Mysterious Resurrection: Proof from the Red and White Duo

The real world.

Midnight.

Xiaoqiang Club, Dachang City.

Inside a private room on the second floor of the villa, a group of strangely-looking people were gathered around a round table.

They were suddenly summoned, and their expressions were not good.

Because just recently, one of the members of his club was killed.

"I'd like to hear everyone's opinions about Ye Jun's death."

A man in a suit in the center of the conference table spoke.

This man is named Wang Xiaoqiang, the owner of Xiaoqiang Club, and also the younger brother of Wang Xiaoming, a professor of paranormal research.

He was both surprised and furious upon learning of Ye Jun's death.

Not to mention how famous his club is in the entire paranormal community, at least in Dachang City, not many people dare to provoke him like this.

Even Zhou Zheng, the previous city official, had to give me some face.

The person who killed Ye Jun didn't take his club seriously at all.

"As far as I know, Ye Jun was not killed by Yan Li, but by two other ghost tamers who were with him."

"Of these two, one is named Yang Jian and the other is named Chu Mo. Both of them are students who survived the incident at Dachang No. 7 Middle School."

"The one named Yang Jian took Zhou Zheng's satellite phone and has probably been invited by headquarters. He is very likely to replace Zhou Zheng as the next person in charge of Dachang City."

"As for Chu Mo, I don't know much about him, but without a doubt, they are all ghost controllers who recently emerged from supernatural events."

The ghost tamer named Zhang Han analyzed it.

"Two newbies dared to make a move even after Ye Jun had mentioned the club's name. This isn't a matter of understanding; it's that the other side didn't take us seriously at all."

Some of the ghost tamers expressed their dissatisfaction.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't speak, but instead looked at the man sitting next to him.

The other person was under thirty, looked quite mature, wore a thick coat, and had a somewhat arrogant expression on his face.

This person is Ye Feng, the only ghost tamer in the Xiaoqiang Club who can control two ghosts, and also one of the few dual-ghost tamers in the current paranormal circle.

Ye Feng crossed his legs, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and brazenly glanced at the other club members.

"Since the other party has threatened the club's reputation, the solution is already quite clear."

"Either leave it alone, or abort it now. I believe most of you will not choose the former, so the answer is already very clear."

Ye Feng said, "This is my opinion on this matter. If newcomers are not properly trained, it will be much more difficult to deal with them once they have become completely proficient in using the supernatural."

"Besides, when it comes to being in top form, no one can beat a newcomer who has just mastered a vengeful spirit."

After he finished speaking, the other club members all remained silent.

Because Ye Feng touched on a very real point, which is about state of mind.

Some of these ghost controllers are already close to recovery, and they may not even need to use their supernatural abilities a few more times before the ghosts within them completely recover.

The reason these people gathered together, besides seeking mutual support, was mainly to exploit the hard work of new ghost tamers by leveraging their seniority.

Strictness is a typical example of this.

This is an unspoken rule of the club, but now someone wants to overturn it. Can we agree to that?

The other ghost tamers nodded in agreement; none of them wanted their long-standing comfort zone to be disrupted by an outsider.

"In that case, let's use some methods on these two newcomers to make them understand that arrogance comes at a price."

A sinister glint appeared in Wang Xiaoqiang's eyes. This concerned the reputation of his club, and he had to teach the two newcomers a lesson no matter what.

The conversation on this side had ended, but on the other side, in an unknown supernatural place, Chu Mo was completely unaware that he had been targeted.

He sensed the supernatural presence of the mummified bride and the weeping grave ghost.

After getting back on the bus, under the influence of the supernatural bus, the balance that had been barely achieved within my body seemed to have stabilized.

The wedding dress summons the soul, the veil invades consciousness.

Kneeling in mourning clothes means certain death, and the mourning cap affects one's emotions.

In addition, there were indiscriminate attacks using face coverings.

Even setting aside the supernatural elements of the first and second generations, I still have the ability to establish myself in the current supernatural community.

I don't know how much time passed.

"The bus is about to stop again."

Yan Li noticed the lights coming on outside the window, and his expression finally changed.

"This scene is... Dachang City?"

Yang Jian was somewhat surprised, not expecting that they would come back after all this time.

But this is good, as it saves us time coming back.

The vehicle quickly came to a stop, the doors opened, and the quiet carriage was empty except for Chu Mo and his two companions.

They were lucky on this trip.

They didn't encounter a full load, nor did the car stall midway. As for the rare and unexpected situation of being stopped by a ghost, they still didn't come across them.

"Get off the bus."

Chu Mo glanced at the scenery outside the car, then got up, took his bride's hand, and led the way out.

However, he stopped when he arrived at the platform.

Yang Jian and Yan Li, who were following closely behind, were taken aback. They looked in the direction the other person was staring at and immediately became alert.

Because there was another person standing next to the bus stop at that moment.

Square mirror.

But at this moment, Fang Jing had lost his usual normalcy.

He looked strange, sitting blankly on the bench at the station. His skin was bluish-black, and his flesh was wrinkled like that of a person who had lost all nutrition.

When he saw Chu Mo and the other two get off the bus, he seemed surprised and instinctively stood up and took two steps back.

"Chu Mo, Yang Jian, you shouldn't be here?!"

Fang Jing forced out a chilling sound and, without any hesitation, ran straight towards the bus.

"What exactly happened to this guy?"

Yang Jian sensed that Fang Jing's condition was very strange. The last time he saw this person, he was clearly in good health.

"Stop him!"

Chu Mo's expression was solemn. He seemed to have guessed something and immediately used his Ghost Eye and Ghost Domain to get in front of Fang Jing.

Two figures, one in red and one in white, blocked the front door of the bus. Fang Jing took two steps back, a mechanical look of terror on his face.

"Why are you stopping me? You shouldn't be here, you..."

"You are not Fang Jing."

Chu Mo squinted, his tone very confident.

"No, I am Fang Jing, I am Fang Jing, I have always been Fang Jing!"

Fang Jing began to ramble, his eyes fixed on the bus behind Chu Mo, seemingly eager to get on.

Finally, after some probing, he took the initiative and attempted to attack Chu Mo.

He stretched his mouth out in a way that most people couldn't do, revealing a deep, gaping hole inside, as if he could swallow anything.

Yan Li and Yang Jian had already realized that the other party might no longer be alive.

So the two of them prepared to fight.

But Chu Mo was one step ahead of them; he had already raised one hand high and waved it slightly twice.

The supernatural trigger of the summoning of spirits.

moment.

Fang Jing seemed to freeze in place as if out of control.

The gaping maw instinctively closed, and a cry came from Fang Jing's lower abdomen—the voice of the ghost infant.