Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 175 Stairs
This group of ordinary people soon dispersed, leaving only Cao Yang here.

"The wall can only stop ordinary people. If a ghost rider comes, even the hardest alloy is unlikely to stop him. However, it is unlikely that a ghost rider will take the initiative to come to this kind of haunted place."

Cao Yang's figure flashed and he instantly appeared in front of the stone door. Last time he carved his name on the door, which was equivalent to obtaining access. This time the door opened automatically, revealing the deep and thick darkness inside the ancient house. Even when the sun was shining brightly, there was no light in the house.

"Go directly to the second floor."

Without any hesitation, Cao Yang stepped directly into the ancient house. Just like last time, the door behind him closed instantly and was completely hidden, as if the entire ancient house was a special ghost town.

According to his previous experience, Cao Yang found the Eight Immortals Table again. The fifth golden hourglass on the table was still flowing steadily, and the words on the table legs were still there.

"The darkness did not fade away. It seemed to block part of my vision."

The next moment, faint green flames rose up, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness, and the true situation inside the ancient house began to emerge.

Ghost candle, now that my uncle has promised to reimburse the supplies, this ghost candle can naturally be counted as reimbursed.

The flame of the ghost candle was very stable, proving that there was no danger around. Cao Yang held the ghost candle and groped around on the first floor of the haunted house, trying to find a way to go upstairs.

"A flight of stairs?"

About five minutes later, a strange staircase suddenly appeared in Cao Yang's sight. The staircase was made of stone, covered with moss and mottled marks, and there was a faint smell of mold.

The stairs were pointing upwards, extending straight up. There was no end in sight, and no idea where they led to, as it was also pitch black and impossible to see clearly.

"Is there anyone on the stairs?"

Cao Yang looked up and found a vague figure standing motionless about 20 steps up the stairs. Like Cao Yang, the man also raised his head and looked up, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

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"How could there be someone in a haunted house? It's obviously a ghost."

Although he didn't get close, Cao Yang had already made a judgment in his mind. Compared with the last time, the haunted house has once again undergone an unusual change. Last time it was a grave road leading underground, this time it was a staircase leading to nowhere...

Without hesitating for too long, Cao Yang picked up the bronze spear and threw it at the blurry figure. If there were no other supernatural influences on the stairs, the bronze spear would definitely pin the ghost down.

But the moment the bronze spear slipped out of his hand, Cao Yang felt a chill down his spine, because the ghost also imitated his movements and made the throwing motion, with exactly the same posture!
Accidents always exist. There was indeed no other supernatural force affecting the trajectory of the bronze spear, but the bronze spear did not pin down the ghost. Instead, it penetrated its body directly and then fell on a higher step with a bang.

"It's not a real ghost, it's more like a paranormal phenomenon."

Cao Yang was not discouraged by the failure of the Bronze Spear. It was just a test and never a killing move.

"Then try this again."

A pool of blood instantly appeared under Cao Yang's feet. Due to the suppression of the haunted house, the blood spread to the surroundings very slowly and could not form a blood river like the outside world.

"As long as there is blood, it will be enough."

Under Cao Yang's intentional control, the pool of blood slowly spread up the stairs and soon covered the fifth step.

Cao Yang's palm was constantly oozing with smelly and sticky blood. The blood seemed to be condensing, one end was thick and the other end was thin, looking like... a coffin nail! "I haven't eaten pork, but I have seen pigs run. I will use you to test the waters of the coffin nail made of ghost blood."

The moment the ghost blood coffin nail was completely condensed, it was thrown out by Cao Yang. Unfortunately, the result was still disappointing. The ghost shadow imitated Cao Yang's actions again, and the ghost blood coffin nail did not cause any effect on it. It just fell to the ground and turned into a pool of blood.

"Useless?! Are you kidding me?"

Ghost blood has the power to suppress evil spirits, so it is understandable that this imitation coffin nail is useless, but even the bloodstain formed after the coffin nail exploded is completely useless, which is really incredible.

"... "

“It’s not completely useless.”

The ghost blood and water ghost are now almost integrated. Cao Yang did this experiment on a whim.

"Yang Jian can use part of the water in Ghost Lake as a medium to travel freely, and even the ghosts in the ghost peddler's cargo box can escape, so I can naturally learn and imitate him."

As it turned out, Cao Yang's sudden idea this time was really correct. The released ghost blood was just like the ghost lake water reserved by Yang Jian in advance, and could be used as a medium for his appearance and travel.

Cao Yang's figure continued to sink, as if he was being gradually swallowed by a pool of blood under his feet.

The next second, Cao Yang appeared at the location of the pool of ghost blood at the top of the stairs. He was about to take action, but the ghost in front of him stunned him again.

When he got closer, he realized that this ghost was actually himself! No, the more accurate description should be that this ghost was wearing his image, and his clothes and movements were exactly the same as his, but the ghost's expression was more numb, and his eyes were empty and lifeless, without a trace of the spirit of a living person.

What really made Cao Yang feel terrified was that this ghost, like himself, sank into the moldy steps, and when it reappeared, it was already on a higher step, about twenty steps away from Cao Yang.

"Why does the ghost look like me? Is it because I triggered a rule, or is there another hidden reason..."

This feeling made Cao Yang feel palpitations and uneasiness. Just imagine, a ghost looks like you and imitates your movements. What will happen if this continues? Will the ghost completely replace you?
Cao Yang didn’t know.

"Whoo~"

Cao Yang forced himself to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart. He hated the feeling of being kept in the dark.

"In any case, let's get rid of you first."

Imitation Ghost, this is the code name Cao Yang gave to the ghost. Its pattern is unknown, and its ability is to imitate human actions. It is suspected that it will maintain a relatively constant distance from humans.

The supernatural power of the memory ghost was revealed. This endless staircase was gradually covered by a layer of bright colors. The building in the memory was about to appear in reality. This was the first time that Cao Yang took the initiative to use this method.

In the process of Cao Yang controlling the memory ghost, the spirits of the same origin collided with each other, which was an endless confrontation. Coupled with the unstable factor of the ghost peddler invading the memory world, the process became a situation where the ghost "beat myself". So when Cao Yang completely controlled the memory ghost, the ghost also fell into a dead state, which had been quite stable all along.

The memory ghost den is similar to the ghost dream world. There is no concept of intensity, and it will not be invaded by other ghost dens. No similar type of supernatural beings can affect it.

However, there are still differences between the two. The ghost den of memory can be presented in reality, which is a cover-up of reality, and it will also forcibly pull the covered people into this ghost den.

"If you are me, then who am I?"

(End of this chapter)