Mysterious Resurrection: Proof from the Red and White Duo

"Zhao Kaiming, I didn't kill you last time, but you've come here on your own."

Chu Mo narrowed his eyes, his tone icy cold.

Because of that debt bond, almost all of his family and friends became the price Zhao Kaiming paid for his wish to survive.

Zhao Kaiming is now completely penniless.

Chu Mo scrutinized the man before him. He had been ambushed by this guy last time, which had left him feeling resentful. Now was the time to get his revenge.

Upon hearing this...

Zhao Kaiming let out a sinister laugh, "Kill me? You have no idea how terrifying the ghost beside me is."

He raised a finger and pointed it at Chu Mo, his face contorted with rage, and said, "I want to tear this person in front of me to pieces!"

"I want to tear the person before me to pieces!"

"I want the vengeful spirit of the person before me to return!"

next moment.

Countless intersecting gray lines emerged from the unseen realm of reality, then connected along Chu Mo's body.

Zhao Kaiming's words seemed to have unleashed some kind of fatal curse, and a terrifying supernatural phenomenon suddenly erupted.

Chu Mo's expression changed. Seeing Zhao Kaiming using the Wishing Ghost's supernatural powers so recklessly, he dared not be careless at all.

This guy is really going to fight to the death.

"Tear it up!"

Chu Mo gave a low shout, and the stack of papers in his hand began to fall off as he spoke. Several colorful paper money pieces floated into the old man in the copper coin robe, totaling seventeen yuan.

This amount far exceeded the price of suppressing the dried-up bride at the time, by a full seven yuan.

Without any frills, the old man in the copper coin robe seemed to be looking in a certain direction nearby, and he directly stretched out his colorless old hands.

But almost the instant the words fell.

All the cursed gray threads existing in the sixth layer of the ghost realm entangled Chu Mo.

These gray lines seemed to be cause and effect, connecting not only Zhao Kaiming and Chu Mo, but also the wishing ghost itself.

To be precise, the wishing ghost is the source of this cursed gray line.

Zhao Kaiming created the cause, the wishing ghost created the effect, and it was ultimately inflicted on Chu Mo.

His body began to fall apart almost instantly.

The hand that had been holding the mummified bride suddenly tore open without warning.

Blood splattered everywhere, and he fell to the ground like a human pig, his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs all burst open.

Under such circumstances, Chu Mo was almost certainly doomed.

But at this moment, a strange, lingering sadness appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth, which were crying, were sometimes pulled into a slight arc, as if he were laughing, and sometimes he was crying.

No one knows whether Chu Mo is dead or alive.

Because the mummy bride was holding Chu Mo's severed hand and remained motionless, while the face covering fell to the ground as Chu Mo fell.

The sound of crying gradually came from the face covering.

Yan Li was incredulous at the sudden turn of events; he had never expected the ghost beside Zhao Kaiming to be so terrifying.

Seeing Chu Mo lying in a pool of blood, Yan Li rushed to Zhao Kaiming without saying a word and grabbed him by the neck.

"Zhao Kaiming, have you gone mad?! Brother Chu is now a business partner of your headquarters. Can you bear the responsibility of killing him?"

The veins on the hand gripping the other's neck bulged, and the ghost blood seemed to spill out uncontrollably.

Zhao Kaiming was startled by the other party's sudden action, but he quickly recovered, revealing a sinister smile, and pulled a gold pistol from his pocket.

"Yan Li, I've checked your file. Ghost blood has no effect on ordinary people."

"Bang!"

However, all he received in response was a harsh, heavy punch.

Zhao Kaiming was stunned for a moment, completely unexpected that the other party would actually make a move.

"You piece of trash, you're nothing but Chu Mo's dog, how dare you lay a hand on me?"

After saying that, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With a loud bang, blood spurted from Yan Li's head, also splashing all over his own face.

The stern hand loosened weakly.

Even so, Zhao Kaiming continued to frantically pull the trigger until all the bullets in the magazine were emptied.

"Headquarters?"

Zhao Kaiming sneered, "Can headquarters save my family?"

He crouched down and looked at Yan Li, who was lying on the ground with his eyes still open. The ghost blood was still gushing out, but it was already showing signs of getting out of control.

Yan Li was pressed against the ground, his brain was on the verge of death, and he was only kept alive by the ghost blood.

Zhao Kaiming continued, "I know you're very close to Chu Mo, and I've also investigated your background. You have a beautiful wife and two children in kindergarten, right?"

Zhao Kaiming revealed a chilling smile.

"To be honest, the moment I saw your wife and children at the airport, I also missed my wife and daughter, but why...?"

As he spoke, Zhao Kaiming's smiling face suddenly turned ferocious, and he slammed the severe head heavily into the pool of blood.

"Why do you get to have a wonderful family while I have to live a life of separation from my wife and children?"

"Why should my wife and children be the victims, while your family can just run away from Dachang City?"

"So, I came here today not only to kill Chu Mo, but also to allow your family to reunite in the afterlife."

Zhao Kaiming vented the frustration that had been building up inside him for years.

Little did they know, the stern consciousness had not completely dissipated.

His powerless hand clenched instinctively as he took out the last talisman left behind by Chu Mo from his pocket.

Zhao Kaiming was unaware of this anomaly. He kicked Yan Li repeatedly.

Suddenly, his calf felt heavy, as if something had grabbed it.

Yan Li was seen gripping Zhao Kaiming's trouser leg, his eyes fixed on him, filled with despair and anger.

"You...you'll die a horrible death!"

The harsh voice squeezed out of his throat, sounding muffled and powerless amidst the blood.

Zhao Kaiming intended to kick it away, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't feel his own feet anymore.

He looked down and saw a tall, headless black figure that had somehow removed the leg he had used to kick Yan Li.

Yan Li smiled bitterly. Unable to kill Zhao Kaiming, he could only use this method to restrain him.

Because, while Zhao Kaiming was attacking him, the old man in the copper coin robe behind Chu Mo had already taken action.

Somewhere in reality.

The old man in the copper coin robe stretched out a withered, gray hand towards a deserted area.

next second.

A blurry human-shaped outline appeared in the old man's hand.

With just one move, he pulled out the wishing ghost that existed in the fifth layer of the ghost realm.

A grayish-white supernatural aura burst forth from the old man in the copper coin robe, and the gray threads that had originally connected Chu Mo were all severed at that moment.

The four ghosts on the Xuantong Tongbao coin firmly sealed off the area around the wishing ghost, and the suppressive force quickly formed.

But this suppression is clearly not enough in the face of the wishing ghost.

So all four ghosts transformed into the appearance of the old man in the copper coin robe.

The infinite derivative process has begun once again.

Four old men dressed in copper coins arrived before the wishing ghost with a full sixteen Xuantong Tongbao coins, and then continued to transform into old men dressed in copper coins.

Then, thirty-two, then sixty-four.

The number of elderly people dressed in copper coins increased dramatically, a sight that startled Zhao Kaiming, who had initially thought he had won a great victory.

What's going on?

He even checked Chu Mo, who was lying dead in a pool of blood, one last time.

"What a joke! Chu Mo is already dead, isn't he? A vengeful ghost couldn't possibly rise to power so quickly!"