Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 105 The mysterious coffin was stolen
"Where did he go?" Beside the ghost lake, He Yin'er looked at the ghost lake that had completely calmed down and frowned.

The hidden danger caused by Shen Lin was solved inexplicably. It was strange and easy.

Grandpa said someone might have taken action, but he didn't know who it was.

Shen Lin stayed here for two days and then went back, and did not stay long.

"Is something wrong?"

He Yin'er held the mobile phone and looked at the calls that were not in the service area, feeling a little silent.

Yu Zhile is getting harder and harder to find. Didn't he say he had to go into a ghost painting?
It's been almost a month.

What is he doing?
There is also the headquarters. I heard that they are ready to kill Yu Zhile's men there, but just like her, they can't find Yu Zhile.

Then the headquarters went numb.

He Yin'er felt a little melancholy and a rare irritability.

"Don't die..."

Dachang City, outside Huanggang Village.

Two gunshots rang out, and the pleas for mercy stopped abruptly.

The man named Wu Yue fell to the ground in horror, his body twitching slightly.

Wang Xiaoming threw the gun to Yang Jian, "I did what I could do."

"You should be able to expose this matter now."

If a person dies, his debts will be cancelled. This is what Yang Jian requested.

He is fair. As long as he can sacrifice one Wu Yue for the sake of the country, it doesn't matter.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian. Killing Wu Yue was not a good choice, but the benefits now outweighed the losses later.

As for the problem of the company's people, someone will solve it.

Yang Jian looked at the dead Wu Yue and nodded, "It's time to start purchasing. Just to put it bluntly, everything I have here is very valuable."

"I don't know much about business. You can make a price and it will be satisfactory to you. Of course, the premise is that the company can come up with the money you asked for." Wang Xiaoming sat down and said.

Does this mean to let your lion open his mouth?
Yang Jian thought for a moment, thinking about the market conditions and the quotation Wu Yue mentioned before.

"Five million."

Yang Jian quoted a price after careful consideration.

"Okay, whoever is the treasurer will send money." Wang Xiaoming agreed immediately.

Immediately, Sun Lihong came over nervously and scared: "Okay... okay Professor Wang."

"..."

Yang Jian was silent. He agreed so readily. Was the price quoted too low?
I don’t know if it’s too late to change my tune now.

"Fifty million is just a ghost coffin. I worked so hard to transport it from the village and disassemble a sports car. These costs are included...an additional 5000 million will be added." Yang Jian bit the bullet and found an excuse to increase the price.

"Okay, give me another 5000 million." Wang Xiaoming agreed calmly.

"..."

Yang Jian felt that he was not suitable for business.

Seeing that Yang Jian no longer increased the price, Wang Xiaoming stood up excitedly and said, "It's a pleasure to cooperate."

Then he looked at Li Jun next to him, "Captain Li, please transport the ghost coffin back to the laboratory."

"it is good."

Li Jun stood up, and he immediately led a group of security guards to move the ghost coffin.

"Professor Wang, we may have to hurry up. A certain person was in Dachang City before. I don't know if he is still there now. If you meet him, your safety may not be guaranteed." Zhao Jianguo walked to Wang Xiaoming's side with a solemn expression. He spoke in a low voice.

"The ghost controller who came out to accompany us this time is Captain Li. It may not be enough to face him."

Wang Xiaoming nodded. The danger of that person's existence was indeed great.

But the research value is also great, but it is a pity that the headquarters has been unable to find the existence of that person.

As Yang Jian listened to the conversation between the two, a person's name came to mind.

Yu Zhile, a ruthless man who controlled three ghosts at a minimum and killed more than a dozen ghost controllers in the headquarters.

I was in Dachang City before, but now I don’t know where to go.

Wang Xiaoming and the others speeded up loading.

And the follow-up transaction on Yang Jian's side also changed from Wang Xiaoming to Sun Lihong, a woman who was very proud at first, but now is frightened.

The transaction did not go smoothly. The moment Yang Jian took out Feng Quan, Sun Lihong knew that she could no longer determine the value of the transaction.

She had no choice but to get up and explain the situation to Professor Wang.

Soon, Professor Wang hurried over and had a brief chat. The price was agreed upon in less than a few words.

Zhao Jianguo and Li Jun got into the car and left with dark faces and body bags.

Yang Jian shrugged indifferently, what is the difference between selling ghosts and selling ghost controllers?
Aren’t they all for sale?
"This Yang Jian is really lawless..."

Zhao Jianguo said with a sullen face, "Even Interpol dares to buy and sell."

Li Jun's face was expressionless, but his eyelids occasionally twitched.

