Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 153 Half the battle won

The lanterns in the ghost market dimmed instantly as the sun just rose.

He Yin'er looked at Ye Zhen who lowered his head and said nothing.

"It's been three days and he hasn't come back yet. He told me that he was going to discuss things with someone and bang the table."

"But what needs to be discussed for three days?"

Ye Zhen raised his head slightly with an innocent look on his face, "How do I know?"

"You must know, because you have wanted to leave the ghost market since yesterday." He Yin'er looked at Ye Zhen with determination.

"Is there any?" Ye Zhen rubbed his head and looked at He Yin'er suspiciously.

He Yin'er's mouth twitched. Is this guy very confident in his acting skills?
  "Ye Zhen, please tell me where he is and what he is doing."

"I won't hold you back, my speed of summoning souls will be very fast now, extremely fast!"

He Yin'er is very serious, and Ye Zhen also knows that this girl is very serious.

But she didn't understand what Yu Zhile was doing this time.

If she knew, maybe she wouldn't dare to say that she wouldn't hold back.

Even he didn't dare to be careless.

Getting hit by that ship was no joke.

Seeing that Ye Zhen didn't speak, He Yin'er begged, "I just want to pick him up, I should have a family!"

Ye Zhen turned his head and looked at He Yin'er. The girl in front of him was pleading with him, and her eyes were full of expectation.

Ye Zhen was silent for a while, then stood up suddenly, "Calculating, it's almost time. Maybe we can see the end if we go."

Without waiting for He Yin'er to speak, Ye Zhen opened the ghost ghost directly and left the ghost market with He Yin'er.

……

"Yu Zhile, I fucking owe you!"

The ghost painting was forcibly torn open, and a huge black figure threw out a man with cracks all over his body.

The torn crack disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the huge black figure looked at the young man through the crack that was about to heal.

The young man's appearance was not good, his skin was cracked all over his body, and there were large and small wounds on his body that could not be healed.

The young man was clutching a rusty coffin nail in his hand. There was a person impaled on the coffin nail, a man with disheveled hair and nothing on.

"Feel sorry……"

The falling young man fell into the sea, looking at the disappearing crack, with apologies in his gray eyes.

As the crack disappeared, several corpses suddenly appeared from the air and fell to the sea.

Those are the corpses of kings.

The captain lost, but he didn't lose, both sides suffered.

The captain took away the three kings: the manor owner, the projectionist, and the pianist.

All the remaining kings died.

Including the fortune teller.

The dream maker is also dead. The huge figure just now is the dream maker.

She is actually Yu Zhile, but she occupies the same Yu Zhile as the old blind man.

There weren't many bodies on the sea, just a few.

The fortune teller, Fang Shiming, the preacher, the cowboy Simon, the gravedigger, the old woman...

They were all dead, and the evil ghosts in them fell into silence.

At this moment, their bodies were floating in the sea, and their gray eyes were no different from his.

Compared to them, he seemed worse off.

The wounds on his body were large and small all over his body.

There is a conspicuous and ferocious knife edge on the neck, just like a corpse that was beheaded and then sewn together in ancient times.

One of his eyes is extremely gray. This is because the ghost eye has been eroded, and it will take a long time to recover.

There was a gash on his face that reached up to his chin, where the captain had left a scar on his face with the help of ghost scissors.

His waist was still exposed with bones, which were left by the evil ghost on the manor owner.

There were many injuries on his body, including those caused by attacks by the king, attacks by supernatural objects, hits by ghost ships, and scars left by attacks by the intact ghost.

Even most of them are the work of that ghost.

"It's so miserable..." Yu Zhile murmured, and slowly let go of the hand that was holding the coffin nails.

The coffin nails did not sink to the bottom of the sea because the ghost above did not sink to the bottom of the sea.

This ghost is the complete ghost.

In two minutes, he could only imprison the ghost, but could not kill the captain.

"I seem to be really a waste..."

"Having the Ghost Bride who has completed most of the supernatural powers and the Ghost Lake who has copied the King's supernatural powers, it is actually impossible to kill them all."

"And two chess pieces died."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, the smile on his face was very forced.

Boom~!

Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and soon after, it began to rain lightly, and then the rain became heavier and heavier.

The rain splashed on the water and splashed on his body.

"Is it raining……"

Yu Zhile tried his best to open his eyes that were about to close, and looked at the rain pouring from the sky.

This scene seems a bit depressing. He is floating on the sea, surrounded by the scene of rain hitting the sea.

