Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 309: Prisoner of Ghosts

Suddenly, Cao Yang felt a vague chill hovering around him, like an invasion, or like it was groping and testing something.

"You robbed my store, so I will take your family, your wife and children, and your fellow countrymen to pay for your life!"

Bai Ru's expression was ferocious and vicious, no longer as smooth-talking as before, and it was obvious that he was serious this time.

Cao Yang has not forgotten what Bai Ru said at the beginning:

"Light a candle at midnight, and the ghosts will come home."

Combined with his vicious curse at this moment, Cao Yang had no doubt that he really had the ability to involve his family with unknown spirits.

If one is infected with the supernatural, the worst outcome is disability or serious injury that will be difficult to get rid of for the rest of your life, or serious death on the spot without a trace of body left.

Threat, this is a naked threat. In fact, most people in the psychic circle would not use this method. Today I kill your whole family, and tomorrow you kill my whole family. Who has so many families that can withstand such violence?

It is a rule that most people tacitly accept that misfortune should not affect their entire family.

"Curse me?"

When Cao Yang took out the ghost scissors, his vision changed strangely and the light around him suddenly dimmed. However, the ghost scissors were very clean at this moment and there was no curse on them. Therefore, Cao Yang did not have to bear any cost when using them.

In the field of vision, there was a gray-brown silk thread, about the thickness of a finger, one end of which was connected to Cao Yang, while the other end was twisting and stretching in a certain direction, with no end in sight.

No, this is not a line. The real source of this curse line is the two candles in Bai Ru's hands. Cao Yang just served as the middle node and helped the curse spread.

"Before I change my face, I suggest you find a way to make amends. The oppressive ghost only restricts your movements. I don't intend to kill you."

"Haha, it's too late. Even though you only have one relative left, it doesn't matter. Today, either I kill him or you beat me into submission. I have no other choice."

Bai Ru turned his head away and stopped communicating with Cao Yang.

"Well, it seems that you have made up your mind, so I can only help you make the choice."

Cao Yang casually interrupted the curse line. Most people might be helpless or even furious about this vicious curse that would harm their family members, but for Cao Yang who was holding the ghost scissors, the curse was the easiest kind of supernatural power to deal with.

"No, Master."

Bai Ru was silent. Of course he realized that the curse had been forcibly cut off. In other words, his choice to fight to the death with Cao Yangyu was simply the behavior of a clown and did not pose any threat at all.

"The attack of the ash will not stop just by cutting you off, because you are the node and source of the spread of the curse. If a tree loses its branches, all the nutrients will be absorbed by the trunk, and the same goes for the curse."

"Do you think a curse of this magnitude can kill me?"

Cao Yang remained calm. As a cursed person, he could of course sense this. However, the horror of the white wax curse was not that high. Apart from some tingling in his limbs, there was no other discomfort.

In Dajing City, the domestic ghost-control headquarters, Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua was paying close attention to the incident that would require the joint efforts of four captains to quell and suppress - Ghost Lake.

Strictly speaking, up to now, a total of five captains have been involved in the Ghost Lake incident. Although Cao Yang, who took the lead, failed, he brought back crucial intelligence and a large amount of resources, which is also an invaluable contribution. Now Cao Yanhua only hopes that Yang Jian and his team can succeed and completely handle and resolve the Ghost Lake incident.

However, at this moment, Cao Yanhua's expression suddenly changed, his mouth suddenly opened wide, and the unfinished cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Followed by.

"Ah——!" Cao Yanhua let out a strange sound and spat out a large mouthful of black and sticky blood.

At the same time, his face turned gray and blue, as if he was poisoned, and he fell directly to the ground.

Shen Liang, who was standing by, suddenly panicked and ran over to support him. However, he felt a chill on Cao Yanhua's body, as if it was not a person at all, but a corpse that had been lying in the morgue for a long time!
"Go call the medical staff!"

Shen Liang didn't care about anything at this time. He just carried Cao Yanhua, who was already unconscious and in danger of life, on his back and walked out.

The curse still broke out. If Cao Yang had not acted quickly enough, Cao Yanhua would probably have become a corpse by now.

"Tell me about Baiyu Village, and we can discuss the conditions."

Cao Yang, who was far away in the suburbs of Dahang City, had no idea that his uncle had been affected, otherwise he would never have maintained his current relatively friendly attitude.

"You're done. The village chief is coming. You're afraid to take action, which means you still have concerns in your heart. Unlike the young man before, he has absolute confidence and can do it calmly."

"The village chief is here, you will definitely die."

At this time, Bai Ru, who was still lying on the ground under the pressure of the ghost, suddenly made a harsh statement. According to him, it seemed that there was a person like the Seven Elders of the Republic of China who was suppressing this mysterious place, and that person had already arrived.

"Where did this arrogant young man come from to cause trouble in Baiyu Village?"

An old voice suddenly echoed, and the voice sounded quite serious, with a sense of majesty without anger, which made people unconsciously think of Li Jun's image and personality.

The old man's voice came out of nowhere, as if it was everywhere, and as if only Cao Yang could hear it.

"Captain Cao Yang, the head of the headquarters inspection team, has come to Baiyu Village to investigate the supernatural incidents. Senior, please come out and see us."

Cao Yang glanced around. He seemed to be shouting, but in fact he had inadvertently started a transaction.

Because the other party made a sound, the rules of the transaction have been established. Violating the transaction is equivalent to actively triggering the other party's rules. For a ghost rider of this level, any move cannot be ignored.

So, as a last resort, the other party showed up.

He was a tall old man, skinny all over, with wrinkles and calluses all over his palms. The exposed skin was a dark brown like the bark of an old tree, also covered with twisted and complex textures.

The old man was wearing an old-fashioned jacket on his upper body and cloth trousers and cloth shoes on his lower body. He looked quite lively and not as weak and frail as ordinary old people.

"Even if you are the captain of the headquarters, I will never allow you to cause trouble in my Baiyu Village. We, the older generation, have worked hard all our lives to build a balance. Are you going to destroy our hard work just by coming here?"

As soon as he came up, the old man put a big hat on Cao Yang.

"Chief of Baiyu Village, let me see."

Cao Yang looked at the majestic old man in front of him with great interest. He could sense some danger from him. However, it was only dangerous and not fatal.

Ever since reading Old Qin's diary, Cao Yang has made one thing clear - the ghost peddler's memory is a huge information database. Through the transaction mechanism, he can easily understand some of the things and information that happened in the past four reincarnations, provided that the ghost peddler himself has experienced it.

"Bai Zhilin is as famous as the mourners, storytellers and other ghost riders in the Seven Elders' camp."

"If my memory serves me correctly, your code name should be - Ghost Prisoner."

　Let me talk about the update: the author started working this month, and he doesn't get home until 9 or o'clock every night. He basically starts writing at o'clock. He is very busy every day. He persisted for a month and couldn't bear it anymore. In the future, he will try to update once a day. If there is enough time, he should be able to update twice. I hope all readers understand, thank you very much
　　
　
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