Mysterious Resurrection: Proof from the Red and White Duo

Chapter 108 Double Happiness Invitation (8K)

Chu Mo left the talisman shop with stern eyes, but his gaze fell on another store on the street.

When he saw the shop's signboard, he couldn't help but frown.

"Second generation, was the first generation's money shop also located here?"

"The first-generation money exchange?"

On the terminal, the second generation looked in the direction Chu Mo was staring at on the screen, squinted and examined it for a while, but denied it, saying, "No, the first generation's money shop wasn't this small, and it wasn't in Ghost Street either. I heard him say it was in Shanghai."

"Shanghai?"

Chu Mo compared it with modern place names, "That is, the present-day Dahai City."

It's a bit surprising that the first-generation money shop was located in Dahai City. Could it be that business was actually easier in Dahai City during the Republic of China era?

Without giving the question a second thought, he quickly walked toward the money exchange across the street.

With its blue bricks and gray tiles, it has an antique charm. Its only drawback is that it's too small. So small that if you don't look at the signboard, you might mistake it for some inconspicuous general store.

"Five Lakes Money Exchange".

The characters on the plaque were crooked and twisted, and several square copper coin stickers were pasted on it as decoration.

Chu Mo pushed open the door and went inside.

He felt that it was reasonable to open several money shops.

Ghost money is so widely distributed that it's impossible to set up a fixed shop in just one place. Otherwise, transactions would be very troublesome and could lead to some uncontrollable situations.

The door was pushed open, but there was only a counter in the center of the lobby.

The counter is divided into two layers. The upper layer is flat and smooth, like a tabletop, while the lower layer is open, somewhat like a storage cabinet.

In addition, there was an abacus on the counter. It was old-fashioned but nothing special; it was just an ordinary antique.

As if sensing someone's arrival, a faint voice drifted from the money exchange.

"Guest, would you like to deposit, withdraw, or exchange money?"

The sounds came from all directions, making it impossible to discern their location or gender; they were unlike any of the stores I had visited along the way.

Chu Mo asked, "How do I deposit money? How do I withdraw money? How do I exchange money?"

"A storage fee of one yuan is required for depositing three yuan."

"A one-yuan fee is required to withdraw money."

"Exchange money and place the items at the counter for valuation."

The voice came again soon after, answering all of Chu Mo's questions.

But after listening, only two words came to Chu Mo's mind.

Heartless.

According to the rules of depositing and withdrawing money, no matter what, the money deposited will always result in a loss.

You deposit three yuan and pay one yuan. When you want to withdraw the money, you need to pay another yuan. In the end, you only have one yuan left.

In this situation, only a fool would choose to save money.

However, seemingly aware of Chu Mo's thoughts, Qian Zhuang added another sentence.

"Honest business, small capital, no risk of losing the money deposited, customers can rest assured."

Chu Mo ignored him, treating it as utter nonsense.

He took the ghost rope from Yan Li's hand, then removed one of the dead infants hanging on it and placed it on the counter.

"If I were to exchange it for money, how much would this ghost be worth?"

The moment the sound fell, the abacus beads on the table began to move on their own.

"It's worthless."

What does that mean?

"Worthless?"

Chu Mo picked up the ghost and examined it for a few moments. Its skin was bluish-black, somewhat resembling a ghost infant, but it was indeed a source ghost, and it even used one of the ghost messengers' suppression slots.

This kind of ghost can be exchanged for a dollar in a gambling den, but it's worthless here?

Chu Mo's expression gradually turned displeased, and the phantom of the old man in the copper coin robe appeared behind him.

"You better calculate the money for me properly, or I'll smash up your shop, and don't blame me for making sure you have no business."

He put the dead baby back on the counter, while the three yuan ghost money was already in his hand.

The source of this money exchange's ghost cannot be found, and altering its memories will probably not be so easy.

Whether it was because of the appearance of the old man in the copper coin robe or Chu Mo's threat, the abacus on the counter started turning again this time.

Soon, a new answer came in.

"Worth one dollar."

It would have been better to do this earlier. Don't try to do business like that coffin shop, or it will go bankrupt sooner or later.

Chu Mo quickly took out the other two dead infants and threw them all into the open storage cabinet below.

