Mysterious Resurrection: I am Jiang Shang, commanding ghosts and becoming a god

Chapter 328 The Living Village
"Close your eyes!" Jiang Shan suddenly shouted.

Long black hair suddenly surged out of the eye sockets of those ghost faces, but the first to suffer was the young man. Densely packed teeth marks appeared on his exposed skin, as if countless evil spirits were gnawing at his memory.

The young man's scream of pain was as terrifying as the howl of a ghost.

"Do you really want to steal the memories of a living person? It seems you are in a hurry." Jiang Shan suddenly sneered, his hands turned scarlet and thick as if blood would drip at any time.

The word "ghost" surged towards the young man's face like a tide, and then began to densely cover the man's entire body.

"This village-like ghost is devouring the memories of the living - all the ghosts you have ever seen will reappear here."

As if to prove this, the wall of corpses collapsed. The piles of corpses staggered to their feet, and the faces of each corpse switched rapidly, like a stuck horror movie screen in a projector.

Under the gloomy sky, it seemed that Jiang Shan's spirit was in conflict with it, and the whole village began to wriggle like a living creature with its skin peeled off.

"I'm still alive! No, that's not right. Who am I? Yes, I'm Lu Yuanzhi, I'm a ghost rider, but why can't I remember some things?"

The young man with a broken arm knelt behind Jiang Shan with a painful look on his face. At this moment, he had even forgotten the pain in his arm. The confusion and chaos in his mind swallowed up his sanity like a tsunami.

"really."

A previous remark from one of the ghost handlers had already allowed Jiang Shan to roughly guess the killing pattern of the evil ghost, and now the appearance of the young man further confirmed his guess.

Verifiability comes at a cost.

As the young man was rescued, the wall of corpses that could only be seen in the ghost world gradually appeared in reality.

Seeing the figures crawling out of the ruins of the corpse wall, the pupils of the people who stayed in place and were alert suddenly shrank. Having dealt with evil spirits before, it was not difficult for them to see that each corpse in this corpse wall showed the characteristics of a different evil spirit - some had dark blue hair surging in their rotten chests, and some had baby heads embedded in their spines.
"Isn't this the drowned ghost that Zhou Shuang is driving?"

"I remember that ghost. It was the ghost that massacred the entire community in Xiaolan City. I remember it very clearly because a video of a relative of mine before his death showed that baby's head!"

"So the bodies in this wall are all ghosts?! What the hell are those?!"

The appearance of the wall of corpses shocked everyone, especially when they saw that they had already shown obvious characteristics of being transformed into evil spirits. The memories and fears of the past made many people shudder. When they saw someone with a hunched back, Jiang Shan felt a chill on the back of his neck.

The man was tall and thin, and estimated to be more than two meters tall. He was dressed very strangely, in a colorful costume, like an actor on stage. His cold face was covered with a layer of black oil paint, making it impossible to recognize his facial features. One could only see a creepy black face.

There was just this person, and he suddenly stood in front of the wall of corpses very close to Jiang Shan.

"Md, this damn thing was also copied."

When Jiang Shan saw the evil ghost dressed as an actor, his eyes turned cold. The appearance of this evil ghost meant that the ghost village's counterattack had begun.

Without hesitation, Jiang Shan grasped a long black whip in his hand and then lashed it towards the evil ghost actor.

"Ah~!"

A strange, elongated voice sounded, as if an actor was singing, but the voice was very strange, because with the appearance of the voice, the entire scenery on the lake became distorted, including the area around Jiang Shan.

But it seemed that due to the influence of the Dead Face Ghost's ghost domain, the first person to suffer was the young man with the broken arm hiding behind Jiang Shan.

The man who was still wailing in confusion seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying. He suddenly fell to the ground, one hand strangling his neck, the other hand digging into his eyeballs, and rolled on the ground madly.

However, the more he struggled, the darker his body became, as if it had been stained with ink. It seemed that it would soon turn completely into a black mask, and even the clothes on his body changed their appearance at this moment, as if they were gradually turning into a costume.

"Stop moving!"

A certain ghost rider noticed something was wrong. He shouted at the man with the broken arm, and a black shadow began to attack the man from under his feet. This was the ability of the evil ghost he was controlling.

But it was still too late. The man's skin turned extremely dark at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even more terrifying was that the satellite phone that fell from his pocket suddenly lit up red and uttered a mechanical count: "May 4th."

"It's an explosive ghost!"

Some people stepped back in fear. Having once worked as a clerk in the Interpol archives, he immediately recognized that it was the curse of the evil spirit that had wiped out a team of ghost hunters in Southeast Asia half a year ago. Any electronic device marked by it would kill all living people around it after the countdown was over!
"I almost got into trouble. Has the horror of the Dead Face Ghost reached this level?"

Affected by the strange voice, Jiang Shan recalled the blurry stage in front of him with lingering fear. He knew very well the horror of the evil ghost. During the King incident, Yang Jian was even drawn into an illusion by it.
Even though Jiang Shan was in the Dead Face Ghost's ghost domain, he was not overly affected by it. Moreover, the moment he saw the stage, he used the ability of the newspaper ghost without hesitation to modify his cognition, which enabled him to successfully escape from that world.

After regaining consciousness, Jiang Shan took immediate action.

The silver-white ghost field suddenly shrank into a thin line, cutting the man behind him and the satellite phone into pieces.

Even though the man with the broken arm was not dead yet, there was no need to save him. Rather than letting him become a slave of the evil ghost, Jiang Shan would rather let him die quickly.

Living can't help,

Being killed by an evil spirit is even more of a threat, so let him kill you.

Jiang Shan glanced around coldly, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it - not only because the costumed ghost in front of him disappeared, but also because he found that he and others had been surrounded by countless black shadows.

"Captain Jiang! West!" someone suddenly screamed.

Under the archway at the entrance of the village, six corpses in shrouds were staggering towards them. With every step they took, muddy yellow water oozed out of the ground. Even more bizarrely, one of the corpses suddenly raised its head. It turned out to be the female ghost rider who had died in the drainage ditch earlier!
"Come here!" Jiang Shan shouted, and the seven surviving ghost riders rolled and crawled over.

The situation at this point is very clear, no one can take advantage of the situation now, the horror of this village has exceeded everyone's expectations.
(End of this chapter)