Chapter 866: We are dead

Five days ago..."
Uncle Yang's face changed frantically.
In the end, his expression became a little complicated. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Forget it, come in."
He walked up tremblingly on crutches, and said, "It's daytime now, and those things won't appear anymore. You are so lucky that you were not sent in..."
His words were too obvious. Song Yanqing listened carefully and couldn't speak. Zong Yu promptly asked: "Uncle Yang, what are you talking about?"
Uncle Yang's face twitched, "Come in and talk about it."
Zong Yu and Song Yanqing nodded and both walked in.
Uncle Yang let them into the yard and pulled out a stool for them. He looked at Song Yanqing for a few points, and then said, "He came with you?"
Zong Yu hesitated and said, "No, they only arrived this morning."
Uncle Yang was in an unstoppable consternation. He looked at Song Yanqing and looked up and down carefully, seeming to be completely shocked.
His expression made Zong Yu couldn't help it anymore: "Uncle Yang, what is it?"
He sat down with his fists clenched: "I'll be honest. When we came back five days ago, the people in the village ignored us. I don't know why. You seem to be at home these days. Why didn't you open the door when I came to you."
"That's because we can't see you at all!"
When Uncle Yang said this, both Song Yanqing and Zong Yu were a little dumb.
After a long while, Zong Yu said with calm eyes: "Qiao Jin is right."
The people in the village really couldn't see them.
In other words, in these five days, they were like the people in the village, separated by two worlds.
Obviously in the same space, the other party can't see or touch them.
Yang Bozai took a close look at Zong Yu: "You are not very surprised, it seems that you should have felt something when you came in."
Zong Yu did not speak, and Song Yanqing said warmly: "Uncle Yang, hello, my name is Song Yanqing. I am Zong Yu's friend, maybe you don't understand it very well, but I want to say, according to the information outside, your village was a month ago. Someone once called the police, and then there was news that many people had died in the village, but the people who had been sent in were missing, so we came in. I see your appearance, obviously you know what you are doing. The world you are in is a bit weird. We are here to save you. You can tell what you know, so that we can make more accurate judgments."
"save?"
Uncle Yang heard these words, but his expression seemed a little sad: "What is worth saving? Since the news has spread, you all know that many people have died. Why did it seem that nothing happened in the village after coming in? That's because, We are already dead!"
Zong Yu: "..."
Song Yanqing: "..."
To be honest, this thing really breaks through people's imagination.
Some are even creepy.
Zong Yu was a little surprised: "But you..."
Yang Boming is so good that he can even talk to him. If he is dead, then why can they talk to the dead?
Did they die too?
Zong Yu felt that since Qiao Jin could come in, it meant impossible.
Perhaps Yang Bo’s cognition is wrong, they don’t know what kind of world they are in.