Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 224 Zhang Dong trapped in the strange lake

"Do you want to speed up the ghost eating? I have foreseen a corner of the future." He Yin'er looked up and looked into the distance. The wasteland outside the city was very vast. It was impossible to reach the end by walking or even turning on the ghost.

Ghost paintings are essentially composed of many oil paintings endowed with supernatural powers. If you want to get out of here, you can only invade it, or control an oil painting, and then leave from the source.

"How many ghosts are there in the ghost painting?" Yu Zhile asked a more critical question.

In his previous memory, he knew the number of ghosts in the ghost painting, but that was only in what they thought was a dream, and it was different here.

"Only one-third worse than the Endless Cemetery." He Yin'er compared it carefully and gave an accurate answer.

"It's not bad." Yu Zhile's eyes flickered slightly, "If nothing else happens, Ghost Lake has already begun to eat the ghosts in the cemetery. The eating speed will be very fast, but it will also anger Zhang Dong."

"So, the Endless Cemetery has not been completely eaten up, there is about half left."

He Yin'er's eyes brightened slightly, "So, after we eat the ghosts in the ghost paintings, the level of terror will be higher than hers."

Yu Zhile smiled and said, "Not only that, we can actually be twice as tall, or even more."

He Yin'er was slightly startled, with some confusion in her beautiful eyes, but soon she thought of the key.

"Are we going to hold a ghost wedding here? Will there be any accidents?" He Yin'er's eyes were full of expectations, but the expectations were far less than the worries.

"It's just incomplete, and it doesn't affect the progress of the ritual. We have almost everything we should have, and the rest can be added later."

Yu Zhile looked along He Yin'er's line of sight, passing by countless fierce ghosts swarming in, passing by the gloomy city, and saw the wilderness full of unknowns.

"The ghosts who have completed the ghost marriage are not comparable to the ghosts who are deceived by ghosts."

"Some things cannot be achieved by relying on terror."

Yu Zhile withdrew his gaze, and the ghost lake directly flooded the surroundings. Countless ghosts that touched the ghost lake were all submerged and then devoured at this moment.

The surface of the lake swayed gently, and the expectation in He Yin'er's eyes turned to satisfaction as she looked up at the sky. She said, "Okay, my little husband."

As soon as the words fell, the whole world, no... the entire ghost painting fell silent at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, something horrifying and strange happened, and strange oil paintings suddenly appeared in the sky.

In each oil painting, fierce ghosts began to walk out. The moment these ghosts walked out of the oil painting, they fell from the air and fell into the ghost lake that greeted them below.

The cold wind blew, paper dust swept into the sky, and the bride's skirt rustled, looking so delicate.

The world should be what I think it is, these two madmen, Yu Zhile and He Yin'er, have always thought this way.

As a result, in the ghost painting, the ghosts who were released into an S-class supernatural incident were devoured one by one.

And in the ghost lake, a ghost marriage is taking place.

Outside, a blind old man on crutches suddenly stopped intruding, his brows furrowed deeply.

"One step to get it right? The key to your victory is the ghost bride?"

The old man lowered his head in thought, and suddenly looked towards the outskirts of Dachang City. He was silent for a while, and then raised his hand in a feint, "In this case, I will help you!"

Outside Dachang City, the blood pool formed by bright red blood suddenly twisted at this moment, and then the blood began to disappear visibly to the naked eye.

In less than a moment, this was an S-class supernatural incident in the city. The blood pool formed by the resurgence of the ghost after the death of the ghost master disappeared, and only a large pit remained in the place to prove this. There are only traces of ghosts.

And in the true depths of the Endless Cemetery, a large blood-red tomb suddenly cracked, and the tombstone fell directly to the ground and began to weather.

Among the graves, a female corpse without clothes, with snow-white skin, no face, no hair, and no nails walked out of it.

The female corpse walked out of the grave, with a snow-white face and no facial features. She had no hair or nails. Her skin was brand new and as white as snow. Her body exuded a rotten smell that made the surrounding air thicker. The silent female corpse moved forward step by step, as if looking for something.

It walked out of the grave and walked towards the endless cemetery. Gradually, it disappeared into the darkness and disappeared.

