Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 183 Broken Mirror

Zhongzhou City, Taiping Ancient Town.

Liu San, with a sallow face, sat on a chair in the ancient town, but his expression was a little solemn at this time. He was holding a paper and a pen in his hands, as if he was recording something.

If you look closely, you will find that the piece of paper in his hand is not ordinary paper at all, but the yellow paper burned for the dead in rural sacrifices!

"Paper-making shops, mask stalls, ancestral halls guarded by ghost riders..."

Liu San, who was sitting on the chair, was just an ordinary paper man. There were countless paper men like him in the whole ancient town, and there were even a few special paper men who entered the ancient street that did not exist in reality. What he recorded were the experiences and discoveries of the paper men from a shared perspective, and the abnormal places.

"Oh? There's also an inn. The owner is a middle-aged man who seems to be a ghost rider as well. He also has a paper man servant."

Liu San's hand, which was holding a pen to write, suddenly stopped.

"Paper man, I thought I was the only one in the world who dared to call myself a paper man."

Putting away the paper and pen, Liu San glanced coldly in a certain direction, a creepy sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that my deterrent power is still not enough."

In that direction, a young man with a somewhat pale face was leaning against the wall, his eyes numb but staring at Liu San intently.

However, behind him, a Liu San appeared out of nowhere. He raised one arm, and the yellow paper on it quickly peeled off, revealing a terrifying hand that was blue and black, covered with corpse spots, and had six fingers.

Danger, extremely dangerous!
Song Wenchen, who was originally following, suddenly felt a chill, as if his life was under great threat.

"Liu San!"

Song Wenchen turned around suddenly.

But it was too late. Liu San's raised arm had already fallen down weakly, like a dying man taking his last breath. Then his face quickly turned ashen, his mouth slightly open, and the spirit in his eyes was extinguished in an instant like a candle in the wind. His life was forcibly taken away.

"Xuanjing Club, Shangshan Division, Song Wenchen, is the younger brother of that smiling tiger Qi Chaosheng, and is just as useless as him."

Liu San took out a badge from his body, which recorded Song Wenchen's identity.

Although Song Wenchen was dead, his eyes were wide open. They were cloudy and empty, with no whites, only dark and deep pupils.

Not only that, the skin of his corpse was a bit strange. It was a strange dark brown color and was full of wrinkles, like crumpled paper.

"Just two ghosts dare to follow the captain, do you think I'm easy to bully——"

Liu San sighed lightly, then he tore open his chest. It was not flesh and blood at all, but paper that looked very much like flesh and blood. The paper had texture, like a layer of human skin.

The chest was not empty. An old and cold corpse occupied half of the space. The corpse was covered with yellow paper, and even when exposed to the air, there was no sign of revival.

"No matter how small a mosquito leg is, it's still flesh. From now on, you will be my second paper figurine."

Liu San picked up the corpse and stuffed it into his chest. Then he glued the flesh that had just been torn apart together again, and there was no sign of anything abnormal.

At the same time, in Dazheng City, in the Xuanjing Club, in a simple room, there were many small mirrors on the table in this small room, but there was a photo on the back of each mirror, and it was unknown what the meaning was.

But... there was clearly no one in the room, yet every mirror here reflected a human face.

However, at this moment, a crack quietly appeared in the mirror showing Song Wenchen's face. Song Wenchen in the mirror looked ashen, and the flesh on his face had rotted away, revealing his white bones.

Then, the mirror completely shattered, and the face in the mirror was broken into pieces all over the floor.

An old sigh suddenly came from the empty room.

"Song Wenchen from the Rewarding Department is dead."

The information that Song Wenchen was confirmed dead was spreading in an incredible way. In less than ten minutes, all members of the Xuan Jing Club received the news.

"This Liu San is really powerful. I didn't expect that even Elder Lu's mirror couldn't save Song Wenchen's life."

In a garden villa in Dazheng City, Qi Chaosheng, who learned that his younger brother had died, still had a smile on his face. That smile seemed to be engraved on his face and would never disappear.

"A good corpse has died. This is a bit of a big deal."

The door was pushed open, and the man who walked in looked exactly like Qi Chao! The only difference was their expressions. One was as gentle as the Maitreya Buddha, while the other was as vicious as a demon from hell.

"Only by doing good can one accumulate virtue. His death only means that he did too few good things. It's just a good corpse. Wouldn't it be better to train another one?"

Qi Chaosheng said with a smile, but his tone was cold, even sounding a bit cruel, which was inconsistent with his expression.

"Song Wenchen, who controls two ghosts, is no weaker than you and me. It's just that our spirits are too strange, so he is so devoted to us. It's not easy to find such a simple person again."

"No, I think it's very simple. I think Tang Lianzhou is a good candidate. He has a simple mind but strong limbs. He dares to challenge Liu San with only a ghost under his control. Isn't he the best candidate?"

The sinister Qi Chaosheng was silent for a long time, and finally said:
"Be careful and don't let anyone find out."

"You should believe me. After all, I am you and you are me."

The smiling Qi Chaosheng turned his head, and his eyes were narrowed to maintain the smile. He looked like he had an indescribable special temperament.

At the same time, in the manor of the Xuanjing Club.

"Xiao Song is dead. This Qi Chaosheng is not a good guy. Zhuang Yuhe, come with me to investigate the cause of Song Wenchen's death. The ghosts he controls are quite terrifying. If there is any supernatural incident, the headquarters will definitely cause trouble."

The person who spoke was Chu Xuenian. She was in charge of the Yin Law Department, responsible for collecting intelligence and investigating supernatural events. It was naturally her duty to investigate the cause of death of club members. Zhuang Yuhe was her assistant. The ghosts he controlled had special abilities and could make the dead speak, making him the most suitable person for the investigation task.

"coming."

Zhuang Yuhe, who was strolling outside the door, responded.

After dealing with Song Wenchen's paper figures, Liu San then strolled around the Taiping Ancient Town. Several paper figures went to the inn, and he planned to investigate this unusual ancient town carefully again.

Dajing City, Headquarters Experimental Center.

"A bronze sword that can dismember evil spirits, and a bronze spear whose function is unknown. As expected of a captain-level ghost tamer, the supernatural items he brought out are all top-notch."

Wang Xiaoming's expression changed slightly. Cao Yang's actions just now were not intended to avoid him.

"Perhaps what the human skin paper said is right. Good things need to be fought for by oneself. The headquarters has been weak for a long time. At this stage, the ghost candle and the scapegoat doll are no longer considered good things. The supernatural events are becoming more and more terrifying. The headquarters needs to accumulate more foundation to barely maintain the situation in the future."

"The speed at which city leaders are replaced is getting faster and faster. If each leader can be equipped with a supernatural item, at least they will have the capital to fight to the death..."

"Maybe we can let Cao Yang go to that place..."

(End of this chapter)