Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 187 Starting over

For almost ten days, I didn’t know what was going on outside.

That's a lot of time wasted.

When I walked out of the room, I saw the courtyard. The courtyard was now in a state of gray. The large green tree in the courtyard was now dead and its branches and leaves were withered.

On the Taishi's chair under the tree, an old man covered in corpse spots, exuding a strong corpse smell, and with loose skin was lying under the tree.

Withered and yellow leaves fell randomly on the old man's body.

Yu Zhile looked at the old man with a calm expression.

"The devil has been split up..."

The old man is dead, and the evil ghost in his body has gone somewhere. It must have been dealt with.

Yu Zhile briefly searched here. Well, it was very good and clean. There was nothing there except some useless corpses.

"Just asking me to control the devil does that count as completing the mission?"

Standing in front of the old man, looking at the old man who already had the smell of corpse, he was very calm. He didn't know whether the old man was dead or not. Anyway, the old man looked dead now.

Although Yu Zhile doesn't like the inheritance of old antiques, for ghost controllers, it is the safest way to control powerful ghosts.

As long as you are ruthless enough, you can survive.

"Yu Liu...the old guy's surname is also Yu?"

Yu Zhile rolled his sutured eyes, always suspecting that this might still be a dream.

But now, he does not have the ability to distinguish between true and false dreams.

"You have to first determine what time it is now. Since the world is still mysteriously resurrected, I am naturally one step ahead of others."

Having a mysterious recovery plot is equivalent to opening a God's perspective.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhile walked outside, intending to leave directly. He did not intend to help the old man collect the body.

Holding the oil lamp, he walked to the gate, looked back at the yard, and threw the oil lamp in his hand towards the dead old tree.

The oil lamp broke and the oil inside was instantly ignited by the flames.

Looking at the beating and spreading flames, Yu Zhile turned and left, the sea of ​​​​fire about to rise behind him.

This world is very hopeless. In this world, if you can live in this world, you can throw away your feelings and give them up if you can.

Yu Zhile walked out of the small courtyard, and the sea of ​​​​fire behind him disappeared instantly.

"It's actually a special supernatural place..."

He turned his head and glanced behind him. There was no small courtyard, but only an old and broken old wall, with half of the old wall still left.

"I guess so." Yu Zhile shook his head and touched his neck.

Now he no longer has the feeling that his neck will fall off at any time.

He even felt that even if his head fell off, as long as it was sewn back on before the ghost revived, he would not die.

After killing them all, he was considered a true ghost master.

As we all know, ghost masters are difficult to kill.

Looking around, I saw that unlike in a bustling city, there was only one streetlight far away.

The surrounding area is quiet and the houses are relatively old.

It should be a small town.

It's night now, so I'm not worried about anyone seeing him.

Even if he saw it, he would just think it was because he was being dazzled. Of course, he would definitely be shocked.

After all, he is now...

Yu Zhile lowered his head and looked at his bare upper body. The woman's face on his chest was lifelike and beautiful.

Looking at this face, I can't help thinking that it can be called Liu Xiahui.

Of course, people who can think of a face are probably not normal people.

After all, it's just a face.

You have to find a piece of clothing first, and then determine where you are and what time and date it is.

It might be a bit difficult to find something late at night. After all, he certainly couldn't go to the store to buy things. It would be troublesome to be noticed by the headquarters, and besides, he didn't have any money.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhile began to look for closed ready-made men's clothing stores on the street.

As luck would have it, it didn't take long for him to find it.

After breaking the lock on the door with his bare hands, Yu Zhile opened the door and looked inside. There was surveillance.

But this monitoring soon lost its effectiveness.

Ghost is really a genius when it comes to electronic products.

The men's clothing store has a lot of clothes and the quality is quite satisfactory.

After choosing a long-sleeved shirt, a black windbreaker, and a pair of overalls, Yu Zhile left the men's clothing store, closed the door and hung the lock on it.

Yu Zhile felt that locks were still needed.

Tomorrow, the store owner may be confused when he looks at the lock on his door. He can't understand why the lock is twisted like this, and you still hang it up for me?

The boss must be devastated.

As for Yu Zhile, he is in a good mood now.

The windbreaker fit well, and when zipped up, it could directly cover half of his face, so that the weird and hideous wound on his neck would not be seen.

