Mysterious Resurrection: Proof from the Red and White Duo

Chapter 105 You projected Zhang Dong's old house onto me? (4K)

Leave the second fork in the road.

The surface of Ghost Street grew increasingly dark.

Thin wisps of mist drifted in from somewhere, wandering through the ghost street and obscuring the view.

"Brother Chu, all the ghost shops on this ghost street that seem to be open have disappeared, not even the lights are on. Something feels off."

Yan Li was cautiously surveying his surroundings.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps appeared in front of them on the street.

Because of the thick fog, neither of them could see clearly, and they could only vaguely make out a few intricate figures carrying something.

"It's a paranormal phenomenon, be careful."

Chu Mo focused his mind; his intuition told him that the group of figures was dangerous.

Because these people didn't walk on the crossroads, but wandered directly on the ghost street.

While they were thinking, the distance between the figure and the two people had shortened considerably again, and they were now less than 100 meters apart.

The scent of incense wafted from afar, and Chu Mo sniffed it, finding nothing strange about it.

But Yan Li, though covering his suit with paper, looked rather unpleasant.

"Brother Chu, the blood on your suit is stirring."

However, before he could finish speaking, Chu Mo felt a tugging motion on his left hand.

The ghost bride suddenly decided to break free from the hand-holding arrangement.

To be precise, the ghost was influenced in some way and instinctively went in a certain direction.

Chu Mo looked in that direction, which happened to be where the figure on the other side was located.

With a stern face, he exerted slight force with his palm, and the suppressive power of the ghost messenger was applied to the ghost bride, holding her firmly in his grasp.

"It seems to be a problem with the incense offerings. I myself was not affected by the death caused by the vengeful ghost, but both the severe ghost blood and the ghost bride are on the verge of complete recovery or imminent recovery, so the impact is more obvious."

As Chu Mo thought this, his footsteps were already close at hand.

At this moment, the fog that had been obscuring the street dissipated on its own, as if clearing a path for things to go through in the middle of the street.

In the darkness, five small children, resembling dead infants, walked towards them with their hands raised.

The five ghost children occupied different positions, some at the front and some on the side, making it look quite messy.

But their hands were neatly raised in mid-air, supporting a huge black lacquered coffin.

Little devils carrying a coffin?

Chu Mo's expression changed, and such a thought popped into his mind.

It seemed that because the two were standing on the street, the group of little ghosts carrying the coffin all looked in their direction at the same time.

There were no eyes, only dark eye sockets. Most of the skin on the face was rotten, and a numb smile even appeared on it.

next second.

The fog rolled in again, and by the time Chu Mo could see clearly, Yan Li was gone.

He turned to look at the group of passing kids and found that there was an extra figure among the original five.

Moreover, because of the extra figure, the coffin being carried swayed precariously, as if it would fall at any moment.

This is a phenomenon caused by differences in altitude.

Without a doubt, Yan Li had already joined the coffin-carrying team.

"It seems these things came here specifically to find coffin bearers."

Chu Mo's face was cold as he slightly raised his right hand and waved it in the air.

If anyone were there at that moment, they would have seen Chu Mo seemingly greeting, or perhaps bidding farewell to, the group carrying the coffin.

Strangely, the coffin-carrying procession, which had been heading away into the distance, seemed to be affected and instinctively stopped.

As the coffin turned around, it turned right back.

The mist dissipated again, and the little ghosts carrying the coffin turned their heads around once more.

This time, six figures appeared simultaneously, and Yan Li, just like these ghostly things, turned his head and stared blankly at himself.

This guy has already been affected.

Chu Mo withdrew his summoning motion and released the ghost rope from his waist.

The sky was filled with straw ropes that fell instantly, covering the entire Ghost Street.

The little devils in the middle of the street were unsurprisingly attacked by the ghost rope, which attempted to lift them into the air.

Strangely, these little devils were only standing on tiptoe, with their necks held by straw ropes, in a raised position, but they were not actually hanging in mid-air.

It seemed that the coffin in the mirror had suppressed the group of little ghosts, which prevented the ghost rope from succeeding in its attack.

Fortunately, because Yan Li was relatively tall, he was pulled halfway out by the ghost rope.

His entire body is now half-suspended in the air, with only his toes hooked under the coffin lid.

Because the influence of being carried in a coffin was gone, Yan Li's consciousness was restored.

