Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 502 Invisible Hope
"Ghost disease? Sick ghosts should just be locked up obediently. Don't tell me that a fierce ghost has come to your Chinese medicine shop, and you cured the ghost."

Yang Jian snorted coldly and said deliberately.

"Haha, what a great law enforcement captain! He's truly a young hero!"

The old man smiled and did not continue discussing the issue.

"Don't worry, after I die, this Chinese medicine shop will be closed. It won't get out of control and cause you any trouble."

Zhang Bohua stroked the armrests of the armchair with his old and rough hands. He seemed particularly confident on this issue.

"I don't dare to trust you old guys so easily. If I hadn't intervened in the affairs of those old guys like you, God knows how much trouble they would have caused."

Yang Jian's eyes were full of vigilance and suspicion. If the old woman in Mingyue Community of Dachuan City and the old man in the ancient house of Dazhou City completely invaded reality, they would all be super S-level supernatural events, and even the captain would be in trouble.

"Haha, it's a good thing to be skeptical. However, can you please let Xiaoru out first and let her help with some small chores? This will be considered as an apology to the two of you."

Zhang Bohua said that although he was blind, he still looked at Cao Yang accurately, as if those dark and empty eyes could lock onto all the supernatural things.

"You asked me to save that stupid woman over and over again, so I couldn't refuse."

Cao Yang waved his hand, and Xiao Ru left the fake world and returned to the dim Chinese medicine shop. However, she had completely lost her previous dignity and arrogance. Now her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were full of fear. It was obvious that she was greatly stimulated. It was not until she saw Zhang Bohua again that she gradually calmed down.

"Xiao Ru, go get six doses of medicine as an apology for offending the two captains."

Zhang Bohua put away his smiling face and spoke to Xiaoru with a serious expression.

Xiaoru nodded silently, walked to a medicine box, and carefully took out six yellow paper packages from it. Obviously, this was the Chinese medicine that Zhang Bohua mentioned.

The yellow paper package is about the size of a baby's fist. The yellow paper used to wrap the medicinal materials is very rough and of poor quality, but it exudes a strong spiritual aura.

"Captains, please accept these Chinese medicines as my apology. Xiaoru has offended you two. If she were left outside, she would have been killed on the spot. I know you are holding back because of my face."

Yang Jian and Cao Yang were not polite and each took the three yellow paper packages and put them away.

"Chinese medicine can alleviate the problem of evil spirits' resurrection in a short period of time, but after the time limit has passed, the resurrection will become more intense. The person taking the medicine must find a way to truly alleviate the resurrection before the effect of the medicine wears off."

Zhang Bohua said.

"The resurrection of evil spirits is a disease that needs to be treated. From the Republic of China to the present, I am the only one in the entire supernatural world who can make this kind of medicine. Unfortunately, I have treated countless people in my life, but I still can't see that hope."

Suddenly, the blind old man became a little melancholy.

"What hope do you want to see? The source of the evil spirits being blocked? Or a person appearing in this era to permanently put an end to the supernatural? Or like you, isolate the supernatural for decades, wait until the top ghost masters die, and then restart the supernatural revival in the next era?"

Cao Yang asked. Of course he knew what hope Zhang Bohua was talking about, but that was something that was impossible to achieve. Ghosts were ghosts, and they were immortal from the beginning. Even the appearance of Yang Jian only temporarily ended most of the supernatural events. He could not find the source of the evil ghosts, or completely end the supernatural.

Furthermore, after Yang Jian dealt with most of the supernatural beings in the world, he himself was already the most terrifying existence. No one knew how long his divinity, or the laws implanted in him, could last. But what was certain was that if Yang Jian wanted to destroy the world, even if the instinct of the evil spirits dominated for only one second, it would be enough to destroy the entire world.

Zhang Bohua shook his head and struggled to stand up from the armchair.

"You are very capable, not inferior to those guys. The same goes for the law enforcement captain. If you take another step forward, you will be able to reach our level."

"But it's useless. So far, this era has not given birth to that unique existence. As you can see, I don't have much time left to live. Even if I use some special means, I can only live for three or four years at most."

"If there is no special case among your generation, then in a few decades, when you are old and about to die, you will definitely make the same choice as us. Suppressing an era and handling most of the supernatural events, the supernatural events will still start to revive again after a few decades."

"It's like reincarnation, the same tragedy is repeated forever, and batches of innocent people die as a result."

"During these years of life, I have even wondered if this world is simply a cycle of reincarnation. At a certain moment that none of us realizes, we have all died, but some kind of spirit is still maintaining our consciousness and bodies."

As Zhang Bohua spoke, tears actually flowed from his empty eyes.

"Even the old man in the old house couldn't do it, so it's understandable that we who live in this era can't do it. Although what you said makes sense, not everyone can be a paperhanger. We have done enough for this era."

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate. From the day I became a ghost rider, I knew that the resurrection of evil spirits was a problem that could never be avoided. It was just a matter of when it would come."

"You can continue to wait for that hope to appear, and this Chinese medicine shop can continue to operate, but the condition is that you take care of your own funeral affairs in advance."

Yang Jian said that he originally had a lot of questions he wanted to ask the old man, but the other party's words made him think.

"Don't worry, I have prepared a coffin for myself. After my death, the era of the Republic of China will be completely over."

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, let all the things of the old times go into the coffin with me."

Zhang Bohua turned around and looked at the two most promising young men.

"If you two join forces, you can try to rob the coffin shop on Ghost Street. That black-hearted shopkeeper has cheated many people, but I have to admit that those coffins are indeed good things. I believe you should have seen them."

"Coffin shop?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment. He had heard of Ghost Street, but that place was now managed by He Yiner, and he had never explored it in depth.

"It is indeed worth considering. The red coffin can suppress the resurrection of evil spirits, and the black coffin can bury evil spirits. We don't need them in the short term, but people around us may need them. The death of each captain is a disaster. If we can prepare the coffins in advance, it can indeed save a lot of trouble."

Cao Yang nodded and accepted Zhang Bohua's suggestion.

"It's time to go, Yang Jian. Wang Chaling has been out of contact for several months. Let's go investigate together."

(End of this chapter)