Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 147: Piled Earth
Lin Ye nodded, he took out a ghost candle and held it in his hand, ready to light it at any time, and then he flashed into the haunted house.

The gap was very narrow, and only one person could pass through it at most. Looking through the gap, the interior of the ancient house was filled with a thick, inky darkness. Lin Ye's figure disappeared after he sank into the darkness, as if he had been swallowed up.

As Lin Ye entered, the slate door was quickly closed again. The name Lin Ye engraved on the door seemed to have experienced years of wind and frost, becoming a little blurred in an instant, and some dirt emerged from the traces.

Not only that, there was another strange noise coming from behind the door, and it sounded like someone was piling something up.

"Captain, you should have heard it."

Zhao Tong also heard the unusual sound. He was a little surprised and didn't dare to go in.

"Of course you heard it, but you still have to go into the haunted house. I'll hold the ghost candle for you, and you can carve your name with the mud on the yellow mud road, and then you can go in with the ghost candle."

Cao Yang took the ghost candle from Zhao Tong and gave his own advice. Zhao Tong did not have any supernatural items, and wanted to avoid being contaminated by the curse of the slate door as much as possible. The best way was to use the ghost to contact it directly.

"What about you, Captain?"

"Now that we have mastered the rules, it won't be difficult to get in. I am now worried that the three of us won't be able to reunite after we get in. That would be even more dangerous."

"OK then."

Zhao Tong did not ask any more questions. With his own strength, it was indeed unnecessary to worry about a captain-level ghost rider. Moreover, the flame of the ghost candle also reflected to some extent that the danger behind the door was not enough to pose a threat to him. This was enough.

The foul-smelling mud emerged from Zhao Tong's palm and tightly wrapped around one of his fingers. During this time, there was a constant "pat pat" sound, which was the sound of yellow mud dripping on the ground.

"Okay, Captain, you have to be careful too, and meet up with us as soon as possible."

Zhao Tong quickly wrote his name on the stone door. The smelly yellow mud could even corrode the stone slab. It could be said that Zhao Tong's name was corroded by the yellow mud.

With another dull sound, the stone door opened. Cao Yang handed the ghost candle to Zhao Tong and watched him walk into the dark haunted house.

Now, Cao Yang was the only one left outside the haunted house. He was not in a hurry to carve his name on the door, but was quickly scanning those names.

"Wait, why does Yang Xiao's name appear so many times?"

Cao Yang keenly discovered something unusual. Not only Yang Xiao, but also the names of other people, except Luo Wen× and Meng Xiaodong, appeared more than once.

"Did they come to visit the owner of the ancient house more than once before?"

The stone door slammed shut again. Cao Yang did not delve into the reason for the repeated name. His two teammates were still inside, and the most urgent thing was to meet up with them.

"Hoo~!"

Cao Yang forced himself to suppress the doubts in his heart and took out the bronze spear from the human skin pocket. Although the bronze spear was not sharp enough, it was still suitable for engraving.

As for the bronze sword, Cao Yang was very afraid of it, and it seemed to have a rule that once you hold the sword, you must draw it.

However, what worries Cao Yang the most is the real ability of the bronze sword: using nodes as a medium to forcibly disassemble the puzzle can directly weaken the horror of the evil spirits, and its side effects are also astonishingly large. Cao Yang will not intend to use this evil sword unless it is absolutely necessary.

“Crack~!”

Cao Yang picked up the bronze spear and carefully carved his name on a relatively empty area on the stone slab. He did not light the ghost candle, but had other plans.

"If it's a ghost, just nail it to death with the bronze spear to avoid unnecessary contact." "Swish--"

A familiar sound came from behind the door again, like someone shaking off the dust on their body, or like a pile of mud collapsing.

The door opened, but no ghost jumped out from behind it. It was eerily quiet inside, and it was pitch dark. Cao Yang didn't even see the green flame of the ghost candle.

"Let's go in first."

Without hesitation, Cao Yang walked in. For safety reasons, he directly covered himself with the ghost cave, but the moment he stepped into the haunted house, the gravity ghost cave was completely suppressed to the point where it could not open, and even the blood ghost cave could only barely open to a range of less than three meters, and the blood formed very slowly.

"It's only three meters, barely enough to cover three people."

Cao Yang frowned slightly. The interior of the ancient house was the same as what he saw from the outside. It was pitch dark. The darkness was so thick that it was almost materialized and seemed like it would drip out at any time.

"The material of the ground seems to be different from that of the old house. It's not bluestone bricks... And I didn't see Zhao Tong and Lin Ye. The most worrying situation has happened. The three of them got separated in this haunted house."

Cao Yang took a few steps back, but did not touch the stone door. You know, after he entered the ancient house, he stood there without moving, so it was possible that the door had changed its position.

"The ground feels a bit soft and muddy when you step on it. It seems to be soil, but it's not the swamp-like soil on the yellow mud road."

A fishy smell aroused Cao Yang's high alert, and the strange feeling under his feet also made him confused.

"Use the ghost candles. We can't leave them alone. An ancient house related to an old man from the Republic of China is not something that two ghost riders who have only achieved a balance between two ghosts can contend with."

The next moment, green flames rose up, dispelling a small area of ​​darkness, and visibility returned to about two meters.

Cao Yang looked down and found that there was a pile of blue and black soil at his feet, and the fishy smell was also coming from the soil.

"Grave soil? Could this be where Luo Qian lived before he was stationed in the cemetery?"

The ghost candle stretched forward, and Cao Yang found that he was surrounded by smelly grave soil. Some of the grave soil was even piled up as high as a person. Some human limbs were sticking out of the soil, which made Cao Yang shudder.

"The pile of grave soil, could it be true as Lin Ye said, that this ancient house is actually a large tomb?"

The doubts in his heart became even greater, but Cao Yang did not intend to dig out the truth now. He wanted to find his two teammates.

On the other side, Lin Ye and Zhao Tong successfully met up. After confirming their identities, the two were also trying to find Cao Yang's whereabouts. After all, the captain is the core of the team, and the two of them alone cannot cause any trouble.

"The ghost den has been suppressed to the extreme. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation."

Lin Ye's face looked normal. Under the illumination of the dim green flames, his dead face looked particularly terrifying. However, he was in a good mood at the moment, because the ancient house had a natural suppression on the ghost in his body, which was a rare opportunity for a ghost rider.

The two of them kept groping in the darkness with the faint flame of the ghost candle.

At the same time, Cao Yang found that the darkness in the old house was gradually fading away. This was not an illusion, but was really happening. The effect of the ghost candle would not change, but the vision was gradually recovering.

"Some unusual changes?"

Cao Yang was ready to take action when he saw something placed in a corner.

(End of this chapter)