Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 131 The show begins

"Gather all the ghost riders in Dajing City and eliminate the friend circle within half a day. Let Mr. Qin go to Ping'an Building in person and bring the murderer to the headquarters."

Cao Yanhua's eyes were red with anger, and he kicked the chair in the wiring room away. Several team leaders nearby were trying to persuade him to prevent the situation from getting worse. Among them, a team leader named Wu sneaked out. He thought that Cao Yanhua had lost his mind at this moment, and the minister needed to make a decision at this time.

Not long after, Team Leader Wu came back and brought back the minister's decision: to put the overall situation first.

Cao Yanhua took a deep puff of cigarette, remained silent for a while, and left the switchboard room. Shen Liang also felt mixed emotions. He watched Cao Yanhua leave, but he saw him say something to Wang Xiaoming, but he couldn't hear clearly because they were too far away.

In the laboratory, the situation is now even more complicated. The dark yellow glass is all stained with a light layer of blood, as if someone threw a bomb into a pool of blood, and blood was splattered everywhere.

The source of the blood, Cao Yang's head, was like a small boat, floating irregularly on the not-so-large water surface. It seemed that only his head was left. However, his face did not show a desperate expression, but a strange tranquility and relief.

After a brief exchange with Cao Yanhua, Wang Xiaoming returned to the laboratory, but the current situation made it impossible for him to make an accurate judgment for the time being.

"The blood has affected my vision. I can't see clearly what's going on inside. If I had that piece of human skin paper, maybe I could make a more appropriate decision."

Wang Xiaoming's face was expressionless. He probably knew what Cao Yang had done after he left, but he couldn't help. Cao Yang also knew the general plan, so all he could do was wait. Of course, if Cao Yang died as a result, he would choose someone else to carry out the plan.

Outside, Dajing City was beginning to experience abnormal conditions, with scarlet ghosts covering several streets. There was not a single living person or vehicle on the streets, and everything on the streets mysteriously disappeared in an instant, leaving only a piece of undeveloped open space.

But such a situation is impossible in urban areas where every inch of land is valuable.

By 7:30 in the evening, the debate between the headquarters and the circle of friends seemed to have come to an end, and everything would be settled.

At eight o'clock in the evening, a text message was sent from the headquarters. All ghost riders in the urban area who had satellite-positioned mobile phones received this text message. Moreover, the message was mandatory and there was no possibility of rejection.

"The person in charge of Dachang City, Yang Jian, codenamed Ghost Eye, was involved in an unknown supernatural incident and is suspected to be dead. The incident occurred at..."

Everyone who saw the text message was shocked. Yang Jian, the famous detective with ghost eyes, died so quietly?
Of course, some people were also excited, such as the ghost riders in the circle of friends and Guo Fan. He had been severely humiliated by Yang Jian, and now he felt very happy that Yang Jian was dead.

After an unknown amount of time, the scarlet ghost den suddenly expanded and instantly covered half of the city. Now, everyone felt uneasy.

In the laboratory, Wang Xiaoming was still trying to observe the situation behind the glass. The originally blurry glass had become somewhat clearer, but only traces of blood had been left on it, so he still couldn't see clearly what was happening inside.

"There is only one head left, Cao Yang, are you alive?"

Suddenly, a staff member hurriedly walked into the laboratory and whispered something in Wang Xiaoming's ear.

Wang Xiaoming looked deeply into the glass, then followed the staff member away.

However, not long after Wang Xiaoming left, the blood pool behind the dark yellow glass seemed to be boiling, and fist-sized blood bubbles kept bubbling, as if something was about to be conceived. The splashing blood was flowing back into the coffin in an incredible way, and the whole room was filled with a strange blood mist, which was dense and horrifying.

In the pool of blood, the gray and even black head gradually became red, and the hollow and dim eyes were also regaining their luster.

Not only that, the blood in the pool was decreasing. It was not just a lonely head, but a body was connected to the neck. The body was black all over, and there were many black meat residues floating in the blood, but the chest of the body was no longer broken, but complete, and it would not be wrong to describe it as tightly sealed.

The blood in the coffin was decreasing, and Cao Yang's body was gradually exposed. It seemed that the blood was absorbed by the corpse.

It is hard to imagine how such a human body can contain so much blood, but this scene is actually happening in this small laboratory.

In Ping'an Building, Dajing City, the show taking place here is much more exciting than the strange things happening in the laboratory: a group of ghost riders gathered together for a meeting, a strange red light appeared, and then there were only three people left in the entire conference room, and a highly rotten dead head.

However, this was not the end yet. Countless strange hands directly invaded the remaining three people, and in less than two minutes, another one died.

Then came the third act, where a pale and cold hand broke another person's neck, and now there was only one person left.

His name is Jiang Shangbai, and he is one of the captains appointed by the headquarters.

At the headquarters, Wang Xiaoming took over full command. Just now, he sent a text message for help to everyone in the name of Jiang Shangbai.

"Some things need to be verified, and some information needs to be collected. Wei Jing and Qin Lao cannot move for the time being. The cards must be played one by one. I guess you have never seen a king bomb being played first in a game of cards."

He sat motionless in the chair, his tired eyes slightly looking at some information uploaded from the computer screen next to him, but this information was incomplete and seemed to be interfered with.

In the laboratory, the pool of blood that filled the coffin was now half empty. Cao Yang's upper body was exposed, while his lower body was like a hungry ghost that could never be full, madly absorbing the remaining blood.

"I think the time is about right. The horror of the blood ghost is beyond my imagination. The balance that is about to be formed is not stable and there is a risk of breaking at any time."

Cao Yang stretched as if to stretch his muscles, but his lower body was still soaked in the pool of blood, so he couldn't leave for the time being.

"It is gratifying that after a long period of suppression, the original three ghosts have all fallen into a dead state."

"Unfortunately, the problem still exists. I need Fang Shiming's oppressive ghost. That ghost can help me balance the blood and water. As for the ghost wind...it may not be so easy to control."

Although he really wanted to go out and watch the show, the process of controlling the blood and water had not yet ended, so Cao Yang naturally could not stop it forcibly.

"It's almost done. It should take another hour. Just treat it as a bath."

(End of this chapter)