Before long, a ghost note with a face value of three yuan appeared out of thin air at the counter.

Chu Mo took it away, then glanced at the coffin bound by ghost ropes, and couldn't help but ask, "How much is this coffin and the ghost inside worth?"

The money changer said quietly, "Ghost Seven Yuan, we won't accept coffins."

"You won't accept the coffin?"

Chu Mo initially thought the money exchange was ripping people off again, but upon closer inspection, the coffin was indeed nothing unusual and didn't possess any supernatural properties. It was mainly the ghost inside that was influencing his consciousness.

A normal source ghost can only be exchanged for one yuan in a money exchange, but this one in the coffin is only worth seven yuan, which is obviously abnormal.

The limit is too high.

"This ghost might be a potential piece of the White Fiend puzzle. Although the Seven Yuan Ghost Coins are plentiful, they cannot be replaced."

After careful consideration, he decided not to sell the ghost.

As for the remaining two little devils, they can be exchanged for money along with the devils inside the members of the Zhongzhou Club after returning to Taiping Ancient Town.

I wonder how much wealth and resources such a small money exchange has.

He quickly left, taking Yan Li back to the shallow side of Ghost Street.

The journey back was relatively smooth, though it took some time, and we didn't encounter any more supernatural phenomena like ghosts carrying a coffin.

The two didn't emerge from Ghost Street until it was completely dark.

Taiping Ancient Town wasn't so deserted at night; the surrounding shops were bustling with activity, attracting many tourists.

Before the Ghost Lake incident, this place was still a major entertainment destination that Zhongzhou was vigorously developing.

However, while the two were admiring the night view, they noticed that many pedestrians were holding a red rectangular card.

That looks like an invitation.

"Are wedding invitations just handed out to random strangers these days?"

Chu Mo felt something was strange. Normally, these kinds of invitations would only be sent to close friends and family; strangers would never receive such a thing.

He glanced at a young man walking towards him. The man was playing on his phone, beaming with joy, and seemed to have encountered something truly happy. Indeed, there was an invitation on his chest.

Chu Mo grabbed the other man's arm. The young man was clearly taken aback and turned around with a displeased look.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The young man looked at the two men warily, but dared not make any excessive moves; he was frightened by their appearance.

After all, one was dressed in a paper suit and the other in white mourning clothes; no matter how you looked at it, it had a bit of an underworld feel to it, especially since it was late at night.

However, Chu Mo did not speak, but silently released his hand.

Seeing this, the young man didn't say much and walked forward on his own, seemingly muttering something to himself.

"It's gone?"

Chu Mo squinted, looking in the direction the young man had left.

When he stopped the other person, he clearly saw a bright red invitation card hanging on the other person's chest, and even the double happiness symbol on the invitation card was clearly visible. But the invitation card disappeared the moment the young man turned around.

This is not normal.

He then stopped two more girls who had also received invitations.

They seemed to be traveling as a group; they were all in their early twenties, youthful and lively.

"Handsome, is there anything I can help you with?"

One of the girls, who was eating a candied hawthorn, asked timidly.

"Where did you receive this invitation from?"

This time, Chu Mo was certain that the other party did indeed have an invitation, so he asked directly.

"You mean this?"

The girl selling candied hawthorns showed the two of them the card in her hand and explained, "This isn't an invitation, it's just a lucky sticker to bring good fortune. There are many shops selling them over there, it's quite lively."

As if afraid the two wouldn't know the location, the girl pointed to a stall not far behind her.

"Not an invitation?"

Chu Mo asked, "Could I take a look?"

The girl didn't stand on ceremony and handed over the sticker, smiling as she said, "Handsome, are you two playing cosplay? It looks pretty convincing."

Chu Mo didn't reply, but took the sticker and glanced at it.

It actually turned into something else.

Is it some kind of supernatural force blocking my senses? But if that's the case, this person shouldn't be affected.

Chu Mo was very puzzled, but his intuition told him that this couldn't be a misperception.

After all, if only one person is like this, it can be understood as a mistake, but if three people are like this, then it can't be their own problem.

He returned the lucky sticker to the other person, along with a piece of yellow paper inside.

"If you encounter trouble, you can drip your blood on it; it will have the effect of warding off evil spirits and dispelling misfortune."

