Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 162 Zhang Xianguang plans to start a new life

If the ghost's killing pattern is triggered but only targets one person, then ordinary people in this era will live very easily.

"To be honest, your idea is very good, but it is very difficult to implement." Luo Qian said after being silent for a while.

"So, I will be very busy, but I still have to ask those ghost masters to die and bring peace to future generations." Yu Zhile looked at the wooden house and found out that there was a table, a chair and a bed.

There is nothing but these, not even the quilt.

Not to mention the tea he wanted.

"They won't want to die like this." The old man shook his head.

"It's just that you will die sooner or later." Yu Zhile said expressionlessly.

"I will subtly let the resurrected ghosts inherit their memories, and then distort their killing patterns. Changing them is too troublesome and laborious. I want to do less of the thankless things now."

"You are waiting for someone who can quickly end the supernatural recovery." Yu Zhile tilted his head and looked at the old man, "But unfortunately, I am very slow, and no one among you except Zhang Youhong can see it in person."

"But it's okay. I will take pity on you guys. When peace comes later, I will summon your souls and let you see what a real peaceful age is."

The old man's eyes moved slightly, with some hope, "Well, I'll wait until I wake up again and see what you said."

"If it's different, then don't blame me for scolding you."

The old man said half-jokingly.

"You can scold me all you want. I can take care of you, so that's up to you." Yu Zhile said nonchalantly.

"Hahaha!"

The old man laughed and shook his head until he regained his composure.

He stood up and said, "Let's go and take you to see some interesting things. When I die, you will inherit this place. Whether you keep it as it is or take it away depends on your mood."

Yu Zhile stood up without speaking.

The next moment, the surrounding scene changed.

When he stood still, they came to an extremely strange cemetery.

There is a fence gate with a rusty coffin nail stuck in it.

Inside the fence are graves, but these graves are strangely large. The smallest ones are as big as thatched houses, and the largest ones are as big as a two-story building.

Judging from the scale of these tombs, it is enough to imagine how terrifying the things buried inside are.

"Go in and take a look?" The old man stood in front of the fence gate and looked at Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile nodded and walked into the cemetery.

The moment he walked in, he felt something was wrong.

His consciousness actually became drowsy uncontrollably, as if he hadn't slept for a long time, very sleepy.

"this road……"

Yu Zhile shook his head to clear away the drowsiness in his head.

"How do you feel?" The old man looked at Yu Zhile with a smile in his eyes.

"Can this road suppress the consciousness of living people or the consciousness of ghosts?"

Yu Zhile did not continue moving forward, he could feel that this was the limit of this road.

"For suppressing ghosts, living people are of no use."

"If a ghost with wisdom walks on this yellow mud path, his consciousness will be suppressed."

"Unfortunately, this is only part of the puzzle, and I didn't find the rest."

The old man sighed, feeling very sorry.

"The level of terror is not low. If it were the old man just now, he would be suppressed directly."

"It's of no use to me."

Yu Zhile stepped on the soil under his feet. It was thick, but it felt sticky when he stepped on it.

This road has a great restrictive effect on ghosts.

He felt a little sluggish when he just raised his feet.

"What if we make up for everything?" the old man became interested and asked.

"I will also be in some trouble now." Yu Zhile estimated and answered truthfully.

The old man nodded, "What do you think of this road as Huangquan Road?"

Yu Zhile's eyes moved slightly and he thought carefully, "The killing pattern of this road is very consistent with the requirements of Huangquan Road, but it is not enough. I have methods for the level of terror, but this killing pattern is not enough."

"If it is completed, this road can directly suppress the ghost's consciousness and at the same time suppress the murderous pattern of the fierce ghost, then it will be fine."

Having said this, Yu Zhile paused and looked up at the old man, "If this road can really go as I said, I can even peel off the murderous patterns of the ghosts who walk on this road without spending too much effort. , turning the evil ghost directly into a ghost, but a ghost that cannot kill people."

This is in line with Yu Zhile's previous expectation. The ghost lake increases the level of terror. He controls the killing patterns, or makes a special thing to store the killing patterns.

This way the risk of him losing control is significantly reduced or even eliminated.

His current idea is more complete. He is now the ghost lake and He Yin'er is the ghost bride.

But after all, the ghost lake is also a ghost bride, because the ghost lake has all the supernatural powers of the ghost bride.

