Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 78 Zhang Dong’s Bet

The old house is very big, with a front yard and a hall in the back.

There is a patio in the front to collect water, and a courtyard in the back to listen to the rain.

There are locust trees in the front and back. The locust trees look very old, and their roots are intertwined, showing their age.

Just like the old man with white hair walking in front.

The old man took Yu Zhile and He Yin'er to the table next to the patio.

"sit."

The old man sat on the stone bench, waved his hand, and a pot of tea and three cups appeared.

He Yin'er's pupils shrank.

Yu Zhile looked very calm and sat down silently.

Seeing that Yu Zhile was so invisible, He Yin'er hesitated for a while and sat down.

The old man glanced at He Yin'er without much expression, and reached for the teapot.

Yu Zhile quickly picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the old man.

The old man nodded, slightly satisfied.

Seeing the old man nodding, Yu Zhile poured tea into his and He Yinger's teacups.

After placing the teapot, Yu Zhile waited patiently.

The old man didn't speak, he didn't dare to say another word.

"My name is Zhang Dong and I was born in the Republic of China." The old man picked up the teacup and his first words made Yu Zhile's heart beat uncontrollably.

He Yin'er swallowed, her pupils tightened, and her heart was extremely shocked.

"Your name is Yu Zhile. I know you. I saw you when you were born."

The second sentence made Yu Zhile a little surprised.

The old man blew the tea leaves and steam came out.

Yu Zhile looked at the steam coming out of the teacup with thoughtful eyes. The tea in the teapot was cold tea, but when it reached Zhang Dong's hand, it was hot tea.

"Drink tea." The old man looked at their teacups.

Yu Zhile and He Yin'er quickly picked up the tea cups and took a sip.

"Your grandpa is very good. He plans to compete with Xiao Qin to win or lose. It's very childish, but very interesting."

"Yu Qianliu thinks you are the hope to save the world, but Xiao Qin thinks you are a kid who is still in high school."

“There’s nothing wrong with either, after all this is in the future.”

"Yang Jian is Xiao Qin's hope from peeping into the future, and you are the hope chosen by your grandfather."

"But you two are different. You are your grandfather's only one, but Yang Jian is not."

"Every city has a person who is valued by Xiao Qin. Whoever shows strong ability and is in line with the future trend will be counted more."

"Similar to placing bets, Xiao Qin bets on each one, and then picks the one with the greatest hope to increase the chips."

"However, Yang Jian is an exception. He placed more chips than others from the beginning."

"Maybe it's because of guilt, or maybe it's because he deserves it."

Yu Zhile's hand holding the tea cup froze.

He looked at Zhang Dong in disbelief.

After a long silence, he asked a question, "Whoever survives to the end will be the candidate to solve the supernatural resurrection?"

"No, whoever behaves in line with Xiao Qin's wishes will be that person."

"Xiao Qin's time to see people is very short. It only takes three months for him to determine who is that person."

"There is such a person in more than 200 cities across the country, regardless of size. Excluding those who are dead, there are still 36 people."

"Of these 36 people, 33 were given up by Xiao Qin, and now there are only three left."

"Do you want to know who the remaining two are?" The old man looked at Yu Zhile, with no sparkle in his cloudy eyes.

If he hadn't known that the person in front of him was still alive, he might have thought that the person sitting in front of him was a ghost.

"Let me take a guess?" Yu Zhile asked cautiously.

"Guess." The old man nodded.

"Except Yang Jian, is one of them named Ye Zhen?"

"Well, it's him, but it won't be anymore soon. He will be given up." The old man nodded, with approval in his eyes.

"There's one more, keep guessing."

The old man looked at Yu Zhile and drank tea slowly.

"I don't know anymore." Yu Zhile shook his head and replied honestly.

There are only so many people he knows about the mysterious resurrection, and only a few are capable.

In order to highlight Yang Jian's fierceness, the other captains, such as Wang Chaling, Shen Lin, and Ye Zhen can see, and the rest are not as good as Li Yang.

"What you will meet in the future is a weird person, a person who is strong and weak at times. When he is weak, ordinary people can kill him. When he is strong, he can kill me, very easily."

"He is a person who appears suddenly. Because of him, Xiao Qin came to see me specially."

"He is not dangerous, he is very dangerous." "He is a person who is silent in his own world and cannot extricate himself. He cannot see the world clearly. When I saw him, he kept repeating one sentence, Coco is dead, She died too, and both worlds failed.”

"He seemed to notice me at that time, and said something consciously or unconsciously, is he really a living person? Are you sure he is not a person in a book, or is he dreaming?"

