Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 116 Skin

The gravity ghost den had unfolded unknowingly. Cao Yang carefully expanded the scope of the ghost den and extended it toward the interior of the store.

The expansion of the ghost den was not hindered at all, and it invaded the tattoo parlor very smoothly.

"Go in directly, or light the ghost candle first?"

After weighing the pros and cons, Cao Yang decided to take a risk and go in directly without the ghost candle.

The ghost cave moved instantly, and Cao Yang appeared inside the tattoo parlor. The moment he entered, the ghost cave was restricted as expected, and Cao Yang had no choice but to accept his fate except for a headache.

"We need to make up for the shortcomings of the ghost den as soon as possible."

Cao Yang muttered to himself, although the gravity ghost den is easy to use and can play a significant role against both humans and ghosts, the ghost den is too weak. If the level of terror is high enough, people can enter and exit it freely, which will make him look like a clown.

Putting this idea aside for the moment, Cao Yang's top priority now is to find Ah Hong, and if possible, find the skinned ghost and bring it back to make another fortune from Chen Yi.

The inside of the tattoo parlor was not completely dark. An old-fashioned chandelier was shaking in the air, making strange "creaking" sounds.

When Cao Yang came here, he felt like he was cut off from reality. Even though the door was open, he couldn't see the outside world clearly.

Not only that, the gate that looked new from the outside has become very old when viewed from the inside, with signs of decay and mold. The moss under the threshold shows that this place has a long history.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Republic of China is involved again."

Cao Yang narrowed his eyes and made a rough assessment of the place.

Inside the shop there is a red lacquered wooden table, on which is placed an old and somewhat decayed wooden plaque, on which are written five large traditional Chinese characters in bold ink: Horror Tattoo Gallery.

"It's strange that the plaque is not hung outside, but placed inside the house instead."

Cao Yang instinctively sensed something was wrong. The five characters on the plaque were brightly colored and had not faded even after many years. It was obvious that they were not written in ink. Thinking that this was a tattoo parlor, Cao Yang thought that the characters on the plaque were probably tattooed.

"It's probably related to the ghosts in the tattoo parlor. It's better not to provoke it."

The space of the tattoo parlor is larger than expected. The stairs in the corner prove that there should be a second or even third floor. Cao Yang is now on the first floor, which is roughly as big as a football field.

"There's another door here."

Cao Yang was groping around on the first floor. It seemed too quiet here, but the faint smell of blood and rot in the air meant that there must be something wrong with the tattoo parlor.

"Go and see."

Without hesitation, Cao Yang made the decision instantly and lit the red ghost candle in his hand. The faint green flame gave him enough sense of security.

“Crunch~!”

This door seemed to have not been opened for many years. It was covered with thick dust. When the door was pushed open, the dust flew away. Cao Yang couldn't help but squint his eyes.

What I saw was a winding path with ankle-deep weeds growing on the side of the road. The stone bricks on the ground looked like they had been exposed to the wind and sun for many years. Not only did they grow moss, but they also showed signs of cracking and rotting. "A yard?"

Cao Yang guessed correctly. This was indeed a courtyard. If he had not confirmed that the burning speed of the ghost candle was normal, he would never have taken this path.

There were seven or eight bamboo poles standing upright on the grass in the courtyard, with rough hemp ropes tied to the top of the poles. The hemp ropes connected the bamboo poles one by one, forming a complex and irregular arrangement, like a pile of artificial clothes drying racks.

In the past, such old but easy-to-build clothes drying racks could be seen in rural areas or on the rooftops of urban buildings.

However, in this strange place, what was hung on the hemp rope of the clothes hanger were not clothes, quilts or sheets.

In the dim light, strange things were hanging under the hemp ropes, suspended in mid-air, motionless.

Those things were the source of the bloody and rotten smell. Some strange things were hung on them. They had human shapes but were very light. They were suspended in the air, fluttering from time to time. It was very scary to look at. Even Cao Yang couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

Because those were not people at all, but complete but fleshless, empty and shriveled human skins that had been dried in the sun to a dark brown color!
"My goodness, what kind of tattoo parlor is this? I think it's a slaughterhouse."

Cao Yang complained.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the human skins began to sway in the wind with their teeth bared. The swinging amplitude was extremely strange, and the hands and feet seemed to be moving irregularly, like rows of kites struggling to break free from their restraints.

"Ghost Candle will give me the answer."

The burning speed of the ghost candle was still normal, and Cao Yang gradually adapted to this weird and eerie atmosphere. As long as it was not a ghost, there was still room for everything.

"There's nothing on the first floor. There's a yard behind the door. I guess I have to go up to the second floor to check."

After closing the wooden door again, Cao Yang did not blow out the ghost candle. Since there was no danger on the first floor, it only meant that the danger was upstairs. The ghost candle could prevent sudden attacks from evil spirits and buy himself time to react.

The steps were also made of wood, covered with mildew and filled with a disgusting smell of rotten wood. They made a strange creaking sound when stepped on, as if they had been in disrepair for a long time.

As he went upstairs, the burning speed of the ghost candle increased slightly. Cao Yang, noticing this subtle change, also quickened his pace and finally reached the space on the second floor.

What caught my eye were several beds, one of which had a colorful human skin on it, and I didn't know when it had been there. Although it was called a bed, it was actually just a few ordinary wooden boards put together, and all of these wooden boards were a strange dark brown color, obviously stained with blood.

In addition, there is a hole at the head of each bed. The holes are of different sizes, but Cao Yang roughly guessed the use of the holes: "peeling".

Before coming here, he had learned about some skinning methods, and these pits were one of them. All they had to do was bury the person in the ground, leaving only the head exposed, and then cut a cross on the top of the head with a knife, pull the scalp apart, and pour mercury into it. After a while, the mercury would flow into the blood, pulling the muscles and skin apart, and the person buried in the ground would twist in pain, and when the body was freed from the ground, the skin was left in the ground.

These beds are naturally used in the same way. Everything is done to speculate the patterns of the skinned ghosts.

Not only that, on the dim second floor, there were several iron boxes placed against the wall. Rust had grown on the surface of the boxes, making them lose their original smoothness and the colors looked a bit weird.

Although the box is not big, it can easily fit an adult.

"Will Ah Hong be in the box?"

(End of this chapter)