Xuanmen's little milk bag is the strongest worker in the underworld

Chapter 527: Go Back in Time
"What's going on here?" Yun Qiuce looked at Yun Qi, "This incident has obviously passed, we stopped the hell ghosts that night, and didn't let them spread, and we've already won, what now... "

The scene reappeared?
But it is already a thing of the past, how can it be reproduced?
Yun Qiuce almost suspected that Bureau 49 made a movie based on what happened that day.

But this is not possible.

So what is going on in this scene?
"Xiao Qi..." Yun Qiuce asked the little niece for advice, but found that the little niece was staring at the table.

There are only their snacks on the table, as well as melon seed shells, fruit peel shells, etc.

Yun Qiuce and the others followed Yun Qi's line of sight, and suddenly felt cold all over their bodies and their scalps were numb.

Everything on the desktop is contextually reversed.

The shells of melon seeds turn into melon seeds, the peels and shells return to fruit, the cup of milk tea is instantly filled after drinking half of it, and the gnawed marinated bones become whole...

So the table was filled with snacks again, as if no one had touched it at all just now.

Behind them, Jiaolong and Peacock scattered, obviously even the monsters couldn't accept this scene for a while.

Yun Qiuce looked at the phone, and the numbers on the time interface on the phone were rapidly receding, and finally it was frozen to a few days ago.

Everyone's eyes widened. According to the latest real time on the mobile phone, this time point was the time when the evil spirits from hell invaded that night.

"When, time turned back???" Yun Qiuce asked blankly, as if his soul had been drained.

"That's right, turn back time." Yun Qi finally loosened her frown, "It really is like this."

They looked at the live broadcast again. The anchor was screaming. Where the flashlight illuminated, there were demons from hell everywhere. They walked towards the long street step by step, twisting their figures and rubbing against their sharp bones. .

The situation was exactly the same as that night.

"Xiao Qi, this is a live broadcast, if time goes back..." Yun Qiuce didn't dare to continue.

And by the window, lavender-eared people gathered together, jumping and jumping like a group of convulsed fireflies, pointing out the window.

Yun Qiuce and Yun Qi hurried to the window, only to see someone running out of the room in front of the window, screaming loudly: "Ah, ah, hell, there's a ghost on West Street."

"A lot of ghosts, really a lot of ghosts, have you watched that video?"

More and more people rushed out of the room, questioning each other in horror.

"It's true, so there are really ghosts in the world."

"What nonsense, there are no ghosts in the world, they are all illusions."

"Then how do you explain the live broadcast just now?"

"The live broadcast is real, and my friend is there."

……

The people downstairs started arguing. Some people believed in ghosts and gods, but belief didn't mean they weren't afraid.

And some people don't believe it at all, and what's happening today is simply challenging their worldview.

"Wait, isn't there no one in the live broadcast?" Yun Qiuce hurried back to the table and picked up the tablet to have a look.

I saw that the long street, which was still dark and deserted just now, turned into what it was that day. There were cars and buildings, and the lights were still on in the buildings. The street was wide and tidy.

"What's going on here?" Yun Qiuce murmured, unable to react for a while.

"Hahaha..." The camera turned and pointed at the anchor's face. The anchor, who was a normal person just now, turned into a ghost with hair on the front and back. A pair of scarlet eyes looked over through the thick black hair, " That’s right, what you saw just now is what’s happening, what’s about to happen, this world will soon be occupied by ghosts, and you humans have to learn to live with ghosts, those who hate us and reject us are waiting to suffer from ghosts anger."

"Resentful ghost, it really is a resentful ghost."

"Ah, I remembered," Shan Gui suddenly yelled, and everyone looked at her in unison, "Now that time has turned back, Xiao Qi should hurry up and buy a lottery ticket, buy a hundred bets at once, and we will get rich Now, you won’t have to work hard to support us all in the future.”

Yun Qi: "..."

"At the critical moment, Sister Shangui still loves me." Yun Qi said.

Yun Qiuce almost collapsed, "Xiao Qi, be normal, don't be led astray by the mountain ghost."

"Just kidding, we're going to West End Avenue right now."

As Yun Qi said, with a swipe of one hand, the ancient painting appeared, and the mountain ghost and flood dragon were all taken in.

Before the mountain ghost went in, he couldn't help muttering, "Why do I think my proposal is the right thing to do?"

When they arrived at Xiqu Street, Bureau Hu also rushed over.

"What's the situation?" Hu Ju looked at the chaotic streets and the hellish ghosts that were constantly approaching.

The grieving ghost stood alone in the middle of the street, with hair on the front and back of his head, unable to see his facial features clearly, and a strong resentment emanating from his body.

"Ghost?" Hu Ju narrowed his narrow fox eyes, "Why are you here?"

The resentful ghost stretched out his hand, and one arm turned into a rugged bone knife, a full three meters long, "Hu Qiansui, as a thousand-year-old monster, you actually confuse people with humans and conceal the existence of ghosts and gods. Let us ghosts and you The monster clans all live in places where there is no light, where is your demon heart, and where is your dignity as a thousand-year-old demon?"

"You are such a grieving ghost, you are qualified to question me." Hu Ju snorted coldly with disdain, "You are the result of human beings' resentment towards ghosts. I have a different position from yours, so I don't need to explain so much. Let me ask you , How did you do it back in time?"

Resentful ghosts are formed by negative emotions such as resentment and fear, and they simply do not have the ability to turn back time.

"Turning back time can only be done at the level of a god or a demon." Yun Qi said suddenly, pointing at the grieving ghost and sternly said, "Is this what you planned? No wonder the evil spirits in hell were cleared so easily that day. There is no helper either. So there must be a demon behind you."

"God, demon?" Hu Ju and the others looked up subconsciously.

Indeed, going back in time is very difficult to do, not only to let time go back to a fixed node, but also to modify the order of the entire world, this ability is rare in Six Paths.

The complaining ghost suddenly opened his arms, looked up to the sky and sneered, "Hahaha, that's right, all of this is planned, the purpose is to catch you off guard and at the same time bring the demon back to life smoothly."

"Resurrection?" Yun Qi frowned again, and turned to look behind her.

A few tens of meters away, Qin Luo stood alone in the mist.

Demons are divided into earth demons, human demons, and sky demons. Sky demons are the highest level. With a cycle of 1000 years, they absorb the hostility of the world and come back to life.

"Brother Qin Luo." Yun Qi stared at him with burning eyes, like a sharp sword piercing through the thick fog.

Qin Luo was still wearing white pajamas, and his hair was black and shiny, hanging down softly, making him more delicate and gentle like jade.

"Little Qi, why am I here?"

(End of this chapter)