Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

The two had just entered the main street of the town.

Crash!

An invisible fluctuation of rules suddenly rose from all directions.

The once calm air suddenly became viscous, as if it had turned into some kind of transparent gel and solidified instantly.

Lin Chuan turned around.

The once spacious entrance to the town behind them had vanished.

Instead, a semi-transparent barrier with a faint golden glow envelops the entire town upside down.

Our escape route... was completely blocked!

The entire town has become a completely isolated prison.

"Oh? The 'rules domain'?"

Xia Lange stopped and looked around at the barriers with great interest. Instead of panicking, he showed a playful smile.

"It seems that this fragment of divinity has a very strong 'self-awareness'."

"Or perhaps... there are other friends here."

"It seems the journey ahead is going to get even more exciting!"

Lin Chuan's coughing clone ignored Xia Gelan's mutterings.

Through the gray-white eyes of his coughing clone, he stared intently at the scene on both sides of the street.

It was very quiet all around.

There was no sound of wind, no chirping of insects, and even the sense of the passage of time seemed to have been erased by some force.

The shops on both sides of the street had their doors wide open, and the goods inside were neatly arranged.

But there are no living people here.

Instead, there are rows and rows of... wax figures.

Countless wax figures.

Some of them knelt by the roadside, some knelt in front of shops, and some knelt in the center of the square.

All the wax figures were in remarkably identical poses—kneeling on both knees, hands clasped together, foreheads pressed to the ground, facing the towering church in the center of town, in devout worship.

These wax figures are extremely lifelike.

Even the pores on the skin and the wrinkles on the clothes are clearly visible.

But their faces were uniformly expressionless.

There was only a pale, lifeless expanse of smoothness, as if it were telling a story of some unspeakable despair.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a devout believer."

Xia Lange walked up to a wax figure and gently tapped its back with his umbrella.

Knock knock!

The sound was dull, like striking some kind of solid grease.

"Unfortunately, their believers don't seem to care about their piety."

He shook his head, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Lin Chuan remained silent.

He controlled the coughing monster and continued walking deeper into the town.

He could sense an aura drawing his inner self, the [Divine Self], emanating from the church located at the highest point of the town.

The two wandered around the deserted town for a long time.

Until that setting sun hanging in the sky suddenly fell.

Night fell suddenly!

The entire town was plunged into deep darkness.

Only the streetlights cast a pale, eerie glow, stretching the shadows of the kneeling wax figures long, like a group of crawling, malevolent monsters.

clang!!!

At exactly midnight.

A long, deep, resonant chime, seemingly capable of shattering the soul, came from the tallest church tower.

Followed by.

Click... Click...

A series of faint cracking sounds suddenly rang out in the deathly silence of the night.

Lin Chuan stopped in his tracks, his gaze slightly narrowed.

On both sides of the street, the wax figures that were originally motionless... began to move.

Cracks began to appear on their pale white waxy shells.

As the cracks spread, pieces of wax peeled off, revealing the fresh, rosy skin underneath.

Their eyes began to move, and their previously stiff limbs began to soften.

In the blink of an eye.

Thousands upon thousands of lifeless wax figures have come to life!

They transformed into... real, flesh-and-blood "people"!

"Hahaha! Funny! Really funny!"

Upon seeing this, Xia Lange behind him suddenly burst into laughter.

His laughter echoed through the quiet street, sounding particularly jarring.

"Look! These forsaken people! These sorrowful, heartbreaking places!"

"They are repeating the obsessions they held in life, trying to awaken the believer whose faith had long since become distorted!"

"How foolish, yet how touching!"

"What a pity! What a tragedy! Only by submitting to the great [Court of Destiny], only by believing in my Lord [The Master of Chess and Cards], can one find true salvation!"

He laughed loudly as he raised the large alarm clock in his hand, like a mad missionary.

Lin Chuan glanced at him coldly, ignoring his crazy ramblings.

His attention was entirely focused on the “resurrected” wax figures.

These "people" seemed completely oblivious to the existence of Lin Chuan and Xia Lange.

They got up from the ground, without speaking or showing any expression.

They mechanically straightened their clothes, then marched in unison, like a swarm of ants on a pilgrimage, frantically rushing towards the church.

The streets were packed with people.

But strangely enough...

Even though so many people were moving at the same time, not a single footstep was made.

The entire town remained eerily silent.

Lin Chuan, controlling the coughing monster, stood quietly by the roadside, watching this bizarre and spectacular scene.

He was very curious about what these "pilgrims" were up to.

Soon, all the "resurrected" wax figures gathered in the square in front of the church.

They knelt down again, still in the same prostrate position.

Just this once.

Their lips began to move slightly, as if they were performing some kind of silent prayer.

A massive, heart-stopping fluctuation of rules began to gather above the plaza.

Those rules and forces were filled with despair, pleas, and a kind of twisted madness.

"Are they...summoning?"

Lin Chuan's heart stirred.

The directionality of these special rules is very clear.

It's inside that church with its doors tightly shut!

clang

Another bell rang.

This time, the sound became longer, hoarse, and even had a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound.

It was as if what was being struck was not a bell, but the skull of some kind of giant beast.

As the bell rang.

The church's two heavy, ten-meter-high black iron doors slowly... opened a crack.

An ancient, decaying aura, yet imbued with supreme majesty, leaked out from the crack in the door.

"It's here...it's finally here..."

Xia Lange, holding a black umbrella and carrying a large, ticking alarm clock, walked step by step to Lin Chuan's side.

The gentle and refined smile was no longer on his face.

Instead, he revealed an almost perverse anticipation and excitement.

His azure eyes reflected the deep, endless darkness within the church doors.

"The curtain is about to rise."

"My friend, are you ready... to witness a miracle?"

Lin Chuan did not answer.

He simply and silently mobilized the power of the rules within his body.

A faint black Buddhist light began to appear and disappear on the coughing ghost's hunched body.