"I'll give you the source, and I'll give you the ghost blood. You need to find the rest of the puzzle pieces yourself." The old man said calmly with his eyes narrowed.

No one answered, but the old man's expression relaxed, "Yes, but Zhang Dong must not die, at least not by the hands of that ghost!"

The old man's expression was cold, as if everything could be given up, but this matter was the only exception.

There was still no reply, but the old man seemed to have heard the answer, and his expression became more relaxed, "Okay, I will wait for you for seven days, and he can last for seven days."

The old man said no more, turned around and disappeared.

In Dajing City, Mr. Qin, who was originally worried, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "Did you agree? The result is not bad."

"Is seven days enough for him to grow to that point?"

"Do you need Zhang Xianguang to send over the rest of the puzzle pieces of the Ghost Bride?"

The old man asked this question, and then waited quietly. After a long time, he sighed and said nothing more.

In the ghost post office, Zhang Xianguang looked at an old woman standing at the door of the ghost post office with a sullen face.

He knew that when he tried to walk out of the ghost post office but was stopped, it meant that this matter had been taken over by the older generation.

"Aunt Meng, why?" Zhang Xianguang looked at the old woman with a complicated expression.

The old man was very old, with a wrinkled face and gray hair. He was wearing shabby linen clothes and carrying a wooden basket. The basket was covered by a rag, so it was difficult to see what was inside.

She stood at the door of the gloomy post office. The wooden basket shook slightly, as if something was trying to come out, making the wooden basket unable to stay quiet. The old man looked very tired, as if he had been walking for a long time...

"This is about your father, you can't be willful." The old man said tiredly.

Zhang Xianguang remained silent. He could already be someone else's grandfather. This was the first time he was taught not to be willful at this age.

But unfortunately, the person who said this was older than him, and he had no reason to refute.

"But he has already obtained the ghost paintings, ghost wedding clothes, ghost faces, ghost blood, and even the real body."

"My most critical plan is the ghost painting. Before, my friendship with him was only based on the premise that he would not touch the ghost painting, but now..."

Zhang Xianguang looked at the old man with a gloomy look. His plan had been ruined. It was absolutely impossible for Yu Zhile to control the ghost paintings to implement his so-called Taoyuan plan. The two of them were essentially the same, but their paths were different. He walked by brainstorming, while Yu Zhile walked by walking hundreds of miles alone!
The difference in the paths of two people is like one who separates the eggs and has hope if something goes wrong, while the other puts the eggs in one basket and everything ends with no hope.

To be honest, neither of them agreed with the other's plan.

"It's different." The old man shook her head. She looked at Zhang Xianguang with a little sadness in her eyes. "If it was before, your plan would have been OK because there was enough time to try and make mistakes, but now it's no longer possible. There's not enough time. There's nothing." Time gives people trial and error.”

"Xian Guang, you have to understand that once time comes to an end this time, everything will be over."

Zhang Xianguang frowned, "What do you mean?"

He didn't understand what the old man meant at all. What was the old man implying? Why is there no time?

The old man didn't speak clearly enough, and he didn't hear clearly enough.

Meng Xiaodong sighed, "We are now like a river without branches. When the river merges into the sea, it is the end of everything. There are only two results. There is no suspense. You may not understand, but I He understands Zhile, in short, even if Yu Zhile’s plan has many changes, it will still be much better than yours.”

Zhang Xianguang's hand clenched the rusty machete in his hand. He looked up at Meng Xiaodong, his eyes full of evil.

"Just because of that?"

"Is that why?" Meng Xiaodong narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous meaning in his eyes, "You don't understand the essence of the matter. I don't blame you, but you have to understand that this matter was decided by your father, not I."

Hearing the word father, Zhang Xianguang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Without saying anything, he turned around and went straight upstairs. The opened post office door slowly closed at this moment.

Meng Xiaodong was gradually isolated from the outside.

The old man said nothing, turned around and disappeared into the darkness. The rules of the ghost post office did not exist for her.

Endless graveyard.

Time passed, a few months ago.

"Since I exist in the future, it means that I will not be killed by you today. If this is the case, then why are you still fighting?"

"Is it just because of Luo Qian who was killed by me?"

