Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 130 What Still Happened

The bank has been an exciting place since ancient times.

Its existence allows many people to save heavy packages.

It also saves people a lot of danger.

A large amount of gold and silver can be properly kept. Except for those wealthy and wealthy families who will bury their golden money and treasures in the soil, most of the rest of the people will choose to deposit their money in banks.

A bank is a bank.

There are banks in the world, and of course there must be banks in the underworld.

The bank of heaven and earth is blessed by nature with things that are useless to the living and happy to the dead.

"Money can make the world go round, and one life can be exchanged for another."

"Heaven and Earth Bank..."

He Yin'er looked at a dilapidated wooden door in front of him.

There is an elegiac couplet written on both sides.

There are two small Pixiu animals at the door.

brave troops?

He Yin'er narrowed his eyes slightly, this was not something a bank should establish.

Only entering but not exiting is not in line with the essential meaning of a bank.

The faceless man looked around.

There are walls all around, and at the end of the path is this old wooden door.

The wooden door was red and had no lock or door handle.

The Faceless Man looked at the door and found that the door was standing directly upright, not close to the wall.

This means that when the door opens there is still a wall behind it.

"The door is definitely not ordinary. It just needs a way to open it." He Yin'er also discovered this situation. She was sure that if she only relied on brute force and supernatural powers, she might be able to open it, but she would definitely enter a terrifying place.

Yu Zhile once told her that the ghost bank is located in the gap between the supernatural place and reality.

It is not impossible to enter by force, but it requires extremely terrifying ghosts and supernatural beings.

Once the two fail to meet the standards, then when they enter this door, they will not be in a ghost bank, but in a supernatural place, a supernatural place that buses will never go to.

"Uncle, ghost money." He Yin'er glanced behind him. Ye Zhen estimated that it would take a while, so they could open the door first.

Without hesitation, the faceless man took out a few colorful banknotes and handed them to He Yin'er.

Not more than three, but they were all worth seven yuan.

He Yin'er took the ghost money, carefully recalled the method Yu Zhile said, and quickly made the three pieces of ghost money look like a doorknob.

After doing all this, He Yin'er's expression became serious, her eyes began to turn blood red, and a pair of black and red ghost eyes appeared.

The ghost eyes stared at this ordinary-looking door, and aligned the door handle made of ghost money to where the door handle should be.

A weird scene happened.

The door handle made of ghost money was actually placed on the door, just like a real door handle.

The colorful paper money quickly turned red.

The elegiac couplets on both sides slowly seeped out blood, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire aisle.

He Yin'er narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the faceless man. The faceless man nodded, indicating that she could open the door.

He Yin'er was determined and gently turned the door handle.

pat~!

Some mechanism was touched, and the old wooden door slowly opened with a creak.

A gloomy wind blew out from inside the door. It was pitch black inside, but there was a light in the depths of the darkness.

The two looked carefully and saw that the source of the light was a plaque.

"Ghost bank!"

The words "Ghost Money Bank" were written on the plaque. Two candle lamps were lit on both sides of the plaque. The candle lamps emitted a faint green light, reflecting the appearance of the plaque.

The two candle lanterns are no different from the candle lanterns on both sides of the wall, but these two are obviously smaller, and the gender can be seen.

"That should be the source of those ghost baby lamps." He Yin'er let go of the door handle and looked back behind him.

A figure is approaching here quickly.

It's Ye Zhen, he's arrived.

Ye Zhen was not in a good condition at the moment.

Large areas of the body were rotten, and bones could even be seen in some places.

Extensive burns on his face have disfigured him.

One eye is missing, and the arm is just a skeleton.

But even so, He Yin'er and the Faceless Man could still feel the excitement of the visitor.

This inhuman thing had already recovered from its injuries when it arrived next to He Yin'er.

Far behind him, the ghost baby lantern that had just been restored shattered again.

"It's great!" Ye Zhen exhaled, his eyes bright.

He Yin'er's mouth twitched, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense. He took the lead and entered the door. The faceless man followed immediately, and Ye Zhen was the last one to enter.

As the three people entered, the door slammed shut, and the door handle made of ghost money turned into a pile of ashes.

The eyes of the two Pixiu statues at the door suddenly moved, but soon returned to their original state.

The blood-oozing door couplet stopped bleeding after several people entered the door.

The flickering candle lights on the path were quietly extinguished at this moment.

