Mysterious Resurrection: Red and White Evils

Chapter 41 Red and White Demons
On a deserted mountain road, a strange team is moving forward.

From afar, a group of people, either wrapped in white cloth or red cloth, were moving forward.

There were four figures, one in red and one in white, playing suona in front and behind the team.

Their steps were stiff, their complexion was gray, their eyes were dull, and the only sound in the entire team was the sobbing.

But what was even more bizarre was that in the middle of the team, there was a vermilion coffin carried by eight people, four in red and four in white.

A man in white mourning clothes was kneeling on a vermilion coffin. His face was covered by a cloth with a crying face painted on it, so it could not be seen clearly.

In front of the coffin, a dozen figures in mourning clothes were kneeling in front of the coffin in an orderly manner.

Whenever the coffin passed a group of kneeling figures, he would walk back to the end of the kneeling group and kneel again.

At the same time, in front of the coffin, four people were carrying a wooden board on their shoulders, on which a bride was kneeling, holding a spirit tablet with a photo of the deceased in her hand.

As the team moved forward, yellow papers strangely fell from the sky. After touching the ground, the yellow papers quickly turned into ashes. However, it was obvious that these yellow papers had not been burned!

Logically speaking, there were only about twenty people in the team, and they had to carry various things, so the speed of progress should not be very fast.

But neither the people carrying the coffin nor the people carrying the wooden board seemed to feel the weight, and no matter how they moved forward, their steps never stopped.

The sound of the suona in the team was even more bizarre. There was almost no rhythm. The suona just played without any pause.

It’s as if the person playing the suona has no understanding of music and doesn’t need to breathe.

As the team moved forward, suddenly, several figures appeared not far from the team.

The figure kneeling on the coffin seemed to have noticed the changes in the team, and he twisted his face, which was covered by the veil.

Although his face was covered by the white cloth, he seemed to see several new figures appearing in the team.

"Huh? There are still people in the mountains in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Hao looked at the extra people in the team with some confusion.

There were two men and one woman. One of the men was holding a camera and seemed to be a photographer.

But now they all looked extremely sad, with tears on their faces, following the dozen or so ghost slaves who were worshipping the coffin in front of them.

Suddenly, at this moment, another figure wrapped in white cloth appeared in front.

It was a man, his whole body wrapped as if in a white sheet, with only his pale face exposed.

"ghost?"

Zhang Hao looked at the new members of the team, then looked at the figures in front of him, and quickly guessed the general situation.

These unlucky guys must have encountered a ghost in the mountains, but when they ran to the roadside, they ran into Zhang Hao's team.

After hearing the cries of the ghost slaves in the team as they knelt down, they were unable to resist and were killed by the cries, becoming part of the ghost slaves who were seeing off the funeral.

The ghost in front must have snatched its target, so a conflict arose between the two sides.

"White cloth? That's just right. The wooden board under the bride is still short of a piece of cloth."

Zhang Hao looked at the ghost in front of him without taking any action. Even the ghost bride in front of him did not move.

The ghost slaves carried the coffin and walked straight towards the ghost.

Just when he was about to come into contact with the ghost, Zhang Hao on the coffin took out a white porcelain wine jug and poured a glass of wine.

Soon, a ghost slave carrying a coffin took the glass of wine and presented it to the ghost.

The advancing team also stopped at this moment. The strange crying became louder and louder, and began to cover the sound of suona.

The white cloth ghost stood there, and did not move when the ghost slave handed over the wine. The two sides seemed to be in a stalemate. After a long time, the white cloth ghost made a new move.

A distorted and sad expression appeared on the pale face. It knelt on the ground, stretched out a pair of pale and bloodless hands from under the white cloth, took the wine and drank it.

After drinking this glass of wine, blood appeared on the white cloth ghost's face, and his eyes slowly closed and stopped moving, just like a drunk person.

The team moved forward again.

However, when the ghost bride passed by the white cloth ghost, a ghost slave carrying a wooden board pulled the white cloth off the white cloth ghost and placed it on the board.

The moment the white cloth touched the wooden board, it began to spread out automatically.

Soon, the wooden board was wrapped with white cloth.

At the four corners of the wooden board, several pieces of white cloth, which clearly had no support, hung down from the air strangely.

The four white curtains connected together looked like a sedan chair without a roof and open on all four sides.

All this happened so quickly that the team barely changed at all, except for the addition of three people who were neither wearing mourning clothes nor wrapped in red cloth.

When the team left, only a person with a ruddy face and closed eyes was left kneeling on the mountain road.

No, besides this, there should be another camera left there.

"What a joke!"

"A ghost was just dealt with by the Red and White Devils?"

"And the photo on the memorial tablet held by the ghost bride, isn't that Zhang Hao?"

Yang Jian stared at the screen in the live broadcast room, his face full of disbelief.

He remembered that spirit tablet. It should be the evil ghost controlled by the ghost rider named Guo Fan. How come it is in the hands of the ghost bride now?

And what about the wine? The ghost drank a glass of wine, and then the white cloth was torn off his body without any resistance.

Yang Jian watched everything that happened in the live broadcast room. According to his understanding, the piece of white cloth should be very important to the ghost.

Meanwhile, HQ.

"What's going on? Why is this live broadcast room only being noticed now?"

Cao Yanhua stared at the computer screen, a live broadcast room without any sound, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

"Deputy Minister Cao, the ghost in the live broadcast room is the same as the ghost face of Tong Qian, and can kill people through the transmission of sound."

"In this live broadcast, everyone who heard the crying has been killed. No one was able to report the news."

Next to Cao Yanhua, a man in a suit whispered.

Hearing this, Cao Yanhua was silent for a while.

It had not been long since Tong Qian's ghost smile murder case happened, so of course he was aware of this kind of supernatural horror.

The red and white evil spirits in the live broadcast room have a crying sound similar to the ghost smiley face's laughter, and can kill people through the sound transmitted through the live broadcast.

In just a short while, even though the headquarters had discovered it in time, the crying still caused huge casualties.

"Go investigate."

"Also, investigate the Red and White Devils' route. We must not allow this ghost to continue to act recklessly like this."

"Even if I can't imprison it after it's restarted, at least you have to find a way to confine it to a certain place to prevent its impact from spreading."

(End of this chapter)