Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 176 The Coffin in the Room
“Not in reality, or is it because there is no medium and it can only present projections?”

The building in my memory has completely come down into reality. It is impossible for a haunted house to accommodate a building given its size, but it did it anyway. The supernatural power is totally unreasonable.

The dozens-story Beichen Building now presents a state between two-dimensional and three-dimensional. It does not exceed the scope of the ancient house, nor will it be suppressed by the ancient house.

"The ghost was pulled into the ghost den of memory."

This is the world of memory. The evil ghost has crashed. The memory world is completely dominated by Cao Yang, so he can naturally detect the abnormality at the first time.

Not only in front, but also behind Cao Yang, which is the starting point of this staircase, there is also a ghost, with the same appearance as himself and doing the same movements.

In reality, the blood under Cao Yang's feet was spreading and invading in both the forward and backward directions at the same time. He didn't want to directly touch the strange stone steps, and using blood to open up the stairs was the best option.

In the memory world, the two figures in front and behind are exactly the same as Cao Yang, always maintaining and synchronizing the same movements. If there were someone present, they would probably not be able to tell which one is the real Cao Yang at the first sight.

"It will take some time for the demons to invade, so I'll give it a good chance to test your bottom line."

Cao Yang did not look back. With the help of the ghost den, he could sense the ghosts' every move. What's more, the ghosts were basically imitating and replicating him. He knew what actions they would take without looking back.

"The pattern is imitating actions? No, the pattern is the pattern of killing. The ghosts did not attack me, but formed a double team from the front and the back."

"But my consciousness is not in the memory world. Who is the ghost imitating? Or is the imitating ghost not pulled into the memory world at all?"

The supernatural power belonging to the memory ghost was released, and two ghosts appeared in the memory world instantly. They also looked like Cao Yang, but the colors on their bodies were particularly bright, as if they were painted with watercolor ink.

The two memory ghosts each had their own targets, and they targeted the two ghosts in front and behind. The targets were clear, but they could not launch attacks. The ghosts did exist, but they did not exist.

"..."

"A ghost that exists in the idealistic realm..."

Cao Yang silently said in his heart that idealistic ghosts need specific media to appear in reality. The most typical example is Jingqiao. Every Jingqiao can be regarded as the source, but the real Jingqiao cannot be truly imprisoned.

"medium…"

"Forget it, forget about it for now."

Blood has completely invaded this section of stairs. Although the two figures in front and behind him make Cao Yang feel very uncomfortable, he really has no means to deal with the evil spirit now and can only leave it alone for the time being.

Cao Yang quickly sank into the blood under his feet, and when he reappeared, he was already on a higher staircase. He was already close to the top of the stairs. Although he couldn't see how many steps were left, the faint cold wind blowing in front proved that this staircase was not endless.

"Just use the ghost blood."

The next moment, a ghost blood coffin nail condensed again, and Cao Yang threw it out with force, but the coffin nail seemed to hit something, making a dull sound, and it sounded like that thing was still hollow.

"A door?"

When Cao Yang appeared again, he found that his posture was very strange. He stuck his head out of a door sideways. There was a door at the end of the stairs without any buffer platform in the middle. No one knew who designed it.

The door was not locked, and there was even a crack, with a faint light leaking out from it.

"I can't see the ghost anymore. Did it disappear? Or is it that the real ghost is the stairs? Since I didn't touch the stairs, the pattern was not triggered?"

Without much hesitation, with his hands covered in ghost blood, Cao Yang cautiously pushed open the wooden door, which should be hollow. The wooden door was very old, and the sound of the bottom rubbing against the ground was annoying and even crazy. Behind the wooden door was a large room with a simple layout, a small wooden table with an old-fashioned kerosene lamp on it. Opposite the wooden table was a layer of smelly soil, and on top of the soil were three strange and evil coffins.

There is a tombstone in front of each coffin, but there are no portraits or words on the tombstones. They look like three blank tombstones.

Moreover, looking at the material of the tombstone, it is somewhat similar to the slate door of the ancient house, blue and black, rough and mottled. Generally speaking, it is impossible to use this kind of stone for a tombstone, which is disrespectful to the deceased.

"One lamp, three tablets, what do they symbolize and what do they imply?"

Cao Yang was puzzled. There were five hourglasses on the table on the first floor, and only the fifth hourglass was flowing. However, there were three coffins in the room.

"If hourglasses represent people just like coffins, then the fifth hourglass that is flowing should mean that the fifth person is still alive. There should be four coffins here."

"So the hourglass and the coffin do not correspond to the same thing. The coffin corresponds to people. Three people will be put into these three coffins. All three may be dead, or one may still be alive."

Out of caution, Cao Yang did not risk opening the coffin. He just moved closer and tried to see clearly whether there was really no word on the tombstone.

"The coffin seems to be just an ordinary coffin, but no one can guarantee whether there is a ghost in the coffin. After all, the haunted house is connected to the underground world."

Cao Yang was already very close, and he found that there were actually words engraved on the tombstone, but it seemed that because it was too old, or perhaps for some other reason, the words on the tombstone had been completely blurred, as if someone had deliberately scratched the words.

"All three tombstones are like this, but what we can confirm is that there are only two words engraved on all three tombstones, but they are all unrecognizable and have become completely blurred. However, we cannot rule out the possibility of supernatural influences."

As if possessed by some mysterious force, Cao Yang actually reached out and touched a tombstone. Smelly blood oozed out from his palm, and a bloody palm print instantly appeared on the tombstone. A lot of blood also spread to the side.

But the blood did not change the tombstone, and the scratched words did not become clearer, and they remained blurry.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew by, and the chilly feeling brought Cao Yang back to his senses instantly. He broke out in a cold sweat and at the same time, a feeling of uneasiness began to spread. It seemed that his previous behavior was completely unconscious.

Looking up, on the wall behind the coffin, a dark shadow was half squatting there. The wall was a two-dimensional plane, but in Cao Yang's field of vision he could clearly see the sense of distance. The shadow was none other than the ghost that had appeared on the stairs before!

"This ghost is still here. This is not imitation at all. This is tracking. I am being followed by a ghost!"

Cao Yang knew without thinking that there was an identical figure behind him. Like him, they raised their heads, maintained a half-squatting posture, and stretched one hand forward.

"It's too weird. I can't handle this idealistic ghost at all. Let's leave first."

Cao Yang made a decision in just a few breaths. Even though it was his second time entering the haunted house, he still felt palpitations and uneasiness, and this uneasiness was gradually magnifying. If he stayed for too long, something bad would definitely happen.

"Take the window."

This room has windows, and one can see the scenery outside. It is indeed Dajing City, but the light from the street lamps can never shine in. It seems that all light is completely isolated outside the haunted house.

“It can be opened.”

Cao Yang didn't care about that at this time. The moment he opened the window, he threw out a ghost blood coffin nail. The coffin nail hit the ground not far away and turned into a pool of blood. Cao Yang directly used the ghost blood to escape from the ancient house...

Shortly after Cao Yang left, the three tombstones began to show some unusual changes. The first character on each tombstone was revealed, from left to right: Zhang, Qin, and Yang.

Not only that, three illusory and transparent figures were sitting on the coffin. The one on the far left was an old man with a peaceful expression, but his facial features could not be seen clearly. The one in the middle was also an old man, leaning on a cane, with deep wrinkles on his face. The one on the far right was a young man, about twenty years old, and there was nothing special about him.

(End of this chapter)