Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

The banquet hall was filled with a foul, fishy stench.

As the eerie footprints drew closer.

Just then...

Glug! Glug!

Under the flickering light, two round, plump objects suddenly rolled out of the shadows in the corridor.

Finally, it crashed into Zhao Bingtian's expensive leather shoes and came to a stop.

Zhao Bingtian lowered his head.

In that instant, he felt as if the blood in his body had frozen.

Those were two human heads.

One belonged to Meng Minghao, and the other to that lackey.

Their eyes were wide open, the corners of their eyes split open, revealing the extreme terror and despair they felt before their deaths.

Strangely, however, a stiff and distorted smile hung on the corners of their mouths.

"ah!!!!"

I don't know who shouted the first word.

Immediately afterwards, screams erupted like thunder in the banquet hall.

"Murder!! Murder!!"

"That's Young Master Meng's head... ugh..."

The once well-dressed rich kids were instantly thrown into chaos.

Some people were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating, and a foul stench immediately filled the air.

Someone rushed toward the door like a madman, desperately pulling on the doorknob.

But the door seemed to be welded shut, remaining completely still.

Gu Yiyi huddled in the corner, covering her mouth tightly with her hands, tears streaming down her face.

She looked into Meng Minghao's unseeing eyes and trembled violently.

"Shut the hell up, all of you!!"

At this moment, Zhao Bingtian suddenly let out a furious roar, which directly drowned out the screams of the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked away the head of the person at his feet.

Although he was terrified and sweating profusely, a sliver of clarity remained in his eyes.

There was even a hint of ruthlessness in it.

As the third young master of the Zhao family, the taboo information he came into contact with far exceeded that of ordinary spoiled second-generation rich kids.

He knew that something terrible was happening in the world.

Strange... it's reviving!!

Some incomprehensible, unknown terrors are spreading!

He was certain that he had encountered a paranormal event!

Thinking of this, Zhao Bingtian's hands trembled as he pulled a red candle from his inner pocket, and he roared at the crowd again, "Anyone who doesn't want to die, get over here!!"

The candle in his hand was only as long as his thumb, and it was entirely scarlet, as if it had been soaked in blood, and it also emitted a faint smell of corpse oil.

This is his uncle's trump card for survival... the Ghost Candle!

In theory, once it is lit, no matter how terrifying or eerie it may be, it cannot harm him before the candle goes out!

"Sizzle!"

Zhao Bingtian didn't dare waste any time and quickly lit the candle wick with a lighter.

Soon, a pale green flame suddenly ignited.

As the candle burned, an invisible force spread out from the candle.

The ever-approaching darkness, the blood seeping from the walls, and the suffocating chill...

At this moment, they were all blocked two meters away from the candlelight!

It was like a tiny safety bubble rising in this hellish banquet hall.

"Huff... huff..."

Zhao Bingtian gasped for breath, looking at the burning candle in his hand, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes.

This stuff, the less you use, the less there is left.

It is a truly priceless treasure.

Even with billions or tens of billions of dollars, you simply couldn't buy such a life-saving item outside of the world.

"What...what is this?"

Several wealthy second-generation individuals who were nearby scrambled and crawled into the area illuminated by the candlelight.

To their horror, they discovered that simply being in this circle significantly reduced even their inner fears.

Don't ask!

Zhao Bingtian's eyes were sinister as he stared intently into the depths of darkness.

"If you want to live, stay inside the candlelight circle!"

Just as Zhao Bingtian was speaking, darkness surged beyond the candlelight.

Two terrifying figures slowly emerged.

One is a female ghost hanging upside down from the ceiling, with long hair hanging down.

One was a strange black shadow, as thin as a sheet of paper, stuck to the corner of the wall.

They stared intently at the living person in the candlelight, but were unable to cross the candlelight beam due to some kind of rule-based ability.

"really……"

"As long as I have this eerie candle, even the most bizarre things can't harm me!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Bingtian felt much calmer, and what replaced his composure was a renewed surge of arrogance.

He looked at the fierce and grotesque figure in the darkness, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Dirty stuff."

"You want to kill me? You're not qualified!"

"My uncle is the deputy director of the Bureau of Suppression of Ghosts!"

"When he comes, he'll lock you all in golden boxes, one by one, and then condemn you to eternal damnation!!"

His words undoubtedly gave a shot in the arm to the already devastated crowd around him.

"The Bureau of Suppressing Ghosts? What's that?"

"No matter what it is, Young Master Zhao will definitely have a way to save us!"

"Yes! We'll be fine with Young Master Zhao!"

For a moment, everyone looked at Zhao Bingtian with hope and admiration.

Even Gu Yiyi, who was in the corner, couldn't help but look at the ghostly green flame.

……

the other side.

In a half-collapsed, abandoned temple.

Lin Chuan watched this scene quietly through the vision of the coughing ghost.

"The Ghost Candle..."

His consciousness flickered, but he wasn't surprised.

In this world, since the authorities have already established a response mechanism, it's quite normal for them to be able to produce some special supernatural items.

[A paranormal item detected: a broken, eerie candle.]

[Function: Burns itself to withstand attacks from rule-based abilities.]

[Review: A bizarre and extremely rare item from a laboratory.]

Lin Chuan looked at the information prompts on the panel, feeling completely calm.

This candle can indeed protect Zhao Bingtian and the others for a while.

But Lin Chuan is not one of those weirdos who only follow the rules.

He possesses the thinking ability of a "human being".

They also understand better how to manipulate people's hearts.

"Fine, I'll play with you a bit longer before the ghost candles run out."

Lin Chuan had a sudden thought.

An order was instantly conveyed to the Crying Ghost.

"From now on, continue to follow my instructions."

……

In the dimly lit, decaying banquet hall, candlelight flickered.

