Return to Millennium Ghost Story, the Style Is Wrong

Mu San felt dead. Killed by a high-altitude object. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the bed of Renhe Hospital in 2000. On the TV, the Spring Festival Gala was counting down, and the nurse said in an N city dialect: "You are lucky to survive the millennium." He was confused. Millennium? Wasn't that an era when I wasn't born yet? After calming down, Mu San felt his heart racing - he had read the rebirth article! Be forewarned, buy the bottom of the property market, invest in Penguin, marry Bai Fumei and reach the peak of life. He knows this script well! Before he could be happy, a strange sound suddenly came from the corridor outside the ward door. It was the sound of bones breaking one by one, snap, snap, from far to near. An old man slowly handed over a yellowed photo: "Don't let 'them' see your face before dawn. Don't make a sound. Don't leave this bed." Mu Sangan glanced out through the crack in the door—— The corridor was full of people. No, not people. Why is this millennium a copy of death filled with strange stories?