Mysterious resurgence

In the cold, silent warehouse, ice coffins were placed next to Zhao Kaiming.

He has been sitting here for three full hours.

Motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

The hope in my heart was gradually extinguished as these three hours passed.

The time agreed with Li Gui has been exceeded for too long.

During this period, the remains of the dead relatives in the ice coffin showed no signs of resurrection. The dead were still dead, and he was the only one alive.

The evil ghost following him cannot be told what kind of existence he is even now.

Zhao Kaiming only knew that every time he asked Li Gui to do something, someone around him would die, but he would be safe and sound.

This is the price paid for using the power of the ghost.

He didn't know this at first, and when he found out it was too late, his wife, daughter, parents, and relatives were all killed by the ghost because of him.

Compared with fear and death, what tortured Zhao Kaiming was the guilt and grief of killing his relatives with his own hands.

There were even times when he had to.

The day the nightmare began, Zhao Kaiming had no way of turning back. He could only walk all the way to the dark side, pinning all his hopes on completing the conditions of the evil ghost, resurrecting everyone's relatives, and then starting everything over again.

Although he suspected many times that this might be a way for Li Gui to deceive him.

But even so, Zhao Kaiming could only believe it and did not dare to have any doubt.

Because any wavering will extinguish his last glimmer of salvation.

in nearly four hours.

The time has come to around two o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Kaiming, who was sitting in the middle of the ice coffin like a wood sculpture, suddenly laughed. He laughed miserably and wildly.

Like crazy.

He accomplished his plan, but lost everything.

Unable to undo all the consequences caused by his own hands, Zhao Kaiming felt that he had lost the meaning of living.

He didn't blame anyone because he didn't have the qualifications.

He just slowly pulled out a pistol from his waist.

The golden pistol was cold and heavy, containing ten rounds of special bullets.

But it didn't matter whether it was a special bullet or not. Now he was just an ordinary person. He could easily be killed or commit suicide.

With almost no hesitation, he put the pistol directly into his mouth.

Suicide was the only way Zhao Kaiming could walk.

"Sorry, I'll go down and accompany you right now." Zhao Kaiming closed his eyes.

But at the moment before he was about to shoot.

"Papa~!"

There was a sound of something hitting the glass window in the silent warehouse. Although the sound was not loud, it was heard very clearly, and the source of the sound was right next to Zhao Kaiming.

"Bang~!"

However, a gunshot rang out.

Zhao Kaiming committed suicide too decisively, with little hesitation. He had already pulled the trigger before he had time to put away the gun.

Perhaps the angle of this shot was not enough, or the posture of swallowing the gun to commit suicide was wrong. The bullet did not pass through his head, but passed through his mouth.

There was no pain, just a kind of dizziness.

Zhao Kaiming's mouth was full of blood, but he was still alive, but he was seriously injured.

The sound of slapping glass still sounded beside me.

He thought it was an illusion, but it wasn't. He saw with his own eyes that a pair of pale little hands were vigorously beating the ice coffin containing his daughter's body.

His daughter is resurrected?

Zhao Kaiming's eyes that were about to remain silent suddenly burst into light. He fell to the ground covered in blood, crawled towards the ice coffin, and then used the only strength in his body to push the ice coffin away.

A little girl crawled out of it while crying.

"Daddy, daddy" the little girl cried and hugged Zhao Kaiming when she saw him.

Zhao Kaiming wanted to stand up, but the suicide shot caused him serious injuries. He collapsed on the ground as if he had lost all his strength, but he smiled, smiled happily, and hugged him lovingly. He looked at his daughter, felt her breathing and heartbeat, and touched the soft hair in the room.

"No, don't cry, cough, daddy is here."

His daughter's resurrection made him understand that he had not been deceived, but the result came too late, and the miracle only appeared at the moment of his suicide.

The daughter is the first to die and the first to be resurrected, so according to this order, the next ones to be resurrected are her parents.

Zhao Kaiming was bleeding profusely at the moment, and due to the injury, his mind was already a little groggy. He said, "Xiaoya, listen to daddy and open those glass doors. Mom, grandpa, and grandma are all sleeping inside. , you have to wake them up cough cough."

It was already a little difficult to speak.

He didn't know if it was useful, but he could only trust his six-year-old daughter.

Although Zhao Xiaoya was young, she was very obedient. When Zhao Kaiming said this, he immediately ran to the ice coffin and opened the door while crying.

But the little girl didn't know how to open it at all. This ice coffin was customized by Zhao Kaiming and the quality was very good. Precisely because of the high quality, the way to open it was a bit special.

"Dad, Dad, I can't open it." Zhao Xiaoya ran back crying.

But Zhao Kaiming sat on the ground with his head lowered, without any reaction, and blood was still flowing out of his body.

He wasn't dead, just passed out.

If an ambulance was called at this time, Zhao Kaiming could still rescue him.

It's just that fate likes to play tricks on people. He only found out after committing suicide that everything had been successful, but he mistakenly thought it was a scam.

Zhao Kaiming, who fell into a coma, didn't know how long had passed.

Maybe it was a day, maybe half a day, but in fact he miraculously woke up after being unconscious for an hour.

Zhao Kaiming vaguely felt that someone was covering his wound.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was surrounded by people.

"Wake up, wake up, my son is awake, it's great." An old woman said excitedly.

Zhao Kaiming found that his family had been resurrected, with his wife, parents, and relatives around him.

"The ambulance hasn't come yet? Why can't the phone get through? Zhao Kaiming, hold on. You must hold on. We are already contacting the nearby hospital." A relative said anxiously.

Zhao Kaiming didn't speak. His consciousness was in a very special state. He felt that he had regained consciousness when he woke up.

"Dad." Zhao Xiaoya cried beside him.

"Good daughter, don't cry. Dad is fine. How did you do it?" Zhao Kaiming touched her head and said with a pale smile.

"This uncle helped me," Zhao Xiaoya cried and pointed behind her.

Zhao Kaiming raised his eyelids slightly, but he saw no one behind his daughter, only darkness.

He was sluggish for a moment, then realized something, his eyes widened suddenly, and he grabbed his daughter's hand tightly. He wanted to say something, but a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything after he regained consciousness.

The ghost is still there.

But at this moment, the ghost chose his daughter.

It helped her daughter open all the ice coffins, and as a price, a relative died.

No matter how big or small you ask a ghost to do something, the price is the same.

But after looking around, no one among the relatives nearby died.

But then, Zhao Kaiming realized something, let out a sad laugh, and then breathed his last with all the misery.

The pair of eyes before he died were still staring at the back where his daughter was pointing.

Compared with the previous suicide of despair, there is also the death with the last glimmer of hope after a failed suicide.

This result is the most terrible.

Because Zhao Kaiming knew that the tragedy that happened to him would happen again to his daughter.

Why Xiaoya

In the remaining consciousness, Zhao Kaiming's last thought before his death lingered.

In order to kill Zhao Kaiming, I thought about it for three hours. No matter how much I think about it, I am not satisfied, and the last few chapters are still a bit of a headache.