Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 184 The stitched body and the old man

"It seems confirmed."

Under the old tree in the yard of the old house, Zhang Dong looked in one direction, feeling lost in thought.

The old man never thought that one day, he would be the person in someone's dream.

Although he had expected it, he still couldn't believe it when the truth was revealed in front of him.

The choice Yu Zhile made was correct in his opinion, but there were still some unstable factors.

Is he really sure that as long as the world is destroyed, he will wake up?

Yu Zhile was not sure, he was sure, but he also knew that Yu Zhile had no choice. He could only do this because it was the safest way.

After knowing that he was definitely dreaming, everything should be destroyed.

Hesitation is not Yu Zhile's style. This person was originally a madman, but now he is even crazier.

……

A strange rain of blood started in Dadong City and ended where no one knew.

The headquarters is now in panic, and everyone is wondering if it is the end of the world at this moment.

In less than a few hours, dozens of cities were wiped out in the bloody rain.

Those who experienced the blood rain had no chance of survival, and the ghost masters did not even have a chance to escape.

Now, the blood rain is spreading towards the whole world at a very fast speed. It is estimated that the entire world will be covered by this blood rain in up to three days.

This is like a supernatural event that threatens the whole world.

This is not just a matter of headquarters.

Cao Yanhua, who had finished serving as deputy head of the headquarters, urgently organized a team leader meeting.

The captains who were named captains and commanded the ghost masters rushed to the headquarters in a short time.

But there are still some who didn't show up, such as Wang Chaling, Liu San, Shen Lin, Cao Yang...

They were definitely dead.

Not many captains were present, Yang Jian, Li Jun, Li Leping, A Hong, Lu Zhiwen...the only remaining captains were here.

The conference room was terribly dull.

Yang Jian looked serious, and standing next to him was a ghost boy with black skin and blood-red eyes.

Normally, anyone would take a second look at this weird combination and stay away from Yang Jian, but now no one cares.

"Yu Zhile... is crazy." Li Leping broke the dull atmosphere in the conference room and gave the answer when no one knew what caused this supernatural incident.

This answer is very heart-warming.

Of course, some people don't believe it, but because there is no evidence, they have no choice but to remain silent.

In fact, they all felt lucky and expected Li Leping to be joking.

But judging from the images captured by the satellite, they actually already have the answer in mind, but they are just not so sure.

Li Leping just let them confirm the answer.

"Why?" Cao Yanhua looked at Li Leping and asked a question he didn't know the answer to.

why?

Li Leping shook his head. He definitely didn't know about this question. If he knew, he wouldn't be sitting here.

"The most important thing now is how I can stop Yu Zhile." Li Jun gritted his teeth and said this.

"Stop it, how to stop it?" Li Leping looked at Li Jun.

"You may not know how weird Yu Zhile is right now. Let me tell you, if we are put together now, someone can kill us all with just one look."

"Wang Chaling has four ghosts on his body, two of them are from the Republic of China period, but even the news about such a person has not been spread."

"Shen Lin, a memory-type ghost controller, died immediately. He didn't even have a chance to escape. He just said a word."

"Are you just waiting to die like this?" Li Jun stared at Li Leping.

"This seems to be the only way." Li Leping nodded. Now Yu Zhile can no longer be regarded as a ghost controller. He has already surpassed that level.

Although he didn't know why Yu Zhile would do such a thing, it was certainly not important to him.

"Waiting to die is not my style." Yang Jian said coldly.

"Who would be willing to wait to die if they could do it?" Li Leping said.

Everyone in the conference room looked at Li Leping. This man was so frustrated. Could it be that just because of Yu Zhile's strength, he had lost the idea of ​​resisting?

"Professor Wang, what do you think?" Yang Jian no longer wanted to pay attention to Li Leping and looked at Wang Xiaoming.

"Sit and watch." Wang Xiaoming said expressionlessly.

Uh……

The conference room fell silent again, and Wang Xiaoming didn't care. Since Yu Zhile did such a thing, it meant that he had confirmed one thing.

If nothing else, this world is really just a dream for Yu Zhile, a dream that binds him.

Now that the dreamers want to wake up, it's too late for them to stop it.

A gentle dream actually didn't kill Yu Zhile before he grew up.

Sure enough, ghosts have no intelligence.

Wang Xiaoming lowered his eyes, having nothing else to do but waiting to die.

When will Wang Xiaoming give up?