The car containing the ghost coffin quickly drove down the mountain.

"Yang Jian is acting more and more like that Yu Zhile." Zhao Jianguo calmed down for a long time and finally said this.

The truth is, there is nothing he dares not to do unless you can think of it.

Yu Zhile is like this, and Yang Jian is like this too.

The two people's personalities are almost the same, but Yang Jian still has humanity, but Yu Zhile doesn't, not at all.

Wang Xiaoming didn't speak, he just looked at the ghost coffin next to him and kept studying it.

This ghost coffin may be the key to him changing the world.

As long as the secret of the ghost coffin can be researched, the supernatural recovery may be solved.

Just when Wang Xiaoming was thinking about how to study the ghost coffin, Li Jun's expression suddenly changed.

"There's a ghost!"

The next moment, the surroundings fell into darkness.

Darkness comes very quickly, but disappears just as quickly.

The sound of brakes sounded one after another.

Li Jun quickly checked the safety of Professor Wang. Fortunately, Professor Wang was fine, and Li Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

The others seemed fine.

But something was missing from the car.

Wang Xiaoming's face was uncertain, his hand stopped in mid-air, staring at the empty place in front of him.

"The ghost... the ghost coffin is missing!" Zhao Jianguo's expression changed drastically.

The ghost coffin disappeared, disappearing in that moment of darkness and light.

"Look for it!" Wang Xiaoming gave the order with an expressionless face.

Suddenly, the team became busy.

But at the foot of the mountain, a pickup truck shook slightly. Zhao Kaiming leaned out of the window and took a look. A dark coffin appeared out of thin air behind the pickup truck.

Zhao Kaiming smiled, started the pickup truck, and drove away.

What does it mean to be a fisherman?

This is.

"Wife, Xiaoya, parents, wait for me, hurry up, hurry up, that boy will be out soon, and my plan will start soon."

Zhao Kaiming murmured to himself, his eyes full of determination.

"Ah che..."

"Damn it, whoever is talking about me when they have nothing to do will not even let me eat well."

Yu Zhile held the rice bowl and sneezed.

The man rubbed his nose and looked around with an unhappy expression.

"I came here hiding in my dream, Mr. Qin still won't let me go?"

"Isn't it just Dachang City? It's all gone in the end anyway. What's the difference?"

Yu Zhile muttered.

"What are you mumbling about?" The old man tilted his head and looked at Yu Zhile.

"Nothing, just scolding an old guy." Yu Zhile lowered his head and continued to eat.

The old man didn't think about it for a while and didn't ask any questions. He just ate the white rice. The few pieces of braised pork on the rice made the old man's appetite whet his appetite. "Old man, you are still too stingy. You only get these few pieces of meat for more than two kilograms of pork." Yu Zhile curled his lips, a little dissatisfied.

Is it possible that the old man is too stingy if he can taste the food completely?

"Why are you eating so much? Just eat it to taste it." The old man squinted and said nonchalantly.

"..."

"Makes sense!"

Yu Zhile gave a thumbs up, which can only be said to make sense!
The old man was very proud and continued to look at the braised pork in the bowl and then grilled the rice.

The lunch was not sumptuous, but the two of us ate it with gusto.

This is the end of a lunch.

After lunch, one old man and one young man moved out the deck chairs and began to bask in the sun.

In the quiet afternoon, the two closed their eyes and began to take a nap.

Yu Zhile had never felt so relaxed before, and his tense heart immediately relaxed.

After a while, snoring sounded, and Yu Zhile fell into a deep sleep.

The old man tilted his head slightly to look at Yu Zhile, who was unprepared, and sighed silently in his heart.

"It seems that the outside world is not easy either."

The old man looked at the sky with some sadness in his eyes. At this moment, he really hoped in his heart that this handsome young man could end the plight of their village.

Although it can be risky to put your hopes in someone you just met.

But for some reason, he just felt that this young man was someone worthy of entrusting his hope.

He may be ruthless, but he can take on everything he can, until he can't.

This kind of young man is really good.

The old man thought this in his heart and gradually fell asleep.

Time passed slowly.

The old man woke up, hearing the sound of a knife cutting through the air.

The old man sat up and looked at the shirtless young man in the yard who was already sweating.

"You'll get it after practicing for a while. There are many opportunities to wield a knife at night."

The old man looked at the sky and saw that there should still be two hours before dark.

"The more skilled I am, the less injuries I will suffer."

Yu Zhile still stopped swinging the knife.

He walked to the water tank next to him, picked up the towel next to him and dipped it in water. He washed his face first, and then wiped the sweat from his body.

"Which way are you going tonight?"

