Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 553: Late Night Strange Event
"Jiang Shangbai, find a few people to find out about that old guy's background. If possible, it's best to take him down directly and let the headquarters know who the boss is. Remember to do it secretly and don't leave any traces."

Fang Shiming picked up the phone on the desk, whispered a few words, and then threw it aside.

That night.

Inside the headquarters base, several ghost riders approached the house cautiously. These people were internal staff of the headquarters, but they also had another identity: members of the circle of friends. They received an order to take action against the old Cao in the house.

"All the cameras on the road have been destroyed, so as not to be caught."

One of them lowered his voice and said that his name was Cheng An, and he was one of the ghost riders who stayed in Dajing City from the headquarters, and he was also a member of the circle of friends.

"It's all taken care of. We will definitely not be photographed."

In the shadows, another person answered in a deep voice: his name is Wei Fusheng.

"I don't know what Mr. Jiang was thinking, asking us to attack an old man."

The third person was named Han Jie. His tone was a little doubtful, but it was the leader's order after all, and the other party was an old man. Although they obeyed the order, they did not take Mr. Cao too seriously.

"A lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. Who knows if that old guy is controlling ghosts because he is old, or if he has been controlling evil spirits until now. Mr. Jiang must have his reasons. We just need to follow his advice."

"No way. If it's the second case, that's too abnormal. How can a few small shrimps like us fight against the old guy?"

Han Jie muttered to himself as he reluctantly moved towards the gate of the mansion.

"Wait, that's the wrong color."

In the darkness, Cheng An's eyes suddenly froze, and he was horrified to find that the wall he was holding on to had turned grayish-white without him noticing, and the color was very similar to the ash left after burning paper.

Cheng An looked up, only to find that the surrounding environment had completely changed. It was clearly dark before, but now the sky was gray, and he was no longer in the headquarters base. Judging from the environment, it was more like he had come to the streets of a city, with tall buildings all around, but everything was covered with a layer of gray, like a huge portrait.

"Han Jie, Wei Fusheng——"

An emotion called fear quickly occupied Cheng An's heart, and this fear and uneasiness was rapidly growing, because there was no trace of Han Jie and Wei Fusheng around him, as if the two people had never appeared.

"It's a den of ghosts. It's a den of ghosts. That old Cao has a den of ghosts. We have been pulled into his den of ghosts without knowing it."

Cheng An forced himself to calm down, but the dead silence of the city was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, and the huge feeling of oppression made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"This isn't just a ghost den. That old Cao is simply abnormally strong."

Cheng An was breathing heavily. He knew that Old Cao was somewhere in the ghost den, but he had no ability to lock him. Even the ghost in his body fell silent at this moment, and he could not use his supernatural powers.

"I'm dying."

Such a sentence flashed through his mind.

The next moment, Cheng An closed his eyes weakly and fell to the ground.

The grayish-white color faded away like the tide, and three corpses suddenly appeared outside the quiet house. To be precise, they were not corpses, but three ghosts.

The resurrection of the evil ghosts soon caused a commotion, and the cold air spread everywhere. The three ghosts gradually began to wander around the headquarters. Strangely, the three ghosts all avoided the house and wandered in other directions.

"Are you kidding me?! The headquarters is haunted?!"

Cao Yanhua, who was sleeping, was awakened by a phone call. The news from the other end of the phone made him break out in a cold sweat and he lost all sleepiness in an instant.

"There are three ghosts outside Cao's house?"

Cao Yanhua's voice was a little trembling. He now had no time to think about the origin of the three ghosts. The most urgent task was to imprison the three ghosts. As for the consequences, that would have to wait until later to discuss.

When Cao Yanhua arrived at the scene, many people had already gathered near the house, including Professor Wang and his bodyguard Li Jun.

"Where's the ghost? Where did the ghost go?!"

Cao Yanhua pushed through the crowd and walked to the front. He saw Old Cao standing there expressionlessly, with three cold and twisted corpses lying at his feet. It was obvious that they were the three ghosts mentioned on the phone, but they all seemed to be restrained by Old Cao alone, like three dead chickens.

"If you have nothing else to do, go back and rest. They are just three little brats. There is no need to make a fuss."

Old Cao kicked the corpse at his feet, but the twisted evil spirit did not react at all and let Old Cao walk back into the room step by step.

"Li Jun, detain those three ghosts."

Wang Xiaoming said to Li Jun beside him.

Li Jun nodded, picked up the golden container and rushed forward quickly.

Wang Xiaoming walked to Cao Yanhua and signaled him with his eyes to talk somewhere else.

"You mean that Mr. Cao restrained those three ghosts by himself, and he just waved his hand casually."

Cao Yanhua tried his best to control his expression, but Wang Xiaoming's words really shocked him.

"I don't need to lie to you. This is what Li Jun and I witnessed when we arrived. Old Cao has a big secret. I have reason to believe that he didn't control the evil spirits in his old age, but he has lived until now after controlling the evil spirits."

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were burning. He had developed a strong interest in the old man, a man who could use supernatural powers to deal with three evil ghosts at will, and who was suspected to have survived as a ghost rider for decades. If he could uncover the secrets of Old Cao, he believed that his experiment would definitely be able to reach a higher level, no, many levels.

"Old Cao should have a ghost cave. Although his attack time was very short, if he wanted to restrain three ghosts at the same time, from my current understanding, only a ghost cave can do it."

Cao Yanhua had just recovered from the shock of Wang Xiaoming's previous sentence, but now he was shocked again.

"According to the headquarters' records, almost all the evil spirits in the ghost den have reached the A-level destruction level, and the ghost riders who have the ghost den almost never survive more than three months. If this Mr. Cao is really as you said, then he means too much to the headquarters."

Cao Yanhua said solemnly.

"Also, the appearance of those three ghosts is very strange. If my memory serves me correctly, they should be evil ghosts controlled by some ghost riders at the headquarters. I'll leave this to you to investigate. I'm not interested."

After saying that, Wang Xiaoming left. Li Jun, who had handled the aftermath, followed him, leaving Cao Yanhua alone in deep thought.

Inside the house, Mr. Cao did not rest, but stood by the window and looked into the distance.

“There are so many differences in this life.”

The fake world reflects reality, but there are many differences.

There is a haunted house in Dajing City. There are three tombstones on the second floor of the house.

There is an old house hidden in a mysterious place in Dazhou City. However, there is no one in the house. There are only six old graves standing in a vacant land connected by a small path at the back door of the house. There is a portrait hanging on the tombstone in front of the last grave. The portrait shows a handsome man in the Republic of China, wearing a uniform. He looks like a young warlord, or a noble son, very elegant.

In the Dahai City Supernatural Forum, Ye Zhen didn't seem to be so childish anymore. He always raised his head to look at the sky, with strange emotions flashing in his eyes.

Meng Xiaodong, who lives in Room 301 of Mingyue Community in Dachuan City, always has a sad expression on her face. She sews a surrogate doll in the room without saying a word.

"If you dare to play tricks again, I will kill you."

Fang Shiming, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by a voice. The voice echoed in his mind like thunder and gradually faded away after a long time.

There was a sudden strong wind in the room, but Fang Shiming did not notice anything unusual.

"Is it an illusion? Or a dream?!"

Fang Shiming narrowed his eyes slightly. He did not take back the ghost den, but vigilantly sensed any abnormalities in the ghost den.

"Since you think it's an illusion, I'll say it again."

"If there is a next time, I will kill you directly."

(End of this chapter)