Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 477 The Ending Battle (7)

"Yes, this is the God's perspective. I can feel that there is a special connection between me and the fake world that all of them live in. However, this connection is not that close. I can only witness everything in a form similar to the will of heaven in novels."

"The supernatural powers of the memory world and the mummy ghosts are fighting against each other, but at the same time they are merging with each other. But I am not just a simple memory ghost. I have also inherited the supernatural power of the ghost peddler at the consciousness level, and I can still use the supernatural power of the unsolvable forced transaction."

Cao Yang's mind moved, and the rules of the transaction were activated.

"Follow my consciousness, and use my own ghost body as a price to exchange for my successful control of the mummy ghost."

It was easy to make a choice. As long as he could control the mummy, the ghost body would not be a problem at all, so Cao Yang did not hesitate at all.

"The deal failed?"

"No, it's because the chips are not enough. The costs of the two parties to the transaction are not equal. The scale is unbalanced."

Cao Yang was a little surprised. In the past, he had been able to force transactions by using the small-risk-big-win strategy, but it didn't work this time. This meant that the horror of the mummy ghost had exceeded the upper limit of the small-risk-big-win transaction mechanism.

"Then forget about them all. I'll use the big to fight the small. With the ghost body, the ghost memory, and the ghost peddler, I don't believe I can't beat a dried corpse like you who is dormant in a mysterious place."

The next moment, an unprecedented huge transaction was truly launched.

"These old guys are so powerful!"

Yang Jian's face showed a look of great fear.

Just now, the ghost bus appeared out of nowhere and knocked him out directly. Even the ghost figure that was completing the puzzle seemed to be on the verge of freezing.

A strong red light flashed, and Yang Jian used the Ghost Den to restart himself, but the feeling of pain all over the body still existed.

"You've lost your humanity at such a young age. Fortunately, we old guys are still alive. It's a rare opportunity for us to meet today, so let's do something for this world one last time, starting with erasing a young man like you."

The ghost bus stopped by the roadside. Old Qin got off the bus and spoke slowly.

"If you were alone, I'm afraid it wouldn't be enough. You knew that the ghost bus couldn't kill me, but you still made this choice. The only explanation is that you wanted to take this opportunity to send someone to me and block all my escape routes as much as possible to ensure that you can kill me."

Yang Jian's body was wrapped in red light. Even when talking, he still chose to hide in his own den.

"That's a good analysis, but I'm sorry to tell you that you have to die today. As for my helpers, wait until you beat me first. You have to play your cards one by one, and young people should learn to hold back their edge."

Mr. Qin responded without changing his expression.

"You, an old fellow who has mastered restart and precognition, think you can stop me?"

"Again, let Zhang Dong come."

While speaking, Yang Jian had already taken action.

The dark and thick shadow on the ground spread instantly, and Old Qin's medium emerged. The tall ghost figure raised the hatchet and chopped the medium into several pieces. At the same time, countless ghost hands climbed onto Old Qin's body, trying to destroy the old man's life.

Qin Lao was an old man, and the moment the shadow spread to his feet, this death curse had been triggered. But it was impossible to kill him, and the gathering shadow was becoming lighter and lighter at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even showed signs of shrinking back.

Not only that, the curse of the hatchet was avoided by Old Qin by restarting it the moment it broke out, and it did not cause any damage at all.

"I want to see how many times you can restart."

Yang Jian had a cold face and kept chopping at Qin Lao's medium.

Old Qin frowned slightly, took a step back, then picked up the cane in his hand and smashed it hard to the ground.

Suddenly, a big hole appeared on the ground covered by black shadows, as if a part of it had been dug out.

"Old Qin, fighting and killing is not your strong point after all. Let us two old guys do it." Suddenly, accompanied by a hoarse and cold voice, Yang Jian suddenly felt his body invaded by a terrible spiritual power. The ground originally occupied by the ghost was also rapidly eroded by the smelly and black grave soil.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

At the same time, a dull and suppressed knock on the door rang in Yang Jian's ears. The surrounding environment suddenly became dark, and the nearby buildings turned into old wooden doors. The light flickered, like a light bulb with a disturbed circuit.

"This is."

Yang Jian retracted the ghost shadow. He recognized the source of this supernatural power, which was Luo Wensong from the Ghost Post Office and Luo Qian from the Endless Cemetery.

"Haha, then I'll also come out to meet this young man who has caused a sensation in the paranormal community."

Another woman's voice sounded, and it sounded very young.

"Let Zhang Dong come? That's really bold. I want to see it too."

Then came the voice of an old woman that sounded a little spooky.

"Of course I have to deal with this kind of thing. I haven't seen any new talent in that hotel for a long time. A bunch of useless guys have died hundreds or thousands of times and still don't know how to do it."

Then came a strong and steady male voice.

"Look at this kid's methods, why are they so similar to mine?"

The man had not yet shown up, but he was mumbling in what he thought was a very low voice, but in fact everyone could hear it clearly.

"We old guys haven't seen each other for a long time. After you get rid of this young man, let me see if you have any underlying illness. I'll treat you and maybe you can live a few more years."

Then came a hoarse and dry voice, sounding like that of an old man in his twilight years.

"You should keep your tricks to yourself. If a young man with potential wants to meet me, I won't be able to turn him down."

The last voice that came out was a majestic voice, which sounded a bit heart-pounding and suffocating.

"Since you are all here, come out and meet each other."

Yang Jian's face remained calm because he had already prepared for the worst and this situation was expected.

Then, seven figures walked out of the ghost bus one after another.

Wearing a red cheongsam and high heels, Zhang Youhong is slim and graceful, and can be described as the most beautiful woman in the world.

Meng Xiaodong is very old and looks kind, but he actually harbors a sinister and murderous intent.

Luo Wensong, wearing a retro black gown and with a wrinkled face, looks fierce and ruthless.

The soil in the grave was surging, and the smell was rotten, just like Luo Qian who was dead.

Li Qingzhi is tall and strong, holding a hatchet.

Zhang Bohua was hunched over and coughing as if he was seriously ill.

The last one is Zhang Dong, who is wearing a black Zhongshan suit, has an upright posture and looks intimidating without even getting angry.

"What a big deal. Zhang Dong is the leader of a seven-member team that is considered the strongest in the Republic of China, plus Qin Lao who has mastered foresight and range restart. In front of this kind of configuration, I, who has just entered the supernatural circle for a year, am no different from a toy to you."

(End of this chapter)