Ghost blood oozed from his toes, and under the suppression of the ghost blood, he instantly broke free from the coffin's restraints.

However, Yan Li did not leave because of this; instead, he kicked the coffin.

With a loud bang, and empowered by the ghost blood, the five little ghosts below all fell to one side as the coffin tilted.

However, because of the incense ash on the coffin, the group of little ghosts quickly ran over again.

Instead of carrying the coffin, they surrounded it, seemingly eating the incense ash on it.

Seeing this, Chu Mo directly swung the Source Ghost Rope towards the other party's neck, similar to the technique of lassoing a bull, and fortunately the landing point was accurate.

With a surge of force, Yan Li was pulled towards Chu Mo by the ghost rope.

After landing on the ground, Chu Mo retrieved the straw rope.

"Be careful, the incense ash on that coffin has a strong attraction to ghosts, and it seems to affect their consciousness. You were just corrupted."

Chu Mo reminded him, and at the same time gave the other party two talismans, which contained the spirit of the mourning cap and could temporarily resist attacks of consciousness.

"Thanks, Brother Chu."

Yan Li took the talisman, still feeling lingering fear. The five little ghosts weren't scary; what was scary were the incense ash on it and the things inside the coffin.

Chu Mo turned to look at the group of little ghosts still eating incense ash, and released the ghost rope in his hand once more.

This time, without the coffin to suppress them, the five little devils were quickly and easily subdued.

He strung the five ghosts together on a rope and walked toward the black coffin.

It seems that besides coffin shops, there are many other similar items outside of the haunted place.

Moreover, almost every coffin in a haunted place contains a ghost.

The same applies to the ghost messengers in the ghost coffin and the source ghost in the ghost lake.

Looking at the few remaining incense ash, Chu Mo had originally intended to take some back, but now there was no need for that.

He placed his hand on the coffin and felt it. It wasn't much different from a normal coffin. It was the things inside that were affecting Yan Li and the five little ghosts.

The coffin lid was left slightly ajar and not fully opened, but even so, it still posed a great danger.

At the very least, Chu Mo's consciousness was already disturbed, and he couldn't help but want to lift the coffin.

If this happened in the real world, it's hard to imagine how many people would be affected and die one after another on the way to be carried in their coffins.

"I wonder if this thing has any connection to that foreign king codenamed 'The Coffin Bearer'?"

He closed the coffin lid completely, and the interference at the level of consciousness quickly dissipated.

Chu Mo was considering how to deal with this thing.

Simply leaving it here won't do; selling it to a coffin shop would probably be a good deal.

So he tied the coffin to the ghost rope in the same way and had Yan Li pull it.

Once bound by gold leaf, the ghost rope is not much different from an ordinary rope. Only after it is removed will the ghost on the rope fully revive.

As we approached the intersection of Road 10, the fog grew even thicker.

There are basically no other shops still open in the surrounding area.

Fortunately, there were very few anomalies on this street, and almost none of them occurred spontaneously in the middle of the road.

And so the two continued their journey, passing two more intersections before stopping on 16th Street.

"Brother Chu, the road to Ghost Street is blocked."

Yan Li walked forward to take a look, and found that what lay ahead was not a street paved with bluestone bricks, but a wasteland.

In other words, the direction of Ghost Street changes somewhat here.

There were many figures on the wasteland ahead; they seemed to be wandering ghosts, clearly indicating an unknown, haunted place.

If we want to continue, we can only choose between the two paths, left and right.

Chu Mo opened the terminal and pulled the second generation into it.

"I'm at the intersection of 16th Street on Ghost Street now, but the road ahead ends. Which way do I go?"

The second generation looked at the synchronized screen, but pointed to the wasteland ahead and said, "Keep going forward. This wasteland should be a projection of Ghost Street. The deeper you go, the more projections there will be on the street. Although these are just figmented illusions, they actually exist in other parts of the haunted place. Moreover, the ghosts inside may invade. In short, it's better to be careful."

"Projection?"

Chu Mo thanked him, disconnected the terminal, and couldn't help but think of the bronze mirror he had found at the reservoir.

For him, all he needs to do is avoid projecting endless graveyards and old houses from the Republican era.

He didn't want to be walking along when Zhang Chuan, who lived in the old house, suddenly noticed him and then casually erased him like an eraser.

With my current abilities, I am not capable of judging that guy.