And because of the small ghost marriage, the ghost bride and the ghost lake have become the same existence.

This is equivalent to him being the ghost lake, but possessing all the supernatural powers of the ghost bride. He Yin'er is the ghost bride, but possessing all the supernatural powers of the ghost lake.

His current idea is to strip away those useless killing patterns and store them. Guihu has got too many killing patterns, so many that there is nothing that is not among his killing patterns.

If he kills people regularly, he will gradually develop instincts and become the instincts of a fierce ghost. Once this happens, he will become a real ghost, a ghost that relies on instinct.

He is different from Yang Jian. He dominates himself, not the ghost boy who has Yang Jian's memory.

Therefore, he is not controlled by instincts and those murderous laws.

If this were not the case, he would have a hard time because he had to suppress his instincts and prevent himself from acting on them.

This is why he thinks he is a demigod.

The risk of him losing control is not small.

"You can try to make up for it. With your current strength, it will be easy to find the ghost you want." The old man thought for a while and said.

"By the way, let me remind you one thing, too many killing patterns will cause problems."

Yu Zhile nodded, "I know that if there are too many killing patterns, it will easily get out of control. I'm thinking of a way now."

The top ghost masters actually have only a few abilities.

And most of them are complementary or opposite.

Come to think of it, otherwise it would be basically impossible to control the second ghost.

Too many killing patterns are a drag, and the essence of the supernatural is just the level of terror.

Some people control four or five ghosts, but in the end they cannot defeat the ghost master who controls one ghost.

Whether there are many ghosts or not, whether there are many killing patterns or not, sincerity is not important.

What matters has always been intensity.

"You and Zhang Dong died at about the same time, but you were in front." Yu Zhile walked to the old man and looked at this strange cemetery.

This is the deepest part of the endless tomb.

The old man sighed, "I still can't compare to that guy."

"I will take this road with you. After you die, I will collect your body for you. I will take over the cemetery. If possible, I will use this place as the foundation of the underworld, but it will definitely have to be moved." Yu Zhile said.

The Endless Cemetery is very suitable as the foundation of the underworld. It is huge and this supernatural place is also very special.

As long as a ghost is buried and the burial place is not far from here, then it belongs to the Endless Cemetery.

With a little work, the Endless Cemetery is no less than a ghost painting.

Ghosts are realms, some can be moved and some cannot, but those are actually ghosts, just like the Endless Cemetery.

"You can do whatever you want with this. I don't care about this." The old man waved his hand and didn't care.

Yu Zhile nodded and stepped on the yellow mud path. The next moment, the path leading to the deepest part of the cemetery began to disappear.

The old man looked at the disappearing yellow mud path and sighed, "It's not a bit strong."    "Do you want to take that ghost away?" The old man suddenly asked.

"No, but I have to let it wake up first." Yu Zhile said.

"Then I'll bring it over." The old man nodded and then disappeared.

After a while, the old man appeared again, but he was holding a skinless corpse in his hands.

The corpse is in the form of a child and is not very scary.

Seeing this ghost's skin being torn off, the evil ghost was also separated out, and the ghost was just patched up.

If he hadn't known what role this ghost played during his lifetime, he would never have believed that this guy would be the top ghost controller in the Republic of China.

Yu Zhile looked at the corpse, thought for a moment and reached out to hold the corpse's head.

Horrible ghosts began to weave, and the old man put down the boy's body.

The body did not fall to the ground, but hovered strangely in the air, as if Yu Zhile was grabbing the boy.

But the problem is, Yu Zhile's hand is only on the boy's head, not grabbing the boy's head.

Yu Zhile tilted his head slightly and thought for a moment. A piece of fair human skin appeared and was draped on the boy's body.

The moment the human skin came into contact with the boy, it fit perfectly on the boy's body.

The boy's eyes began to tremble, and then slowly opened.

The boy's eyes were a little confused, but he soon became clear.

Yu Zhile let go of the boy, and the boy landed firmly on the ground.

"I'm alive again?"

The boy looked at his hand, "Interesting."

He looked up at Yu Zhile, "So, my current identity is a staff member of the underworld?"

Yu Zhile nodded.

The boy touched his chin and said, "Let me, Lin Ying, work for someone else. Isn't it a bit..."

