Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 199 The Last Jade
"Alien? Your Excellency's name for me is really appropriate. Hohoho——"

Jingu Seiji suddenly laughed strangely, and at this moment, his whole body was covered with strange eyes. Some of these eyes were dim, some were empty, and some even had no eyeballs, only whites of the eyes, which looked quite creepy.

“Click—!”

There was a sensation in the room, like bones breaking, or someone twitching.

"Mr. Cao Yang, Senior Jingong..."

Chiba's expression was horrified, but Akimoto remained calm. He was deeply eroded by the ghost mud, and it seemed that even the emotion of fear, which belonged to living people, had completely disappeared.

"quack--!"

Suddenly, a strange cry was heard from the wooden house. The voice was hoarse and dry, and sounded like a roar, or like someone wailing at the top of his lungs.

A scarlet light instantly spread out from the wooden house, dyeing the sky of the ancient house with a sticky red color. The red light was so thick that it almost liquefied and dripped, and everything around it seemed to be coated with a layer of blood.

"Why is it so similar to Yang Jian's ghost den?"

Cao Yang frowned. The strength of this scarlet ghost den was not very high. At least his ghost den was not suppressed and could be easily deployed.

Soon, this ghost den began to show its characteristics, and huge eyes appeared in the ghost den. These eyes slowly opened, and there was no trace of the spirit of a living person in their eyes. It was more like a person who had been dead for a long time and had his eyelids forcibly opened.

Just by being looked at by these eyes, Qianye felt that every limb of his body was becoming stiff.

"No, it's not a feeling."

Qianye suddenly realized that his body was really becoming as stiff as a rock, and he couldn't even perform basic movements.

Not only that, he also found that his eyes felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if a pair of invisible hands had reached into his eye sockets and were going to dig his eyes out.

Cao Yang also felt this strangeness, but the protection of Ghost Porcelain came in handy at this moment.

Deep underground in Nagoya City, a piece of strangely shaped porcelain is being petrified bit by bit. The original color of the ghost porcelain is fading, and its protective ability is gradually losing its effectiveness.

Osaka City, old house.

"It seems that you are more suitable for the code name Ghost Eye than Yang Jian."

Cao Yang looked coldly at Jingu Xingsi in front of him. This was just a projection, and the real ghost was still in the room.

"Wow—"

The sliding door of the wooden house was opened, and a man in a flowing kimono came into view. His appearance was exactly the same as Jingu Seiji with ghost eyes, and even those ghost eyes appeared in the same position.

The only difference was that he held a dark purple sword in his hand, and he covered his eyes with a piece of cloth, like a blind vagrant.

More and more giant eyes opened in the ghost den, and Qianye felt that his whole body was about to become as stiff as a stone statue, unable to move at all.

"A thousand hands and a hundred eyes, the world and the human world."

The two Shrine Star Masters instantly merged into one, or rather, they were originally a whole.

The next second, Shen Gong made a standard sword-swinging motion, and more than a dozen shadows gathered on him. These shadows all made the same sword-swinging motion together, and each of them grew a gray eye on the back of their hands, like a stone.

"Some people cannot be looked at casually just because you have many eyes." Cao Yang snorted coldly, and a cold and violent wind suddenly appeared. The river of blood instantly surged, and the scarlet hundred-eyed ghost den was instantly suppressed and shrunken, and was replaced by Cao Yang's multiple ghost dens.

Although the situation was reversed, Qianye's petrified body did not recover, which seemed to be an irreversible spiritual erosion.

Jingu Seiji's steps are very methodical. The evil spirit not only eroded his humanity, but also inherited his memories and behaviors. Even his attacks are carried out in the same way he used when he was alive.

Cao Yang did not expand the ghost den to a large area, but only covered the entire ancient house.

One scarlet fades away, and another scarlet emerges.

The blood river was churning under his feet, constantly beating up waves of blood. Above the blood river, the howling wind made the blood river surge continuously, and even whirlpools appeared on the water surface, as if to suck in all the people who fell into the water.

"drink--!"

Jingu Xingji stepped on the river of blood, swinging his sword towards Cao Yang in an orderly manner. Every strike he made could cut off many hands sticking out from the water surface, and even real ghosts would be dismembered.

The blood river could only barely cover Shen Gong's calves. He was so terrifying that even if the ghost slaves and evil spirits caught him, they could not drag him underwater. Even the blood river itself could not submerge him.

"No wonder you are the last piece of 'Jade'. It turns out that all the other jades were slaughtered by you in this room. For decades, you have only been repeating one thing: stealing their spiritual powers."

Cao Yang's figure appeared at the door of the wooden house. He saw dozens of corpses lying in the house. Most of these corpses were highly decayed, and only two or three were relatively intact.

These corpses were all wearing the uniforms of the Exorcist Society. There was no doubt that they were all ghost hunters of the Exorcist Society. Combined with what Jingu Seiji said before, it was not difficult to guess that he killed these people, and those double images were obviously the projections of these people before they died.

Hearing Cao Yang's nonchalant tone, Jingu Xingsi seemed to be irritated, and a human-like anger appeared on his face.

"I am the strongest ghost rider in the island nation, and none of them are!"

Jingu Xingsi roared angrily like a mad beast. Then, he swung his sword madly and rushed towards Cao Yang.

"You are too weak."

Cao Yang looked at him calmly. The bronze spear he threw out instantly pierced through Shen Gong's forehead, but the opponent only paused for a second and quickly resumed the action.

"The level of the bronze spear is still a bit low. Its suppression ability is not as good as the coffin nail, and its dismemberment ability is not as good as the bronze sword."

Cao Yang's expression changed slightly, and then he took out the dirty old cloth strip that Zhou Deng had "recycled" before. He had seen Zhou Deng use this thing before. As long as it was woven into a ring, it could be used to hang up evil spirits.

At the same time, the sunny doll that had just been taken out was also held in his hand.

"They're both hanging curses, so why not use them together."

Cao Yang quickly tied the white cloth together, then pointed the face of the Sunny Doll in the direction of Jingu Seiji, and then put the ring around the Sunny Doll's neck.

Suddenly, the ring, which was originally as big as a human head, tightened instantly, tightly strangling the doll's neck. At the same time, the rushing Jingou suddenly stopped, and his face turned purple-red in an instant. He wailed and struggled while being hung in the air.

But this struggle only lasted less than ten seconds. The invisible rope seemed to be cut by something, and the temple fell from midair, splashing a wave of blood. The ghost slaves in the blood river also took the opportunity to approach him, but they could not cause any substantial impact on him.

"Sir Cao Yang, save me!"

Qianye wailed. The protection provided by the ghost porcelain had completely disappeared. His lower body was completely petrified and he couldn't run away even if he wanted to.

(End of this chapter)