Mysterious Resurrection: Proof from the Red and White Duo

"Brother, you've only just opened my talisman shop and you've already pulled me in. What do you want?"

The second-generation speaker speaks very quickly, seemingly busy with business.

"Do you have any extra talismans that can ward off spiritual phenomena? I've run into some trouble and need to deal with it."

Chu Mo got straight to the point: in just one year, the second-generation shop had accumulated countless talismans, so there must be something he wanted.

"Fighting against supernatural phenomena related to consciousness... let me think..."

The second generation temporarily exited the terminal. He searched through the talisman shop for a while and quickly returned with a talisman.

"There's a high demand for consciousness-related talismans, and I only have one left. If you need more, I'll get you a few more tomorrow."

The second generation handed the only talisman to Chu Mo.

As the owner of the talisman shop, apart from opening at six o'clock every night, he would actively seek out evil spirits during his rest time and steal supernatural things from them.

"This talisman has stolen seven layers of the Soul-Hooking Ghost's supernatural power. Once your consciousness is invaded, the Soul-Hooking Ghost can firmly hook your consciousness, thus providing protection. It's worth 7 ghost coins on the market. I'm giving it to you as a large quantity."

The second generation explained the origin of this talisman.

"Is it a means of protecting oneself by hooking onto consciousness?"

Chu Mo nodded, put it away, thanked the other party, and did not disturb them any further before quickly logging out of the terminal.

With this talisman, even if it doesn't solve the problem of the dried-up corpse bride, it at least gives me a chance to prepare a backup plan in the fight.

Before he became drowsy, he dripped blood onto the soul-snatching talisman, activating the supernatural power within it ahead of time.

"Don't you really want me to be the groom? If you dare to come tonight, we might as well give it a try."

Chu Mo held the talisman in his palm. Once the dried corpse bride used the soul-summoning technique on him, the raised palm would immediately release the supernatural power within the talisman.

He checked outside the window and found that there were no paper figures hanging there as they had been yesterday.

Time passed by, second by second.

The room was completely silent.

Sleepiness, like the surrounding darkness, threatened to engulf Chu Mo.

Chu Mo's breathing was very even. After an unknown amount of time, his brows gradually furrowed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Although there were still staff on duty at the hotel front desk, very few people checked in after midnight.

The saleswoman was slumped over the table, looking drowsy.

Sizzle... Sizzle sizzle...

The lights suddenly dimmed, and the hotel lobby seemed to have prematurely closed.

"Is there a power outage?"

The saleswoman glanced at her phone; it was a quarter past midnight.

She yawned and was about to check the power switch when a figure suddenly stood at the front desk.

"Hello, are you looking for someone or checking into a hotel?"

The saleswoman stopped and asked the other person a question.

But after waiting for half a minute, the other party was still standing there without moving.

The saleswoman panicked a little; it was the middle of the night, and she was worried that some mentally ill patient might have wandered in.

So she turned on her phone's flashlight and shone it on the other person.

But the figure in front of him disappeared the next second.

A cold wind blew into the room, making her shiver.

"There was definitely someone here just now. It couldn't be that I was hallucinating from staying up late, could it?"

She checked again to make sure no one was there before turning and walking toward the control room.

ding dong~

The elevator bell rang when it arrived at the floor.

in the dark.

A pale light emanated from inside the elevator doors, casting a shadowy figure on the floor.

This means the hotel did not experience a power outage; only the light bulbs were broken.

The saleswoman stared at the figure, but the person didn't come out for a long time.

She couldn't help but say, "Hello, the elevator doors are already open."

however.

The only response she received was the strange sound of the elevator doors about to close.

The receptionist intended to go over and remind the other party herself, but the elevator doors had already closed.

So she went back to the front desk and pulled up the surveillance footage from the elevator she had just been in.

But after just one glance, his heart skipped a beat, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Paper...paper figure? How come there's a paper figure in the elevator?"

