Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 452: The Ghost Ship Ends, the Figure in the Red Light
"This ghost can't even withstand the coffin nails when in shadow form. A person must actively be attacked by it and turn into a shadow. Only at this time, the ghost and reality overlap, and the coffin nails can take effect."

Although time was running out, Yang Jian still maintained enough rationality and sorted out the information about the ghost in his mind.

The tall and dense ghost figure left this body and gave it up on its own initiative.

Sure enough, a blurry arm stretched out on the ground, trying to grab Yang Jian's body.

Soon, Yang Jian's limbs and body were all eroded by the shadow, and only his head remained in reality. However, his head was also rapidly becoming blurry, as if a layer of black gauze was gradually covering and hiding it.

"It's now!"

Yang Jian’s attacks were always decisive and ruthless. At the moment when the evil spirit completely invaded his body, a rusty coffin nail also successfully pierced into his body.

The suppression was formed, and the evil ghost instantly stopped moving and fell into silence. Yang Jian did not dare to delay for a moment. He picked up his own body and walked towards the lobby, because the patio was the only exit of this ancient house.

In the lobby, the captain and Zhang Dong had already fought. With just a wave of his hand, Zhang Dong wiped off one of the captain's arms, leaving no trace and disappearing instantly.

At this time, the captain's stiff body became surprisingly flexible. He turned around and chose to evacuate quickly without looking back.

Zhang Dong's body moved. The skinny hand that was raised and covered with corpse spots and wrinkles waved slowly again, as if wiping away stains.

This was the second time he waved his hand, and the captain, who was fleeing in panic, fell to the ground, because his lower body was also wiped out. However, the captain did not give up, but used his only remaining arm to drag his body slowly towards the gate.

At this time, Yang Jian just came to the lobby, but the ghost eyes that were originally open suddenly closed at this moment. Even the face of Yang Jian printed on the newspaper couldn't help but feel his eyelids twitch.

“You are a very good fighter, but you still have to be wiped out in front of Zhang Dong.”

Yang Jian certainly knew what was happening here. He had to leave here as soon as possible while the captain still had a breath left, otherwise Zhang Dong would be the next one to eliminate him.

"Yang Jian, don't resist my ghost."

Cao Yang's voice came from the patio, and then Yang Jian felt a sense of relief all over his body. This was not a psychological relief, but he actually felt like he was floating up.

"Did a supernatural force change gravity?"

Yang Jian reacted quickly, because at this time he could no longer feel the existence of gravity, as if he was an astronaut in space.

"Let me float out from the exact location of the patio."

Yang Jian made another wish, this wish didn't even involve the supernatural, and the cost was minimal.

During this short period of time, Zhang Dong waved his hand again, and the captain's body was already extremely damaged, with only a rotten head and a completely shapeless and fragmented upper body left. It even lost the strength to drag itself.

With each wave of his hand, the captain's traces in reality became fewer and fewer. In the end, only one old and rough object was left that was not erased. It was a wooden rudder. Some parts had already decayed, but it still gave off a cold breath.

The captain was completely gone, and Zhang Dong's target had also changed. Yang Jian, who was gradually rising, suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"Are you kidding me?! You killed the captain just like that?"

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed. He had nothing in his hands that could withstand Zhang Dong's attack. He could only rely on Cao Yang.

Cao Yang reacted and directly opened the cargo box full of evil spirits. Suddenly, cold and twisted figures began to pour into the ancient house from the patio like rain.

Two minutes later, Yang Jian safely escaped from the ancient house through the patio.

"Leave using Ghost Lake."

Before entering the ancient house, Cao Yang had already thought of a way out. Under normal circumstances, the five-layer ghost den can indeed break the boundary between the supernatural and reality, but this is an ancient house. Except for the existence of ghost buses and ghost ships, other means cannot be used to forcibly escape.

"it is good."

Yang Jian didn't waste any time and immediately connected to the part of the ghost lake that he was controlling and returned to the real Dazhou City with Cao Yang.

"The number of ghosts has decreased a lot, and the kings are gone."

Yang Jian glanced around with his ghost eyes. Except for the captains who were scattered around to deal with the evil spirits, there was no trace of the kings.

"Hahahaha, all captains will be trampled under the feet of me, Ye!"

At this time, Ye Zhen's voice suddenly sounded, and then a crack suddenly appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes, and then Ye Zhen holding a bronze sword appeared in front of Yang Jian and Cao Yang with a fragmented body. Obviously, the captain had been killed by Ye Zhen, although he also had several hideous wounds on his body, but this did not affect the final result.

"I've said it before, I'm enough to deal with him. Xiao Cao, Xiao Yang, you don't have to be envious. Although there is a gap between us, you are still young after all, and there is a lot of room for improvement. It is not impossible for you to surpass me in the future."