If your eyes are abnormal, you can wear sunglasses, or maybe replace them with a pair of ghost eyes later.

After two or three more zero-yuan purchases to replenish supplies, Yu Zhile got some money, a mobile phone, a pair of hiking boots, and a pair of special gloves.

The money and mobile phone were borrowed from unscrupulous people in an Internet cafe, the shoes were obtained from a shoe store, and the gloves were obtained from a gold store. The store manager hit it off with him and decided to give him such a pair of gloves no matter what.

The gloves are woven from gold wire and some other things. They have a delicate texture and can effectively isolate the supernatural.

Yu Zhile was very satisfied, so he put away the knife placed on the manager's neck.

The manager was very enthusiastic and saw him off the store personally.

Then he immediately picked up his phone to share with his relatives and friends that he had made a good friend.

Yu Zhile was a pretty good manager, so I didn’t kill him.

Walking on the spacious secondary road, with sparse woods on both sides, there were occasional car lights flashing, and then the vehicle passed him quickly.

Yu Zhile looked at his phone, looking for a forum.

But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find it.

"Has it not started yet, or has it already passed?"

The ghost knocked on the door, causing only seven people to survive in Dachang City No. 7 High School. Yang Jian was the evil ghost who triggered his murderous pattern.

He hasn't found the forum yet, but he has found the poster named Thunder King.

The account hasn't been banned yet, probably because the plot hasn't started yet.

"If this world is not a dream, then I only sleep for seven days. After waking up, it adds up to ten days, which is less than a month."

Yu Zhile turned his eyes slightly and put away his phone.

In order to determine the timeline, he had to go to Dachang City.

You also have to take a look at the Haunted Closet.

In his dream, he was very familiar with ghost closets, wishing ghosts... and even most ghosts.

But he was not sure that the killing patterns of those ghosts were the same as in the dream.

There will definitely be some deviation, but as to how much, he doesn't know.

Or even completely wrong.

"That old guy doesn't know what to say. These people like to leave a pimple in other people's hearts."

"Zhang Dong..."

Yu Zhile's eyes narrowed slightly as three motorcycles passed by him quickly.

As if he felt something in his heart, Yu Zhile raised his head and glanced at the person riding at the back. He was a young man who was high-spirited and his eyes were full of excitement.

The young man seemed to be aware of Yu Zhile's gaze and turned his head to look over, but he only saw a back figure. "What a weird guy. You don't have any lights when walking at night?" The young man muttered in his heart, but he quickly put the matter behind him.

"Shoushan Town..." Yu Zhile muttered a name. In his memory, there was a captain in the headquarters who seemed to have made his fortune in Shoushan Town.

"The time doesn't match up." Yu Zhile looked back at the three teenagers on the bike again and shook his head.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Yu Zhile continued walking, thinking about a question.

If you want to go to Taiping Ancient Town, he can convince He Liansheng to let him help control some of the ghost lake's supernatural powers.

but……

Thinking of the people in the coffin in the ghost lake, Yu Zhile fell silent.

Maybe he should never have contact with that person again, or even have anything to do with him.

"If I come into contact with you, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but kill you, and then tie you and me together."

He is the most disgusted and most afraid of betrayal.

"Forget it, He Liansheng probably won't agree. He has already made plans for Guihu. Something might happen if I go there. Although there are ways, I'm not sure about He Liansheng's true character."

He only controls two ghosts now, and he doesn't control them himself.

He hasn't learned much about the ghosts in his body, he just knows the rules of killing.

He can only decide which path to take next after seeing the ghost closet.

The path in the dream cannot be recreated again.

After all, it was just a dream.

For a ghost controller who has mastered two ghosts, his supernatural recovery will be very scary at the beginning, but against those old guys, he can be hung up and whipped immediately.

In the dream, he had always faced this situation.

It's not appropriate for him to face the old guy now.

Yu Zhile had an idea in his mind. After looking at the ghost closet and making sure there were no errors, he could start planning the ghost lake.

He still doesn't want to join the headquarters. He can do it later, but not now.

At any time, he was not optimistic about the headquarters.

Walking on the dark road, Yu Zhile looked ahead. When there were no vehicles passing by, it was really impossible to see what was ahead.