Her eyes didn't look away.

In the picture, a paper figure about one meter tall stands in the middle. The paper figure is dressed in a sedan chair outfit, with round blush on both sides and a faint upward curve at the corner of the mouth.

Even more strangely, the floor buttons inside the elevator were not lit up, yet it stopped on the eighth floor.

But there was no one outside on the eighth floor at that moment.

The saleswoman felt she had encountered a ghost, so she decided to record the surveillance footage.

Unfortunately, after the elevator doors opened on the eighth floor, the surveillance footage seemed to be interfered with by something, turning into black and white static.

When the screen returned to normal the next second, the paper figures inside had already vanished.

Eighth floor.

This is the floor where Chu Mo is located.

At this moment, in room 819, Chu Mo was lying peacefully on the bed, his brows furrowed, as if he were going through something very painful.

In a dream.

He was once again pinned to the bed, unable to move or call for help, like a person in a vegetative state.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door, and someone ignored the room key and barged in.

There were many footsteps, even twice as many as last night.

They squeezed into the room and kept walking back and forth around.

The familiar stench of corpses wafted back once more, and Chu Mo could feel that the talisman on his right hand had not come off.

The owner of the stench-filled body circled around and finally stopped at the head of the bed, gradually taking Chu Mo's left hand in his.

"Yes, that's it. Hold my hand, and you better hold it tight so I can have you tonight."

Chu Mo remained expressionless, but his heart was pounding wildly.

He did want to deal with the mummified bride; it would be even better if he had the chance to control her, which would save him the time of searching for consciousness-related supernatural phenomena.

The medium for summoning the spirit was activated, and Chu Mo's right hand instinctively began to rise and then swing.

The footsteps in the room seemed to quicken and become more anxious as a result.

Everything proceeded as it had last night.

However, the only difference was that Chu Mo now had an extra talisman on his right hand.

Moreover, the supernatural phenomenon was triggered the moment the talisman was raised.

suddenly.

A piercing wail echoed from the room in the dream, and a vengeful ghost with a ferocious face, dressed in white prison clothes and bound by chains, stood behind Chu Mo.

The ghost dragged a rusty grappling hook, but the hook had already been thrown and was now embedded deep in the flesh of Chu Mo's shoulder blade.

Pain swept through my entire body.

As if his soul had been hooked, Chu Mo's drowsiness was completely swept away.

Chu Mo exited the dream.

But he didn't open his eyes immediately because his left hand was still being held.

He wasn't sure if the mummified bride would disappear when he opened his eyes.

So, to be on the safe side, he directly used the supernatural powers within the first and second generations.

Two old ghosts appeared behind him.

Chu Mo closed his eyes, took out a three-yuan note from his pocket, and quickly threw it out.

"Help me resolve the source of the paranormal activity in my left hand."

The old man in the copper coin robe swayed slightly; he took the paper money but did not move.

"Seven...yuan...is still needed."

Vague, stiff words squeezed out of the old man in the copper coin robe.

"Does disposing of the mummified bride require ten yuan in paper money?"

Chu Mo was slightly surprised, but along with the surprise came a sense of joy.

Having a price means the other party can solve the problem, which is a good thing.

Ten yuan for ghost money is indeed a bit expensive, considering that dismembering the ghost that knocked on the door only cost three yuan in paper money.

This is equivalent to making that ghost act three times already.

Fortunately, the first generation had given me the reward in advance. After deducting the three yuan of paper money I had just spent, I had exactly seven yuan of paper money left.

Without any hesitation, he threw out all the paper money.

Almost the instant the old man in the copper coin robe finished collecting all the ghost money, four fierce ghosts wearing the characters "宣", "统", "通", and "宝" appeared together and came to Chu Mo's side.

Upon sensing the other party's palm retract, Chu Mo immediately confirmed that the old man in the copper coin robe had succeeded in his attack.