The sky was dark and the rain was pattering in my ears.

He couldn't see clearly the rain coming down.

His vision was almost blurry.

His eyes were cloudy like a dying old man.

The flickering candlelight disappeared.

The two candles burning in front of the ghost mirror finally burned out.

As the candlelight disappeared at this moment, a ferocious crack suddenly appeared on the ghost mirror.

A white, bloodless hand stretched out strangely from the crack.

A young man slowly walked out of the mirror.

As the young man walked out, as if the mirror that had sealed countless ghosts had completed its mission, it began to fall towards the dark, deep and bottomless lake bottom.

The young man did not look in the mirror, but looked around, and quickly locked his target.

It was a coffin, a blood-red coffin.

The young man appeared on the coffin and stepped on it with his shoeless feet.

"If we don't let him bear the attack of these two ghosts at that time, the captain can be killed, and the ghost ship will become our item."

The young man sat on the coffin and looked up.

"There are not so many ifs." The coffin shook slightly, and then a voice without any emotion came.

"Have you extracted all the ghosts' supernatural powers from each other in the ghost mirror?" A voice came from inside the coffin again.

"Well, those ghosts only have the law of killing. Even if they run away, they can only become puzzle pieces. Their own supernatural powers are gone. Even ordinary people can kill these ghosts."

Fierce ghosts rely on supernatural powers to kill people. Without supernatural powers, even if someone triggers the killing pattern, it can't kill people.

Because they have no power.

"When the hungry ghosts and ghosts are recovered, we can start preparing for the next plan." The person in the coffin was silent for a while and said.

The plan was feasible, you knew it from the moment the young man stepped out of the mirror.

The young man said nothing, and the clothes on his back were suddenly torn open by a white hand.

A bride slowly lifted her hijab.

A beautiful face appeared in this strange lake, looking so inconsistent.

As the bride appeared and lifted her hijab, a terrifying supernatural force suddenly appeared.

It was at this time that two things appeared on the coffin.

There are two ghosts, Lord Wu and the wishing ghost.

The bodies of the two ghosts are illusory, but these two illusory ghosts are touched by two threads, one black and one red, extending from the bride's face.

When the two threads touched the bodies of the two ghosts, they instantly invaded each other's bodies.

Suddenly a terrifying scene appeared, and the bodies of the two ghosts were filled with red and black lines in the blink of an eye.

The black thread and the red thread squirmed in the bodies of the two ghosts respectively, extracting everything from each other.

The young man was calm from beginning to end. He just looked up quietly at the guy lying on the water. "If we still lose, I will regret it very much." The young man suddenly said.

"We will not lose." The coffin shook slightly, and an extremely firm voice sounded.

The young man stopped talking, and his dead eyes turned slightly.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there are no big waves on the sea surface, quietly accepting the gifts from heaven.

Yu Zhile's eyes became darker and darker, and the heavy rain washed away his body.

He could feel his body recovering, and the supernatural confrontation had come to an end.

The ghost bride, the ghost lake, and the two ghosts that got mixed up in the process, their supernatural powers are slowly going silent.

This silence is permanent, and they are moving in the direction of death.

This also means that when the supernatural being is completely calmed down, his body will be completely a ghost, an extremely terrifying ghost.

And has a restart.

At that time, he will truly enter the ranks of the old antiques of the Republic of China, and he will not have to worry about the resurrection of the evil ghost at all.

Only then can he be considered a real ghost.

But these are not what he is thinking about at the moment. He is very tired now and just wants to sleep until the end of the world.

Bear all the negative emotions, bear all the pain, the pain of the ghost's resurrection, the pain of the four ghosts fighting in the body...

This really tired him out.

He couldn't help but miss that bowl of egg fried rice.

"Old man, I want to eat... egg fried rice..." Yu Zhile murmured to himself.

Suddenly he felt like crying. He didn't understand why he was so tired. He was obviously not from this world and was not the savior of this world.

Obviously he can live a good life and live happily every day. It would be better to have a little money. If not, he can go home and farm.

He can raise a cow, but he must raise it from a young age, otherwise he will not be allowed to ride it when he grows up.

He likes to herd cows. When the cows eat grass, he sleeps next to them. If he is afraid that he will not find the cow when he wakes up, he sleeps on the cow's back.

Wherever the cows go, he goes.

The cow must be a big buffalo, because big buffalo is really cool.

As he was thinking about it, a conversation suddenly appeared in his mind.

He can't remember the specific content now, but he only remembers one sentence.

