Mysterious Resurrection: Proof from the Red and White Duo

Chapter 106 Second Generation Ruins

The old man's face was somewhat loose and he looked very thin, but there were no signs of rigor mortis on his body.

At this moment, Zhang Dong looked towards Chu Mo.

At this moment, the barrier created by the projection seemed to have no effect whatsoever, allowing the two people, who were less than a hundred meters apart, to finally look at each other.

With just one glance, Chu Mo felt immense pressure.

Strangely, Zhang Dongming clearly saw Chu Mo, but he didn't do anything and continued chopping down the old tree on his own.

The thumping sounds silenced all the unusual activity in the old forest, bringing a relative calm to the area.

"Walk!"

Chu Mo seemed to understand what the other person meant, and walked sternly toward the end of the woods.

Zhang Dong showed no intention of attacking him; on the contrary, it seemed as if he was clearing a path for him.

This speculation only lingered in Chu Mo's mind. He wasn't sure if his guess was correct, but at least for now, the result seemed the same.

The sound of the wind in the old forest was gone, the rustling of the leaves was gone, and even the thick fog that had obscured the view was fading away.

Not long after.

The two then saw a huge old house not far away.

Two scarlet lanterns hung on the old house, with the character "福" (fortune) written on them.

Under the dim light, one could make out some of the structure of the main hall inside the old house, as well as the half-open door.

"The lanterns in the old house haven't changed color, and the words on them haven't changed either. Just as I expected."

Chu Mo withdrew his gaze. In the original story, after Zhang Dong died, the lanterns would turn white, and the character for "fortune" would change to the character for "longevity."

It's like mourning for him.

The current situation speaks for itself.

Chu Mo glanced at the ghost bride he was leading. Zhang Dong's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, and the old house faded away, but the end of the road had changed.

The endless old forest finally came to an end, revealing its original ghost street appearance.

The intersection of No. 31 came into view of the two.

The street was not affected by the projection and retained its original appearance as Ghost Street.

On this street, rows of shops stand on both sides of the road.

Although most of the shops had closed, two lights still shone inside.

Chu Mo walked into the street.

"The exact location of the talisman shop is No. 1, 31st Street, Ghost Street. In other words, the very first shop is where the talisman shop is located."

Chu Mo looked in the direction indicated by the first ghost shop.

One of the lit lights was coming from inside the shop.

"Found it."

Looking at the small house built of bluestone bricks in front of me, it doesn't look as grand as other shops; it looks more like a small business.

Above the shop hangs a plaque with the four characters "Talisman Merchant".

Chu Mo finally found the shop that had been around for nearly a hundred years.

The talisman shop looked cold and impersonal. The door seemed to be closed, but if you went closer, you would find that it was only slightly closed, with a crack left.

It seems that the people inside neither want to open for business nor want to close down completely.

This is contradictory.

Without thinking, Chu Mo pushed the wooden door open.

The entire talisman shop was laid out before us. Although it looked small from the outside, once inside, the place suddenly felt much more spacious.

The shelves were covered with all sorts of talismans, and there were dozens of times more shelves than newspapers and magazines.

One can imagine how many sheets of this yellow paper the second generation has produced over the years.

"Sir, please buy whatever you like."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from inside the store.

It was familiar because the voice belonged to Chu Mo, but it was unfamiliar because the voice was numb and stiff, like that of a dead person.

"Brother Chu, you didn't own this shop, did you?"

Yan Li revealed a surprised and strange look, after all, the shopkeeper's voice sounded too much like Brother Chu's.

"It's both me and it wasn't me who opened it. Let's find out what's going on inside first."

Chu Mo casually replied, then looked at the shelves. Unlike the newspapers which were labeled with the year, these shelves were all labeled with their hazard levels.

They have everything from Class C to Class S.

Grade C products make up the largest share, accounting for 70% of the shelf space, while Grade B and Grade A products account for about 20%.

The remaining 10 percent of the yellow paper was stored on a bright red mahogany shelf.

[30% S-level Ghost Lake supernatural phenomenon, price: 30 ghost coins.]

[30% S-grade ghost paintings/paranormal phenomena, priced at 30 yuan (ghost coins).]

[30% S-grade wish-granting ghost, price: 30 yuan ghost money.]

[30% S-grade ghost vendor's ghost stories, priced at 30 yuan ghost coins.]

[30%...]

There were about thirty of these yellow papers on the shelf, all priced at 30 yuan (ghost money), and all of them were 30% supernatural.

This means that the ultimate goal of the Yellow Paper Ghost Theft is to obtain about 30% of the supernatural power from these S-level vengeful ghosts.

I remember that the ghost paper that the second generation gave me only had 10% of its supernatural power. It seems that even now, nearly a hundred years later, the ghost paper has only developed 20% more of its supernatural power.

Chu Mo reached out to take down one of the yellow papers with "Wishing Ghost" written on it, but the paper moved a short distance deeper into the shelf.

Li seems to be deliberately avoiding it.

Moreover, the depths of the shelf were dark, as if the yellow paper had been dropped there and disappeared completely.

A stern voice rang out: "Don't touch anything if you're not going to buy it!"

The voice lacked emotion, but the volume was significantly increased.

"So the shopkeeper here really doesn't possess the memories of the second generation?"

He opened the terminal and pulled the other person in.

"I didn't come to the wrong place, did I? This is the talisman shop you opened on Ghost Street."

Chu Mo synchronized the image with the screen.

The second generation nodded. "I didn't expect you to actually find it. After all, the deep ghost street is really hard to get into."

He looked at the store in front of him, which was located at roughly the same point in time as his own.

The shelves were placed in the same location, and the cash registers were the same. The only difference was that there were far more yellow papers here than in my own store.

"If the layout is okay, you can go to the back of the shelf and take a look. I've stored a red coffin there. This is a backup plan I made when my life is nearing its end."

"it is good."

Chu Mo followed the other party's instructions to bypass the shelves, and sure enough, there was a room behind it, but the room was sealed off.

"I'm giving you a yellow paper with the ghostly door opener. Be careful, I don't know what I might do in the future."

The second generation passed the yellow paper over, and in reality, Chu Mo suddenly found himself holding a piece of yellow paper.

As the blood soaked in the water, Chu Mo quickly inherited the supernatural power of the Door Ghost.

The noise inside the store did not stop this behavior; it seemed that as long as the items on the shelves were not touched, nothing would happen.

Chu Mo placed his hand on the old doorknob, and with the activation of the supernatural mechanism, the wooden door, which had been sealed for many years, was easily opened.

Chu Mo was somewhat surprised; there was no attack as he had imagined, and everything seemed safe.

He looked into the dark room, which was small and contained only an old, vermilion-lacquered coffin.