Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

In an old house that had been abandoned for who knows how many years, Yang Jian transferred all of his ghost eyes to the ghost shadow, and the ghost shadow instantly sank into the body of the mummy bride.

This mummy-like body was not rejected by the headless ghost. On the contrary, after invading the Corpse Bride, the headless ghost instinctively wanted to control this body. Although the Mummy Bride did not have a ghost body, the ghost body was more in line with the ghost's requirements, and it now did not want to leave this body.

The corpse bride's movements were not affected by the ghost invasion. She slowly raised a dry and stiff hand, preparing to wave.

"Just waiting for you."

The distance was close enough for Yang Jian to see the corpse bride's movements clearly, and he also stretched out the ghost hand.

At this moment, the man and the ghost touched each other, but the parts that actually touched were two real ghosts.

It was cold and hard. Yang Jian felt that he was not holding a hand, but more like he was holding a very rough stone.

Some kind of horrific attack was launched, and Yang Jian suddenly felt his body go cold, and his blood almost completely solidified. Even more bizarrely, Yang Jian clearly felt that his vitality was being extracted and stripped away bit by bit, but the curse of the music box prevented him from dying.

"When my body dies, it will be the turn of the music box curse to be called away."

The hand holding was successful, but Yang Jian did not stop his actions. He suppressed the uneasy emotions in his heart and forced himself to get closer and closer to the mummy bride. The distance between the man and the ghost was rapidly shortening. Yang Jian could even feel the cold breath emanating from behind him.

"This is the final step."

In the darkness, an old shroud was unfolded.

Yang Jian wrapped himself and the mummified bride with a shroud, and his ghost hand never let go during the process.

"Life and death, success or failure, depends on this one move."

After doing all this, Yang Jian's body could no longer hold on, and he became as skinny as a mummy bride. His vitality was completely deprived, and it was only the music box curse that was keeping Yang Jian's consciousness hanging.

Zhongzhou City, Taiping Ancient Town.

Some streets in the ancient town are newly built, but when Zhongzhou City funded the construction of this ancient town, it also retained the historical features of the ancient town. Some old streets and old buildings are also well preserved.

However, this ancient town is not as peaceful and stable as its name suggests, otherwise Zhang Xianguang would not have come here.

Zhang Xianguang opened his ghost den without any concealment, instantly covering the entire ancient town.

As the old buildings around gradually disappeared from sight, an incredible scene appeared. An old street with a very old feel became clearer as the surrounding buildings blurred, as if it gradually emerged from some mysterious place that did not exist in reality.

As Zhang Xianguang stepped onto the ancient street, he disappeared into reality.

After a while.

Several figures appeared at the place where Zhang Xianguang disappeared: a tall faceless man without facial features; a man in his fifties or sixties, wearing an old cloth hat and looking a little old; a middle-aged woman wearing old clothes from the last era and looking very old.

The last one was a one-eyed old man with a slightly hunchback, and his only eye was a pale and turbid color.

"Someone broke into Ghost Street."

Boss Liu, who was wearing a cloth hat, was the first to break the silence.

"How dare you break into Ghost Street in broad daylight right under our noses? Do you really think there is no one in our Taiping Ancient Town?"

The laundry lady Wang Mingyu said swearingly.

The faceless man stretched out his hand and gestured in the air, while Boss Liu acted as an interpreter on the side.

"He said that since that person dared to do this, it means he has the confidence and we may not be able to afford to offend him."

These words were spoken to He Liansheng, after all, he was the one in charge of Taiping Ancient Town.

"He's right. We really can't afford to offend you. If you guys really had some great abilities, you wouldn't have chosen to live in Taiping Ancient Town for the rest of your lives. You wouldn't have been unknown in the supernatural circle." Before He Liansheng could say anything, Zhang Xianguang had already returned, with a paper boat in his hand.

"It's you?"

He Liansheng recognized the other person's identity and his expression became solemn. Even if we don't consider the person with all the power behind Zhang Xianguang, he himself is one of the top ones in the supernatural circle.

"I'm not interested in arguing with you, and you'd better not meddle in other people's business."

Zhang Xianguang did not hide his arrogance. These ghost riders in Taiping Ancient Town were almost of the same generation as him, but they had no real strength and were not even second-rate at that time.

"We don't care what you want to do, but you can't affect the stability of Taiping Ancient Town. Otherwise, I will fight you even if it costs me my life."

He Liansheng said.

"It's not your turn to teach me how to do things."

Zhang Xianguang snorted coldly. Since He Liansheng had already expressed a compromising attitude, he did not intend to waste time here. He opened the ghost den and left directly.

"Lao He, are you just going to let him go like this?"

Wang Mingyu asked.

"What else? Do you use the ghost cave to lead us to stop him, or do I spend all my money to summon a few old monsters to kill him?"

"The man behind him is the most perverted old monster in the entire Republic of China. He wouldn't be afraid even if I summoned all those who left their spirit tablets here."

He Liansheng was obviously a little angry, but he didn't dare to lose his temper in front of Zhang Xianguang. He could only say a few words to his companions to calm down.

Wang Mingyu was left speechless by his retort and stopped talking angrily.

Zhang Xianguang did not go far when he left, but came to a ferry with a long history, and threw the paper boat into the water.

The strange thing is that the paper boat did not sink due to the moisture. Instead, it stayed steadily on the water, swaying slightly with the waves.

"Wu Chen, come to Taiping Ancient Town."

Zhang Xianguang stood at the ferry, took out his cell phone and sent a message.

The other party responded with an emoji almost instantly.

……

Dazhou City.

There was a winding path in the dark old forest, and at the end of the path was an old house. The door of the old house was open, as if the owner had just gone out and would be back soon.

At the same time, the old house was abandoned.

"Huh? The old house in Zhangdong has been occupied by someone else?"

Cao Yang, who was on the bus, suddenly sat up.

In this life, he is the chess player, responsible for the layout of Yang Jian, and Zhangdong Ancient House is the place he pays special attention to, and he can detect any changes at the first time.

A strong murderous intent emerged in Cao Yang's eyes. As the person who guarded the supernatural land and suppressed the supernatural era, Zhang Dong's greatness needed no explanation, not to mention that Zhang Dong was also a senior whom Cao Yang admired.

Now that Zhang Dong is no longer in this world, Cao Yang will never allow anyone to desecrate the ancient house unless that person can inherit Zhang Dong's legacy.

(End of this chapter)