Yu Zhile tilted his head and looked at the old man. The muscles and abdominal muscles on his body looked dazzling in the sun.

"I'm in good shape, much better than when I was younger."

The old man looked up and down, and then continued, "Just like yesterday, I still want to meet the butcher."

"Okay, I'll go to the other side. I hope I can see you at the entrance of the village this time." Yu Zhile nodded.

The old man shook his head, "It's impossible. I never thought about going to the village entrance. I just wanted to fight the butcher. Anyway, I couldn't win every time."

Hearing the old man's indifferent words, Yu Zhile said nothing and washed the sweat off the knife with water.

Then Yu Zhile sat on the stool and began to wipe the long knife.

There were still two hours until dark, so he could take a break.

The knife is basically familiar.

If you kill for a while at night, you should be completely familiar with it.

The wind blows the trees and the golden sunshine shines on the mountains and is about to recede.

It gets dark around six or seven in the countryside.

It's five o'clock now, and it's almost dusk.

Yu Zhile wiped the water stains on the knife and then placed the knife across his knees.

Yu Zhile sat cross-legged on a chair and looked at the scenery outside the yard.

"If, I mean if, if there were no ghosts in this world, and ghosts only existed in legends and did not exist, then many ordinary people would be happy." Yu Zhile said while looking at this scene.

"Indeed, just like here, without that ghost thing, we would be very happy. Although there are some disputes, they will not be too intense, and the folk customs will still be simple."

"We will be happy." The old man nodded and said.

"That's true, but I'm not happy." Yu Zhile's eyes turned cold.

"There are no ghosts. Without such a thing, I would be an ant among all living beings."

"Being troubled by tea, rice, oil and salt, it might be easier if I didn't have family and no worries, but this is not happiness."

"So, I think the existence of ghosts is good, although its existence will cause many people to die, and even the whole world will be subverted, even if I will die in the hands of ghosts."

“But at least with this thing I climbed up the mountain and saw scenery that I would never have seen in my life before.”

"I know that my mentality is wrong. I should destroy the whole world for my own ideas. I shouldn't treat human lives like ants."

"My grandfather placed a hope in me, a savior's hope."

"But the savior shouldn't be me, it should be a man named Yang Jian, who used his own life to end the supernatural."

"But my grandfather doesn't agree."

Yu Zhile looked up at the sky, his eyes full of coldness.

"In order to prevent me from lying flat, grandpa put something extremely terrifying on me that was involved in everyone's plans."

"This means that every step I take touches the interests of others."

"These interests are good and bad, some are world-saving, some are world-destroying...there are many."

"I am Tang Monk's flesh now, and those who want to get my possessions are those monsters and monsters."

"Old man, you may not know what it feels like to be calculated every step of the way."

"Before I came in, I was pestered by a ghost who asked me to buy flowers."

"I actually get tired too."

"But I have to live. I can die, but I can't die like this. I have to see the ending. I can't live up to my grandfather's hope."

"So, I can only kill, kill everyone who is not good for me."

"Kill all those who plot against me, even if they are heroes who protect the stability of reality."

"I'm going to fight for the title of savior." Yu Zhile's face turned a little ferocious.

"I'm just a student, an ordinary person who just wants to live."

The old man looked at the crazy Yu Zhile in silence. He didn't know what to say. After a long time, he sighed, "Just do it, no matter it's right or wrong, right or wrong, as long as you think it's right. "

"As long as you don't regret it in the end."

"What is the purpose of life? The purpose is to have no regrets."

"Kill, kill until no one dares to plot against you, no one dares to face you, then you will have to be the savior if not the savior."

"When you really reach the top and look down at the ants, I hope you can think of one thing. Can you do something for these ants, even if it is just something within your ability."

"Or charity."

Yu Zhile tilted his head, looked at the old man, and suddenly laughed, "Haha, old man, if you can control ghosts, if you can grow up, then you must be a good person."

"It's not derogatory, it's a compliment."

"Then...I thank you." The old man said with a dark face, and then stopped looking at Yu Zhile.

"I'm hungry, old man, can you get me something to eat?" Yu Zhile leaned on the recliner.

"Foodie." The old man cursed, but still got up and went to the kitchen.

After a while, the old man walked over with two bowls of egg fried rice.

"Hey, thank you, old man." Yu Zhile reached out and took the egg fried rice and started gobbling it down.

"Well, delicious, really delicious."

Yu Zhile raised his head with a bulging mouth. The old man was about to say something nonsense, but when he saw Yu Zhile's face full of tears, he fell silent and just silently picked at the egg fried rice in the bowl.

There's too much pressure on this kid.

it's getting dark.

(End of this chapter)