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

Chapter 88 Another old monster?
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"Human? With this corpse stench and coldness, the one behind me is definitely not a human, but a ghost!"

As soon as Zhang Dongxing finished speaking, a strong stench of corpse wafted from behind Jiang Shan. The smell of a highly decomposed corpse was simply not something a living person could have.

Along with the stench of the corpse came a chill that was no less chilling than that emitted by a pigsty. This level of spiritual intrusion made Jiang Shan feel uneasy.

"Ghost, an extremely scary ghost is right behind me!"

After making a split-second judgment, Jiang Shan did not immediately turn back to check for the ghost's trace, but stood there motionless. He was not frightened out of his wits by the evil ghost.

"Since the ghost behind me has never attacked me, it means that I have never triggered its killing pattern. Ghosts will not appear behind me for no reason. Is its target me? Or that pigpen?" Jiang Shan, standing in place, analyzed quickly in his mind.

Without knowing the killing patterns of ghosts, minimizing unnecessary actions can greatly guarantee the chance of survival. This is why Jiang Shan is so cautious.
He had a premonition that once the ghost launched an attack, neither he nor Zhang Dongxing would be able to walk out of here alive.

"Zhang Dongxing! Stand still and tell me how far away the ghost is from me? Where is it in front of me? Which direction is it going?"

"Ghost? What ghost?"

Hearing Jiang Shan's words, Zhang Dongxing was stunned at first, then he suddenly thought of something, looked at the "figure" in front of him with horror, and said tremblingly:
"That person, no no no no, that ghost is five or six meters away from you. It's behind you on the right. I feel it wants to get into the pigpen. Look, little brother, is there a door there?"

The pigpen made of stone bricks is more than three meters high and has no windows for ventilation. It is like a huge stone coffin sitting in this mysterious place.

On the eerie dark brick wall, the most eye-catching things are the two half-human-high, blackened and rotten wooden boards that appear in a corner of the pigpen in the form of a door.

Jiang Shan had noticed this door a long time ago. After hearing Zhang Dongxing's words, he focused his attention there again.

All I could see through the gap between the two broken wooden boards was darkness.

There was dead silence and darkness where nothing could be seen.

"If Zhang Dongxing's judgment is correct, the ghost's target should not be me. But... forget it, Zhang Dongxing is unreliable, I will do it myself!"

Jiang Shan hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to turn back to confirm the ghost's movements.

If you don’t look back, you will die; if you look back, you will also die.

Even if the ghost was deliberately misleading him, Jiang Shan accepted it.

Not to mention that Zhang Dongxing was influenced by the ghost, it was hard for Jiang Shan to believe what he said.

Jiang Shan didn't even know whether he was a ghost slave or a living person.

If possible, he would never hand his life over to others, let alone someone who might be a ghost slave.

In many cases, ghost riders are gambling with their own lives, gambling on a possible outcome of survival, gambling on a outcome that will allow them to live longer.

"The ghost is right behind me right now. It's so cold and scary."

Cold sweat broke out on Jiang Shan's forehead. After making a decision, he slowly began to move to the right, and finally he saw the ghost from a certain angle.

Not far from him, a middle-aged man wearing dark shorts and covered with red pustules was moving slowly. He walked in a strange way, never lifting his feet, and his whole body was rubbing against the ghost soil.

On the male corpse, a wound started from the clavicle of his neck and extended diagonally downward to the waist. This hideous wound almost cut open his upper body.

The male corpse, whose upper body was "split in two", took a step, and the swaying organs that might fall out at any time made Jiang Shan tremble with fear. "This ghost did not launch an attack. It seems that its target is indeed the pigpen. Zhang Dongxing's intelligence is not too problematic. Is this... a butcher knife? What is it going to do?"

As the gaze moves downward
The strange-shaped butcher knife in the hands of the red-pus male corpse made Jiang Shan's eyes focus.

When he was a child in the countryside, he not only saw the slaughter of New Year pigs, but also participated in it many times.

Kill the pig, bleed it, hang it up, and dismember it.

He remembers every set of procedures clearly.

So when Jiang Shan saw the "pig hanging rack" and "pig slaughtering platform" on the other side of the mud room and the pig slaughtering knife in the male corpse's hand, a familiar feeling surged in his heart.

"It seems that Zhang Dongxing and I are the only two living people here." He said to himself with self-mockery.

After glancing at Zhang Dongxing who was standing there shivering, Jiang Shan then turned his gaze to the red-pus male corpse.

Not surprisingly,

This red-pus male corpse should be the manager of this mysterious place.

"The ghost in his body has not been dismembered and still maintains an extremely high level of terror. Could it be that he is using the ghost in his own body to suppress this place like Li Qingzhi?" Jiang Shan couldn't help but think as he stared at the male corpse.

According to the habits of the people of the Republic of China in dealing with evil spirits,
Those who are capable, such as Zhang Dong, chose to suppress the haunted house before his death; the cemetery owner Luo Qian guarded a mysterious place alone; and Li Qingzhi guarded the Caesar Hotel after his death.

Even if they are dead, they still use the ghosts controlled in their bodies to guard some spooky place to prevent a large number of evil spirits from escaping. Although it will not last too long, it does reduce the speed at which evil spirits erode reality.

People like Luo Wensong were forced to dismember the evil ghost in his body to prevent the knocking ghost from becoming too terrifying and causing unimaginable harm to the country.

"No, it's different. Li Qingzhi is more like suppression. Caesar Hotel is different from here."

The "ghost-sending" ghost porcelain girl, the "ghost-restricting" ghost soil, and the "ghost-suppressing" hanging pig rack are all going on in an orderly manner. If I can't handle these things after I die, I will definitely erase this place. Otherwise, who knows what kind of ghost will be formed when the ghosts that cannot be imprisoned gather together? "Jiang Shan's eyes flickered.

"All this shows that the slaughterhouse can still deal with ghosts. So according to the so-called pig-killing process, the next step is to 'kill ghosts.'"

But ghosts cannot be killed.
So the only thing that can make a ghost appear "dead" is a computer crash!

"It seems that the slaughterhouse is the core of this mysterious place, but what role does the red pus male corpse play in it? A butcher, or..."

Jiang Shan, who was thinking, was suddenly attracted by Zhang Dongxing's panicked voice.

"The ghost has stopped! Little brother, the ghost has stopped!"

Jiang Shan's eyes focused and he found that the male corpse had stopped. After a few seconds, it slowly raised the hand holding the butcher knife and then swung it fiercely at the air.

"This ghost is attacking. Something has triggered its killing pattern. It's not me or Zhang Dongxing, could it be the ghost? So was it attacking a ghost just now?" Jiang Shan guessed in his heart.

Time passes minute by minute,
In three minutes

Under the gaze of Jiang Shan and Zhang Dongxing, the male corpse pushed open the door of the pigsty and disappeared into the dead silence and darkness.

(End of this chapter)