This is something Yang Jian can't understand. This man who devoted himself to solving the supernatural recovery for the country and the people gave up at this moment.

"Do you know something? For example, the reason and purpose of Yu Zhile doing this."

Yang Jian stared at Wang Xiaoming, waiting for a reply.

Wang Xiaoming raised his eyes slightly, "Everything is meaningless. It is true for that person, and it is also true for us. What is fake will always be fake..."

If the person who is good at turning lies into truth can't do it, how can they do it.

Regardless of the process, the result is actually the same.

This is a dream, but the dream will end one day.

Either you wake up from the dream, or the dreamer dies.

"Everything is meaningless?"

Yang Jian's expression turned cold, "Then what do you mean by that?"

Cao Yanhua frowned and looked at Wang Xiaoming. He couldn't understand why Professor Wang was like this.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Cao Yanhua, then at Yang Jian, said nothing, and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, several people in the conference room were completely confused.

Tick ​​tock~!

Yang Jian, who was still asking Wang Xiaoming, suddenly paused. He looked up at the ceiling, and a drop of blood seeped out from the ceiling.

Blood dripped onto the conference table, splattering with blood.

The expressions of Yang Jian and others suddenly changed, and Li Jun stood up suddenly and opened the curtains.

A piece of blood appeared in front of them.

It was raining blood outside the window, and blood-colored mist was rising.

The whole city was silent at this moment in the rain of blood.

Li Jun's pupils shrank violently and his body couldn't stop shaking.

There was no cry for help, no wailing, which meant...

It means that this place has fallen.

"Yu Zhile! You deserve to die!"

Yang Jian stood up and put his hand on the ghost boy's head. A scarlet ghost eye emerged from his forehead. He stared at the blood rain outside the window, his eyes full of solemnity.

It came too fast. How much did Yu Zhile want to destroy the world?

"It's too fast, there's no chance." Li Leping sighed.

"There is a chance." Yang Jian lowered his head and glanced at Guitong.

I already had an idea in mind.

Whether you can succeed depends on how long you can persist and whether the ghost boy's digestion ability can keep up.

The conference room became gloomy because of the drops of blood seeping from the ceiling.

This drop of blood seems to be able to reproduce. The moment it drops on the conference table, the number of drops increases.

Yang Jian looked at this ominous drop of ghost blood and felt very familiar.

"This is severe ghost blood!"

Soon he recognized the origin of this drop of blood, and Yang Jian's expression became uncertain.

"Eat it." Yang Jian ordered the ghost boy to eat the ghost blood.

Yan Yan once said that if his blood was left outside for a long time, an extremely terrifying thing would happen.

The ghosts in the blood will escape from the blood.

The ghost boy quickly appeared on the table and bit into the drop of ghost blood.

Li Leping watched quietly, motionless. Wang Xiaoming didn't even raise his eyelids.

Cao Yanhua didn't know when he leaned on the chair, his head hung down, and his body looked very weak.

Yang Jian glanced at Cao Yanhua, his pupils moved slightly, Cao Yanhua seemed to be dead...

The ghost boy had already touched the drop of blood, bit a big hole in the table, and swallowed the drop of blood into his stomach.

There doesn't seem to be anything unusual, and we just need to wait for the ghost boy to digest it.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, it was good if he could eat, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to eat.

However, at this moment, the ghost boy suddenly fell to the ground, with strange flames coming out of his body.

Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed, and a red light quickly shot toward the ghost boy.

But it was still a step too late. In just a blink of an eye, the ghost boy was burned into smoke, and even the shroud on it was burned into smoke.

The ghost was burned to death!

Yang Jian couldn't believe that this kind of thing would happen. Can ghosts be killed?

It is understandable that the ghost boy can be killed, after all, it is not a real ghost in itself.

But the shroud is indeed a ghost, a real ghost, and ghosts cannot be killed!

A chill ran down Yang Jian's spine.

Thump~!

Before Yang Jian could think about the reason, Li Jun fell to the ground, his body burning with green flames. Li Jun's body was deflating rapidly, and in the end, only a piece of human skin was left.

Wang Xiaoming lay stiffly on the table motionless.

Li Leping's figure disappeared quickly.

Lu Zhiwen looked at Yang Jian with a miserable smile, and then his whole person turned into a pile of ashes.

A Hong looked at her body blankly. Her body was decaying rapidly. In just the blink of an eye, most of her flesh and blood had rotted away.

