Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 488: Guigu Eryan, tradition and reform go hand in hand
"From the code name alone, Ghost Mound should be a place to bury evil spirits, but the supernatural world already has an endless cemetery where Luo Qian is in charge, so there is no need to create another similar supernatural place."

"So, the ghost mound is probably designed specifically for a certain ghost, and that ghost is definitely terrifyingly fierce, and it might be related to the Republic of China."

In the false world, Litang was being swept by a cold and gale. Wherever the cold wind passed, the ghosts had nowhere to hide.

"found it."

There must be something strange in a place that even ghosts cannot penetrate. Cao Yang quickly locked on a location.

It was a dead silent valley. Although the outside was full of vitality and lush greenery, the depths of the valley was barren and filled with an atmosphere of decay and desolation.

There was no grass or trees growing, and the ground was bare, revealing large patches of blackened soil, mixed with the faint stench of rotting corpses.

As soon as he entered the valley, Cao Yang suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of closure and depression, as if something covered the entire mountain, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

"As expected, Guifeng was suppressed again."

The cold and gale suddenly stopped and subsided after entering the valley. Instead, a slightly scorching hot wind continued to pour out from the depths of the valley, as if someone was burning something at the source.

Cao Yang quickened his pace and walked deeper into the valley. However, the further he went, the narrower the mountain road became. The dead trees on both sides were completely twisted, and the bark and branches were a dead gray color, as if they were covered with a layer of cement.

"These two captains are better at finding places than each other. Liu San trapped himself in the Yin House, and Li Leping went to the Ghost Valley alone. Who knows what will happen."

Strangely enough, when Cao Yang opened the ghost den to screen Litang, he did not find any ghost riders. The person in charge, code-named Ding Yu, did not seem to be in the county town, so it was hard to say whether he had also gone deep into the valley.

“Tap, tap, tap—!”

Suddenly, a heavy sound of footsteps was heard on the narrow mountain road. It was not difficult to judge from the sound that the source was not far behind Cao Yang, and was still approaching Cao Yang.

"Let's explore the area ahead later--!"

Suddenly, a hoarse and low voice came into Cao Yang's ears, and a cold and thin hand was placed on his shoulder. The hand was very thin, without much flesh and blood, and even covered with bruises.

"Go away!"

With an angry shout, Cao Yang swung out with a carrying pole without even turning around, and then a thin and hunched figure was knocked away.

"Let's explore the area ahead later--!"

It was a corpse that had been dead for a long time, but the appearance of the corpse was very strange, dry, black, and dull in color, as if all the water had been drained out. There were also many blackened marks on the surface of the corpse.

Even after being hit by the carrying pole, the corpse continued to mechanically repeat the sentence and did not fall silent.

"A shoulder pole without a cargo box attached to it is not really top-notch. It can't even silence a ghost."

Cao Yang walked up to examine the corpse. It was very ordinary, with nothing special about it except that it was contaminated with some supernatural elements. In other words, this was not a real ghost, but a supernatural derivative similar to a ghost slave.

"A living person who died here?"

The body had completely lost its moisture, and the facial features on its hideous, mummy face were all distorted and deformed, making it impossible to confirm the person's identity.

"The body has a strong smell of smoke. This is not ordinary smoke, but ghost smoke. However, Ding Zhen and Li Leping have similar supernatural powers, so there is no way to confirm who did it." "The body repeated a sentence. It seems that this is the starting point to prevent me from entering the deepest part of the valley, so the answer is hidden there."

Cao Yang threw the corpse aside. The dead cannot be resurrected. If he knew the identity, he would not mind letting this person in the false world invade the reality and live a new life. Unfortunately, the corpse was destroyed beyond recognition by the supernatural, and even Cao Yang was powerless to do anything.

At this time, a burst of white smoke suddenly poured in from the narrowest place at the end of the mountain road. The white smoke was not thick, but it was extremely pungent. Even if you inhaled a little bit, you would feel a sharp pain, as if it was burning, and you would feel a serious feeling of suffocation due to lack of oxygen.

"This is not Li Leping's ghost smoke."

During the National War, Cao Yang had personally witnessed Li Leping's den of evil, whose smoke was a gray-black haze, like the smoke coming out of a chimney, with a burnt odor.

"So this is Ding Zhen's ghost smoke, but why did it appear at this time?"

"Did he encounter a fierce ghost? Or has the fierce ghost revived?"

A blood lake emerged, and the scarlet water invaded in the direction of the white smoke.

Soon, Cao Yang came to a strange place where there were many pitch-black stones. These stones seemed to be placed according to a certain layout. Not far away, there was a building made entirely of stones. At first glance, it looked like a huge altar.

"hiss--!"

Cao Yang recalled some backward and terrible customs in the snowy area. It was common to use human skin as drumheads and human bones as walking sticks, and human sacrifice had been a practice since ancient times.

There were two figures in front of the altar, both of them looked young men. One of them was riding a horse, wearing ethnic clothing, with an innocent smile on his face. The man opposite him was not very old, about 20 years old, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking a bit ruffian, and a lingering black smoke was also around him.

Obviously, these two men are ghost riders, and Cao Yang has recognized that the one riding the horse with an innocent smile on his face is Ding Yu, the person in charge of Litang.

"It's not Li Leping. There is actually someone other than Ding Zhen who can find this damn place."

Cao Yang frowned. Litang was already remote enough. The person who could find the ghost tomb must have a special source of information. This was very intriguing.

The spread of the blood lake slowed down, and Cao Yang hid in the blood lake, ready to spy on the two people's behavior.

On horseback, Ding Yu spoke incoherently, but judging from his expression, it was obviously not a good thing to say.

"Wang Yuan, didn't you ask around before you came here?"

The man called Wang Yuan showed a disdainful smile on his face. He took a deep puff of his cigarette, then blew out smoke rings happily, and then said:
"A young man in fine clothes and riding a vigorous horse, who doesn't know the King of Litang?"

"As for whether I am a low-level person or not, you can also go and ask around. I, Wang Yuan, have studied at the Ghost Control Headquarters abroad."

Wang Yuan threw the cigarette butt aside, his eyes full of provocation.

Ding Zhen suddenly felt unhappy, and he couldn't understand what Wang Yuan was saying. But he was not stupid, Wang Yuan was his mortal enemy, and if Wang Yuan was unhappy, he should laugh. But if he was unhappy, it would definitely be Wang Yuan's turn to laugh at him.

Even though he didn't know the answer, Ding Yan didn't want to make Wang Yuan feel comfortable.

(End of this chapter)