Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 468: The Final Battle at Baishui Town (10)

After an unknown amount of time, the strong winds gradually subsided and the captains' vision quickly returned to normal.

However, when they saw everything around them clearly, they all felt stunned and dazed at the same time.

In Dachang City, Yang Jian's expression was solemn because he found that he was not in the room of the wooden building at all, but was taken to an ordinary rental house.

The old computer, the cabinet with the portrait, the mottled wooden table, and the toilet with a bit of sewer smell
“This is the rental house I lived in when I was in high school.”

"Is it an illusion?"

This was Yang Jian’s first reaction, but when he began to examine himself, he found that all the supernatural powers existed and he was still a top ghost rider.

"The fact that there is no isolation of supernatural power means that this is not a dream or Cao Yang's memory world. Although we cannot rule out the possibility that there are ghosts in the supernatural circle that do not isolate supernatural power and pull people into a certain supernatural space, I am more inclined to believe that it was a trick of Hotis."

But Yang Jian remembered that he also saw the kings when his vision was distorted, so he was more convinced that all this was just an illusion created by the spirits.

The next moment, Yang Jian opened the ghost den, and his ghost eyes could spy on everything around him unscrupulously.

Wherever the ghost eye's sight reaches is the scope of the ghost den, which can easily cover an entire city. However, if it is an illusion or a supernatural phenomenon, the ghost eye's sight will definitely be disturbed and obstructed.

However, the facts were beyond Yang Jian's expectations. The ghost eye easily penetrated the walls and buildings and saw the scene outside, which was Dachang City.

"No, it's not the current Dachang City. It should be the Dachang City two or three years ago."

Through the perspective of the ghost eye, Yang Jian saw the Guanjiang Community, but this community was not as big as it is today, and the regional planning had only been barely made.

"When I first came into contact with supernatural events, Zhou Zheng said that it was impossible for someone to return from the future to the present or the past. The headquarters seemed to have conducted experiments of this kind. Moreover, no supernatural being in the supernatural circle can do this. Even if it is restarted alternately, it only changes a fixed area. The old man in Room 301 of Mingyue Community can only invade from the past."

Of course Yang Jian didn't believe what he saw, but even if he restarted himself it had no effect, he was still in this rental house that existed in the past.

Dahan City, Ghost Post Office.

Zhang Xianguang found himself back in time when he was still a messenger, and at this moment he was in a room in the Ghost Post Office.

"Hallucination?"

Zhang Xianguang pushed open the door, but it was night time and there were terrible ghosts wandering around in the ghost post office. The moment he pushed the door open, the ghost appeared at the door.

"Are you kidding me?!"

In Tai O City, He Yuelian returned to her small room, but she felt a slight headache. The red veil could protect the consciousness, but this did not seem to be a supernatural effect. It was more like a physiological and physical headache.

“This is Tai O City, but why can’t I remember anything?”

He Yuelian felt like she had lost her memory. Apart from Tai O City and her own name, she could not remember anything. She only knew that this was her room. However, there were several old oil paintings hanging on the walls of the room, which seemed somewhat out of place with the modern furniture.

"Maybe I should go out for a walk, maybe I can remember something."

Suddenly, paper ashes flew all over the sky. It seemed to be a subconscious reaction. The ghost cave of the ghost painting was opened, and He Yuelian's figure disappeared instantly.

Dadong City, Ning'an Building.

Wang Cha Ling sat on the sofa with a complicated expression. Behind him, the four ghosts of the first and second generations of the Wang family were still guarding him, but the ghosts were a little different from before. The originally gray and cold ghosts like portraits had regained the colors of living people. Their clothes and shoes became the same as those of normal people, and even their skin and flesh were returning to normal with the passage of time.

About thirty minutes later, the four dead souls all returned to their appearance before death. Although the two old men of the Wang family were old, they gave people a great sense of oppression. Wang Lu and his wife were in their middle age, and their eyes had a unique look that only living people have. In Daxia City, a brutal massacre was taking place in a certain community, and the initiator of this massacre was Shen Lin. The dark red ghost cave was opened, and the residents in the community could be heard screaming and wailing at all times.

"Although the memory is missing half of its supernatural power, there is no ghost that can play with memory in front of me."

Shen Lin started the massacre without hesitation. He knew very well how many people's memories of him had been consumed when he first became an alien, not to mention that he also met some old friends who had died long ago, which further strengthened his determination.

"If you want to trap me in the past, I'll kill everyone."

The current Shen Lin is no longer the person who relied on memory before, so he doesn’t care about the consumption of memory at all. What is more important right now is to escape from this false world.

In Dahai City, Ye Zhen found himself back to that day, the welfare home with a strong Republican-era architectural style. The golden sunlight sprinkled through the lush leaves, bringing a touch of warmth to Ye Zhen's cold body.

"This is."

Ye Zhen was stunned where he was, because he saw a bus stopped at the gate of the welfare home, and then more than twenty young men and women got off the bus. They were all college students, full of youth and enthusiasm.

Through the crowd, Ye Zhen saw a girl. The girl was petite, wearing a white floral dress. She was obviously a very cute girl, but she pouted as if she was angry.

"Really? I don't know where Ye Zhen ran off to again. He actually left me all alone."

The girl muttered to herself angrily, kicking away a small stone at her feet.

Suddenly, the girl seemed to see Ye Zhen, then she quickly put on an angry face and walked towards Ye Zhen quickly.

"Damn it! This guy actually arrived early."

"Hey, Ye Zhen, didn't you agree to accompany me? Why did you sneak here first?"

The girl's fist hit Ye Zhen's chest lightly. When the fist landed, it didn't feel flesh, but an extreme coldness and hardness, just like hitting a stone. The strange feeling made the girl quickly retract her arm as if she was electrocuted.

"What? Ye Zhen, where have you been fooling around again? Why are you so cold? Be careful not to catch a cold."

Obviously she was still angry in the last second, but in the next second, she showed a proud look. It seemed like complaining, but in fact, the concern between her words could not be hidden.

"Feng Sisi."

Ye Zhen was stunned. He stood there, calling the name softly.

The girl called Feng Sisi raised her head and looked at Ye Zhen with some confusion. That look made Ye Zhen suddenly understand again.

"what's wrong?"

Feng Sisi asked, tilting her head.

"Well, I'm telling you, I'm still angry."

Ye Zhen didn't say anything, but silently stretched out his hand to touch Feng Sisi's cheek. However, he retracted his hand halfway, fearing that the coldness of his hand would make her feel uncomfortable.

"Hey, Ye Zhen, what's wrong with you? Why can't you even speak?"

The confusion on Feng Sisi's face became even more intense, and she even wanted to reach out to see if Ye Zhen's brain was damaged by the fever.

(End of this chapter)