to do it for decades.In that case, we still have a lot of time to deal with the gradual deterioration of the world.

On the bad side, maybe we don’t have seven years at all.There are ghosts, and there are many ghosts in the land to the world, the number is reversed, and after the number of ghosts has the upper hand, this change of concept may not take so long.One year, two years, perhaps the whole world will accept the fact that there are ghosts in this world, and the fact that ghosts are stronger than people.

My heart is heavy.

The skinny and fat are ugly.

The people of the green leaves are probably used to the wind and waves, and they will not change their color at this time.

“What were the people here dressed up when you came here?”You can roughly guess what time it is?”Wu Ling did not tangle the problem of the date, changed a perspective, to guide Luo Mu.

Luo Mu suddenly realized, "At that time, the phone booth was like this..." He was more than rowing, some anxious, "just, just in the store, there are people ... selling things in the store."

“The public phone in the store?”Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu nodded, nervously, "I... no one saw me...I was just that... well... until, until there was a public phone on the road, a public phone tossed a coin, I... that phone..."

Wu Ling thought.

If Luo Mu came over, there were no public telephone booths in the streets, but public telephones in the commissary, then he had reached the real world for a long time.Decades of time...

"I just stayed on the side of the road... I saw my little sister."Luo Mu's mood fell down again, her lips squirmed and whispered, "She died... when she was playing outside, she was taken away... dead on the road..."

Trafficking?

She wanted to go home and couldn’t find it.She remembers the phone at home.I will . . .

“Haven’t you used a public phone before that?”Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu shook his head, “No...I don’t know...I saw it for the first time.”Then she told me, she called me.I...I want to help her.I didn't know it could be used."

This is probably the first time Luo Mu has used a phone booth.

I don't know if it's the special situation of the future world, so that Luo Mu has this ability, or Luo Mu's death and ghost, so that he has such power.There are probably two factors.

“After the call, she didn’t know she was dead.A little child... her mother, her mother crying...she didn’t.Her mother said a lot, let her be well, reborn something..." Luo Mu moaned, "She did not understand very well.I don't understand either.We both didn’t know what to do at the time.She called... intermittently.Maybe it was because I was too weak.Several times... I understood.”

“Did her mother tell you about the birth?”What do you say?”

“When you die, go to another world and wait for an opportunity.”Her mother seemed ready, ready to have a baby.Then she would become her mother’s child again.That’s it...” Luo Mu said this, and his enviousness was revealed in his tone.

He was born in an anomalous environment, a peace of the real world, that made him yearn for.

Luo Mu lost: "She disappeared ... it should be gone, another world."I don't have.I don’t know how to get there... maybe, this is another world.I...if I was born again, I would go back.”

I shuddered.

I looked at Wu Ling, who was looking down in his eyes, as if thinking.

If we thought wrong before.The real world we live in is just another world’s “earth house.”

No, that doesn't make sense.

The city has its own unique environment.

From the experience of Shen Xiaojun, and the reincarnation wheel that I have witnessed, these are two worlds that have nothing in common.

The rotation is not like that.

Luo Mu's world has no rotation.That's of course.Because the land is gone.

“What happened after that?“Did you let the other ghosts call?”Wu Ling raised his eyes.

“Hmm.”Luo Mu's absent-minded nod, turned back to God, and became uneasy again, "some, some just want to say goodbye."I want to say, I want to say the last word.But . . . but some . . . they robbed the phone, made phone threats, and threatened . . . . I . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

He bent down, his forehead against his knees, and his voice was stuffy, “The phone booth was strange at the time.”I don’t know what to do...I, I can’t... I run around, but... but always meet...it seems like, the phone booth is there, attracting those ghosts.And then... and then...”

Luo Mu trembled.

“Did you see how the ghosts killed you?”Wu Ling was calm.

Luo Mu trembled even more.

“Me, me... that person... I don’t know why it’s like that... the phone, the phone dial-out, the phone booth, the ghost, all... I follow... I see the guy... just outside the phone booth... the guy wants to run away.”He was running, he was screaming.I don’t know why, that ghost, that ghost bites him...”

Luo Mu cried, “After that, the phone booth became more and more strange.I saw people enter the phone booth.The phone booth . . . ate the people . . .

“When was this thing?”Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu was crying and did not answer.

Wu Ling asked again.

I shouted.

Luo Mu only cares about himself crying.

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

He was crying, and his eyes were full of horror.

“When did it start?”Wu Ling asked.

“This year, no, last year, last year started...” Luo Mu subconsciously replied.

Last year... this time coincided with the deterioration of the world.

“Last year 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 started, began to control those ghosts...”

“Your phone booth, can you control the ghost?”

Luo Mu nodded and shook his head again, “Only, just attract.”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.

“The thought of the dead?”I asked.

Luo Mu still shook his head, “Neither, nor, not necessarily.”Just keep thinking, thinking."

“After the call?”Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu whispered: "Just kill ... polluted ... some, immediately contaminated, some, will resist for a period of time ... resist for a long time..."

Luo Mu looked at me again at this moment.

“My husband resisted for a long time, and her mother and Tang Wen’s son...” I was a little sad.

Luo Mu did not nod his head, but withdrew his eyes, grasped his knees with one hand, his shoulders poked the height, and his head was low to his chest.