Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 305: Gong-beating Ghost

As darkness fell, the village, which had been bustling and prosperous, suddenly became deserted and gloomy. A cold wind blew up around. It was not as fierce and wild as the ghost wind, but it was like a thorn in your ear, like a whisper, or a soft curse that would never go away.

"A ghost village that completely overlaps with a haunted place. I want to see what secrets are hidden here."

While thinking, Cao Yang took out his satellite phone. As expected, the signal was cut off, which meant that he had to face this entire mysterious place alone.

Scared?
That was impossible. As long as he wanted, Cao Yang could get out of this ghost village in a moment. But now he was curious and wanted to find out.

This is very dangerous, but Cao Yang is the captain, and he was appointed as the "supervisory captain" by Old Qin in the early days of becoming a ghost rider.

If Yang Jian will become the captain of the law enforcement team in the near future and have the highest level of power to execute first and report later, then Cao Yang, as the captain of the inspection team, exists to balance and restrain this law enforcement team leader and has the highest level of supervisory power.

On weekdays, the captain of the inspection team always walks in the front, travels around, gathers people's hearts, and can also execute first and report later. Those who betray the country and collaborate with the enemy will be executed, those who retreat without fighting will be killed, and those who betray in battle will be killed.

Simply put, the supervisory captain is in charge of civil affairs, domestic and foreign affairs, and maintaining overall stability; while the law enforcement captain is in charge of military affairs, and anyone who disobeys orders can be beheaded on the spot to serve as a warning to others.

The country road was now empty and the vendors had disappeared at some point. Only a few larger shops were still half open with pale lanterns hanging at the door, as if they were still doing business.

"Destiny has its place, trade at noon."

"Boom--!"

Along with the piercing and sharp sound of a gong, there was also a hoarse and sharp voice, like a person with damaged vocal cords trying his best to shout. It made people feel very uncomfortable and even a little inexplicably creepy after listening to it.

"Life is for you, trading at noon? If I remember correctly, this should be said by the ghost peddler, right? Who do you think you are, and how dare you shout like that?"

Cao Yang looked around. There was clearly a sound coming, but he couldn't see any human figure. Only the deafening and eerie sound of the gong was getting closer.

"It doesn't matter if I can't see it, as long as the ghost can see it."

A pool of blood suddenly flowed out under his feet, and the blood was spreading and spreading at an extremely fast speed. In just a few breaths, it submerged a large area nearby, forming a blood pool.

“Tap—tap—!”

There was an obvious sound of heavy and stiff footsteps all around, walking on the blood, and the sound of the gong had not stopped yet.

A strange figure was reflected on the bloody surface of the water. It was wearing a black robe and its body was as skinny as a corpse that had been exposed to the sun for several days. However, some kind of corpse oil was still dripping from its face, which made people feel creepy.

However, the ghost held a gong hammer in one hand and a yellow, rough, mottled, old gong in the other. A strange human face was reflected on the gong!

The face was none other than Cao Yang, who had been targeted.

The gong hammer was also extremely strange. Most gong hammers had red cloth wrapped around both ends, but this gong hammer was made of pitch-black cloth, and the body of the hammer was also a rich black color like ink.

Every time the gong hammer hits a person's face, it leaves a deep dent on the gong surface, sometimes on the face, sometimes on the head. The sound of the gong is so loud that it almost makes people's eardrums burst.

As the sound of the gong got closer, Cao Yang felt that he was affected by this supernatural power. He could not concentrate and could not think. At the same time, his eyes became empty and confused, and his body was unconsciously retreating.

Various dents appeared on Cao Yang's head out of nowhere, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Back off. Back off.

retreat.

The sound of the gong was getting closer, but Cao Yang kept retreating, always keeping a certain distance from the invisible gong-beating ghost.

The next moment, another Cao Yang appeared, and a ghost slave invaded the reality from the memory world. However, this ghost slave died instantly before he could even take a step.

The sound of the gong contained the spirit of death. The moment the ghost slave heard the sound of the gong, blood began to flow from all seven orifices. The flesh and blood on his body began to shrink and rot. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a dried corpse like the gong-beating ghost.

"A ghost is a ghost, and a gong is a gong. When a ghost has a gong, it will use it first to attack, but the ghost itself is still quite dangerous, which is similar to the tall male corpse in the Caesar Hotel."

Cao Yang himself was not affected by the gong attack, but this body was restricted by the continuous attacks and was not completely under his control. At least this kind of retreat was beyond Cao Yang's control.

"Ghosts don't exist in reality, but gongs shouldn't have this characteristic. It's just that ghosts have brought gongs into the realm of idealism."

Obviously, Cao Yang was very interested in the bronze gong with a human face. Of course, he did not intend to let the ghost go, but he had not yet thought of any suitable means to deal with the ghost.

The Blood Lake is not suitable here. It is difficult for ghost dens to be compatible with each other. The level of the Blood Lake is extremely high. If it is fully opened, it will only lead Cao Yang out of the ghost den of Baiyu Village and will not play a good role.

“Tap, tap, tap—!”

These were not the footsteps of a ghost, but Cao Yang's own footsteps. He had mastered the power of death, and now it came in handy.

Cao Yang began to retreat on his own initiative, making a series of obviously uncoordinated footsteps, and soon a trail of bloody footprints was left on the ground.

He did this on purpose. The supernatural power of the footstep ghost is not only that anyone encountered will die, but the footprints it leaves behind in certain circumstances can also play a certain restrictive role on evil spirits.

soon.

The frequencies of the two footsteps overlapped and gradually became consistent.

Cao Yang left a long trail of footprints, and the ghost finally stepped on a pair of them. The gong sounds stopped abruptly, and Cao Yang regained control of his body.

"Do it!"

The ghost stepping on the bloody footprints revealed a vague outline. The black robe was like the cloth of a ghost peddler, tightly attached to his muscles, and seemed to be completely glued to the corpse.

With a carrying pole in hand, you can measure everything.

Cao Yang did not use the bronze sword because that thing had too many side effects and was not as useful as a carrying pole.

"Snapped--!"

The rotten but thick carrying pole hit the black-robed mummy's body directly. The end of the carrying pole shook violently, visibly, and even an afterimage appeared.

However, the effect of this attack was also very obvious. The bronze gong with a human face fell from the evil ghost's hand and directly fell into the real world, but it did not make any sound.

(End of this chapter)