Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 168 The Resurrected Scholar

"True immortal?"

someone asked.

"If it seems suspicious, wave your hand and I will die." Li Yushu said.

"How does it compare to being there?" someone asked again.

"Kill them all in the blink of an eye." Li Yushu said again.

"Can it be tested?" someone asked again.

"He doesn't care." Li Yushu replied.

"There is no doubt that he is a true immortal."

Silence fell in the private room.

"Their destination is the Immortal Sect?" someone asked after a moment of silence.

Li Yushu nodded.

The people in the elegant room looked at each other, and they had already confirmed one thing in their hearts.

"Kill." A middle-aged man wearing a green gown and wearing a dragon jade around his waist looked at Li Yushu expressionlessly and said.

"How about the Immortal?"

He looked at Li Yushu with a sinister smile, "Success or failure is fleeting. Opportunities are hidden behind dangers."

"That's why I invite you here."

"There is no retreat. If we cannot satisfy the immortal this time, this place will disappear."

In one sentence, most people's timid thoughts were dispelled.

Li Yushu said there was no way out, so there really was no way out.

"Place." Someone asked.

"Inside the Immortal Sect, besiege and kill." Li Yushu said with an indifferent expression.

No one said anything, they hugged their hands and turned to leave.

The people in the private room left one by one, and in the end only Li Yushu and the man wearing a blue gown with a dragon jade on his waist were left.

"Yushu, how sure are you?"

Li Yushu shook his head, "I'm not sure, but it's worth a try."

The middle-aged man in a long gown nodded, "I understand."

"City Lord's Mansion, please leave me an heir."

"Of course." Li Yushu nodded in agreement.

The middle-aged man no longer had any worries and turned around and left.

……

"The immortal's chess skills are so terrifying."

In the courtyard of Li Mansion, two people were playing chess.

Yu Zhile dropped the last piece with an expressionless face.

The middle-aged man opposite sighed and resigned.

"Lost again."

Yu Zhile said nothing, waved his hand, and the chessboard was restored.

The middle-aged man was not polite and took the lead in picking up the black piece.

"I dare to ask the immortal, is there a fairyland in this world?"

The middle-aged man raised his head and asked.

Even if he is an immortal, he should come from the immortal world.

"none."

Yu Zhile gave up one son to Tianyuan.

The middle-aged man was slightly startled, but he didn't believe it.

"If there is no immortal world, where will the immortals come from?"

"From people." Yu Zhile said indifferently.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank and his heart beat uncontrollably.

"People can become immortals!" He looked at Yu Zhile in disbelief.

"It's not an immortal, it's a ghost, or a god."

Yu Zhile looked at the middle-aged man with pity in his eyes.

The fish in the fish tank and the child sitting in the well looking at the sky are ants.

There is no fear in ignorance.

Some middle-aged people couldn't understand what Yu Zhile said.

"Why?"

"He has the ability to be an immortal, but he is not an immortal. He is actually a ghost." Yu Zhile said calmly.

"What is a ghost?" The middle-aged man frowned, confused.

Yu Zhile: "Immortal, immortal."

"Isn't this an immortal?" The middle-aged man's pupils flickered.

"Haha." Yu Zhile sneered without answering.

The middle-aged man fell silent, feeling overwhelmed.

Immortals are ghosts, ghosts are not immortals, and people who become immortals become ghosts?

But being immortal is not an immortal?

The middle-aged man was at a loss.

When he walked out of the hospital, he was confused and murmured, "Ghosts are immortals, and immortals are not ghosts."

"Ghosts are immortals, immortals are not ghosts..."

Yu Zhile ignored this inexplicable head of the Li family.

Looking at the night sky, he had some disappointment in his eyes, "If it's just a siege, it would be boring."

Suddenly, his eyes moved, and after thinking about it, the figure disappeared from the spot.

In the villages outside the city.

"Dong dong dong~!"

"Scholar, scholar, open the door quickly!"

An aunt in her forties knocked anxiously on the door of a thatched house.

The sound is loud and travels far.

"Here you come, what's going on?"

The rustling sound of dressing was heard, and soon, a young man with a pale face and purple lips opened the door.

"Aunt Wang? What's the matter?"

Opening the door, the scholar looked at the woman outside the door in surprise, full of doubts.

"There's no time to explain, come with me, there's something important!"

“Talking as we walk!”

The woman grabbed the young man's hand and tried to pull him outside.

The woman's strength was so great that the scholar felt pain and quickly broke away, "Aunt Wang, wait for the young student to get dressed..."

But before he finished speaking, the woman took the scholar's hand again.

