Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 500: Road's Dead End
"Captain, I don't want to die, please help me."

Zhao Tong took out a satellite phone and called Cao Yang, because he knew Cao Yang would definitely have a solution.

"Control another ghost to establish balance, or find a way to kill the evil ghost?"

Cao Yang's response was also very straightforward. Neither method was difficult for him. The key was to see what Zhao Tong chose.

"It's frozen."

Zhao Tong said.

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Cao Yang's consciousness was directly invested in the false world, where he had unlimited trial and error costs and could completely find a reasonable and appropriate solution for Zhao Tong to kill the evil spirit.

"The balance of the three ghosts, Huitou Road, Ghost Yellow Mud, and Signpost, should be stable enough, but the fact is that Zhao Tong is now experiencing the problem of evil ghosts reviving."

In the false world, Cao Yang came to Daji City. Zhao Tong's condition was not very good. The three ghosts could only barely maintain a fragile balance. Any intervention of external force could cause him to die instantly.

"Perhaps one of the ghosts is too terrifying, making it impossible to achieve a balance with the other two ghosts."

Cao Yang broke into the ghost den of Huidao Road and forcibly pulled out the road sign that was stained with mud and hair. The road sign that indicated the direction was also a real ghost.
Cao Yang's action was tantamount to breaking Zhao Tong's spiritual balance, but he did not die, because he was carrying a broad, rough, old pole on his shoulders.

There is a cargo box hung on each end of the carrying pole. It is the existence of the carrying pole and the cargo box that forcibly suppresses the restlessness of the return road and the revival of the yellow mud road.

Then, Cao Yang took down the carrying pole, and the two ghosts suddenly became violently agitated. It was obvious that the more terrifying ghost was between the Huitou Road and the yellow mud road.

"Choose one of the two, but I prefer the yellow mud road, because the yellow mud road can bury some less terrifying ghosts. Maybe this short section of yellow mud road is connected to a mysterious place, just like the ghost blood, and now the mysterious place over there is out of control."

Cao Yang placed the carrying pole on Zhao Tong's shoulders again. The unsolvable balance brought by the carrying pole's horizontality once again forcibly suppressed the restlessness of the two revived ghosts.

“Dismember the yellow mud road, or try to deal with the hidden dangers of the yellow mud road?”

After witnessing what happened to Liu San from DQ City in the wasteland, Cao Yang felt more and more that the section of yellow mud road that Zhao Tong was driving on was just a piece of a puzzle. There must be other yellow mud roads in other places, such as the path at the back door of Zhangdong Ancient House that connected to the wasteland cemetery.

Cao Yang continued to go deeper along the winding path, and the sides of the path became darker and darker, as if gradually leading Cao Yang to a restricted area for living people that did not belong to reality.

"Yellow mud road."

Cao Yang's sight fell on the muddy road section in front of him that emitted a rotten and foul smell. This section of yellow mud road seemed to be boiling at this moment, and the mud in it kept rolling and surging, as if there was something terrible under the yellow mud trying to break free.

"There is indeed something."

On the dim road back, a cold and blurry figure appeared in the distance. The figure was terribly thin, and from a distance it looked like a lifeless old tree with all its branches and leaves cut off.

The skinny and slender ghost took stiff steps against the winding path, constantly approaching the yellow mud road, but its target was not the yellow mud road, but the yellow mud road.

Cao Yang on the other side.

"Will walking back along the same path trigger the ghost's killing pattern?" Cao Yang could certainly beat the ghost to death with a carrying pole, but he didn't do so because what he needed was to help Zhao Tong find a plan to kill the evil ghost, rather than simply using brute force to kill it.

"Of course, it's not impossible. With the suppression of the pole, he doesn't have to worry about revival. But the balance and freeze achieved with the help of external forces are ultimately no match for the conflict between the instincts and laws of the evil spirit."

An hour later, after countless simulations and trial and error, Cao Yang finally determined the right plan: place the signpost at the end of the yellow mud road that goes deeper into the return road, and at the same time turn the direction of the signpost so that it points to the corresponding reality.

"The direction of the return road is the opposite. With this feature, the source ghost of the return road is restricted by the conflict of two laws. At the same time, the yellow mud road is also restricted by this law. The three ghosts' spirits are fighting against each other. The first thing to crash must be the road sign. Then the yellow mud road and the return road will conflict again."

"It's not a perfect plan. We need to manually control the signpost, or find the guiding ghost and let it join this supernatural confrontation."

After regaining consciousness, Cao Yang went back to the headquarters to find Lu Zhiwen.

"These are all the files and intelligence on the Ghost Guidance incident kept by the headquarters."

Lu Zhiwen took out a file and handed it to Cao Yang.

"The ghost pointing the way incident happened at least two years ago. The possibility that the ghost is still there is almost zero. Wei Jing was the one who handled the incident and even brought back a signpost pointing the way."

"Thank you."

Cao Yang's figure disappeared instantly, and then he appeared at the place where the ghost-pointing incident occurred: Jiangzhen City.

The ghost den opened up and completely covered the medium-sized city.

"It seems that I am lucky. This ghost is still here and has not left."

That was the largest intersection in Jiangzhen City. In the middle of the intersection lay a body broken into two pieces. The body was highly decomposed, and the remaining flesh and blood was black. It was obvious that this ghost was still killing people not long ago.

It was a scarecrow that did not exist in reality. To be precise, it was not a real scarecrow. Its upper body was that of a skinny and shriveled old man, while its lower body was just a broken bamboo pole that looked ordinary. The bottom of the bamboo pole was firmly embedded in the ground without any shaking.

The old man had only one arm, and on that rotten hand there was only a necrotic index finger, which was like an arrow pointing in a certain direction.

"Take away."

Scarlet and black blood oozed out from the ground, and this evil ghost that did not exist in reality was swallowed up by the surging blood lake in the blink of an eye, becoming just an ordinary little ghost in the blood lake.

A day later, Cao Yang took charge personally, and Zhao Tong successfully controlled the guiding ghost, and with the help of Cao Yang's plan, he managed to freeze the four ghosts. However, the horror level of these four ghosts was not too high. Although they were all four ghosts, Zhao Tong's strength was only slightly higher than that of Wen Zhong and Liu Qi.

"Thank you, Captain. This is the last time I ask for your help. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God. I, Zhao Tong, will not live in mediocrity any longer."

Zhao Tong, who was possessed by a ghost, felt that he was in surprisingly good condition. Without using his supernatural powers, he even felt that he could live for several more decades.

"It doesn't matter. Even if he dies, he can be saved."

Cao Yang smiled and didn't say much.

(End of this chapter)