The ghost baby lanterns that went out one by one jumped up to their previous positions and fell into silence.

They entered the ghost bank...

At this moment, inside the ghost painting...

In the room of 707, there was an extremely strange scene.

A young man whose body looked like broken porcelain was standing motionless in the center of the room.

Next to him was a bride in red whose lower body was completely embedded in the young man's body, leaving only her upper body outside.

The bride's lower body has merged into the young man's skin, which is like a broken porcelain doll.

Just like a tattoo, it continues to blend into the bride's upper body.

The red wedding dress was floating in the air, looking strange and grotesque. There was a blood-red cupboard behind the young man. At this moment, the cupboard was already illusory and looked like it was about to disappear.

On the other side of the young man, there was an extremely penetrating scene.

There is a woman in white, half of her body is now in the shadow of the young man.

The young man's shadow swayed slightly, like a lake.

Inside the shadow, there was an old mirror, and two strange candles were burning beside the mirror, half burned at the moment.

The mirrors and candles continued to descend. They were getting further and further away from the water, but they seemed to be close before their eyes.

There is no lake water in the room anymore, and the ghosts in the lake have already been brought into the shadow.

The two ghosts are still fighting, but they are at the end of their rope, and they are about to fall into silence.

But for two super S-level ghosts, even if the supernatural beings are about to fall into silence, the time required will not be achieved in just a day or two.

The young man's broken skin is recovering at an extremely slow speed.

All the red and black spots on the beautiful face have disappeared, and a perfect face appears.

But at this moment, this face is like the young man's body, covered with red cracks, just like a broken porcelain.

Gui Hu, who has the ghost bride's murder pattern, confronts the ghost bride who is having a small ghost wedding.

It not only has to fight against the ghost bride, but also against the influence of the small ghost marriage on it.

This resulted in it forming a balance with the Ghost Bride, a balance of supernatural confrontation.

This is a bold attempt. As long as the supernatural strength of the two ghosts is slightly different, the result will not be a tie, but a win or loss. Once there is a win or loss, this body will be occupied.

This is one of the reasons why He Yuelian cannot die.

Once He Yuelian dies, the ghost bride's supernatural power will instantly increase. The ghost bride's terror will increase, and the terror of the little ghost marriage will also increase. The ghost lake will be unable to fight against it. At that time, Yu Zhile can declare that he has become an alien. Failed.A body without consciousness is just a ghost, a ghost with terrifying murderous rules.

The balance will be established, the two ghosts will fall into silence, and a new existence will wake up.

……

……

Boom~!

The helicopter's propellers were spinning rapidly.

But soon the helicopter stopped on a highway.

Wang Xiaoming, wearing a white coat, stepped out of the helicopter with an anxious expression.

"Yang Jian, let's talk."

On the originally empty highway, a person suddenly appeared because of Wang Xiaoming's words.

A man with a ghost eye on his forehead.

"Talk? Talk about what?"

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you talking about your brother's unprovoked attack on the hero who saved Dachang City? Or are you talking about your brother's attack on an Interpol policeman in disregard of the headquarters' laws?"

"You have to understand, I just came back from dealing with the Caesar Hotel, and then I was attacked by your brother."

"Do you know what that means?"

Of course Wang Xiaoming knew what it meant. He knew it best. If Wang Xiaoqiang hadn't been his brother, he would have died thousands of times instead of being alive now.

"I know, Yang Jian, I only have one younger brother. If you can let him go, we can discuss whatever you want."

"He is just a waste. You might as well use such a waste in exchange for benefits that suit you."

Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath and looked at Yang Jian who was among the ghosts. His tone was sincere and a bit humble.

"Profit?" Yang Jian suddenly laughed.

"What benefit can be greater than your own life?"

"I don't want to see someone alive who wants to kill me, let alone a powerful brother."

"I will die one day if I don't get it right."

"If I exchange him for benefits today, then if I die in the future, then this will be the price. This is a loss, you know?"

Everything has a price and a cause and effect.

If Wang Xiaoming hadn't doted on Wang Xiaoqiang too much, if he hadn't given Wang Xiaoqiang such a weird ghost.

Then Wang Xiaoqiang might survive today.

Yang Jian glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang, whose face was covered by newspapers. This was his second attempt to modify Wang Xiaoqiang's memory.

If it fails this time, then Wang Xiaoqiang must die.

