Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 459: The Final Battle at Baishui Town (1)

The Yellow Springs Road naturally could not trap Cao Yang. Those copied captains had no power to fight back in front of him. The Blood Lake alone had screened out most of them, leaving only "Yang Jian" and "Wang Cha Ling" who could barely resist this erosion.

However, when he was about to cut off the dead souls and leave the Yellow Springs Road, a red light that was so dense that it was almost liquefied and dripping appeared. The red light blocked Cao Yang's sight, and that "Yang Jian" was gradually eroded and swallowed by the red light.

After a moment, the red light faded, and the copied Wang Cha Ling had disappeared. Only "Yang Jian" was still standing there, emitting a cold aura from his whole body, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

"Wait here, there's no need to rush."

Suddenly, "Yang Jian" started to speak, and at the same time, between his eyebrows, a scarlet ghost eye was restlessly spying on this strange world.

"Why are you here? According to common sense, you should not interfere with reality. At least, you will not intervene before Yang Jian reaches your level."

Cao Yang shrugged. After the red light appeared, all the ghosts around him disappeared, as if they were sent to a deeper level of the underworld.

"White Water Town is a disaster that he must go through."

"Yang Jian" said.

"As compensation, I can answer some questions for you."

"If I wasn't here, they might not have won those kings. Don't you care even if many people died?"

Cao Yang asked.

"Even if you are here, you can't win. Hortis is a relic of the last era. His status abroad is similar to that of Lao Qin. Do you think seven or eight captains working together can kill people like Lao Qin and Luo Wensong?"

Yang Jian asked back.

"Well, let's talk about Mr. Qin's diary first."

"Old Qin is the first person in this world who knows the future. When he was young, he was full of vigor and vitality, and he started an era by himself. So strictly speaking, you should be the fourth generation of the supernatural circle. The old people headed by Zhang Dong are the first generation, Old Qin is the second generation, and Yang Xiaotian, Zhang Xianguang and others are the third generation."

"As written in the diary, Lao Qin's medium is the land, and so is his ghost den. Some terrifying ghosts were suppressed underground along with the ghost den. Over time, a spiritual land was formed. Each spiritual land is connected by a fierce ghost road, and the role of the ghost bus is to send some ghosts that escaped from the spiritual land back to their original place."

"You were not a good person in your previous reincarnations, but that doesn't matter. In this hopeless world, there are no absolute good or bad people. Only those who survive are qualified to write history."

Yang Jian got a bottle of Coke from somewhere and drank it happily while explaining to Cao Yang.

"That old Qin..."

"Of course he is not dead. If Lao Qin dies, it means that all the spiritual places he suppressed will be out of control at the same time. At that time, the world will truly be like a prison."

Yang Jian raised his hand, and a picture appeared in Cao Yang's sight: it was a mysterious place with only a lonely statue, half of which was buried in the soil and the other half was exposed to the air.

"Old Qin can't die, at least not now. I used some special means to keep his consciousness alive. As long as he doesn't lose control, it'll be fine. It's cruel, but I have to do it."

On the other side, the six captains were also going deeper along this road. This was a road with no end in sight and there was only one direction to go, so Hortis must be in a deeper place.

"Wait, something's wrong."

Yang Jian opened his six ghost eyes and observed the surroundings without leaving any blind spots. The light around him had dimmed at some point, and the ink-like black color was quickly staining the air, as if to block out all the light.

"You filthy villain, you actually dared to launch a sneak attack!"

Ye Zhen shouted angrily and swung the bronze sword in his hand behind him. The sound of metal collision exploded in his ears. It was obvious that someone was taking advantage of the darkness to attack him.

"How about choosing this as your burial place?" Hortis' voice sounded. Here his ghost den was not disturbed or restricted at all, or maybe his ghost den was so strong that it could still be so terrifying even after being restricted.

"Old thing, today I, Ye, will chop off your head!"

Ye Zhen was furious. Even though the darkness blocked his vision, it did not affect his ability to judge the other party's position.

"If you want to deal with adults, you'd better get past me first."

A cold voice echoed in the ghost den, accompanied by the crisp sound of iron chains twitching. It was obvious that the king, code-named the warden, had set his sights on Ye Zhen.

"It's you again. If that's the case, I'm going to kill you this time."

In the darkness, Ye Zhen was already fighting with the warden. Both of them had supernatural weapons and made quite a noise for a while.

"Stay together, don't disperse."

Yang Jian tried to peek with his ghost eyes, but he couldn't see through the darkness.

"Hotis's den of evil is not simple, be careful to resist this erosion."

The ghost spread, and Yang Jian tried to find the other party's trace and drag it into the projection world, but the kings seemed to deliberately avoid Yang Jian and specifically chose other captains to attack.

"Captain, be careful!"

Li Yang sensed the danger and tried to warn Yang Jian, but the next second a ghost hand covered with twisted hair suddenly stretched out from the darkness and dragged him into the darkness and disappeared.

"Captain Yang, we have plenty of time to play slowly, but I don't know if your friends can handle it."

Hortis's voice sounded again, but his position could not be locked no matter what. Even if Yang Jian used the wishing power, the spear just kept swinging in place and would not fly out to lock onto the target like before.

After he finished speaking, the sound of a piano suddenly rang out in the darkness. The music played sounded empty and strange, somewhat similar to the melody of the music box echoing in Yang Jian's mind.

As time passed, the frequency of the music gradually became faster, and it gradually no longer sounded like a song. Instead, it sounded like a strange noise, so sharp and piercing that it made people feel as if their heads were about to explode.

"I'll go get him."

Shen Lin picked up an axe and prepared to kill the pianist.

"Captain Shen, we've played this game so many times. Let's give you a more interesting opponent this time."

The pianist's faint voice was heard, and judging from his tone, it seemed that they had made a different plan this time.

The next moment, Shen Lin found himself being pulled into a gloomy manor. There were many human skin scarecrows nearby staring at him with deadly and horrified eyes.

"Third generation of the Wang family, I'm here to play with you this time."

A dull voice sounded, and at the same time, a dark red bone spear rushed out from the darkness. The bone spear was very fast, and Wang Chaling was pierced through the chest before he could react. Wang Chaling's mother was also temporarily separated from him because of the law of death carried by the bone spear.

"I might as well tell you that my ghost cave is a one-way isolation. The kings can easily lock your position outside the ghost cave, but you can't even identify the direction inside the ghost cave."

Hotis showed up, and at this point he didn't mind taking the initiative to talk about some of his abilities, because there was no doubt that this was the final fight, and no matter how many cards he had, they would all be used up here.

(End of this chapter)