"Forget it, it's not impossible."

"When Luo Qian dies, will I temporarily manage the cemetery?"

"Does that mean I can deal with the ghosts here as I please?"

The boy stared at Yu Zhile and asked. He never looked at Luo Qian from beginning to end.

"Whatever, but if you eat too much, I will eat ghosts." Yu Zhile showed a dangerous smile.

The old man looked at this scene with some surprise in his eyes.

"How?" the old man asked.

"The memory is copied, pulled and then assimilated into a ghost." Yu Zhile said casually.

It sounds very relaxed and comfortable, but the old man knows very well how small the operating space is.

Looking at Lin Ying's current appearance, it is obvious that he has complete memories of his life. This is considered to be a resurrection from the dead.

Is this kid already able to do such a thing?

"It will take a long time to restore the previous strength, so, Luo, I will have to trouble you next." The boy tilted his head and showed an enticing smile.

"Are you sure?" The old man smiled.

The boy touched his chin and said, "It feels terrible to sleep in a grave. It's not fun."

The old man smiled and said nothing, just looked at the boy.

"I have to go."

Yu Zhile looked into the depths of the cemetery and saw the eerie scene, but he saw a little girl holding a white cat and riding on the back of a Zang Ao.

Coco does like to play, it's true.

Looking away, Yu Zhile's eyes moved slightly, and a picture appeared in his mind.

After the scene disappeared, Yu Zhile left the cemetery directly and started looking for his destination without taking the bus.

The only ghost that can strip away the killing patterns of evil ghosts.

See Yu Zhile leaving.

The old man looked down at the boy and said, "Tell me, what did you think at the beginning?"

The boy shrugged, "I'm going to die, so just do whatever you can."

The old man was speechless, shook his head, turned and left.

The boy looked around and smiled, his eyes always dangerous.

He is indeed weak now, but don't worry, his ghost is still there and he can start over.

"Dad, I feel like I'm idle."

In the old house, Zhang Xianguang looked helplessly at the old man sitting on the Taishi chair.

"According to my plan, I should take action soon, but because of him, my plan was completely destroyed."

"Now that he is no longer active in real life, I don't know what to do anymore."

Zhang Dong opened his eyes slightly, "Is it okay to find a wife or have a child?"

Zhang Xianguang: "..."

"Isn't it a little late to say this now?"

The old man sat up straight, his eyes calm, "Zhang Youhong can live three lives again, why can't you?"

"She can live her life again and have children, but you can't after you live your life again?"

"Zhang Xun is dead. Now the only ones alive in the old Zhang family are you, me and Youhong."

"Guizi, do you want the Zhang family to be extinct?"

Zhang Xianguang swallowed, a little afraid to speak.

"I gave birth to you after I became a ghost controller, so you were born to eat this bowl of rice."

"You have your ambitions. I understand and support them, so I don't bother to care about you."

"Now that your ambition has become bullshit, you come here to ask what you should do."

"Zhang Xianguang, do you think that if you were not my cub, would you be beaten to death by me?"

Zhang Dong looked at Zhang Xianguang expressionlessly.

Zhang Xianguang swallowed again, feeling a little embarrassed. After a long time, he asked nervously, "How about I also go and live a new life?"

"Then what?" Zhang Dong's eyes softened slightly.

"I think you should like your granddaughter." Zhang Xianguang asked after hesitating for a while.

Zhang Dong nodded, "I'll make the arrangements. I'll help you pull out your body."

"Uh... forget about the main body. My main body doesn't need to do heavy work." Zhang Xianguang shook his head quickly.

"No, I think so." Zhang Dong looked at Zhang Xianguang.

Zhang Xianguang stopped talking. He felt that if he said one more word, he would be beaten to death, and then his father would take his body out and beat him severely, and finally give him things to do heavy work.

"Okay, that's up to you, but can you see it?" Zhang Xianguang asked worriedly.

"It's none of your business." Zhang Dong didn't bother to pay attention to this rebellious son. "Go and arrange your own funeral arrangements. I will make arrangements for you before I die."

"..."

Zhang Xianguang remained silent, did not speak, stood up and walked to the patio, then turned on the ghost and left the old house.

Zhang Dong looked at Zhang Xianguang who was leaving, nodded slightly, and turned around at least.

(End of this chapter)