Chu Mo gave the other party a few instructions and then walked towards the shop the other party pointed to.

The girl with the candied hawthorn sticks pulled out the yellow paper and looked at her companion, both feeling that Chu Mo was very strange.

They didn't throw away the yellow paper, and most people who believe in good fortune also maintain a sense of awe towards folk customs.

So after much hesitation, the girl put the yellow paper back into her pocket.

"Brother Chu, I just asked a few people about the invitation, but their reactions were the same as that girl's."

Yan Li reported his findings to Chu Mo.

"It's probably a paranormal event, but we don't know the source yet. Let's go check out the shops that sell lucky cards first."

Chu Mo arrived at a general store run by an old woman, whose display cases were filled with red items.

Most of the items inside are plastic ornaments meant to bring good fortune and wealth, and there are also lucky stickers bought by young girls.

Chu Mo glanced at it briefly before leaving the stall.

The shop itself is fine; the problem must lie with those few people.

Moreover, they were unaware that they had received an invitation, and even if they asked, they wouldn't get any answers.

"Let's go back first; this matter probably can't be resolved in a short time."

For matters whose origins cannot be found, we can only put them on hold for the time being.

Meanwhile, the direction of Zhongzhou Airport was being monitored.

A young man in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase, walked out of the security checkpoint.

Ma Qian ultimately chose to stay in Zhongzhou, and as soon as he landed, the operator assigned him his first task.

"Ma Qian, there's been a vacancy in the head of Zhongzhou these past few days. According to Cheng Hao's previous records, there are still some paranormal incidents here that haven't been dealt with yet. I'm worried that they might continue to escalate, so I hope you can go and investigate now."

"In addition, the Zhongzhou Club needs to be closely monitored. It was previously destroyed by Chu Mo, and there may be a situation where the resurrected evil spirit has not been dealt with."

A sweet-voiced operator spoke through the communication device.

Ma Qian is a newcomer, and his condition of being corrupted by the supernatural is not too serious. Before becoming a ghost tamer, he was just a normal office worker.

Having been used to working overtime, Ma Qian always found this kind of instruction extremely distasteful.

When I was an ordinary person, I could tolerate working overtime, but now that I've become a demon tamer, I can't escape the curse of working overtime.

"Okay, okay, I'll go to the Zhongzhou Club right now. I hope you won't assign me anything else today, otherwise I really won't be able to control myself in this state."

After hanging up the phone, Ma Qian ultimately chose to compromise.

He was desperately short of money. If it weren't for the high salary from headquarters and the fact that it was just an investigation, he wouldn't have acted so casually.

Ma Qian hailed a car and quickly got inside the Zhongzhou Club.

"Driver, please speed up, I'm in a hurry."

Ma Qian sat in the back row and gave a word of advice.

The driver was a middle-aged man who looked very kind.

Seeing that Ma Qian was heading to the Zhongzhou Club, he couldn't help but remind him, "Young man, may I ask what you're going there for?"

Seemingly afraid of being misunderstood, the middle-aged man added, "I heard that a lot of people have died there recently, it's not peaceful at all, and they haven't been soliciting customers there lately."

"Everyone in our team thinks it's a paranormal event. A friend of mine even went to that club to scout it out. Guess what? The entire second floor of the villa, in that conference room, was filled with rows of dead people kneeling down. I heard they were all club employees."

"However, we don't know exactly what that club does. It's very eerie. It might be a vengeful ghost that brings death to the living and is a very bad omen."

The driver was very easy to talk to and chatted away on his own.

Ma Qian was quite surprised to hear this.

It seems that Zhongzhou does not have strict control over paranormal information, and even ordinary people know some about it.

Logically speaking, with no one in charge, the local criminal police should have come to handle these matters, but instead, they have been left unresolved.

Although this period did not last long.

"Uncle, it's best not to pry into things you shouldn't know, lest you bring trouble upon yourself."

Ma Qian spoke with resentment, hoping that this job would end soon.

He took out his phone and checked whether Chu Mo was still in Zhongzhou.

But apart from that news report, there were no other clues.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and sensed that the other person was averse to this kind of thing.

