Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 156 The Misplaced Ghost
The blood flowing into Zhao Tong's body is suppressing the two ghosts in his body. The ulcerated skin is stained with rotten yellow mud with a foul smell, but the yellow mud is gradually peeling off. Zhao Tong's condition is also improving, and the restlessness of the revived evil ghost is being suppressed.

Behind him, the ghost candle in Lin Ye's hand didn't even last for fifteen seconds before it burned out instantly. Lin Ye had no choice but to face the terrifying wedding procession head-on, but his ghost power was not as strong as Zhao Tong's. In less than ten seconds, he was completely torn to pieces by the falling paper money, and even the white curtains were stepped on.

"grass!"

The curtain-pulling ghost was abolished, and Lin Ye forced to use the supernatural power of the corpse-driving ghost to drive the corpses away. The dead went on the road and the living avoided them.

Ghosts, to some extent, are also corpses, so they can naturally become targets to be driven and controlled. Lin Ye was no longer able to care about anything else. He had forgotten about the resurrection of evil spirits and used the supernatural powers of the corpse-driving ghosts to the extreme.

He wanted to forcibly drive away this funeral procession!

However, there are too many things in this world that you cannot accomplish just by trying your best.

At this moment, Lin Ye even risked his life, but only delayed the leading figures in mourning clothes for three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, the Death Banner wrapped with dirty, pale white cloth strips hit him directly. The horrific attack made Lin Ye's expression twisted into a ball of pain in an instant, his face was covered in blood, and even the clothes on his body were torn.

In Lin Ye's palm, the black jade wind chime instantly weathered into a wisp of powder, which flowed through his fingers, and his injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The old talisman paper under the wind chime floated alone in the air, and finally stuck to Lin Ye's body, then weathered and dissipated.

But it was only twenty seconds, which was not enough. Cao Yang was still injecting blood into Zhao Tong's body to alleviate the restlessness of recovery.

"I tried my best."

Lin Ye was somewhat desperate. He did not plan to use the scapegoat anymore. In the face of this level of terror, both the ghost candle and the scapegoat would only be short-lived and would not play any substantial role.

"You did good enough."

Cao Yang stopped what he was doing, but Zhao Tong had not yet woken up. He had fainted when he was pulled into the memory world. Even if his consciousness returned to his body at this time, he did not wake up immediately.

Half a minute finally passed, and the pale and gloomy funeral procession and the scarlet and terrifying wedding procession finally met. The imagined earth-shattering collision and confrontation did not occur.

On the contrary, the two groups of people trapped Cao Yang and the other two tightly in the middle. He could even see the gray and stiff skin and wrinkles on the faces of the two people at the front of the funeral procession, as well as the bone-chilling coldness.

Then, two groups of people, one in red and one in white, began to slowly circle around the three people.

“Da~da~!”

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow. Although there were a lot of ghosts, their paces became strangely consistent. In the end, they formed a scene of one white and one red spinning in circles.

Not only that, the eight people carrying the coffin and the sedan chair also merged strangely, and the blood-red sedan chair was placed on the dark evil coffin, and the coffin board that was originally shaking also completely calmed down. In the confrontation between the ghost in the sedan chair and the ghost in the coffin, it seems that the ghost in the sedan chair is even more terrifying.

But Cao Yang really couldn't be happy. The female ghost in the wedding sedan was his mission target. The scarier the ghost was, the more difficult it would be to imprison it and trade with the ghost peddler.

“Swish~!”

As it turned around, it brought with it a gust of cold wind, which was mixed with a faint stench of corpses, and the ghost's sleeves rustled in the cold wind. "No supernatural event is unsolvable. Even the most terrifying ghosts will follow rules. As long as you understand the rules, you still have a chance."

Faced with the danger, Cao Yang calmed down completely. Without brute force to break the situation, he could only rely on his brain.

"In folklore, the Red Evil is a ghost that turns into a ghost from a bride who died on her wedding night. It has a lot of resentment, but the corpse in the sedan chair is obviously not wearing a wedding dress, which is very inconsistent with the atmosphere of the whole wedding."

"White Demon, there are also records of it in folk legends. It is usually a water ghost with deep Taoism in disguise, and it wears a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, which is very similar to this funeral procession..."

Cao Yang was keenly aware of the abnormality. He carefully recalled the moment when the coffin lid was shaken before the funeral procession approached. He seemed to see a pair of hands. Those hands were extremely pale, without a trace of blood, and the nails were blood red...

"Could it be that these two teams sent the wrong person?!"

Suddenly, Cao Yang seemed to understand something. The female corpse sitting in the sedan chair was wearing a raincoat, and the ghost in the coffin was suspected to be the real ghost bride... So after sensing the wedding procession, the coffin became abnormal, because the wedding procession was originally part of the ghost bride...

“Squeaky, squeaky~!”

The sound of the wood twisting interrupted Cao Yang's thoughts. The sedan chair placed on the coffin was shaking constantly, making an unpleasant and strange sound. Under the sedan chair, the coffin kept coming out with dull clapping sounds, obviously the ghost in the coffin was getting restless again.

Many ghost shadows swayed around Cao Yang, but did not attack him. They just surrounded the three people and forced them to move in the direction of the main force.

"But this is just a guess. Maybe the coffin is not the real ghost bride..."

"No, it doesn't matter where the ghost bride is. The female corpse in the wedding sedan must have a close relationship with this funeral procession. The straw raincoat and raincoat are the best proof."

"This is my only chance. If I can release the ghost in the coffin and put the female corpse in the sedan chair into the coffin, these funeral ghosts will not be enough of a threat."

A bold plan emerged in Cao Yang's mind. It was very crude, but it was the only solution he could think of at the moment. As for how fierce the ghost in the coffin was, whether it would suddenly attack him or even wipe out the team, he didn't dare to think about it at all.

"Thirty-four wind chimes, a scapegoat, and a body made of ghost flesh. If you can kill me with all this, I have no choice but to accept my fate."

There is no need for too much consideration. Cao Yang has made up his mind and just do it.

The huge Red and White Demon team dragged Cao Yang and the other two into trying to return the same way, but a certain ghost seemed unwilling to let everyone go easily. The road ahead split into three again, with a stage on the left and three coffins on the right. As for the road in the middle, it was cut off by a wall after extending for a short distance.

"What will the ghost choose?"

Cao Yang was not in a hurry to act. The level of terror was higher than that of the silent ghost. Any mistake during the action would be fatal. He had to be extremely cautious at all times.

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity. Because no matter which path the ghost chose, it would definitely collide or even confront with the spirits on the road, but not every spirit was related like the red and white evil spirits.

This was the opportunity Cao Yang was waiting for, an opportunity for a supernatural conflict.

(End of this chapter)