"Captain Li..."

A Hong stood up and reached out to grab Li Jun's body, but as soon as she stood up, her whole body turned into a pool of blood.

The bones and clothes turned into blood.

In the conference room, only one person died in an instant. Looking at this scene, Yang Jian felt his scalp numb.

Blood-red mist spread from the window. Yang Jian looked at this scene and suddenly showed a wry smile.

"This is God..."

The blood mist filled the air, suppressing everything and swallowing everything. Yang Jian looked at the blood mist that enveloped him indifferently. His body was disappearing quickly, and his consciousness was also disappearing quickly.

The moment Yang Jian died, the whole world seemed different.

The rain of blood eventually spread to the entire world.

Yu Zhile stood in the rain, looking at the blood-red sky and earth, next to Zhang Dong who was about to die.

"Even if it's a dream, I can still affect that ghost." Zhang Dong let the blood wash over his body. He didn't care and looked at Yu Zhile with shining eyes.

"This is an opportunity, a real opportunity! I can stop you from dreaming when you wake up!"

"But you have to promise me one thing!"

Yu Zhile tilted his head, his face was lifeless and he didn't speak.

Zhang Dong didn't care, "The real end of supernatural recovery!"

"Only despair can fight despair!"

Zhang Dong's body began to melt, but at this moment, his supernatural power was released without reservation. He raised his arm with exposed bones and waved it lightly. At this moment, the world instantly turned dark.

At this moment, all the supernatural power in his body disappeared.

Tiredness and coldness suddenly filled the whole body at this moment.

He fell into darkness.

His consciousness began to become confused, and his memory gradually became weird.

Time lost its meaning at this moment. Yu Zhile felt that he was at the beginning of the world. He became very small, and the darkness imprisoned him like a cage.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but in his confusion, he vaguely saw an old man standing in front of him.

"Wake up soon. You're lucky. If it had been slower, I would have given up on you."

"Now that you're awake, it's still useful."

The old man reached out and took out some things from his body. He could not see clearly clearly, but Yu Zhile knew what those things were.

They were his internal organs, but they were mutilated, as if something had eaten them.

"I don't know if this one can last until you wake up."

When he lost consciousness again, he vaguely heard this sentence, and then he heard nothing again.

I don't know how long time passed, but the confused Yu Zhile suddenly saw a little light in the darkness.

The appearance of light made him in despair subconsciously want to get closer.

The chaotic memory made him look very confused, and relying on instinct, he grasped this bit of light.

It was at this moment that the surrounding darkness disappeared.

There was a sound in his ear.

In a dark room, an oil lamp burned slowly.

Several wooden beds were covered with white cloth, and the strong smell of corpses filled the whole room.

The ground was covered in black filth.

The light of the oil lamp was dim.

The white cloth on a wooden bed was suddenly propped up.

"Are you awake? Have I fallen into a new dream? Or did Zhang Dong's help really make me wake up?"

The young man looked at everything around him blankly, and the memories in his mind were quickly sorted out.

Gradually, his eyes were no longer blank, but filled with dead silence.

"It turns out I've been dreaming about it since the hospital."

"I don't have a grandfather. It's just bad luck that I encountered a supernatural incident."

"According to memory, I should have died at that time. When the evil spirits attacked those doctors, I also died."

"Why am I still alive?"

"This body of mine?"

Yu Zhile looked at his hands. There were leaking stitched wounds on his wrists and elbows. The wounds were roughly sutured with black thread on both hands.

"Can't it be considered a human body?"

He felt something was abnormal in his neck. He stretched out his hand and touched it. There were also stitched wounds on his neck.

"Eye……"

His eyes felt a little uncomfortable and it was hard to blink. He frowned and had a bad guess in his mind.

His eyes may also have been sewn shut.

He reached out and touched it, and sure enough, he also found sutures on his eyes.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

He didn't care about how his body was. First, he had to make sure he was still dreaming.

But now he doesn't seem to have this ability.

He opened the white cloth and found that he was wearing nothing. There were hideous stitched wounds from his abdomen to his chest, all sutured with black thread.

There is also a woman's face with closed eyes on his left chest.

"My body..."

This body was very weird. He could feel the ghost, the face on his chest, but there was something wrong with this ghost. It seemed to stretch his hips, and it felt like it had been split into many parts.

"The hands have been sutured, as have the neck, the feet, and the abdomen. There are traces of incisions. They are very new. They should have been done not long ago."