But he reassured her, "It's alright. I'm familiar with this area, and there have been rumors about paranormal events happening around here lately. There have been quite a few such cases in Zhongzhou alone."

"Do you know Dachang City? I know a friend of mine who used to drive motorcycles. He won his wife in races. A while ago, he was driving a delivery and passed through a village. He just wandered around in there for a long time and didn't come out until it got dark."

Upon hearing this, Ma Qian couldn't help but ask, "Did your friend tell you the name of that village?"

The driver recalled for a moment, "It seems to be called... something like Huanggang Village."

"Huanggang Village?"

Ma Qian's expression changed. He calculated the time; the other party was referring to the days leading up to the full-blown outbreak of the Huanggang Village incident in Dachang City.

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Seeing the other person's expression, the driver seemed rather smug.

"Don't think we sports cars don't know anything. We're on the road all day long, and we've had all kinds of clients. I just took a woman to the crematorium. She was a pitiful woman; her husband died on their wedding night."

As the driver spoke, he took an invitation card from the passenger seat.

"Look, the invitations haven't even been sent out yet and the person died. The things are still in my car. I'll throw this unlucky stuff away later."

Ma Qian squinted as he examined the red invitation.

The invitation was bright red, with a large double happiness symbol affixed to the seal.

However, the character 囍 is not red, but white.

This is very strange.

Normally, wedding invitations are red and yellow or red and gold, so how could they be red and white, such a contrasting color scheme?

"Uncle, may I take a look at this invitation?"

"Here you go, it'll be there soon. When you get there, could you please throw this away for me? Just don't leave it in my car."

The driver was rather disgusted with this thing, after all, it was an object belonging to a dead person.

Ma Qian took it, and the moment he touched it, a chilling sensation emanated from it.

He unsealed the double happiness symbol and took out the letter inside.

However, inside the red invitation was only a blank sheet of white paper folded up.

A blank invitation?

Ma Qian had a bad feeling. Could it be that he had encountered a supernatural event as soon as he arrived in Zhongzhou?

Shortly after, the driver parked the car not far from the Zhongzhou Club.

"Young man, this is the best I can do for you. That place is too eerie. You'd better not go too close, or you might get possessed by something dirty at night."

Out of kindness, the driver gave the other person a warning, then stepped on the gas and drove away from the area.

Ma Qian found a trash can and threw the invitation in.

He turned on his communication device and contacted his operator.

"Could you check the archives of Zhongzhou City for me to see if there are any paranormal events related to red invitations?"

"Wait a moment, let me check for you."

A short while later, the operator shook his head. "Most of Cheng Hao's records have been processed. The remaining two paranormal incidents have been temporarily sealed off. Have you encountered any new paranormal events?"

"No, I'm not quite sure yet. I'll tell you when I have a lead."

Ma Qian hung up the call and walked into a villa in the darkness.

There was no guard here; it was simply cordoned off with caution tape. Anyone who wanted to get in could easily climb over it.

Ma Qian is an example of this.

He arrived at the first floor of the Zhongzhou Club and, before he even got close, he was hit by a pungent stench.

That was the smell left behind by a rotting corpse, and it was extremely strong.

He turned on his flashlight. The lobby on the first floor was nothing special; it was empty and there was no sign of any living person.

He took the elevator to the second floor, but just as the elevator doors opened...

The stench of corpses, a hundred times stronger than that downstairs, permeated almost the entire floor.

Even with the windows open, the smell couldn't be completely dispelled.

Moreover, when he arrived at the conference room, the scene before him was chilling.

In the darkness, rows of figures knelt on the ground with their backs to him, all facing the same direction. Even in death, these people still wore expressions of sorrow on their faces.

This scene was exactly as the driver described.

"Damn it, all those people from the Zhongzhou Club, were taken care of by that guy Chu Mo?"

He squinted and walked in cautiously the whole time.

Even if they went in, they only explored the edges and dared not go any deeper.

He wasn't sure if the ghosts on these ghost tamers had been dealt with. If they hadn't, and they were being targeted, it could be very troublesome.

He shone his phone light on these people's faces, and to his surprise, most of them seemed to be just ordinary people.

"That Chu Mo guy even kills ordinary people?"

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, a footstep that didn't belong to him sounded from behind him without warning.