"I thought he was crazy, but I didn't think he was crazy."

"I never saw him again after that."

"Because of this man's mystery, he is regarded as a hidden hope."

The old man seemed a little complicated and confused.

The old man said it very easily, but Yu Zhile heard it with horror.

Why does this person sound like a time traveler the more he listens?
Yu Zhile knew deeply that except for him, everyone else was a person in the book.

He is just an outsider, an outsider involved in this cruel story.

"No, they are people in the book, so is it possible that I am also a character in a book?"

“Did the author write down what I’m thinking now?”

The more Yu Zhile thought about it, the more hairy he felt, because he couldn't prove whether he was a character in a book or not.

"There's no good in thinking too much." The old man picked up the teapot and filled it with tea again.

"I'm telling you this just to let you understand one thing. Since the evil ghosts fell silent in the Republic of China, everyone is looking for what they think is hope."

"Nowadays, most ghost masters have someone watching behind them."

"Those younger generations with great potential are given hope, and the old antiques who are about to die will leave their inheritance to those they value."

"But unfortunately, most people didn't catch it."

"In addition, some old antiques have given up hope and immediately split their ghosts after death and threw them into the cemetery."

"This is why there are so few ghost masters. Of course, this is only during this period, when the evil ghosts have just recovered."

"In the back, there will be a lot of ghost masters, but not too many."

"Things like mushrooms springing up after a rain will not happen."

"Just like when Li Gui first recovered during the Republic of China, this is just the restart of an era."

The old man talks a lot, but Yu Zhile is very patient.

What the old man said cleared up a lot of doubts for Yu Zhile.

Why does he always feel like there's a conspiracy behind it?

Now that I think about it, which ghost controller who has grown up has no plans?
Those old antiques, when they still have hope, do their best to pick out the seeds of hope.

Then let these seeds grow as safely as possible.

But this safety only means that it will not cause too much harm to ordinary people.

The rest is not important.

"Nowadays, there are many people with inheritance, but few can survive to the end. After all, they are not your grandfather. They don't care about the life or death of others, they only care about you."

The old man looked at Yu Zhile with a deep look, "I was afraid that you would be slapped to death by me, so I specially made two curses for you. The curse of the ghost bride involves two important people of mine. Your presence may make things smoother for them. If it weren’t for this, you would have died when you were in Huai Village.”

The more Yu Zhile listened, the more hairy he felt. Was it because of the little wife who blocked his way before that he could see Zhang Dong alive?
"The real reason why I asked you to come over for tea today is to inform you that I'm interested and have placed a bet on you. I hope you won't kill yourself by being ignorant."

"I haven't paid attention to this junior for many years, and your grandfather is really annoying." The old man waved his hand, and a blood-red comb appeared in his hand.

The old man put it on the table.

"I have the majority of the Ghost Bride's puzzles here. The third room on the left is basically the same one. The cupboard in your chest also comes out of this room. This is one of the biggest puzzles."

"I can't give you everything now. This comb is just right."

"For the rest of the puzzle, there is a faceless female corpse in Luo Qian's cemetery, which is the body of the bride. There is one piece in Meng Xiaodong's place, one piece in Li Qingzhi's hotel, and one piece in Luo Wensong's hometown. It should still be there now. There is one at Zhang Bohua's place, and one at Zhang Youhong's place, but don't think about it, she is still between life and death, and you can't get it for the time being."

The old man put down the teacup, thought for a moment and said, "Don't dig up that faceless female corpse before you become a stranger."

"Cough cough..."

Yu Zhile coughed suddenly and almost spit out the tea.

He was a little scared.

Zhang Dong seems to be extremely kind today.

"You...are you planning to end it too?" Yu Zhile took a long time to digest everything Zhang Dong said.

Zhang Dong was obviously pointing out the next path for him, which was a treatment that even Zhang Xianguang had not received.

"The end? I'm going to end just because I talk?" Zhang Dong sneered, "Then I'm too cheap."

Yu Zhile stopped talking. Now he felt that nothing he said was right.

"You can leave. Before Old Antique is mostly dead, this era will be under Old Antique's control."

"If you don't want to be treated like a puppet on a string, work hard to survive, and then become stronger, so strong that those old antiques don't dare to lift the string on your body."

The old man knocked on the table, and there were some other emotions in his cloudy eyes.

"Okay, please take care of yourself!"

Yu Zhile picked up the comb and without hesitation pulled He Yin'er around and walked towards the outside of the old house.

He needed to take a moment to process what he had just heard.

(End of this chapter)