"This body doesn't seem to be mine..."

Yu Zhile quickly determined something. He looked around and saw that there were several wooden beds covered with white cloth in the room.

The white cloth was irregular, so Yu Zhile tried to move, but the stitching did not affect his movements.

He tried taking a few steps, but there was no problem. He walked to the wooden beds and reached out to lift the white cloth.

There were people lying under the white cloth, and their condition seemed to be similar to his. The whole body was basically stitched, but there was no disharmony in the limbs.

Some people have faces on their chests, which are also women's faces, but some don't. For those without faces, their chests are opened and their internal organs are missing.

"It seems to be related to the face on the chest."

There is no useful information in the room.

He looked at himself. He was naked and covered with black stitches. He casually picked up the white cloth and wrapped it around his body. He found the door of the room and walked out.

"It seems like it wasn't a dream I had when I was reading the novel. I did travel through time. It's just bad luck. I didn't have a golden finger. I died once when I came up. Maybe I'm alive because of some other reasons."

"Like that old man."

Recalling the old man he saw vaguely, he guessed that the old man should be a ghost controller.

Yu Zhile walked out of the room and came to a courtyard.

There was an old man sitting on the Taishi chair in the courtyard. When he saw someone coming out, he opened his eyes and looked at the person.

They were a pair of turbid, lifeless eyes, with no emotion in them, just like him at the moment.

"You are very good. You are the first person to be so calm." The old man looked at Yu Zhile with satisfaction.

"I know you have a lot of questions, don't worry, I will answer them for you."

"First let me tell you why you are here."

"You should remember what you encountered before."

Yu Zhile recalled the memory and nodded, "In the hospital, I met a ghost."

The old man nodded, "Well, it was a ghost. You were already dead at the time, but not completely dead yet."

"You are very lucky. After being attacked by a ghost, you fell into a dream."

"So I didn't die completely, so I brought you back. If you can wake up, I will accept you as my apprentice."

"You? Are there any others like me?"

"Of course, there are many people in a hospital, so you can't be the only one trapped in a dream."

"It's just that there are very few people who can wake up. So far, you are the sixth person to wake up, so your name is Yu Liu."

"After today, those who haven't woken up will not be able to wake up at all. You are really lucky." The old man seemed very satisfied with Yu Zhile and said it twice in a row.

Yu Zhile didn't speak, he almost sorted out the context.

He met a ghost in the hospital and was attacked. He was supposed to be dead, but because of the ghost's killing patterns, he fell into a dream and was brought back by the old man.

There were others with him, but only six of them could wake up.

He still traveled through time. According to his memory, he didn't realize that there was a mysterious resurrection here when he traveled through time. He didn't realize it until he encountered a ghost, but it was already too late.

"Are you sure I'm really awake?" Yu Zhile asked, looking at the old man with a wrinkled face and a dead air all over his body.

The old man shook his head and said, "I can't prove that you are still dreaming. After all, if you are stared at by that kind of ghost once, it is normal for you to wonder if you are still dreaming after you wake up."

Yu Zhile was silent, it was still an unsolvable problem, but he was not in a hurry, he would cherish his life, and when he became stronger, he could use the stupidest method to test it.

Although he couldn't believe all the memories in the dream, what he wanted was not the memory, but the judgment and ruthlessness that he had honed by experiencing life and death crises in the dream.

"You can ask if you have any questions." The old man looked at Yu Zhile with great satisfaction in his eyes. Only such stable people can survive in the future.

He was disappointed when he recalled the first five scenes of panic, panic, yelling and fear after seeing his own body after waking up.

Obviously, their first impression was not as good as Yu Zhile's first impression on the old man.

"Can ghosts be killed?" Yu Zhile asked after being silent for a while.

The old man shook his head, "No."

"Is this face on my chest a ghost?"

The old man nodded, "A ghost, but I split it into several parts."

Yu Zhile had no problem anymore. He didn't ask who the old man was or what condition his body was in. It didn't matter.

"No problem?" The old man looked at Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile shook his head.

The old man nodded, "Find an unoccupied room and stay in it. I will teach you my skills tomorrow."

The old man's expression became cold and he drove Yu Zhile away directly.

Yu Zhile said nothing and went to find a spare room to stay.

The old man looked at Yu Zhile's back, "This boy's dream seems not to be the dream in his heart."

(End of this chapter)