Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 516 If the spring breeze has pity on the flowers, can you allow me to stay young again?

"I don't know where your confidence comes from, or whether you have some ideas in your mind that you are ready to put into practice. But none of this matters to me, because I am about to die."

Zhang Dong turned around and no longer tried to stop the captains from robbing the coffin, allowing them to leave with the coffin.

"This is the ghost money I have saved over the years. You can take it with you. Just leave me a coffin to bury myself. From now on, the coffin shop will be removed from the supernatural circle."

He sighed and took out a thick stack of colorful and strange paper money from his jacket pocket. Those were ghost money, and there were at least two hundred yuan in a few.

"I will bury myself and the entire coffin shop, so you don't have to worry about it."

"But I still suggest that you think carefully about that matter. Too much unnecessary spiritual power will only add to the burden and intensify the erosion of consciousness by the evil spirits' instincts."

"No matter what choice you make, this era will eventually be handed over to you."

After saying this, Cao Yang felt that Zhang Dong in front of him had aged a lot in an instant, as if he had gone from being young and strong to being hunchbacked and old in just a short period of time.

"You guys go now. Perhaps in the next era, Ghost Street can regain its former prosperity. Use the coffins sparingly. Ordinary goods are not worth wasting a coffin."

Zhang Dong seemed a little tired and ordered them to leave.

The captains left the coffin shop. No one expected that this trip would be so smooth. The nine of them brought out nearly thirty coffins, nine black and twenty-one red. It was a rich harvest.

"That boss is a tough guy who only looks strong on the outside but is actually weak on the inside. He is a tough guy who can make threats, but in the end, he still couldn't stop us."

Zhou Deng was beaming with joy at this moment, and looked extremely excited.

"Everyone go back. Captains, each take a red coffin. The rest will be kept at the headquarters. They can be used at any time if needed."

Cao Yang said that it was useless to have too many coffins, as they could not be placed at home for worship.

The ghosts came out together, and the nine captains each brought a coffin back to their own jurisdiction. The red coffins were used as a means of burying themselves, and the captains knew very well when they would need them.

Sooner or later, but there will be a day.

In Dachang City, the coffin brought back by Yang Jian made everyone feel uneasy. This was not a good sign. Everyone knew that it was because of Yang Jian's presence that all unstable factors were suppressed.

If Yang Jian died, no one could guarantee that the situation that happened last time would not happen again. When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter, this is an eternal truth.

Yang Jian didn't care much about it. The result was already determined from the day he entered the supernatural circle, whether he accepted it or not. He just used many methods and risked his life many times to delay the arrival of that day.

He slowly raised his palm, and a ghost eye stretched out from the flesh. This ghost eye was no longer the scarlet color it had been at the beginning, but had turned into a deep golden color, as unfathomable as a pool of golden spring water.

"The ghost eye inherited half of Shen Lin's supernatural powers. It can see through and even directly invade other people's memories. Then the ghost fire and furnace fire were also embedded in the ghost eye. The new ghost fire can burn all the way to the fourth level of the ghost cave."

Then, Yang Jian waved his hand casually, and a pool of cold water suddenly seeped out on the ground. A drizzle began to fall in the room strangely, but the raindrops were particularly cold.

"The ghost shadow that has completed some puzzles is still unable to balance the Ghost Eye and the Ghost Lake. Even with the addition of the will-o'-the-wisp, it still can't work, because the will-o'-the-wisp has become a puzzle piece of the Ghost Eye, and its revival has become even more intense."

Yang Jian looked at his palm, which was made of flesh and blood and was constantly leaking water. At the same time, the whole palm began to melt as if it was corroded. After only a few breaths, the five fingers had completely dissolved and disappeared. This deterioration did not stop, but then appeared on Yang Jian's whole body. This body did not last too long before it completely dissolved into the lake water and merged with the Ghost Lake.

The tall ghost stood up. This was the real Yang Jian. He could resist the erosion of the Ghost Lake for a short time, but the revival of the evil ghost could not be reversed or escaped and had to be faced.

In Otsu City, Cao Yang was not idle after returning to the city. He was thinking about Zhang Dong's evaluation and suggestions of him.

"Dismember your own spirit, reduce erosion, and thus gain a longer lifespan"

"If you want to do it, you have to go to Dahai City first. After all, I lent him the bronze sword last time. The bronze sword is the most suitable for dismembering evil spirits and ghosts."

After three days of thinking and decision-making, Cao Yang finally chose to listen to the old man's advice.

Cao Yang did what he said. He immediately went to Dahai City, found Ye Zhen in the Zhenwu Hall and retrieved the bronze sword.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. When Cao Yang walked out of the safe house, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

However, the originally empty safe house now had ten more golden containers, each of which contained a fierce ghost or a curse. These were the supernatural powers that Cao Yang once possessed.

"Pressing ghost, stepping on ghost, ghost footsteps, ghost wind, photo ghost, carrying ghost, ghost flesh, hopscotch, gravity ghost."

"Ten ghosts, ten kinds of supernatural things, also represent my growth process in the supernatural circle, but now they are no longer useful."

Cao Yang looked back at the golden boxes. He didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment because they were too complicated.

"Just say goodbye to my past. Like Zhang Dong, I will sever my past self, cut myself off, and start over."

To Cao Yang, those were not just cold ghosts, but represented an experience, a growth, and a transformation.

Ghosts are indeed ghosts, but they also witnessed Cao Yang's transformation process.

If the spring breeze feels pity for the flowers, can it allow me to be young again?

This time, Cao Yang never looked back.

Ever since the last time the captain teamed up to rob a coffin shop, the domestic supernatural circle has once again fallen into silence for a long period of time.

It would be more accurate to say that it is quiet rather than that everyone is struggling to survive. Supernatural events are incredibly numerous, and mysterious places are invading reality one after another.

No matter whether it is the person in charge, the patrol captain, or the captains from the older generation, everyone is busy dealing with supernatural incidents and does not even have time to breathe.

Sometimes, just when the patrol captains were involved in a high-risk incident, the city leaders on the other side sent a signal for help.

The domestic situation is like a stagnant pool of water. Everyone lives a monotonous life. Ordinary people are still worried and terrified day and night. Ghost riders walk on the edge of life and death every day and their spirits are highly tense.

Just like a powder keg, with just a spark and a fuse, this seemingly stable situation will explode and collapse in an instant.

(End of this chapter)