"I can't wait any longer, Mr. Zhang. I believe Auntie, the matter is urgent and we don't have so much time."

With that said, the woman took the scholar and walked out.

The scholar also became anxious, "Wait until the young man and the lady say goodbye!"

Seeing that the scholar was still alive and dead, the woman had no good solution. She looked around nervously, gritted her teeth, and said, "Hurry up."

He let go of his hand.

The scholar didn't know what happened, but seeing how anxious he looked, he thought it was something big.

Aunt Wang is very kind to them and will not harm him.

Without much hesitation, the scholar hurried back to the bedroom.

"What...what happened?"

On the bed, a woman with a sickly face and slightly sunken cheeks struggled to hold herself up.

The woman looks sweet, and although her face is pale, she gives people a sickly beauty.

"It's okay. Aunt Wang may have something to do, and she is very anxious. She will come back as soon as she leaves for her husband. Madam, please have a good rest. Don't get caught by the cold."

The scholar gently pushed the woman back onto the bed and covered her with the quilt.

The woman looked at the scholar worriedly, "Be careful."

"Yes." The scholar nodded, got dressed, and walked quickly toward the door. Before leaving, the scholar looked back at the woman, his eyes full of tenderness.

"What on earth is going on?"

The scholar closed the door and looked at the woman.

"I won't be able to tell for a while, so just come with me."

Seeing the scholar come out, the woman did not hesitate and quickly pulled the scholar out.

The scholar wants to say that men and women are not close to each other. He is a family man and should not be like this.

But thinking that the situation was urgent, he couldn't say anything, so he had to let the woman do what she did.

The two of them walked quickly on the country road.

"Are we going to the city?"

Seeing that Aunt Wang was walking in the direction out of the village, the scholar couldn't help but become confused.

"Well, hurry up, or it will be too late." The woman was still anxious, but she did not look back. If she looked back, the scholar would find that the woman's eyes were full of guilt and entanglement.

Under the moonlight, there is no need for lanterns or torches.

The road is clear and the road is broad.

After walking for a while, the woman stopped some distance from the village. She looked at the surrounding woods, then turned back to the scholar and said.

"Just wait here. Someone will look for trouble later. If you seize the opportunity, your wife's illness may be cured."

"Auntie, what does this mean? Who is looking for Xiaosheng?" Seeing that his aunt was about to leave, the scholar quickly blocked the way.

"That's all Auntie said." The woman didn't say much, left the scholar alone, and walked quickly towards the city.

The scholar frowned, full of doubts.

In this mountain countryside, my aunt took me here and asked me to wait for someone.

But who will look for him?

He is just a depressed and poor scholar.

The scholar was a little worried, not for himself, but for his wife at home.

My wife is ill and needs someone to stay by her side. She will be uneasy if he comes back late. But thinking of what his aunt had just said, the scholar forced himself to hold back his worries.

My wife's illness cannot be delayed.

"For my wife, I have to wait." The scholar made up his mind and waited here.

Under the moonlight, the trees were swaying, and Yu Zhile stood under the trees and looked at the poor scholar.

"Let me help him?"

Yu Zhile tilted his head slightly and looked at He Yin'er beside him, "Why?"

The wedding dress floated slightly, not knowing what was said, Yu Zhile's eyes moved slightly.

"Actually, this kind of thing will never happen to you."

"You haven't woken up yet. I don't blame you for doing this. When you wake up, remember to tell me clearly."

Yu Zhile sighed, "Okay, it's up to you."

With no other choice, Yu Zhile walked out of the woods.

"Scholar, you'd better go back quickly. If it's too late, your wife might..."

Yu Zhile didn't say anything.

When the scholar saw someone coming out, he thought it was the person he was waiting for. But when he heard this, the scholar's face changed drastically.

Without any hesitation, he ran towards the village.

Yu Zhile strolled behind him, following from a distance.

"Zhile...this...is...not good..."

A staccato voice sounded.

Yu Zhile was indifferent. He Yin'er was now so good that he was just a little short of the Holy Mother.

But he didn't care because she couldn't influence him.

The scholar hurriedly hurriedly and slowly finally arrived home.

The moment he saw the open door, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

"Haha, she's tender, she's really tender. I've told you a long time ago that the scholar's mother-in-law is very nice. You didn't believe it. Now you believe it!"

"My eldest brother is still discerning. This little girl is much more tender than the ones in Yichun Yuan. Unfortunately, she is just a little weak."

In the small room, the lewd voices of several people rang out.

The scholar's body trembled, and he was afraid to go in at this moment.

"Are you okay? The scholar may be coming back. It wouldn't be good to be caught."

"It'll be ready soon."

