Mysterious Resurrection: I am Jiang Shang, commanding ghosts and becoming a god

Chapter 332 Breaking in
Countless corpses in costumes were hanging in the air like pork in a slaughterhouse, swaying slightly in a strange manner.
"Minister Jiang, my neck hurts so much! I seem to have been attacked by a ghost!" A ghost rider suddenly said in horror.

There was a sound of cloth tearing coming from his body. Under Jiang Shan's eyes, the three ghost riders had dark red silk wrapped around their necks. Countless "small bags" the size of fingernails protruded under the dark red satin.

"Use the supernatural to protect yourself!"

Jiang Shan reminded him and swung out his long whip, with the word "ghost" on the whip tip as red as blood.

Although he didn't know what the silk wrapped around the ghost rider's neck was, it was definitely a medium for some evil ghost, or even the evil ghost itself!

So he planned to use the word "ghost" and the black whip to lift up the silk. Although he was not clear about the abilities of these three ghost riders, it was somewhat a pipe dream for them to protect themselves here with their strength.

Rather than being killed by the evil ghost and thus exacerbating its resurgence, Jiang Shan was still willing to spend some effort to save it.

After all, living people are at least easier to deal with than emotionless ghosts.

Just as Jiang Shan lifted the strange silk wrapped around the second ghost rider's neck, the ghost rider on the far right suddenly twitched: "Minister Jiang, help..."

Before he could finish his words, his entire face was seen being eaten away by the costume, revealing the blue-gray paper skeleton beneath the skin. His skin began to peel off from his body bit by bit, as if it had been soaked and rotted paper money.

Jiang Shan whipped his head without hesitation, but what splashed was not blood, but paper money all over the sky.

"Zhang Hanlin! How did he turn into a paper man?!" The ghost rider, whose silk had just been lifted from his neck by Jiang Shan, was horrified when he saw the paper man's head falling to the ground without making any sound.

But the two survivors didn't have time to celebrate.

"bang~! bang~! bang~!"

The sound of bangzi came from deep in the ancestral hall.

The ghost domain of the dead-faced ghost had completely invaded the entrance of the ancestral hall at this moment. The moment Jiang Shan saw the real scene, the hair on the back of his neck stood up - all the hanging costumes were facing away from the gate, and dark blue fingers stretched out from the cracks in the back collars, beating on the beams in rhythm with the sound of the clappers.

He wanted to peek again, but Jiang Shan's behavior seemed to be noticed.

All those lifeless corpses suddenly turned their heads, and their empty, dead eyes all looked towards Jiang Shan, and the scene suddenly became still.

However, they did not make any other movements, as if they could not see Jiang Shan's existence and could only see a terrifying ghost face.

As if out of fear of the dead-faced ghost, the corpses reluctantly and slowly turned their heads back.

When Jiang Shan saw this strange scene, he had already guessed something in his heart. He glanced at the vermilion silk that had begun to rot hanging on the black whip, and immediately took back the ghost domain. At the same time, the scene just now quickly disappeared from his sight. The open space behind him was still empty, without any trace left.

"These silks were caused by a certain evil ghost, but not its true form. Moreover, it only attacked the three ghost riders, and I did not sense any supernatural power." "Those hanged actors seemed to be aware of my presence, but they did not actively attack me. This place is a bit weird."

Recalling the sudden change that had just happened, Jiang Shan had a strange expression on his face. He and the three ghost riders had done almost the same things since entering the ancestral hall. If what the three had done was in line with the evil ghosts' killing patterns, then he should have been attacked as well.

But not only that,
Instead, the evil spirit seemed to be avoiding Jiang Shan, and deliberately attacked other ghost riders, but spared him. This was what made Jiang Shan feel the most strange:
"But no matter what, there really was a ghost behind me just now, and there was more than one. I don't know when those ghosts appeared, and they only appeared after the play started. This may be a signal."

Although he seemed to be out of the matter, Jiang Shan did not let his guard down. He felt that the drama was not that simple.

However, his actions did not stop.

Jiang Shan knew very well the purpose of coming to this ancestral hall. Since he had already noticed that there was a big problem with the caisson, he would definitely go and see what was going on.

What he has to do now is not to avoid evil spirits, but to "kill ghosts".

When he first broke in, Jiang Shan felt that the layout of this ancestral hall was very strange. Its space was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

Twelve pillars stand in an orderly manner in various corners of the ancestral hall courtyard, and six side rooms are located on both sides of the only path leading to the main ancestral hall.

Even with such a layout, Jiang Shan could see the caisson in front of the main ancestral hall through the six side rooms at a glance, as if it was deliberately discovered. This was also the reason why Jiang Shan determined that there was a problem with the caisson.

Soon, they arrived near the first side room.

Now looking towards the caisson from where they were, the original path seemed to have turned into a bottomless dark corridor. Going along the path, they could see some rooms with open doors. Two of these rooms were abandoned, and their dilapidated appearance made people feel desolate at a glance. The remaining five rooms were intact, but closed. He even saw a light on in a side room.

"Get ready, first room." Jiang Shan stopped at this moment. He didn't care at all. He quickly approached the room next to him and kicked the door.

He had been prepared for a do-or-die battle since he entered the ancestral hall. He had to go to the problematic caisson and break into these rooms.

Jiang Shan didn't want any evil spirits to appear in these rooms and disgust him the moment he touched the caisson. Instead of feeling uneasy, he preferred to solve them one by one.

"Bang~!"

The half-open door slammed open. Because there was no light, it was pitch black inside from the outside and nothing could be seen. But then a rotten fishy smell came to the face, and then highly rotten arms suddenly stretched out from the darkness and grabbed Jiang Shan who was at the door.

A silver light instantly shot out from around Jiang Shan into the room, and the hand that was grabbing Jiang Shan seemed to be burned, and suddenly shrank back into the room the moment it came into contact with the silver light.

But it's easy to reach out, but it's not so easy to go back.

Jiang Shan's blood-red hand grabbed the arm, and then a black afterimage instantly fell on the arm.
(End of this chapter)