Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 485: Fengdu is a place with a story

"Fengdu, a ghost town."

Cao Yang appeared near the county town. Everything seemed normal here. There were no signs of supernatural places invading reality, and there were few evil spirits causing supernatural events.

"I never thought that Liu San could take over an entire spiritual land as his trump card, but he probably hasn't been able to fully master it yet, otherwise he wouldn't have been forced to that point by the general."

While thinking, Cao Yang directly broke the boundary between the supernatural and reality, and a dark and silent county town suddenly appeared in his sight.

The street lights are on in the small town, and some shop signs also have lights on. The streets are clean and tidy, and there is no weeds. It is obviously well maintained. The entire town is built and decorated in the 1990s style, which seems to be somewhat out of tune with today's highly modernized society.

"Go in and have a look."

With a flash of his body, Cao Yang had entered this old-fashioned ghost town.

“Bang—bang—!”

A dull sound was heard in the cold and silent county town, as if someone was hitting a ball in a very rhythmic way.

"Ghost ball?"

Cao Yang followed the sound towards a certain direction of the county town and soon found the source of the ball-bouncing sound.

It was a pavilion located next to the building. Its antique symmetrical design was quite beautiful and in line with the aesthetic standards of Chinese people.

However, a blurry and distorted figure emerged in the pavilion. It seemed to be a person with a middle-parted hair, a black cloth shirt on the upper body and grey overalls on the lower body. It looked incoherent, weird and absurd.

It was that figure that was hitting the ball, as if tirelessly. The dull sound seemed particularly eerie in the dead silent county town.

"Ghost? Or some kind of paranormal phenomenon?"

The ghost wind suddenly blew up, and the cold wind mixed with the stench of corpses did not affect the figure at all. He seemed to not exist in reality, just patting the ball in his hand.

Suddenly, many balloons rolled out from the shadows in all directions. The balls were a dull gray-brown color without any lines on them. Instead, they had some hair growing on them. They did not look like balls at all, but rather dead people's heads.

Cao Yang said nothing, and a blood lake suddenly emerged from under his feet. The balls sank directly into the blood lake before they got close, and could not cause any impact at all.

But this was not the end. The figure under the pavilion suddenly changed his posture. He threw away the ball in his hand, turned his back to Cao Yang, shrugged his right shoulder, and shook his entire back.

As soon as he assumed that posture, densely packed figures instantly emerged above the blood lake. They all made the same movements, shrugging their shoulders and continuously moving closer to Cao Yang.

"It can isolate itself from the influence of the blood lake. It seems that it is indeed a ghost that does not exist in reality."

A strange melody rang in Cao Yang's ears. It sounded like someone was singing, but it was incoherent. It made people feel very uncomfortable, and even a nameless anger rose in his heart.

"I found a way to deal with you."

In Cao Yang's mind, the false world is running in complete sync with the real world, but everything in the false world revolves around Cao Yang. He has countless ways to test the rules of this ghost, and can try and error at will until he finds the correct solution to deal with this ghost.

"Actions in unison, invading reality."

Cao Yang imitated the figure's posture and movements and shrugged his shoulders. The figure gradually became more solid and the distance between the two became closer and closer. It seemed that the evil spirit was about to invade Cao Yang's body.

"It is indeed difficult to deal with idealistic evil spirits that do not exist in reality, but it is easier to deal with if they are controlled by someone."

Cao Yang directly abandoned this body and actively let the evil spirit invade, because when the evil spirit completely invaded, it also meant that it appeared in reality and could be imprisoned. In the blood lake, a pale hand instantly grabbed the ankle of this body and dragged it into the lake to sink completely.

"Without Liu San's care, this county is indeed out of control. Any ghost that appears is of idealistic level."

Through the temptation of the false world, Cao Yang already knew the rules of this ghost:

It does not exist in reality. The ball contains a fatal curse. Shrugging the shoulder can even affect and isolate ghosts, and being touched by the shoulder will trigger a fatal attack.

Two kinds of fatal attacks, one is a supernatural attack against ghosts. If it were to happen outside, it would be an A-level incident. As the captain of the inspection team, Cao Yang would naturally not allow ghosts of this level to appear in reality.

"We have to speed up the process."

At the wide intersection, under the dim street lights, there was an old copper basin filled with paper ashes and some unburned yellow paper. It seemed that someone had been offering sacrifices to the dead at this intersection not long ago.

"found it."

Although there was still some distance between them, Cao Yang had already discovered the copper basin, and it was obviously what Liu San wanted.

"The yellow paper that can silence consciousness is indeed a very scary supernatural object."

Cao Yang did not approach rashly, but opened the blood lake and tried to submerge the copper basin directly into it. However, when the blood approached, flames suddenly appeared in the originally quiet copper basin. At the same time, a gust of cold wind blew, and countless paper ashes flew all over the sky.

"No, there isn't that much paper ash in the copper basin."

What was flying in the air was not paper ashes, but yellow paper with intricate and strange patterns painted on it. Even after falling on the blood lake, it did not get soaked immediately, but instead stuck to the water surface like a dog-skin plaster.

The hands that stretched out from the water suddenly became stiff and mechanical as if they were electrocuted the moment the yellow paper touched them, and sank straight down.

"Can you even suppress ghosts?"

Yellow paper rained down from the sky, and a strange knocking sound was heard. A figure covered in black paper ash was vaguely standing next to the copper basin. It walked on the road paved with yellow paper and approached Cao Yang step by step.

With every step he took, a blurry figure would appear behind him. The faces of those figures were covered with yellow paper, hiding their facial features and faces. There was no doubt that these were real evil spirits.

"It's horribly vicious."

With just one glance, Cao Yang judged the level of the ghost.

"There is a story about Fengdu Ghost City."

Yellow papers kept falling from the sky, and actually paved a path on the blood lake for the evil ghost to walk on.

A cold ghost wind suddenly blew up, and the yellow paper in the air was blown away, but it could not cause any effect on the ghost. It still walked towards Cao Yang with stiff steps.

The next moment, the strong wind stopped abruptly, the flying yellow paper disappeared in an instant, and the wide intersection also faded in an instant, leaving only gray and white in the whole world.

The surging blood lake, the road paved with yellow paper, everything seemed to have never existed, but Cao Yang had already appeared next to the copper basin.

He bent down, stretched out his hand, and picked up the copper basin filled with paper ashes. There was no supernatural phenomenon, and it seemed so natural.

"withdraw."

(End of this chapter)