I'll go to the pier later to order French fries...

This seems fine.

Thinking about it, Yu Zhile was about to close his eyes. He should go to sleep.

His task has been completed.

"Yu Zhile! You lied to me!"

A crying voice suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Zhile felt that the rain hitting him disappeared.

He was a little confused and raised his tired eyelids with great effort.

There was a vague person in the blurry world, a woman, who looked familiar, but he still recognized her at a glance.

That white rose is beautiful.

"You came……"

Yu Zhile forced a smile.

"Sorry...it won't happen next time..."

He Yin'er's eyes were full of mist, and her body was trembling a little as she looked at this miserable guy.

"You won't die, right?" He Yin'er squatted down, her voice trembling. She gently touched Yu Zhile's face. Her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him again.

"No, it's just... a little difficult."

Yu Zhile tried his best to not be so tired, "Look, what your man did, except for the captain, the manor owner and the projectionist, I killed them all. Isn't that awesome..."

"It's just that I'm a little sleepy now and want to...sleep..."

The energy that the man in front of him tried so hard to raise soon fell into despair.

His eyelids were fighting, but he still refused to close them.

He Yin'er's lips trembled. He didn't know how much time had passed before He Yin'er reached out and carried Yu Zhile on his back.

"I'll take you home!"

The words were very firm, and Yu Zhile suddenly thought of his grandfather.

The two pots of orchids were growing well when he left home.

It seemed to be his home there, but after his grandfather died, he had no home.

It seems that I had a family in my previous life, and the orphanage should be considered a family.

Although there are a lot of brothers and sisters, of course, if you have more brothers and sisters, you will get much less love.

This should be considered home...

"Don't sleep. We'll be home soon. I'm crazy now. I'm going very fast."

He Yin'er's voice was sobbing, but she still tried to keep her voice gentle.

Yu Zhile didn't speak. He was just immersed in his own memories, those weird and cold memories.

He didn't know how much time had passed before an anxious shout rang in his ears. The voice was very familiar, as if he was in Huai Village.

The voice brought him back to reality, and he heard it clearly this time.

"It's okay, I'm just too sleepy. I just slept for a while." Yu Zhile softly comforted the girl who was on her way.

He Yin'er breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, "Don't sleep, please promise me not to sleep."

He Yin'er almost prayed that Yu Zhile wouldn't fall asleep.

"I'm afraid... we can't do it."

"It's okay, I'll wake up soon, trust me." Yu Zhile comforted, although his weak voice had no comforting effect.

"No, you can't do this. When you wake up, it's still you!" He Yin'er suddenly became excited, and her body couldn't stop trembling.

Before Yu Zhile could answer, He Yin'er collapsed and shouted, "No, that's not you, absolutely not!"

Yu Zhile was silent. He wanted to say something, but found that he no longer had the strength.

At the bottom of the lake, the young man sitting in the coffin sighed, "Essentially, they are all the same person. There is no difference. The only difference is that one has emotions and the other does not."

He Yin'er was walking on the sea. It was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain on her face. She suddenly felt a little confused. Why was this happening?
  "There won't be any difference, the essence is still me, even apart from the essence, it is still me..."

Yu Zhile forced himself to gather some strength, and with difficulty reached out his hand to wipe the tears and rainwater from He Yin'er's cheeks.

"Supernatural things are inexplicable in themselves. If it were true, the real me would have died long ago, dead in the ghost painting."

"Now I am just Yu Zhile with Yu Zhile's memory."

"But you said this isn't me?"

"It's me, it's me from beginning to end, I've always been Yu Zhile..."

He Yin'er's lips trembled and she was speechless.

"It's okay, I'll be fine..."

Yu Zhile's voice gradually became weaker, and his hand gradually dropped.

The world is silent at this moment.

It was as if he had fallen from the air into the water.

He was falling, and he could see the two people on the water fading away.

He also saw the young man sitting on the coffin.

It's him, it's him Yu Zhile.

"She's very good." Yu Zhile said softly.

The young man on the coffin nodded, "I know."

"That's good……"

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall into the bottom of the lake where countless ghosts were buried.

He's going to take all the damage underground and he doesn't care because that's how he figures it.

From the deepest part of the lake, countless pairs of pale ghost hands stretched out from the bottom of the lake, grabbed the falling young man, and pulled him into the boundless darkness.

He disappeared, and the young man on the coffin just watched this scene quietly.

"All of us are united..." the young man murmured softly.

Then closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)