Seeing that Ye Zhen was going to continue talking, Cao Yang and Yang Jian tacitly opened their ghost dens and disappeared from the spot, and in the blink of an eye they appeared near the dilapidated ghost ship.

"Mr. Qin?"

They were very close to the ghost ship, which was the limit of what the ghost could reach. Cao Yang and Yang Jian had already seen the old man standing on the deck, who was none other than Old Qin.

At this time, Old Qin had his back to them. He was just standing there, but he had an inexplicable sense of oppression, as if he was facing a ghost as terrifying as the captain.

"You shouldn't have come. I don't have much time left to stay conscious."

Qin Lao's voice was a little old, and it was hoarse and sharp. He used his rotten palm to lean on the cane that he had almost never let go of in the second half of his life, and used this cane to support the lifeless body that looked like a ghost.

"Don't you have anything to say? Even if it's a last word, you've been in charge of the country and the headquarters for so long."

Cao Yang said.

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Old Qin turned around slowly, revealing his half-rotten old face. Although he had a relieved smile on his face, people could not feel a trace of relief, but only inexplicable fear and horror.

"There is nothing more to say. I shouldn't have interfered too much in this era that belongs to you. While there is still some time, you can release the evil spirits in the Ghost Lake. I will take them all away."

Old Qin didn't say much. His eyes just glanced at Cao Yang and Yang Jian for a few seconds before looking away.

Yang Jian seemed to have something to say, but he held it back when the words came to his lips, because in his understanding, these old guys in the Republic of China liked to hide things, and even if he asked, he might not get an answer.

"I know what you want to ask. But my prediction only applies to my own future and cannot be directed at others. As for the ghost ship, it is a catastrophe that does not belong to this era, so it must be solved by someone like me who does not belong to this era."

"Let's go to Whitewater Town. Satan and the kings haven't left yet. Let's put an end to all this there."

Old Qin said one last sentence, then turned his back, obviously not going to answer anymore.

Cao Yang and Yang Jian stopped talking, and just opened the ghost lake they controlled, desperately releasing the evil spirits in the lake. After being freed from the restrictions, these ghosts did not leave or disappear, but as if guided by something, they all numbly boarded the shaky ghost ship.

About ten minutes later, Cao Yang's blood lake and Yang Jian's ghost lake were both emptied, but Cao Yang also caught some terrifying ghosts and put them in the cargo box. After all, some of them were lost in the ancient house before, and the use of the carrying pole to superimpose supernatural powers in the future might be discounted.

The ghost ship left, and Old Qin became the new captain, driving the ship full of evil spirits towards an unknown direction.

"If I remember correctly, Wang Shanshan also went to Baishui Town. If the kings also went to Baishui Town, it would be dangerous."

Yang Jian was thinking at this time, but suddenly he heard Old Qin's voice again, and this voice appeared directly in his mind. Old Qin seemed to be calling his name, but the tone did not sound exactly the same.

The ghost eye opened and superimposed to the fifth layer. The rich red light dispelled a small part of the mist. Yang Jian vaguely saw a smile on Qin Lao's face, whose flesh had peeled off and was completely rotten, behind the dim glass.

"The moment people in the world call out your name, it will mark the end of the era of the supernatural. Although you have taken a different path, you will carry all living beings in the shadows in this life."

A low whisper echoed in the cab, but at this time Yang Jian and Cao Yang could not hear Qin Lao's last words.

Yang Jian and Cao Yang were standing on the Ghost Lake at this moment, watching the old and damaged ghost ship not far away gradually go away.

Soon, the ghost ship completely disappeared in Dazhou City and left the real world. Even if Yang Jian superimposed multiple layers of ghost eyes, he could no longer observe it.

In a mysterious place filled with mist and rolling blue sea, the shadow of the ghost ship appeared again, but in the direction of the ship's movement, there were many thick and black grave soils. The grave soils gave off an unpleasant stench, as if it was formed when corpses and flesh rotted and soaked into the soil.

Just when the ghost ship was about to break away from the sea and run aground on the dirt road, a strong red light invaded forcefully, dispersing the mist, and even the dirt retreated on its own, making way for a wide enough road.

The red light was very rich and bright, as if even this mysterious land was stained with a layer of scarlet blood. In the blurry red light, there seemed to be a figure appearing on the deck of the ghost ship, standing side by side with Old Qin's hunched body.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lao Qin, but you can't die. If you die too, I will be the only one left in this world, and the next era will be completely over."

The figure made a melancholy sound, seeming a little sad.

He casually raised his hand, and the red light around him flickered. After a moment, the red light formed a tall human silhouette, which stood on the other side of Old Qin. Three people of different shapes stood side by side at this moment. The scene was very strange.
(End of this chapter)