The grave soil was flowing, and the woman in a white dress stood on the flowing grave in confusion, looking at the old man who was surrounded by darkness within three meters.

Zhang Dong stood in the dark world, looking out at the woman who called herself Hongli but was a ghost.

He was expressionless, "You understand very well that the future can be changed, and your existence is uncertain, which means that whether you are in the future or not depends on whether you are still alive now."

"Haha..." The woman in the white dress sneered, "I have already appeared in the future, and you actually say that I am uncertain?"

Zhang Dong's eyes were always calm, "You are wrong. Only by getting through today will your past be determined and your future be determined."

"Huh?" The woman in the white skirt didn't seem to understand what this meant. She didn't have this knowledge in her mind.

"The world has entered the final road. At this time, time has been fooled and deceived. The past is no longer eternal, the present is no longer the starting point of the future, and the future is no longer fixed. This is one of the reasons why you can go back to the past. "

"Your current strength is not enough to go back in time. Time is the main stream leading to the sea. It is extremely difficult to go upstream."

"But you, who have just gained wisdom, can go back to the past just by eating ghosts and living people from seven cities. Do you think it's possible?"

Zhang Dong walked forward slowly, and the flowing grave soil was wiped away the moment he approached the darkness.

The woman in the white dress frowned deeply as she listened to Zhang Dong's answer, "Something's wrong. Logically speaking, I should have knowledge in this field, but why can't I understand what you're saying now?"

Yu Zhile's memory is comprehensive and his logic is extremely perfect.

Yu Zhile is omnipotent, knows everything and is proficient in everything, but he shows the image of a fool.

"After all, it's just someone else's calculation. It's normal for you not to understand. The person who understands has never thought about letting you understand. What you are doing now has even been part of his calculation. There may be errors in the process, but the result Not bad at all.”

"It's a pity that you don't understand. If you understood, you wouldn't have rashly gone back to the past to eat ghosts." There was a little pity in Zhang Dong's eyes.

Even if this ghost possesses extremely high intelligence and has power no less than that of God, it is still one of the means used by someone to test whether this world is a dream.

At the same time, it is also helping that person understand the true nature of the world and confirming his conjectures.

"How pitiful..." Zhang Dong looked at the woman in the white dress sarcastically.

The woman in the white dress had a gloomy face, and an uncontrollable deathly silence filled her eyes. She was suddenly startled, "My wisdom..."

She suddenly became uneasy. Just now, she felt that her logic was being destroyed and some of her cognition was being lost.

It was as if she was turning into a ghost without intelligence again!
"You!" The woman in the white dress was suddenly startled, "You erased my logical cycle!"

Zhang Dong did not speak, but slowly walked towards the woman.

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, and she quickly restarted herself to restore what had been erased.

When the logic loop was restored due to the restart, she breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time she became deeply wary of the strongest country in the Republic of China.

"As expected of the strong man he admires most. If it weren't for the problem of lifespan, you might have solved the supernatural recovery long ago." The woman in the white dress began to retreat, and her body gradually turned into sand. In just the blink of an eye, the woman turned into A pool of grave soil merged into the flowing grave soil.

Zhang Dong didn't care at all about the woman's movements. She couldn't escape, and neither did he.

Looking up at the abnormally red sky, Zhang Dong felt helpless, "Boy, I hope you can come soon."

This time has been forcibly stripped away. If it is not stripped away, this ghost is likely to escape to a deeper time. The ghosts in time are not repeated. If a ghost-eating ghost from the future eats the past, an extremely terrifying one will be born. The presence.

"I can't erase this period of time for too long..." Zhang Dong has a clear understanding of his own strength. Even if he is the strongest in the Republic of China, he cannot erase it for too long.

His current behavior is tantamount to reaching into the river of time, firmly grasping the main thread of the river of time, and then forcibly pulling it away from the river.

This is provoking time. Even if the owner of time has been cut into pieces, time still cannot be provoked!
In the ghost painting, Yu Zhile looked at the distorted space and blinked slightly, "It seems that I was right. If you want to truly solve the supernatural recovery, you must stop time from creating branch lines."

"I finally know the reason for the endless supply of evil ghosts."

"The previous methods of imprisoning evil ghosts were really weird. Unfortunately, something went wrong..."

(End of this chapter)