Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Dajing City, Ping An Building.

"Boss Fang, this is too fantastic, it feels like a dream!"

In the conference room, He Tianxiong said with a look of shock on his face.

"Three S-level incidents, they came and went as they were told. No one would believe it, right?!"

Gao Zhiqiang, who has always been free and easy, also appeared in the conference room today. The shadow cast by the disaster on him was so deep that he had no intention of going out to play.

"Is this old guy really so scary?"

Fang Shiming sat in the first seat. He was nothing like before. At this moment, he looked like a skinny corpse. His pair of bloodshot eyes looked particularly huge, filling the entire eye sockets, hideous and terrifying.

"Just pretend nothing happened. The person behind this is someone we in the circle of friends cannot afford to offend. Also, slow down the pace of infiltrating the headquarters. You can also pause when necessary. The last battle with Ye Zhen has already exposed your weaknesses."

"Too much restriction and not enough killing."

"Ye Zhen has a deep understanding of supernatural powers, but you don't. Take some time to calm down."

After thinking for a moment, Fang Shiming said heavily.

This incident made him realize a lot. He was just the first one to embark on the path of a ghost rider, but that didn't mean he was the one who went the furthest.

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

Fang Shiming, who controls three ghosts, is not weak. In fact, he can even be called a top ghost rider during this period. However, he is not good enough when compared to the three S-level supernatural events.

Headquarters.

If the circle of friends knew nothing about the end of this catastrophe, then Cao Yanhua and Wang Xiaoming at the headquarters knew everything. They saw with their own eyes how Cao Lao suppressed two S-level ghosts with his own strength, brought back the ghost coffin, and raised Li Jun to an unimaginable height...

"Mr. Cao has too many secrets hidden in him."

Wang Xiaoming said in his heart.

"If he is willing to reveal some supernatural information..."

Wang Xiaoming's eyes flickered. In his eyes, Old Cao was a walking treasure trove, a top ghost handler who had lived for decades. His understanding of the supernatural was definitely far ahead of everyone else.

"The person lying in the ghost coffin is no longer a ghost, but Wei Jing. When the time is right, he will wake up and master the supernatural power of the ghost in the coffin."

In the isolation room opposite Wang Xiaoming, there was a pitch-black coffin. The lid of the coffin was missing. Through the surveillance, one could clearly see a man wearing the uniform of the headquarters manager lying quietly in the coffin, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

"Keep observing and notify me immediately if anything happens."

After a moment, Wang Xiaoming instructed his assistant that he couldn't waste all his time observing a corpse, as there were still many experiments to be done. If the cases of Yang Jian and Li Jun could be replicated, the headquarters would be able to mass-produce top ghost riders.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Meanwhile, the Office of the Deputy Minister.

Mr. Cao also brought great shock to the deputy minister. It was the first time he knew that a ghost rider could achieve such a level. In ancient times, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a god.

"I hope Mr. Cao can always stand on the side of the headquarters."

Cao Yanhua took a deep puff of his cigarette. This was the issue that worried him the most right now, because Old Lady Cao was so mysterious. The headquarters couldn't find any files on him, and they had no idea about the supernatural powers he possessed. This unknown made him feel uneasy.

"Clean up the area around Mr. Cao's residence. If you have arranged for other personnel, move them to other places so as not to disturb Mr. Cao's peace and quiet."

"clear."

After receiving the order, the assistant quickly began to make arrangements. The catastrophe that swept across the entire Dajing City was witnessed by everyone at the headquarters. It was not a dream but a real disaster that had actually happened.

The casualties in Dajing City were not fake, it was just that the damage to the city was restored and covered up by supernatural forces.

Dahan City, Ghost Post Office.

"The plan failed. That old guy is so powerful that he even suppressed the ghost painting. It seems I have to go to the Ghost Lake."

A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, wearing a Zhongshan suit, was muttering something.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he resolutely walked out of the ghost post office, and a dark and winding path appeared out of nowhere. At the end of the path, the outline of a building could be vaguely seen. It seemed to be an ancient town.

Otsu City, Beichen Building.

"I didn't expect the headquarters had such a trump card. Mr. Cao is more powerful than anyone could imagine. If we can establish a good relationship with him..."

The person in charge, Cao Yang, paced back and forth in his office. As the nephew of the deputy minister, although his identity was kept secret, he was still able to get a lot of inside information.

"Although I have become the captain, I still lack some ruthlessness and murderous intent compared to those ghost riders who struggle in their own cities. Moreover, they may have housed a lot of supernatural objects and have many hidden cards."

"Although my uncle can provide me with some help, he is not the only one who has the final say in the headquarters. He can't just give me the real good things. I have to have my own trump card."

Think about it.

Cao Yang decided to find time to visit the old man in person. If he could coax him into submission, it would not be impossible for him to throw a few supernatural items to him with a wave of his hand.

"The most important thing is to find a way to solve this curse."

A dark brown human skin appeared in Cao Yang's hand, with faint handwriting on it. It was not Yang Jian's human skin paper, but a curse. Cao Yang picked up this paper in a supernatural event, and ended up being entangled by a fierce ghost who looked like a peddler in the Republic of China, and they would never stop until they died.

"The deadline for the next transaction is running out. After visiting Mr. Cao, we must find the ghost as soon as possible."

……

Abandoned old house.

After a brief thought, Yang Jian had a bold idea.

"If you want the Corpse Bride to remove the music box curse, you just need to make sure there is only one ghost in me."

In the darkness, Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

This idea is very bold, and there is even a possibility that I will die as soon as I start to implement it. But now that things have come to this, hesitation will mean death, but giving it a try may not mean death.

"It's not the first time I've risked my life anyway."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, and under his feet, the dark and tall ghost quietly stood up, almost blending into the dark environment. However, there were several scarlet ghost eyes on the ghost's body, which were particularly eye-catching in Yang Jian's eyes.

"I'll give you both the ghost shadow and the ghost eye, and see if you can handle it."

next moment.

Yang Jian stretched out his palm, and there was a ghost eye in his palm.

As early as in Huanggang Village, the human skin paper had given a plan to control the ghost, which was to use the ghost eye as a nail and pierce it into the ghost's body. However, at that time, the human skin paper also mentioned that if the ghost got another body, he would lose control and control the ghost eye instead.

"I don't think the ghost is as scary as the corpse bride."

Yes.

This is why Yang Jian dared to do this.

He believed that the ghost's horror would not be greater than that of the Corpse Bride. Even if the ghost was allowed to invade, the Corpse Bride would be the only one who could suppress it.

"Send away the eight ghost eyes, leave the last ghost eye in the ghost hand, and then let the ghost hand hold the ghost bride's hand to complete the ghost marriage."

Yang Jian transferred three ghost eyes to the ghost shadow. Fortunately, the ghost shadow had already died. Even after obtaining eight ghost eyes, it only became agitated and did not revive immediately.

Under Yang Jian's control, the tall ghost shadow slowly walked towards the skinny mummified bride. Eight scarlet ghost eyes flickered in the darkness with an inexplicable creepy aura.

The two terrifying ghosts exuded a chilling chill that went straight to the bone. The Mummy Bride's footsteps also stopped as the ghosts approached. Under the red veil, she seemed to be looking at this strange-looking ghost.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yang Jian took out the shroud. This was the last step of the plan: after the mummy bride summoned away the music box curse, he would suppress it with the shroud.

"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God, and I, Yang Jian, have done it!"

(End of this chapter)