Mysterious Resurrection: Proof from the Red and White Duo

"Sir, we have newspapers from all eras. Buy them if you like."

The newspaper shop was small, similar to a roadside shop. As soon as the two entered, they heard a welcoming voice.

"Are all the shops in these places run by ghosts? This really overturns my understanding."

Throughout Yan Li's journey, whether it was a paper-making shop, a gambling den, or now this newspaper, none of the businesses he operated involved living people.

No wonder Brother Chu called this place Ghost Street.

Chu Mo went to the counter and glanced at the shelves of newspapers and magazines.

The shelves are made of mahogany and have five rows, each marked with a fixed date.

It existed from the beginning of the Republic of China to the end of the 20th century.

Perhaps because it is located in the deepest part of Ghost Street, isolated from reality for too long, no 21st-century newspapers have appeared.

As soon as Chu Mo and his companion entered, they saw the faceless man come out holding a newspaper marked with the year 38 of the Republic of China.

And I have already paid a four-dollar bill at the counter.

Chu Mo scanned it with his Ghost Eyes, but strangely, the text on the newspaper seemed to possess some kind of supernatural power; he could only see the headlines and not the content at all.

The headline of the newspaper held by the faceless man was written in traditional Chinese characters:

The Ghost Street Talisman Shop opened, selling supernatural items related to humans and ghosts, attracting customers from all directions and enjoying immense popularity for a time.

"A talisman shop, established in 1949..."

Chu Mo immediately thought of the ruins of the second generation, so he stood in front of the faceless man.

The other person was clearly stunned for a moment, then stood still.

Yan Li could sense the chill emanating from the other person; it was an aura that no living person could exude.

At least, none of the ghost tamers he had ever met had given him this strange feeling.

The faceless man took a step forward, but Chu Mo did not retreat. As if sensing that there was something extremely dangerous behind the man, he did not continue to move forward.

She just didn't understand why the other person was stopping her.

"I really need the newspaper you have. Could you give it to me?"

Chu Mo took out a stack of paper money, totaling thirty-four yuan.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of the ghosts in the newspapers.

"A major client, a major client."

"We can offer a discount for large clients; buy two newspapers and get one free."

The sound from the newsstand made Chu Mo raise an eyebrow, looking somewhat surprised, but he didn't say anything more.

Right now, he needs the newspaper in the faceless man's hand, which most likely contains information about the second generation.

However, the faceless man held the newspaper, shook his head, and refused to hand it over.

Chu Mo assumed the other party couldn't see the counterfeit money in his hand, so he said, "I can pay for it."

The faceless man continued to shake his head.

His finger slid through the air, and under the gaze of the ghost's eyes, it was a passage of text.

"This newspaper is very important to me; I can't give it to you."

Chu Mo seemed to be deep in thought.

He was considering whether to take direct action or continue communicating with the other party.

If we were to take action, the other party, being a second-generation descendant of the Republic of China and also an outcast, would probably not be so easy to deal with.

Continuing the conversation wouldn't be very meaningful.

Chu Mo glanced at the other person's smooth face, seemed to have thought of something, and guessed:

"You want to regain your lost face through the contents of this newspaper?"

Upon hearing this, the faceless man visibly tightened his grip on the newspaper, and the chilling aura emanating from him became even more pronounced.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Chu Mo understood what was going on.

"I can help you find that lost face, but on the condition that you give me the newspaper you're holding."

Upon hearing this, the faceless man hesitated.

He seemed to be scrutinizing the young man before him with his smooth face.

After sensing that the other party's supernatural aura was no weaker than his own, he was clearly somewhat shaken.

He continued, "I've searched for a long time and haven't found it. How can I trust you?"

However, Chu Mo did not answer the other person's question, but instead guessed, "Was your face stolen by a newspaper?"

The faceless man nodded, and a look of surprise and disbelief appeared on his otherwise smooth face.

"Can you believe me now?" Chu Mo said, "I know where that newspaper is, but it's definitely not the one you're holding."

The faceless man pondered for a moment, seemingly weighing something, but soon he handed over the newspaper in his hand.

"I'll trust you this once," the Faceless Man wrote.

Chu Mo calmly accepted the newspaper, displaying a seasoned and worldly-wise demeanor.

My words are purely speculation; the original text does not explicitly state where the faceless man's face is.

But judging from the other party's reaction, it was undoubtedly the newspaper ghost.

If all else fails, you can ask Ghost Cabinet to help you find it. Although there will be some costs involved, the benefits are completely proportional to finding the second-generation ruins.

Of course, these are all for later.

Because the Faceless Man bought out the newspaper from the publications, the information that was originally blocked in the newspaper also quickly disappeared.

Chu Mo quickly scanned the contents of the document.

Most of them record things about the second generation opening their business in Ghost Street.

However, besides that, it also specifies the exact location of the talisman shop on Ghost Street.

He focused his gaze on the last line.

No. 1, 13th Street, Ghost Street.

This is the exact address of the second generation. Chu Mo didn't know how the road and number were calculated, so he asked the faceless man.

I learned from the other party that each intersection has three roads, each representing a number.

The Ghost Street in Taiping Ancient Town is Road 1, the gambling den is Road 4, and this newspaper is Road 7.

After reading the contents of the newspaper, Chu Mo did not keep it any longer and gave it to the Faceless Man.

The newspapers purchased by the other party only recorded the time and events of the talisman shop's opening, but did not record any events from that year.

If you want to know more, you'll probably have to go to the newspapers and magazines to find it.

According to the faceless man, the price of newspapers in the newspapers depends on their contents; some may only be worth three yuan, while others may cost more than ten yuan.

Thinking of this, Chu Mo gave up the idea of ​​buying a few to take a look.

"I'll help you find your face, but it will take some time. The ghost isn't in Taiping Ancient Town; it's outside."

Chu Mo suggested, "However, you could also find a mask stall here and buy one; it would be much better than what you're like now."

The faceless man did not answer, but took the newspaper he had bought and left into the street shrouded in black fog.

"Isn't this person worried about getting lost deep inside Ghost Street?"

Chu Mo squinted, thinking he could have a good talk with the other party if he had the chance.

As for helping the Faceless Man regain his face, Chu Mo had given it careful consideration.

That newspaper that can alter memories is a pretty good supernatural prop. If it were placed over the head of the mummified bride, would it have a miraculous effect, or perhaps create a living dead with a brief existence of consciousness?

With that thought in mind, the two returned the way they came and soon found their way back to the shallow side of Ghost Street.

Just as the streets gradually returned to normal, a hysterical voice suddenly came from afar.

"Chu Mo, go down and die with my family!"

Before he could finish speaking, the figure had already closed in.

Chu Mo's pupils contracted, and his Ghost Eyes immediately locked onto the person who had arrived.

It's Zhao Kaiming!

Almost the next second, a three-yuan note fell from his hand.

The old man in the copper coin robe instantly blocked Chu Mo's path, while the four ghosts of Xuantong Tongbao surrounded Chu Mo and Yan Li.