Use the headless ghost to tear off the newspaper, and a lifelike face appears on the newspaper.

Yang Jian skillfully took out a pen and wrote on his face, and soon the whole face was covered with writing.

After writing, use the headless ghost to put the face back on Wang Xiaoqiang's face.

He squinted at Wang Xiaoqiang.

Soon, Wang Xiaoqiang's closed eyes trembled twice and then opened suddenly.

"Yang Jian! You have to die!" Wang Xiaoqiang shouted with a ferocious face.

"..."

Oh haha, failed again.

"What the hell did Wang Xiaoming give you, so weird?"

Yang Jian put away the newspaper, and it started to rain, including gasoline.

"Yang Jian! I can guarantee that he will never trouble you again. As long as you let him go, I will not let him leave Dajing City, nor will I let him have access to power. I will only let him be an ordinary person." The ghost master will not pose any threat to you!"

Looking at the dust picked up from the ground around Yang Jian, he suddenly realized something, his expression became anxious, and he quickly assured Yang Jian.

"What should I do if I attack an Interpol police officer for no reason?" Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming expressionlessly and asked in a stern tone.

Wang Xiaoming was speechless, but he still bravely told the result, "Executed on the spot."

Yang Jian nodded, took out a lighter and threw it to the ground.

"That's good."

Wang Xiaoming's pupils shrank. In his sight, a burning man appeared instantly. The man was struggling and asking for help, but he couldn't hear a sound.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab it, but he found nothing.

"Why... why are you disobedient, why do you do such a thing..."

Wang Xiaoming's face was filled with tears in an instant, and he stared blankly at the struggling living person.

He seemed to be shouting, Brother, save me!

But as his elder brother, he could only watch and was helpless.

The expressions of several technicians flying the helicopter changed as they watched this scene.

They sense something is going to happen.

Looking at Wang Xiaoming like this, Yang Jian grinned. He turned his head to look at Wang Xiaoqiang who was begging for mercy and struggling, and said sarcastically, "Yu Zhile is right, some people say things that are unacceptable when they die. believable."

"They don't really regret it, and they don't repent. They just know that they are going to die."

Wang Xiaoming, whose face was originally full of tears, shrank his pupils and stared at Yang Jian.

At this moment, he knew one thing in his heart. This matter must end here today. No matter what, their headquarters cannot let this Yang Jian become the next Yu Zhile.

The struggling Pyro Man finally stopped struggling, his flesh and blood were burned completely, and a skeleton appeared among the ghosts.

Wang Xiaoming looked at this scene and his expression quickly returned to calm.

"To imprison this ghost, you need to separate all the bones, otherwise it will still revive as a ghost."

After saying that, Wang Xiaoming turned around and got on the helicopter, "This ends here for today."

"Go back to Beijing." Wang Xiaoming said expressionlessly.

"Professor Wang..." The technician wanted to say something, but was quickly interrupted.

"Back in Beijing, I still have research to do."

The technician stopped talking and began to fly the helicopter away.

Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming who was leaving and narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's very dangerous."

Wang Xiaoming is very dangerous. If such a person becomes a ghost controller, he will definitely be the next Yu Zhile, and even more terrifying.

This kind of situation is something he doesn't have. He can't provide information to his enemies.

The helicopter flew away quickly, and Yang Jian subconsciously looked at the sky for some reason, as if something unexpected should happen at this time.

But after looking at it for a long time, the sky still looked the same.

"How does it feel?" Yang Jian frowned and controlled the ghost to split the revived ghost bones into several pieces at will.

The ghosts disappeared, and Yang Jian returned to the city with the imprisoned ghosts.

His words were not only meant for Wang Xiaoming, but also for the headquarters.

If someone at the headquarters takes action against Wang Xiaoming to please him, then he doesn't mind going to Yu Zhile. Anyway, Yu Zhile said that if the headquarters doesn't want to stay anymore, just go to him.

Yang Jian was somewhat looking forward to the reaction from the headquarters, whether it was selfless or...

Really looking forward to it.

……

……

In Dachuan City, Yu Zhile, who was reading a book, suddenly sighed, "Is it still impossible to change?"

"Is it corrective, or are some people just stupid?"

Yu Zhile couldn't understand something, but that was all.

He knew Wang Xiaoqiang's character. He was indeed capable of doing such a thing without any brains.

"Human nature is really getting more and more interesting."

(End of this chapter)