Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 306: Human-faced bronze gong, pale candle

Cao Yang acted very quickly and grabbed both the gong and the gong hammer.

As soon as the human-faced bronze gong was in hand, an extremely cold feeling came over him, as if all the blood in his body would freeze.

Not only that, it was not until the moment he held it in his hand that Cao Yang noticed that what was wrapped around the two ends of the gong hammer was not black cloth strips at all, but thick long black hair, mixed with a lot of black scalp flesh and some unknown white pulp, which looked very disgusting.

Just as Cao Yang was about to put the two items into his popularity pocket, he discovered that both the human-faced gong and the gong hammer were stuck to his hand as if they were coated with glue, and he couldn't take them off no matter what.

On the other hand, the gong-beating ghost who had just been hit by the carrying pole was gradually struggling again, and was about to break away from the footprints and return to the idealistic level again.

"What the hell."

Cao Yang was speechless. He had imagined countless scenes of this gong attacking him, but he never expected it to be in such an incomprehensible and even shameless way.

"It wasn't a ghost that was targeting me, it was a gong."

Cao Yang's face and facial features were still visible on the dim and rough gong surface. Although he had not yet figured out the pattern, there was no doubt that he was being targeted.

"Use the ghost scissors."

Cao Yang made a decision in his heart instantly. Another ghost slave invaded the reality from the memory world. He calmly took the human skin bag from Cao Yang's waist and opened it, while Cao Yang used the ghost den to reach in and take out the ghost scissors.

The moment the Demon Scissors came into contact, everything around him changed, and all the previously invisible curses emerged in an instant.

A black silk thread started from the gong and the gong hammer and extended, wrapping around Cao Yang's hands and body several times. He could even see the marks from the curse, but it was just a way of presenting the curse and not a physical entity.

"Just cut the curse line."

There is no essential difference between Gui Nu and Cao Yang. They both possess Cao Yang's memories and can walk in reality as the new Cao Yang at any time. They can also serve as scapegoats to bear attacks for Cao Yang. Therefore, he is not worried that he will be contaminated by the curse of the ghost scissors.

What's more, Cao Yang would wash the ghost scissors in the blood lake every time he used them, so they were quite clean and not stained with any curse at all.

"Crack——!"

With a crisp sound, the ghost slave used the ghost scissors to cut a curse line between the gong and Cao Yang. However, the human-faced gong did not fall off, but just loosened a little, still clinging to Cao Yang's hand.

However, at this moment, the figure of the black-robed mummy had disappeared. Cao Yang, who was trying to get rid of the gong, suddenly felt his whole body stiffen. An extreme coldness was rapidly invading his body and spreading to his limbs and bones.

"The black-robed mummy ghost is attacking me. It doesn't seem to be a real ghost, but just a supernatural phenomenon that exists by relying on the bronze gong. But now this ghost has taken a fancy to my ghost body, so it wants to take it for itself."

Cao Yang's guess was correct. The coldness was absorbing into his body like water. This behavior was quite fatal to other ghost riders, but it had no effect on Cao Yang.

Because, flowing in his body is a blood lake that has a stronger suppressive power than ghost blood and ghost lake!
When an evil spirit actively invades the body, it is tantamount to walking into a trap.

After about ten seconds, the feeling of invasion came to an abrupt end. The water in the blood lake blocked the ghost. The invasion failed, and the cold and evil ghost quickly receded like a tide.

"Crack——!"

The ghost slave did not stop, and cut three or four more black curse threads. The copper gong stuck to Cao Yang's palm was very loose at this moment, and was about to fall off. "Dong——!"

There was a loud bang, and the feeling like a grenade exploding in his brain instantly made Cao Yang feel dizzy. Although no one was hitting the gong, there was still an extremely loud gong sound exploding in his mind, and the pain was almost enough to scare him to death.

The gong sounds did not stop, but instead continued to ring out at regular intervals, and the sense of invasion that had just faded away came back again, this time even more violent and intense.

"You want to take over my body, are you worthy?"

Cao Yang's consciousness left this body, and ghost slave became his new identity.

Then he picked up the carrying pole and hit his ghost body with it. The carrying pole, which represented balance, began to vibrate, indicating that imbalance was about to occur.

However, this imbalance was not directed at Cao Yang's ghost body, but broke the stalemate between the spiritual invasion and his own body.

Now, the balance is about to tip.

The ghost that invaded his body disappeared again after being attacked by the pole. Even the last bit of the gong and gong hammer that were still clinging to his palm fell to the ground and no longer entangled Cao Yang. However, the traces left by the ghost could not be eliminated for a while. Cao Yang's palms and even forearms were covered with dark blue corpse spots.

"The first ghost I encountered in the ghost village was so fierce. It's hard to imagine how this so-called White Jade Village could maintain its balance for such a long time."

Several pale hands stretched out from the lake, grabbed the gong hammer and the gong, and dragged them into the blood lake. Because the curse was cut off by the ghost scissors, the human face on the gong disappeared, and the entire gong returned to its original dim, mottled, dented and worn appearance.

"But how can a ghost speak? And what he said was the lines of a ghost peddler."

The cold ghost wind was swirling around, and the black-robed mummy ghost beating the gong had disappeared. No one knew where it had gone. It was at this point that Cao Yang's thoughts returned to the eight words he heard at the beginning.

"Destiny has its own destiny, and the transaction is made at noon. Could it be that the ghost peddler is also involved with this ghost village?"

Cao Yang walked on this small path without any hesitation. Although the scattered shops around had their lights on and their doors half open, no one could be seen through the cracks in the doors. Only the dim candlelight was swaying slightly, and a cool breeze blew in from the cracks in the doors from time to time.

"Candle shop."

This is the most conspicuous shop among the surrounding shops, and the light is the brightest, because there are two white candles as thick as children's arms placed at the door of the shop. The flames of the candles are also pale white, which looks quite weird.

The interior of the store was also bright. Cao Yang adjusted the angle and looked inside. In every corner, on the tables, chairs and benches, there were all kinds of white candles. However, some of the flames were white, while others were a strange black, which looked quite ominous.

On the walls of the shop, the candlelight illuminated several distorted and blurry figures, as if they were people who were enduring great pain and were forced to distort their bodies.

There is a compartment deep in the store, but the old wooden door of the compartment is closed, and the scene behind the door cannot be seen. The wooden door is pitch black, not modern style, but more like the one carved and polished by carpenters decades ago, with complicated and strange textures all over it.

"You want to buy candles?"

Without any warning and silently, a faint voice came out of the shop out of nowhere.

(End of this chapter)