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"Is this common? Does each ghost king set his own calendar?" Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu thought for a moment, "It seems... I don't know... As for other ghost kings, I heard it 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 might not be accurate.

This made me feel nervous.

On the bright side, normally, to form a pattern like the future world, people all over the world must have adapted to it, which cannot be done without decades. In that case, we still have a lot of time to deal with the gradual deterioration of this world.

On the bad side, 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 human world. Once the number is reversed and ghosts have the upper hand in number, this change in concept may not take that long. 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 of Qingye are probably used to big storms, so they are calm at this moment.

"When you came here, what did the people here dress like? You should be able to roughly estimate what era it was in, right?" Wu Ling did not dwell on the date issue, but changed his angle to guide Luo Mu.

Luo Mu suddenly realized, "At that time, the telephone booth was like this..." He gestured anxiously, "Just, inside the store, someone... a store selling things."

"A public telephone in a canteen?" Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu nodded, uneasy, "I... no one saw me... I was like this... um... until, until, when there was a public telephone on the road, a coin-operated public telephone, I... that phone..."

Wu Ling was thoughtful.

If when Luo Mu came here, there were no public telephone booths in the streets and alleys, but public telephones in canteens, then he arrived in the real world a long time ago. Decades of time...

"I just stayed on the side of the road... and saw the little girl." 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... and died on the road..."

Abduction?

"She wanted to go home, but couldn't find it. She remembered her home phone number. So I..."

"Before that, you had never used a public phone?" 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 it would work."

This should be the first time Luo Mu used a telephone booth.

I don't know whether it was the special situation in 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 was connected, 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 and so on..." Luo Mu muttered, "She didn't understand. I didn't understand either. We both didn't know what to do at that time. She called... intermittently. Maybe it was because I was too weak at that 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 an opportunity. Her mother seems to be preparing to have a baby. When the time comes, she can become her mother's child again. That's it..." When Luo Mu said this, his envy was revealed in his tone.

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

Luo Mu said disappointedly: "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 reincarnate, I have to go back..."

I was stunned.

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

If, our previous thoughts were wrong. The real world we live in is just the "hell" of another world...

No, that doesn't make sense.

The underworld has its own unique environment.

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

Reincarnation is not like this.

There is no reincarnation in Luo Mu's world. This is natural. Because the underworld has disappeared.

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

"Yeah." Luo Mu nodded absentmindedly, came back to his senses, and became uneasy again, "Some, some just want to say goodbye. Want, want to say last words. But... but some... they snatched the phone, called to threaten, and scared people... I..." Luo Mu bit his lip, "The phone booth, the phone booth at that time, it, it changed..."

He bent down, his forehead against his knees, his voice muffled, "The phone booth was very strange at that time. I don't know what to do... I, I have no way... no way... I ran around, but... but I always met... It seems that the phone booth is there, attracting those ghosts. And then... then..."

Luo Mu trembled.

"Then, did you witness with your own eyes how those ghosts killed people?" Wu Ling said calmly.

Luo Mu trembled even more violently.

"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... right in the phone booth Outside...the man was trying to escape. 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 answered subconsciously.

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

"It started eating people last year, and 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 killing people... being contaminated... Some will be contaminated 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 felt 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.

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