Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 514 Your door broke my foot, you have to pay for it

Three days later, in Ohara City, ten captains gathered here. It is no exaggeration to say that if these people join forces, they can almost pacify and suppress any spiritual place or restricted area for living people.

"There is indeed a coffin shop in Ghost Street. Boss Liu mentioned it to me. People in the paranormal community know that the owner of the coffin shop is a black-hearted profiteer. So decades ago, many people thought of robbing him. But in the end, there was no follow-up news, which is enough to prove that the owner is also a ruthless character."

He Yiner said that this was some information she had found out.

"Oh, that's wrong. There are nine captains working together this time. Who would dare to say no? They are not afraid that we will scatter his ashes. What's more, we have Captain Cao and Captain Yang here. It's just a small coffin shop. They can easily take it over."

The person who spoke was Zhou Deng. Although he had been transferred away from the city he was previously in charge of, one should know that he was the man who single-handedly emptied the entire horror museum, so he had plenty of resources in his hands.

"If you get into trouble again, I'll be the first one to stuff you into a coffin and sink you into the lake."

Yang Jian glanced at him and said coldly.

Zhou Deng grinned. He knew Yang Jian was joking and didn't care.

"No need to waste time, let's get ready to go. Grab the red coffins first, and don't let go of the black coffins either. Take as many as you can."

Yang Jian said.

Everyone nodded to show that they understood.

He Yiner took out the Taiping Order, which was the medium connecting the Ghost Street and reality. It could open a gap in the ghost den and directly enter the Ghost Street.

As the passage opened, the surrounding buildings gradually became blurred, as if they were being stripped away from reality, and replaced by an old street with a very old feel.

There are many pedestrians on the street, men, women, young and old, wearing all kinds of clothes, some from modern times, some from the 1970s and 1980s, and even from the Republic of China period. People of all kinds mixed together, witnessing the history of this ghost street.

The old street was lined with rows of shops and occasionally some small stalls on the roadside, but this ghost street was particularly deserted and there were hardly any people. All the shops were closed and there was no sign that the small stalls were still open for business.

"The real-world location of Ghost Street is Zhongzhou City, but because Ghost Lake got out of control, Ghost Street was also affected. These shops and stalls could no longer continue to operate, so they were forced to close."

Cao Yang said.

"The coffins are spread out in a place far away from reality deep in the Ghost Street. The Ghost Lake was later divided up and controlled, so it shouldn't have affected that place. Also, coffins are not as easy to transport as other items. I guess the boss won't move them away easily."

"What are you waiting for? I can't wait to get myself a coffin. Those who can lie in a coffin in the spiritual world are all big shots. Just imagine, if a ghost rider in the spiritual world in the future accidentally digs up my coffin, he will definitely be afraid."

Zhou Deng still had an inexplicable enthusiasm for stealing things just like before.

"Walk."

Cao Yang walked in front to lead the way, and the other captains followed behind, chatting intermittently, and they continued to move deeper along the street.

The further you go, the more desolate and eerie the entire ghost street looks. The shops on both sides of the street seem to have been abandoned for many years, and some have simply collapsed and turned into ruins.

As we walked further, the light around us was getting dimmer. It was daytime before, but now it was already night, and there were more and more ruins. In the end, there were no ruins at all, just a bare expanse. Only this bluestone road was still there, and it had not reached the end yet, but continued to extend into the darkness.

"It's located so deep in the ground. No wonder there's no follow-up news for those who wanted to rob the coffin shop. It's so far away from reality and the prosperous area that even a ghost can't be called for help."

Li Leping said suddenly, but he scared Zhou Deng as soon as he opened his mouth, because he didn't notice that there was such a person next to him at all, as if he had subconsciously ignored him.

"It's so strange. I clearly remember Captain Li, but I still can't avoid this influence..."

Zhou Deng muttered quietly.

"We're here." This is a lonely shop located deep in a mysterious place. Three large black characters are hung on a white plaque, telling the captains what exactly this shop sells.

"What do you mean, just do it?"

Zhou Deng was eager to try.

"Then what are you waiting for? Do the nine captains have to be so timid and test the waters before going out?"

Yang Jian took a step forward, and he had already held the spear in his hand without knowing when.

With a knife falling and a kick coming out, even though the door of the coffin shop was open, Yang Jian still chose to destroy it. The old wooden door was instantly shattered into pieces, and the door panels and wood chips flew everywhere.

Without him, only familiar with Seoul.

"I'm sorry, boss. Your door hurt Captain Yang's foot. According to the headquarters' rules, you have to pay compensation."

Zhou Deng jumped out and said.

Without waiting for a response, the captains had all entered the coffin shop.

There are many coffins in the room. In the center is a black coffin with bright paint and no stain, obviously brand new from the factory. There are also several black and red coffins placed against the wall. In addition, there are several coffins in their original wood color and are not painted.

"If you don't want to pay, then use your coffin as compensation."

Yang Jian replied Zhou Deng's words in a cold tone, not caring whether there was anyone in the store or not.

"What are you doing?!"

At this moment, an angry voice suddenly echoed in the store, but the captains had already carried a coffin and prepared to leave.

"You want to steal things from me? I want you all to die here!"

The sound suddenly became hysterical, as if a real ghost was screaming.

Suddenly, the coffin shop became dark. All the light was blocked out, leaving only a dim oil lamp flickering on and off.

"Yang Jian, the door is closed."

Liu San walked in front, and with the help of paper men, he moved the fastest, but he was still blocked by the closed door.

"Put down the coffin, and if you each work for me for free for ten years, I will not pursue the matter and then let you go."

Seeing that the captains were trapped, the voice seemed to regain some rationality and spoke quietly.

However, his words sounded ridiculous to the captains; even Yang Jian, who was usually emotionally indifferent, laughed.

"It's too naive to think that a door can stop us. You can set rules if you like, but in the supernatural world, whoever has the bigger fist decides the rules. Now give me all the ghost money you have and give me twenty red coffins, and we can forgive you and not rob you, otherwise you will cry later."

Cao Yang sneered. This time the captain and his team had never thought of returning empty-handed. They came here with the goal of emptying the coffin shop. It was just that the boss's remarks were too humorous.

"Working for you for free for ten years? Even Cao Yanhua didn't dare to talk to me like that, how can a half-human like you be worthy of that?"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and the hatchet in his hand fell again, and the two doors that were as thick and heavy as coffin boards were directly chopped into pieces. However, the door panels were not made of wood, but were embedded with pieces of smelly flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)