"Keep moving forward, the road is still there, it's just that your vision is impaired."

Stepping onto the barren ground, Chu Mo took the lead and walked forward.

Walking alongside these loitering figures, Chu Mo frowned.

He always felt that these figures were real and existed beside him, a feeling that projection couldn't achieve.

Yet, despite touching these things, he was not attacked.

This feeling of being both fake and real made him very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, after walking through the wasteland, we arrived at 19th Street, where there was a hospital. The hospital ward had lights on, though not many, which meant that the hospital was still operating.

If you keep walking, Ghost Street is no longer Ghost Street, but rather a series of scenes projected from the street.

After passing the hospital, you soon come to a village, followed by a wheat field.

When they arrived at intersection number 28, this time, Chu Mo chose to stop.

His face looked very pale.

Because what you fear most is what happens; the scene projected at intersection number 28 is precisely the old Republican-era house where Zhang Dong lives.

If he had a choice, he would rather choose Luo Qian's endless graveyard.

"Should we continue down this path?"

Chu Mo hesitated. He didn't think much of other scenes, but Zhang Dong's old house was different.

This thing can actually find its way through the projection medium.

However, Ghost Street No. 31 is already very close. Just cross this street and you will reach the location of the second generation.

Having already ventured this far, I don't want to waste all my previous efforts.

However, if we leave it like this, the projection won't change, and thus we'll reach a stalemate.

Yan Li looked ahead and saw a dense forest standing there like a maze. The surrounding fog was so thick that even standing at the end of the intersection of No. 25 Road, he could not see the whole picture. He could only vaguely see an old house built in the forest.

He also sensed the danger of this place.

At the very least, the demon blood is more restless than ever before.

"What should we do, Brother Chu? Should we keep going?"

Yan Li asked at this moment.

"Come on, we've come all this way, we have to see it through."

Chu Mo hesitated for a moment, but decided to continue exploring.

Just as he said, since we're already here, if we slink back like this, who knows what kind of terrifying scene will be projected the next time we come in.

The images of the old house might even replace the previous intersections.

Besides, it was just a projection; he hadn't actually broken into anyone's house. He didn't believe Zhang Dong was so nosy that he would attack him even through a projection.

They could just pack up and go.

Chu Mo led the ghost bride into the dense forest.

It seemed that the branches and leaves of the old tree began to sway as soon as the two entered, as if to welcome them.

This was completely different from the images that had appeared before. The previous images felt to Chu Mo like two completely different layers.

Everyone goes their own way; the scene may be there, but it doesn't affect them.

But this grove of trees seemed to sense that someone was approaching.

The rustling of leaves rose and fell, and without being able to use the Ghost Domain, the road was quite long.

With so many trees providing cover, one could easily get lost if you took the wrong step.

Chu Mo dared not relax for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps began to echo through the woods, as if someone was walking in the forest and heading in their direction.

The footsteps were heavy, like they were hitting the ground, and sounded very dull.

"Is it a ghost from this forest?"

Chu Mo squinted as he walked through the groves of trees, but he couldn't shake off the footsteps behind him.

After a short while, they stopped walking.

The sound was almost within ten meters of the two of them.

"Brother Chu, something's getting closer!"

"Stay close to me, and don't look back."

Chu Mo kept a straight face. He could sense that the source of the footsteps behind him was terrifying, as if he would be attacked if he turned around.

When you're in an old house, it's not really necessary to care about whether it's a projection or not.

"But....

"But what?"

"But I didn't look back. The voice was right next to me, and it wasn't a ghost. It sounded like... a living person?"

"What?"

Chu Mo stopped abruptly and looked in the direction the other person was looking.

Then they saw an old man dressed in a loose robe, looking completely out of place in modern times, standing under a tree nearby.

The old man was holding a red wooden axe, seemingly chopping down a tree.

The dull thuds that had been coming from earlier were actually coming from that tree.

Moreover, with the appearance of this old man, the rustling of leaves fell silent, and there was no more wind in the forest.

Looking at the old man, Chu Mo gasped.

Without a doubt, the only living person in the old house besides Zhang Dong is no one else.

The person in front of me is Zhang Dong.

At this point in time, the old man was not dead. His tall figure seemed to be able to live for a long time, giving people a sense of enduring vitality.

Just as Chu Mo was thinking this, the old man who had suddenly appeared, holding an axe and chopping down a tree, turned his head around.

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