Visibility was low, as was his uncertain future.

"I, Yu Zhile, am really a person who deserves to be pitied, but I would like to see who wants to pity me."

Hidden in the darkness, Yu Zhile's eyes were lifeless, and the black sutures made Yu Zhile look extremely penetrating.

Two days later, Dachang City.

Yu Zhile stopped the car and looked at the Guanjiang Community, which was still under development.

Without much hesitation, before anyone noticed him, he left the car and entered Guanjiang Community directly.

The community is quite prosperous, and most of it has been built.

Yu Zhile found the abandoned old house that was about to be demolished with ease.

Looking at the half-collapsed roof, Yu Zhile walked in and went straight to the second floor.

Soon, he stood in front of the second room. Looking at the keyhole filled with copper, Yu Zhile frowned.

"There are no ghosts, so we can only enter by force?"

Yu Zhile felt that there was some trouble. He looked at the door in front of him that was integrated with the wall, and turned his head to look at the first door.

He remembered that there was an old guy inside. In his dream, he thought that after Yang Jian sealed the supernatural being, he would start planning, and then meet the old guy inside again.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and he discovered that he was dreaming.

No matter what, he has to see the ghost closet today, as to whether his actions will ruin the plot.

Sorry, he never cared about this.

Whether he is dreaming or not, he firmly believes that as long as he lives, he is the protagonist.

So Yu Zhile suddenly reached out and thrust his hand towards the door. The next moment, the corners of Yu Zhile's mouth twitched slightly.

He raised his hand and fell silent looking at his broken fingers.

"got used to……"

Kakakka~!

He straightened his fingers again and moved them, but there was no big problem.

Now his body is dead, and he lives entirely by a strange method.

"It's really troublesome if there are no ghosts."

Yu Zhile stretched out his hand, and the sutures on his hand squirmed and were easily inserted into the copper door.

Immediately afterwards, these black sutures were firmly embedded in the inside. Yu Zhile pulled at it and found it was stable, so he began to use the sutures to cut the copper door.

The supernatural is still very useful for these things, but it's a pity that he can't make the rotten copper door now.

The evil ghost in him cannot yet affect the surrounding environment and buildings.

Soon, a space was cut out of the door, and it was pitch black inside.

Yu Zhile walked in without paying much attention.

The smell inside was not very pleasant, a musty smell, which was very pungent.

Turning his eyes slightly, an old red cabinet appeared in front of him.

He looked up and saw a notebook on top of the cupboard.

The layout hasn't changed much.

Yu Zhile took out his pen and notebook, squatted in front of the ghost closet, and placed a written note on the compartment of the ghost closet.

He only asks one question, and if it's too costly, he gives up.

After the note was placed on the compartment, there was nothing there. Yu Zhile was not in a hurry and waited slowly.

After waiting for a while, the ghost cupboard suddenly stretched out a small black hand, grabbed the note and picked it up.

Yu Zhile's eyes moved slightly, "No change."

After waiting for a while, the note was sent back, but it had become wrinkled, and there was a crooked text on it that looked like it was written by a child.

"Give me the face on your chest."

Yu Zhile picked up the note and looked at the reply on it.

"Well, the familiar smell, the familiar supernatural power..."

Yu Zhile stood up, took the note and left without looking back.

The haunted closet is just there, unchanged.

After walking out of the room, looking at the cut, he simply sewed it up again.

The killing pattern of this ghost on him is very simple, suturing, this killing pattern, the price of using this ability is very simple, this ghost will slowly eat his internal organs, just like the face on his chest.

The killing rule of this face is also very simple, and there is only one. Whoever it sees will be cursed to death. Photos can also be used, but the cost of using it will be very high, and the evil ghost will recover quickly.

Suture, two words, form a conceptual type of murder pattern.

Yu Zhile decides what to sew.

The ghost closet has been determined to be the same as in his memory, and it is no different from the book.

The answers to the questions he asked were comparable to the face on his chest.

After sewing the door shut, Yu Zhile walked out of the old house.

Next, he was going to take a look at Yang Jian. He could determine the current time just by looking at him.

Then start doing your own thing.

The road has been arranged, and he has also determined what route he will take next. He has even begun to envision the method and form of becoming an alien.

This is the advantage of having more things in your mind.

(End of this chapter)