Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 92 Black Jade Wind Chime
The man and the ghost were in a stalemate for about two or three minutes, and the ghost peddler finally made a move. He stretched out his skinny and shriveled hand towards the delicate wind chimes that exuded an ominous aura.

The wind chime is bright black in color, made of translucent black jade and old talisman paper with strange patterns painted on it. Cao Yang is very sure that this is a powerful supernatural item, and even the sound made by shaking the wind chime seems to contain some kind of supernatural content.

"Would you like to give me this wind chime?"

Cao Yang observed calmly. In fact, it didn't matter what the ghost peddler gave. What mattered was to weaken the ghost peddler through the transaction. As long as the ghost peddler continued to deliver his own supernatural powers, it would only be a matter of time before Cao Yang replaced the ghost peddler.

However, it turned out that Cao Yang was a little too fanciful. The ghost peddler only took off about 1/3 of the wind chime and handed it to Cao Yang.

"Twelve small wind chimes, which means there are 36 wind chimes in this string."

"The number 36 seems to have some special meaning in the world of mysterious revival. Of course, it is also possible that the predecessors of the Republic of China simply chose this number, and its essence is not worth further investigation."

Cao Yang reached out and took the twelve small wind chimes. Since he was wearing golden gloves, he was not too worried about the possibility of curses on them.

The delicate black jade ball gave off a chilly touch, a chill that even the golden gloves could not completely block. The talisman papers were old and rough, and the material looked like the yellow paper burned for the dead in rural areas, with incomprehensible runes and patterns drawn on them.

"Are you kidding? The complete ancient corpse is as scary as the knocking ghost. It's a den of ghosts, and anyone who touches it will die. It also has a body-changing spirit. In the eyes of the ghost peddler, an A-level ghost is only worth twelve small wind chimes?"

Cao Yang felt a little bit unbelievable, and at the same time a little regretful that he had dismembered the inflatable ghost, otherwise he might have been able to exchange it for a whole string of wind chimes.

"Forget it. If I hadn't dismembered the ancient corpse, I might not even have survived."

Soon Cao Yang let it go, and put the wind chimes into a small container. Seeing Cao Yang accept the payment, the ghost peddler picked up the pole and the cargo box again. The horrible ghost distorted reality, and soon it disappeared from Cao Yang's sight.

"Is the wind chime also part of the ghost peddler's own supernatural power?"

Cao Yang suddenly reacted and realized that something seemed wrong.

"In the eyes of the ghost peddler, the value of the ancient corpse is equal to that of the twelve wind chimes, which means that the wind chimes are not low in function. However, as a supernatural item, there are some unknown costs in using the wind chimes."

The transaction was completed. Although the wind chime was not what Cao Yang wanted most, he also understood the principle of biting off more than he could chew. He did not stay here, but returned to the temporary command center as soon as possible.

In a five-story villa in Guanjiang Community, a pale young man stood by the window. He had a scarlet ghost eye on his forehead, and he was looking at the world restlessly.

The young man was Yang Jian. His eyes were fixed on a certain direction outside the window, looking eagerly, as if some great terror was brewing there.

"It seems that tomorrow's meeting will not be simple. My ghost eyes have sensed the danger and are forced to deploy. The power of the headquarters is much greater than I thought." "Is it a ghost, or a ghost rider? If it is a ghost rider, can a ghost rider who can use the ghost eyes to warn not even enter the ghost den of starving ghosts?"

Yang Jian had an expression of indifference on his face, but at the same time he was suspicious. But after a moment he left. There was no point in thinking about this. The powerful ghost riders all had their own things to do and their own cities to guard. It was understandable that they didn't come to help. The meeting was probably just to give face to the headquarters.

"There are always people who are better than you. There is no reason for a powerful ghost rider to take the huge unknown risk and participate in an unprecedented S-level event. Instead of being afraid of others, it is better to think about how to make further progress. At least my current physical problem has not been solved yet."

After leaving the forest park, Cao Yang returned quietly to the temporary command center. Of course, no one would question anything even if he came back in a swagger, but he didn't want his whereabouts to be noticed by others. There were countless ghost riders gathered in the command center, and there might be a madman among them.

The next day, the Dachang City Gymnasium was temporarily converted into a meeting place. Although there was still some time before the meeting started, many ghost riders had already arrived in advance. They all wanted to meet the powerful man in Dachang City who solved the S-level incident single-handedly.

"A lot of people."

Cao Yang sat low-key in a corner, holding a bottle of happy water. While drinking, he looked at the group of ghost riders in the venue with interest. At the same time, he also held a satellite phone in his hand because he was checking the files and information of these ghost riders one by one.

It must be said that the headquarters is indeed full of hidden talents. There are at least 20 to 30 ghost riders present, and at least 10 of them are unpredictable and even threatening to Cao Yang. However, Cao Yang also saw a few familiar faces: Li Jun and Zhong Shan, both of whom he had worked with before.

Of course, Wang Xiaoming was also present. After the two looked at each other, he just nodded and did not take the initiative to communicate.

"Zs City Director Tong Qian, Spiritual Child Xiong Wenwen, Da'an City Director Wen Zhong are here too... Dashen City Director Mo Qiuren, what an interesting name."

Cao Yang drank the happy water and carefully checked the information of this Mo Qiuren. It must be said that the resume of this city leader is quite impressive:
"He solved three B-level incidents on his own. He is one of the first people to join the headquarters. His qualifications are comparable to Feng Quan's."

"Oh? Mo Qiuren's father is also a ghost rider. Does he have a family inheritance like the Wang family? He was able to solve three B-level incidents and imprison the source ghosts by himself, and he is still alive and well. This Mo Qiuren is not simple. He must have controlled at least two ghosts, or even three ghosts or a ghost killer."

Cao Yang's sight fell on a middle-aged man who looked honest and simple in the crowd. He was Mo Qiuren, who looked to be in his early thirties. However, he exuded a cold aura. Although the signs of being eroded by evil spirits were not obvious, it seemed that due to his personality, no one around him would communicate with him, so he just sat on the chair alone, looking like he had no desires or ambitions.

"Real masters rarely show off their talents. Being low-key is their main theme."

Cao Yang gave this person a very high evaluation in his heart, but he had no intention of disturbing him. There was only one protagonist in this meeting, and that was Yang Jian.

Although there is a fool named Lin Long who creates some fun in the process, the whole process is nothing worth noting. Just be a quiet spectator.

(End of this chapter)