Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 552 Mr. Cao

"I suddenly have a better idea, do you want to listen to it?"

Yang Jian said as he opened the tenth level of ghost den and superimposed infinite restart.

"Tell me, maybe you can change my mind in this last minute."

Cao Yang did not reject Yang Jian's proposal.

"Many variables have occurred in this life, and Qin Lao and Zhang Dong have also come to an end. This means that Yang Jian in the next life will be completely independent and not controlled by anyone. Under such circumstances, the possibility of him growing to the level of Yang Jian is very small."

"Without Elder Qin, the supernatural world is in a state of wild growth. The headquarters is weak and may be infiltrated and suppressed by the friends circle, or even become a tool of the friends circle."

As Yang Jian finished speaking, Cao Yang noticed that the surrounding environment had returned to what it was twenty years ago. Some people who had died long ago were resurrected, and the captain's body that had been stuffed into the underworld had disappeared.

"You want me to be the next generation's Master Qin?"

Cao Yang quickly guessed what Yang Jian meant.

"It's not Mr. Qin, it's Mr. Cao. Although I just mentioned many possible bad situations, the next life will be a rare era of peace and prosperity. Of course, this is also relative."

"I want you to be the guide of Yang Jian in the future and the planner behind the scenes. The specific operation is up to you. I will not interfere."

The ghost eye emitted a strong scarlet light, and now the time was restarted to thirty years ago, which was the year when Fang Shiming established a new circle of friends.

"That sounds interesting."

Cao Yang did not give a direct answer, and it was obvious that he was hesitant and wavering.

Looking around, Otsu University was full of young men and women full of youthful energy. They strolled and talked, held hands, and fell in love. But no one noticed the abnormality in the pavilion, as if Cao Yang and Yang Jian did not exist at all.

Time was still going back, Cao Yang frowned, until the restart was over and everything returned to the original day.

Two figures appeared in Cao Yang's sight, and he still remembered the names of those two people: He Guanghui and Zhou Lin.

At this moment, his brows relaxed and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

"Just do as you say."

The red light faded away, and the campus became peaceful and bustling.

In Dajing City, the Asian branch of the International Ghost Riders Headquarters, Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua was personally receiving an old man who came from nowhere. The atmosphere in the reception room was a bit depressing because this old man appeared out of thin air within the headquarters.

In other words, he invaded.

Many ghost riders gathered around Cao Yanhua. However, in front of this old man, those ghost riders instinctively felt a sense of fear and dread. Even the ghosts in their bodies were on warning and instinctively wanted to stay away.

One of the ghost riders endured the discomfort and walked to Cao Yanhua's ear and whispered. After hearing the ghost rider's words, his expression became even more unnatural.

"I want to join the headquarters."

Before Cao Yanhua could open his mouth, the old man spoke first, which made Cao Yanhua stunned for a moment, and he swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"You want to join the headquarters?"

Cao Yanhua asked in a calm tone as possible.

"That's right. I'm getting older and feel a little lonely, so I want to find someone to lean on. The headquarters is owned by the government, so I can trust them."

"These are some of my collections. They serve as my token of loyalty."

The old man waved his hand casually, and many objects emitting a cold and gloomy atmosphere appeared on the table out of thin air: an old wooden box with peeling red paint, faintly emitting a rancid smell; an old camera with a sense of age, which looked like a piece of waste picked up from a garbage dump; a dirty old leather lantern, with some dark spots all over the lampshade.
"hiss--!"

Cao Yanhua took a deep breath and took a few steps back.

Supernatural objects are also ghosts in essence, and they can cause loss of life if they trigger the rules. This old man casually threw out supernatural objects, and his motives are difficult to guess, so we have to be on guard.

A ghost hunter bravely put all these supernatural objects into the golden container, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.

Cao Yanhua took out a tissue and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Your name?"

"No need to worry about your surname being Cao."

"Then I'll call you Mr. Cao from now on. I can make the decision on your joining the headquarters, and we won't force you to solve supernatural incidents or anything like that. Just do whatever you feel like."

"Zhao Jianguo will arrange your life. If you don't mind, please live in the headquarters."

"Just keep it simple. I'm not too particular. I'll do it when it's time, and you don't have to worry about anything. But I do have a request."

As Mr. Cao spoke, he stretched out his hand and suddenly a statue appeared in the reception room.

The statue is not very detailed. You can only see the outline of a human figure. It has no facial features and no texture details. It looks smooth, like an abstract art style.

But what is most surprising is that this statue is made of gold and is covered with water stains, as if it had just been fished out from the bottom of the water.

"Put this statue in the hall so that everyone who enters the hall will see it."

"This statue"

"I fished it out from the bottom of the sea. The person imprisoned inside was a senior whom I met when I first joined the supernatural circle. It's a pity that he fought to the limit and the evil spirit revived. At the last moment, he chose to seal himself."

Mr. Cao never stops talking until his words shock people. As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Yanhua was frightened again.

A young man in a white coat, who looked like a researcher, was very interested in what Mr. Cao said. He walked up to Cao Yanhua and whispered a few words. Finally, Cao Yanhua agreed to Mr. Cao's request with a complicated expression.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cao, what is the name of the senior in the statue?"

"Qin."

Later, Zhao Jianguo arranged a small courtyard for Mr. Cao. The style of the courtyard was simple and the environment was quiet, and Mr. Cao was very satisfied with it.

A day later, a golden statue appeared in the meeting hall of the headquarters. The strange style of the statue attracted the attention of many staff members. They walked closer and found that the statue had a name:

At the bottom of the statue are engraved four ancient seal characters: Qin Lao Jin Shen.

"Have you heard that an elderly ghost rider has joined the headquarters? The deputy minister has also granted him special privileges. It seems that he doesn't have to solve supernatural incidents like other city leaders."

"Not only have I heard about it, I've also seen it with my own eyes. The old man is very old, so it's really not appropriate for you to ask him to solve supernatural incidents. However, I heard from the ghost handlers who were present yesterday that the old man is very scary. Not only does he have ghosts, but he can also use them at will. He doesn't worry about the revival of evil spirits at all."

"Ghost Den?! Is this true? That's an ability only top ghost masters have. But ghost masters who possess Ghost Den usually face the problem of evil ghosts reviving very soon and dare not use it at all. How could that old man be able to do it?"

"Doesn't that mean that the old man is a top-notch ghost rider?"

The two staff members communicated cautiously. After all, they worked at the headquarters and knew something about the abilities of evil spirits. They also knew that most ghost handlers had strange tempers. Maybe the old man didn't like people talking about him behind his back.

At the same time, Ping An Building.

"Mr. Cao?"

"Oh, I think the headquarters is really confused. They dare to recruit an old man with old arms and legs. Aren't they afraid that the old guy will hurt his back when handling supernatural incidents?"

A young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was sitting in the president's office, looking through the latest documents with a disdainful sneer on his face.

His name is Fang Shiming and Ping An Building is his asset.

And behind him there is a ghost-controlling organization called Circle of Friends.

(End of this chapter)