Although everyone was temporarily safe, the oppressive feeling of being watched by Li Gui was still pushing them to the brink of collapse.

"Young Master Zhao... what should we do next?"

"This candle... seems to be almost burned out..."

Someone pointed at the strange candle in Zhao Bingtian's hand, their voice trembling.

indeed.

That red candle burned at an astonishing speed.

In just a few dozen seconds, it had already shortened.

Zhao Bingtian's expression was also very unpleasant.

He knew that the strange candle was consuming so much energy to resist the surrounding supernatural influences.

We must seek help as soon as possible!

He took out his phone and dialed a number with trembling fingers.

"Beep...beep..."

The long, drawn-out busy tone sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall.

Every second felt like an eternity.

at last.

"Feed?"

The call was connected.

A steady, authoritative middle-aged male voice came through.

Upon hearing that voice, Zhao Bingtian almost burst into tears.

"Second Uncle! Second Uncle, save me!!"

"I'm at the villa in the western suburbs! Paranormal events are happening here!"

"Meng Minghao and the others are all dead!!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the tone became serious.

"Don't panic."

"Did you light the candle I gave you?"

"Light...light it! I'm in the candlelight now!" Zhao Bingtian said urgently.

"Okay, stay within the candlelight and don't go out."

"I'm not far from there now, I'll be there soon."

"Beep beep beep..."

The phone hangs up.

Zhao Bingtian gripped his phone tightly, as if it were a lifeline.

He raised his head, looked around at the trembling crowd, and roared:

"Did you all hear that?!"

"My uncle will be here soon!"

"If he comes, we're saved!!"

"Waaaaah... That's great..."

Everyone wept with joy, and the atmosphere of despair gradually dissipated.

Hope seems to be just around the corner.

however.

They didn't find it.

In the depths of darkness.

The paper-like black figure seemed to have a mocking smile playing on its lips.

……

Time passed.

For everyone, the waiting process was incredibly long! Almost every second felt like an eternity.

at last.

boom! !

A loud bang.

The tightly closed doors of the banquet hall were violently kicked open from the outside.

The heavy wooden door flew out and smashed into the wall, shattering into several pieces.

From the corridor outside, came the sound of hurried and forceful footsteps.

"Bingtian! Where are you?!"

That familiar voice pierced through the darkness and came in.

"Second Uncle!!"

Zhao Bingtian suddenly stood up, his eyes blazing with wild joy.

"I'm here! I'm here!!"

All I could see was the main gate.

Two figures walked in against the light.

The leader, dressed in a black trench coat, was tall and robust, carrying a gold briefcase.

Although his face was obscured, his powerful aura caused the surrounding chilling atmosphere to recede somewhat.

It was Zhao Bingtian's second uncle, Zhao Linfeng!

Following behind him was a young man in a specially made uniform, holding a black pistol, his face full of vigilance.

Those are night patrolmen from the Bureau of Demon Suppression!

"It's really here!!"

"We're saved!"

This moment.

Everyone was trembling with excitement.

Even Gu Yiyi, who had been huddled in the corner, had a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Zhao Jiatian said that with his uncle's help, everything would surely be resolved.

Does this mean that the nightmare... is about to end?

Zhao Bingtian was so excited that he could hardly contain himself.

He looked at the remaining third of the eerie candle in his hand and was about to blow it out.

After all, this thing is too precious. Now that my second uncle is here, there's no need to waste it.

"call……"

He puffed out his cheeks, about to blow air.

Sudden.

His movements froze.

Because he saw his second uncle's face.

The tall man strode into the banquet hall.

As he walked to the edge of the candlelight.

A smile appeared on his face.

That smile... was very stiff.

It's like a fake smile drawn on paper.

and.

His eyes.

No pupils.

There was only ashes.

"Bingtian..."

"Second Uncle is late..."

"Your second uncle will take you... down to reunite with your family."

Before he could finish speaking...

The once dignified "Zhao Linfeng" suddenly began to twist and swell.

The originally black trench coat instantly shattered, turning into tattered, blood-stained clothes.

That short hair grew wildly into long, wet hair.

In the blink of an eye.

The tall man disappeared.

Instead.

It's that one hanging upside down, bleeding from all seven orifices... Qiu Xiaoya!

"Hehehe..."

"Young Master Zhao...aren't you surprised?"

"Surprised?"

The "night watchman" behind her let out a strange laugh.

His body instantly flattened, transforming into that paper-man coughing monster.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

boom!!

This sudden reversal was like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.

How great was the hope just now?

That's how deep the despair is right now.

"Fake...fake?!"

"They're all fake?!"

"Aaaaaah!!"

The crowd broke down again.

It's even more chaotic than before.

Some people couldn't handle the huge psychological gap and fainted.

Zhao Bingtian was so frightened that his hand trembled.

The eerie candle nearly fell to the ground.

"How could this happen... how could this happen?!"

He stared intently at the two menacing figures outside the candlelight, feeling as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat.

Cold sweat kept sliding down his cheeks.

As the third young master of the Zhao family in Changyang City, he knew of the existence of the "strange".

But he had never experienced any paranormal events in the past.

Moreover, these two strange creatures before me seem to possess intelligence! They can even impersonate people I know...

Thinking of this, Zhao Bingtian's fear continued to grow.

His face turned deathly pale.

Despair began to consume him.

Inside the dilapidated temple, Lin Chuan coldly observed everything through the gaze of the "Coughing Ghost".

As Zhao Bingtian and the others succumbed to fear, a series of information prompts kept popping up on the panel deep within Lin Chuan's consciousness:

[Gained 30 points of fear from Zhao Bingtian!]

[Gained +15 Fear Points from Li Bo!]

[Gained +12 Fear Points from Zhang Kai!]