Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 507: Playing with Ghosts
A group of ghosts in costumes suddenly appeared in this mysterious county, as if there was something here that had a fatal attraction to them.

"A puzzle. The stage and these ghosts are definitely pieces of a puzzle. They were just taken apart for some reason."

Li Yang's breathing became heavy. He knew very well that what he said was definitely not a guess. The puzzle theory in the supernatural circle has long been no secret. It's just that many times ghosts or ghost riders are unable to actively choose the most compatible puzzle piece to complete.

"Be careful, the ghost seems to be targeting one of us."

Cao Yang reminded.

Not sure if it was an illusion or what, but Yang Jian and the other two felt their consciousness blurry for a moment at the same time. Then the group of costumed ghosts in front of them actually changed their positions, and the corpse in the colorful costume was walking in the front.

The man was tall and thin, and was estimated to be more than two meters tall. His cold face was covered with a layer of black paint, making it impossible to recognize his facial features. All that could be seen was a creepy black face.

"It's fierce, terribly fierce!"

Even Yang Jian, who has grown to this level, has smelled a dangerous aura from the leading ghost. Facing a ghost of this level, even the captain would be in danger of death if he is not careful.

"Sunk him."

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, and at the same time he was ready to throw the coffin nails out.

Cao Yang on the side had already taken action.

Suddenly, the blood lake began to roll on the ground, and in just a moment the water level rose to a level high enough to submerge a person's chest. However, this group of evil spirits were only submerged up to their calves, and could no longer sink.

The scarlet spear cut through the air with a bang, but before the spear could pierce the evil ghost's body, a strange sound that seemed to be stretched suddenly rang out, sounding like an opera, but as the sound rang out, everything around began to become blurred and distorted.

"Are you kidding me?!"

When the abnormal changes stopped, Yang Jian found himself nailed to a dim and gloomy red stage, and this stage was the one that appeared in the county town.

"I can't move my body from the neck down."

"No, even the ghost is pinned down."

Yang Jian tried to move, but at this moment he seemed to have lost control of his body, or some supernatural power had deprived him of his ability to move. He was completely unable to move, and couldn't even control his ghost eyes to open the eighth level of the ghost realm.

Not only Yang Jian, Li Yang also suffered the same fate, and his situation was even more dangerous.

Li Yang's face was becoming darker, as if it was stained with ink, and it seemed that it would soon turn completely into a black mask. Even the clothes on his body changed their appearance at this moment, as if they were gradually turning into a costume.

"Damn it, that ghost is coming at me!"

Li Yang gritted his teeth and tried to use the corpse spots curse to resist this kind of supernatural erosion, but the effect was minimal. The corpse spots were just instinctively resisting the erosion of another kind of supernatural power, but the effect was far less effective than when Li Yang actively used his ability.

"If my face is assimilated, I will definitely die!"

Cao Yang and Zhu Mian were not affected, but in their vision, Yang Jian and Li Yang closed their eyes on their own initiative, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

"Even Yang Jian was hit."

Cao Yang's expression was solemn, because the ghost with black ink on his face was getting closer and closer, and with every step he took, the expression on his face gradually changed. It was no longer cold and stiff, but looked angry, with even his eyebrows raised.

"Captain Cao, look at the stage." Zhu Mian reminded in a low voice.

Cao Yang turned his head and found that two blurry figures had appeared on the stage at the bend of the road. Although he couldn't see clearly, he was sure that they were Yang Jian and Li Yang.

"Save people first."

Cao Yang made the decision without hesitation.

He took out the ghost scissors, and from a special perspective he saw the two curse lines connecting the evil ghost and Yang Jian and Li Yang, and he cut them without hesitation.

The evil ghost's killing pattern was forcibly interrupted, and Yang Jian and Li Yang came back to their senses from their shock and found that they had regained their ability to move.

However, Cao Yang's luck seemed not so good. This time when he used the ghost scissors, he was cursed by a fierce ghost. And coincidentally, it was the same ghost that attacked Yang Jian.

The black-faced ghost shifted its target of attack, and some kind of supernatural power erupted in Cao Yang's body. The figures of Yang Jian and Li Yang on the red stage disappeared, and were replaced by the vague image of Cao Yang.

"The ghost scissors can cut off the curse and stop the killing pattern, but Cao Yang was also cursed because of it. This was impossible before, so Cao Yang was attacked not because of the price he paid for using the ghost scissors, but because the ghost attacked Cao Yang through a medium."

Yang Jian, who had resumed his movement, found himself still standing there without moving, and when he noticed that Cao Yang was still holding the Ghost Scissors in his hand, he quickly realized the problem.

"If we can't attack through a medium, we'll just have to dismember it directly."

The spear that was thrown out earlier was deviated due to strong interference and failed to suppress the terrible evil spirit.

Yang Jian was not angry, but prepared to reorganize and take action.

"Li Yang, Zhu Mian, beware of those ghosts while I take action."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian had already moved.

The dark ghost shadows on the ground quickly spread out, and charred ghost hands clung to the body of the black-faced ghost like red-hot irons, desperately dragging it into the shadows.

"This ghost is too scary. There's no way to turn him into a projection."

When one method failed, Yang Jian changed his mind instantly.

A figure suddenly emerged from the thick shadows. It was Yang Jian, and he was holding a hatchet in his hand.

Hand up, knife down.

The black-faced ghost's legs were cut off, and the ghost lost his balance and fell down immediately.

However, it was such an action that seemed to trigger some kind of taboo. The ghost troupe, which had been relatively well-behaved, became restless at this moment. The evil ghosts in costumes opened their eyes at the same time, staring at Li Yang and Zhu Mian with dead and horrified eyes.

At the same time, the sound of opera singing suddenly rang out throughout the county. This time the sound was no longer vague and hazy, but became very clear.

But even so, the people present still couldn't hear the content of the play clearly, because this play was not sung for living people at all, but a sinister play sung for evil spirits!

Not only that, but the singing is accompanied by the sound of mournful music, the hollow tune sounds eerie and numb, as if there is an evil ghost wandering in your mind, constantly chanting this lingering melody.

(End of this chapter)