Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 515 The Boss’s Identity

The door of the coffin shop was directly split open by Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword, but when Liu Sanyi walked out, he found that it was pitch black outside. The familiar Ghost Street had completely disappeared, or perhaps this was not a Ghost Street at all.

Because in the darkness not far away, a yellow oil lamp was swaying slightly in the air. The oil lamp was very familiar, exactly the same as the oil lamp in the coffin shop behind him. There was also a wooden door under the oil lamp.

"It seems that this boss doesn't know the rules very well."

The paper man Liu San grinned, but there was an indescribable cruelty and horror in that smile.

"Excuse me, our rules are the rules."

Cao Yang said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the captains attacked at the same time.

All of a sudden, all kinds of supernatural phenomena emerged, such as floating smoke, dark and gloomy paper ashes, hideous ghost masks everywhere, strange perspectives that seemed to be folded and overlapped in space, cold and icy ghost rain, etc.
"You will definitely pay the price."

The voice suddenly became malicious, and the sound of wooden boards shaking suddenly came from the surroundings. This was a coffin shop, and all the coffins were made of wood. It was obvious that the shop owner had decided to use the coffins that had already been used in order to deal with these captains.

"Tsk, there's quite a lot of stock."

One of the paper figures stuck his head out and looked out the door. On the road leading to the dim oil lamp in the distance, there were coffins lined up on both sides.

Moreover, these coffins appear to be very old, and the paint on them has faded. Many of the coffins are open, and through the open coffins, one can vaguely sense that there are terrifying spirits that are about to revive.

"Sending a coffin also brings a ghost. It turns out that the boss is a kind person. It seems that I had some misunderstanding about you before."

As they were talking, Yang Jian and Cao Yang opened their respective ghost lakes at the same time. One coffin after another was sinking into the bottomless lake at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Li Leping, Shen Lin, lend a hand and pull all the ghosts out of the coffin."

Liu San called out and he himself had already started.

A group of paper figures carrying a funeral coffin suddenly invaded the dim road. They had a clear goal and went straight for the coffin.

The paper man is carrying a paper coffin, which can bury evil spirits and can also be used as a container.

The leading paper figure held an old copper basin filled with burning yellow paper. In his other hand, he held a mourning stick and picked up the unburned yellow paper and scattered it into the air.

The paper ashes scattered and turned into countless yellow paper raindrops floating in the air. Each piece of yellow paper could suppress the supernatural, and even ordinary captains did not dare to touch it easily.

Thick smoke was floating, and Li Leping's figure appeared in front of a coffin like a ghost. The coffin was open, and a ghost half of its body stuck out from inside, with eyes wide open and a fierce expression, as if it was angry because it was disturbed.

Li Leping glanced casually, without even making any extra movements, the ghost in the coffin was already suffering from the terrible death curse. Under the combined death attacks of the ghost seeking people and the sleepwalking ghost, the evil ghost was gradually becoming silent.
"Get promoted, get rich, and rest in peace. A ghost is not qualified for me to use these means on you."

The evil ghost fell silent, and Li Leping grabbed it and threw it directly into Cao Yang's blood lake, where it sank.

In comparison, Shen Lin's methods were much gentler. With a swipe of the axe, the evil ghost was made into a mask and then stored before it was dismembered. The coffin was also vacated.

“You guys…you guys”

In the coffin shop, the boss was so angry that he couldn't speak, but he didn't notice that a figure appeared behind him at some point. It was Cao Yang.

"It's too late to regret now. This coffin shop is operating illegally. I am here to formally seal it off on behalf of the headquarters." Cao Yang said jokingly.

The coffin shop owner does not exist in reality, and ordinary people cannot detect his existence at all, but the same is true for Cao Yang. He has also mastered the most advanced supernatural replacement skills, and can forcibly pull those idealistic existences into the real level.

"Hey, why are you doing this?"

I don’t know if it was because he was angry to a certain extent, but the boss’s tone became gentle and calm.

The boss was an old man, tall in stature, but due to his age, his whole body looked a little thin, and his dark brown skin was loose and drooping, with corpse spots on it, like a fresh corpse that had died not long ago.

"The balance is disrupted. If anything goes wrong in the future, you will still have to deal with it. You are robbing Peter to pay Paul. Is this how the top ghost hunters of this era deal with the supernatural?"

Somehow, the boss's tone suddenly became majestic, and Cao Yang also had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had heard this voice before.

then.

The boss turned around, wearing a neat and simple Zhongshan suit, with an expression that showed his majesty without even getting angry. Although he was old, it did not affect his dignity.

"Zhang Dong?!"

Cao Yang was shocked. He had never thought that the owner of the coffin shop would be Zhang Dong. Although the man in front of him couldn't be Zhang Dong himself, the fact that he was related to him was enough to prove that he was not simple.

"Zhang Dong" was calm and expressionless on his dignified face. He just looked Cao Yang up and down. That look made Cao Yang feel a little uncomfortable.

"The spiritual system is chaotic. You want everything but are good at nothing. It's not easy to reach this level. But in my opinion, you won't live long. Sixty years at most. That means you will definitely die when you are about seventy or eighty years old."

Another sharp comment. Cao Yang has heard this comment more than once: it is messy, unrefined, unsystematic, and chaotic.
"I am Zhang Dong, but I am not Zhang Dong. You can think of me as the Zhang Dong of the past."

The boss said, and acknowledged Zhang Dong's identity.

"I am the being that was separated from him after he controlled the ghost. I have a part of his consciousness and control the infinite cycle of the coffin shop."

"After I showed up, he sent me a lot of ghost wood every once in a while, and I used them all to make coffins. The red coffin is soaked in ghost blood, which can suppress supernatural powers and help ghost controllers alleviate the resurrection of evil ghosts. The black coffin has an infinite loop inside that does not exist in reality, and it can suppress evil ghosts."

Zhang Dong opened his mouth slowly and revealed the truth about the red and black coffin.

"He hasn't been here for the past few years. If nothing unexpected happened, he must have died. What I didn't expect was that you, as the top ghost hunters of this era, didn't find a new supernatural path that's different from ours. You're even worse than us in handling supernatural events."

"Only the supernatural can deal with the supernatural. People of our time all thought so. So even though there were differences in concepts, they were surprisingly united in dealing with evil spirits. They used the laws and characteristics of ghosts to artificially create a balance, which is what you call the supernatural place."

"That's not right. How long has it been since the modern revival of the supernatural happened? Don't tell me that you old guys from the Republic of China have already had a deep understanding of the supernatural since you entered the supernatural circle and became ghost riders. And those supernatural places couldn't have been created by you when you were young, right?"

"You did suppress an era, but you also wiped out most of its traces. I know you are gambling on a hope, but you shouldn't look down on us for this. Every captain-level figure is walking on the brink of life and death."

"But don't worry, hope will definitely appear. Maybe I won't live to see that day as you said, but I always believe that there will be someone who can bring the last ray of hope to this hopeless world."

Cao Yang said slowly that the temper and attitude of Zhang Dong in front of him were not good, but it didn't matter. He was not the real Dongtian Emperor, and the so-called infinite cycle of supernatural powers could not trap the captain. What he said could only be called history, but would not become a rule.

(End of this chapter)