After hearing this, the scholar couldn't help it anymore and rushed in directly.

When he entered the familiar home, he froze in place.

His eyes were instantly bloodshot.

"Yo, I'm back."

In the room, someone saw the scholar standing at the door and suddenly became happy.

And coincidentally, the last person was finished and he lifted his pants.

"Shusheng Zhang, your wife is very handsome."

When several people heard this, they looked at each other and laughed.

Then several people walked out of the house and walked straight past the scholar.

The scholar trembled and looked at the woman on the bed.

The woman's face was full of despair, and the look in her eyes had already faded away.

Pfft~!

A sharp knife pierced the scholar's chest.

"For fear of trouble, please die."

The scholar spat out a mouthful of blood, shook his body and fell to the ground.

The gangsters laughed and left.

The scholar looked at the woman in the room desperately, and slowly crawled towards the room.

He wanted to touch his wife.

A bloody path was dragged out, but he did not enter the room in the end.

At this moment, his heart was full of resentment.

Why is this happening!

Why is this happening!

why!

The look in the scholar's eyes quickly disappeared.

In the end it completely disappeared.

At the door, Yu Zhile leaned on the courtyard door and watched the scene.

Next to him was a bride in wedding dress.

At this moment, the bride stood there quietly looking at this tragic scene.

The wedding dress is shaking.

Yu Zhile didn't care about this. He looked at the scholar's body and narrowed his eyes slightly.

A coldness rose from the scholar's body.

Blue-black corpse spots quickly appeared on the scholar's skin.

The despair on his face turned deadly.

"The evil ghost has revived?"

Yu Zhile was a little surprised, "There is actually a ghost in this guy who has lost his habit of killing people."

Kakakka~!

The scholar stood up in a strange way.

It looked lifeless, its skin was covered with corpse spots, and its aura was extremely cold.

The scholar stared at the woman in the room for a long time, and finally turned to look at Yu Zhile.

"Ok?"

Yu Zhile frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment to get out of the way.

His figure became looming.

The scholar paused slightly, as if he was confused because he lost his target.

But soon, the book came to life and it walked towards the door.

"Restored the killing pattern and completely turned into a ghost."

Yu Zhile touched his chin, "Another guess has been confirmed. After a ghost with no killing patterns is controlled, the resentment or obsession of a living person before death may create a new killing pattern."

"It's interesting."

Yu Zhile followed the scholar, he wanted to see what the scholar would do.

This ghost is quite scary.

He didn't know what the pattern of killing was.

The scholar was walking on the village road, and a strange scene happened.

Every time the scholar took a step, someone in the village died quietly.

Until we walked out of the village, the village had become a dead village.

"Is the killing pattern so evil?"

Looking at the black mist that filled the scholar's body, this ghost was about to give birth to ghosts.

"I have to say, that little lady is really tender." In the village road, several men were still thinking about the scene just now.

"That scholar is no good. The fields are not cultivated much, and they are very compact. Compared with this, the land in Yichun Court is nothing short of heaven and earth."

A few people were chatting and laughing, not caring about the viciousness just now.

"It's a pity, it's too brittle, otherwise I could have played for a few more days." One person said with some pity.

"really."

Someone echoed.

Da da da~!

The sound of blood flowing and dripping sounded. Several people were slightly stunned and looked around.

"Did you hear anything?" someone asked with a frown.

"I heard it, it seemed like the sound of water drops."

Several people stopped and looked around for the source of the sound.

Soon, one person's pupils shrank, "How is that possible!"

With an exclamation, several people were startled and quickly looked in one direction.

A man with blood burning in his chest and filled with black mist appeared from a distance.

"That scholar! He's still alive!"

Several people recognized him at a glance as the scholar who had been stabbed in the chest with a knife just now.

"Are you sure it was punctured?" someone asked.

"Of course I'm sure."

Several people fell silent, with an unknown premonition in their hearts.

"Isn't it possible?"

"Shit, if he were an immortal, how could he be so shabby?"

They were interrupted before they finished speaking. Several people felt a little panicked, but they still managed to stay calm.

"No matter what his situation is, the worst he can do is kill him once. I'm not afraid of him alive, but am I afraid of him dead?"

"That doesn't make sense."

The person who killed the scholar took out his knife and walked towards the scholar who was walking towards them with a ferocious expression.

Several people observed the situation. They never believed that the dead would be resurrected.

They only know that they did not kill them completely.

Several people looked at each other and walked towards the scholar together.

Yu Zhile looked at these people and observed the scholar's killing pattern.

This ghost would be extremely scary if left outside.

Yu Zhilan watched.

(End of this chapter)