Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 62 Controlling the Bride (Subscription Request)

The last time he came here to listen, he directly used his ability to erase, and the effect was very significant.

Seeing that the area around the blood pool had become clean again, Zhang Xiansheng then pulled the mummified bride closer.

Compared to the red weeds growing around it and the human-faced trees, the ghost blood in the pool seemed very ordinary.

Zhang Xiansheng glanced at the human-faced trees around him, then turned and looked at the mummy bride.

He felt that the most important thing at this moment was the sense of ceremony, so he knelt down on one knee, took the bride's hand, and kissed it directly on the dark brown corpse skin.

The faint stench of corpse rushed into his nose, but he did not feel uncomfortable at all.

He stood up and walked closer, almost face to face, and kissed the other person's forehead through the red veil.

After doing all this, Zhang Xiansheng gritted his teeth and hugged the mummified bride.

At this moment, not only was ghost blood flowing on his hands, but his entire body was flowing with ghost blood.

The ghost blood was stained on the mummy bride's wedding dress and the red veil covering her head.

A gust of wind blew by, making the leaves on the surrounding trees rustle as if they were applauding.

Zhang Xiansheng held the mummified bride in his arms, turned sideways, and both fell into the pool of blood.

At first, only a strong smell of blood rushed into his nose, but soon the ghost blood in the pool rushed in, leaving only a feeling of suffocation.

Soon, he felt like he was falling.

Compared with the feeling of suffocation and falling, what made him most uncomfortable was that it seemed as if countless evil spirits were emerging from all directions around him.

These evil spirits wrapped him and the mummy bride tightly, making it impossible for anyone to get in.

Zhang Xiansheng had no idea how the mummy bride felt. He just felt as if he was about to melt and turn into a pool of blood.

I do not know how long it has been.

He was still holding the mummified bride tightly in his arms, his consciousness was neither blurred nor disappeared.

The surroundings seemed to have fallen into an inexplicable silence. The feeling of suffocation disappeared, and the feeling of wanting to melt myself into a pool of blood also disappeared. Only the feeling of falling remained.

Although he didn't look down, he instinctively thought there was an endless abyss below.

One hour, two hours...

Zhang Xiansheng and the mummified bride continued to sink, with no signs of revival.

Only the wedding dress on the mummy bride and the red veil on her head were stained blood red.

If it weren't for the exposed dark brown corpse skin tightly wrapped around the bones, one would have thought that Zhang Xiansheng was holding just a ball of human-shaped ghost blood.

Soon, the day passed and the pool was very peaceful.

The next day was still calm and nothing happened.

On the third day, there was still no change in the blood pool.

the other side.

Dahan City.

Colorful neon lights flickered, illuminating a vague building from the Republic of China period, which seemed to be a post office.

There were many figures standing on the first floor of the post office. Their clothes and attire seemed to have spanned several years, dozens of years, or even decades.

"You seem a little dazed?"

The person who was speaking appeared to be in his early twenties. The most important thing was that this person looked 70% similar to Yang Jian, except that his temperament was slightly different.

He exuded a calmness, composure, and a hidden edge.

"I just thought of some past events, that's all."

The person who answered was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. His hair was neatly combed and he was dressed neatly, but his attire and clothing style were out of tune with modern times and must have been several decades old.

The two fell silent.

at the same time.

In front of an old house with two lanterns hanging in front of the door, a figure in a black robe and holding a big knife stood there.

After a while, the figure gradually blurred and disappeared.

Outside Dachang City. Six days have passed since Zhang Xiansheng jumped into the blood pool with his mummified bride.

The blood pool remained unchanged, not even a bubble appeared.

If there was anything abnormal, it was probably that the blood pool was too calm, with nothing abnormal at all.

The area around the blood pool remained clean, with no red weeds growing, so naturally there were no blood corpses hiding in it.

In a pool of blood.

Zhang Xiansheng's consciousness had completely disappeared at some point, but he was still holding the mummified bride tightly in his arms, which seemed to have become an obsession.

The bride in his arms was no longer a mummy at some point. Her exposed skin was pale, and one could vaguely see the scarlet blood inside.

The seventh day passed and still nothing happened.

On the eighth day, a face fell off. It seemed to be a human skin mask...

Almost at the moment the human skin mask was taken off, the ghost blood in the blood pool began to surge.

Looking from the outside, a blood-red vortex appeared in the middle of the blood pool, and the ghost blood in the pool was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I do not know how long it has been.

Zhang Xiansheng slowly opened his eyes and saw blue sky and white clouds.

He glanced around and found himself lying in a pit, holding the mummified bride in his arms, no, it should be said that the ghost bride.

At this moment, the bride was no longer a mummy, and naturally the unique stench of a corpse was gone from her body.

Zhang Xiansheng sat up and looked at the bride in his arms, who was as quiet as a kitten.

He reached out and lifted a corner of the veil, revealing a pretty face, but her eyes were so scary and empty that it ruined the beauty.

He lowered his veil, and an inky black shadow spread out from under his feet.

next moment.

He and his bride stood outside the pit, and the backpack and the human skin mask were brought up with them.

The bride's wedding dress and red veil were brighter and a little creepy than before.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the area under his feet and within dozens of meters around him changed.

A river of scarlet blood appeared under his feet.

Zhang Xiansheng and the ghost bride were standing on the river of blood.

Apparently his plan to control the bride was successful, and he had successfully mastered the ghost blood, so he was now the groom.

He took the backpack in his hand. It had clearly been soaked in ghost blood, but there was no trace left on either the backpack or the things inside.

I had just pulled out the rusty coffin nail that was stuck in the rotten head.

A foul smell hit my nose.

The river water flowing under his feet reacted instantly, causing a wave of blood.

The blood wave hit the head, blowing it far away and sinking it into the blood river.

Zhang Xiansheng opened the golden body bag again and threw the shroud into the river of blood, along with the coffin nails and the human skin mask.

The entire blood river can be used for storage, and because of the special nature of ghost blood, not only supernatural-related things can be put in it, but also other things.

As for taking it, it is even simpler.

Almost instantly, a splash of blood appeared and the coffin nails flew out.

Zhang Xiansheng grabbed it, then let go, letting the coffin nails sink into the river of blood.

The gains go far beyond that.

The ghost bride who was sticking to the side suddenly moved. She stretched out a pale, faintly bloody hand and waved it towards the air.

　I owe 3000 and will pay it back tomorrow.

　　It's really, really too rushed.

　　This part of the plot is actually quite important, so it is written very slowly, mainly because of the subsequent connecting parts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)