It's not exactly close; it seems to be right near the elevator entrance.

"Damn it, the ghosts in this place really weren't dealt with properly!"

Ma Qian immediately lost the desire to stay any longer. He had only come temporarily to investigate the situation, and he didn't even know the killing patterns of ghosts, so how could he possibly consider solving the problem?

Tap tap... tap tap...

While I was thinking, the footsteps drew two steps closer.

In the quiet room, Ma Qian was with a group of dead people, and in the darkness behind him, there was very likely a ghost looking at him.

"Is it really that unlucky? The people in this club have been dead for several days. If ghosts were to revive and spread, they should have spread long ago. There's no reason why they would only revive after I arrived."

He turned the communication device back on, and this time, he said in a serious tone, "Listen, I'm at the Zhongzhou Club right now. The situation might be worse than we thought. After Chu Mo took down these people at the Zhongzhou Club, he probably didn't deal with the ghosts inside those Ghost Masters at all, which caused the vengeful ghosts to resurface and roam around the area. I'm already being targeted by a ghost."

Inside the communication equipment, the operator diligently recorded the information. She asked, "Can you handle this?"

Ma Qian frowned. "In this situation, what you should do is find the files of those people from the Zhongzhou Club for me, so I know what kind of supernatural abilities the ghosts inside those people possess, instead of making me deal with this and that without knowing anything."

He stared at the footsteps that still echoed in the darkness. The light from his phone shone on them, but the empty hall remained deserted.

Upon seeing this, he instinctively opened his briefcase, intending to take out the white ghost candle inside.

Professor Wang once said that white ghost candles can attract evil spirits, and using white ghost candles to lure out something whose source cannot be seen is the best way.

But when he reached inside and rummaged through the bag, he touched something that looked like a card.

Ok?

Ma Qian was taken aback at first, then instinctively took out the card and the white candle together.

He was stunned at first glance.

Because it wasn't a card at all, but a strange, bright red invitation.

Why was this invitation in my bag?

Didn't you throw it in the trash can when you got off the bus?

Without thinking twice, Ma Qian quickly took out a lighter and lit the white ghost candle.

Then he placed his hand on the shoulder of the dead man kneeling on the ground beside him.

A terrifying supernatural force erupted from him, and the person who had been dead suddenly stood up in the next second.

The corpse turned towards Ma Qian and then cupped the burning white ghost candle in its hands.

The wick of the ghost candle was pitch black, but its faint light illuminated a human figure at that moment.

The figure had its hands on the corpse's shoulders, seemingly controlling the corpse's movement.

This is the ghost that Ma Qian rides, codenamed "Ghost Chasing People".

The ability to control the actions of the dead through supernatural means is not limited to the dead.

This is why he was so interested in the white ghost candles given to him by headquarters.

Having the deceased hold a white candle to attract evil spirits greatly reduces the risk of being attacked.

soon.

The corpse then began to wander around the conference room, holding a white candle.

Wherever it went, rows of heads were lit by candlelight, which looked extremely eerie.

Meanwhile, Ma Qian hid in a dark corner, waiting for the corpse to attract the source ghost away so that he could take the elevator to escape.

Things were progressing as he had expected.

I walked along the outside of the elevator into the conference room.

Not long after.

In the area illuminated by the white ghost candle, the figure of an old woman appeared out of thin air.

The old woman looked to be around eighty years old. She was very thin, with little flesh on her body, and even her eyes were unfocused.

no doubt.

This old woman is a ghost, and she was specifically lured here by Ma Qian.

In the firelight.

The old woman would take a step forward with the corpse.

But as the old woman drew closer, the burning candle flame went out at an unimaginable speed.

It seems that once the white candle is completely extinguished, the ghost behind it will immediately attack the person holding the candle.

Without hesitation, Ma Qian ran towards the elevator.

He frantically pressed the close button, trying to speed up the elevator's closing process.

He discovered that the white candle in the hand of the corpse he was controlling was almost gone.

"Damn it, close the door already!"

Ma Qian kept pressing the buttons, and the elevator doors began to slowly close.

In the shortening gap, he saw the candle held by the corpse go out completely.

The entire second floor of the club was plunged into darkness in an instant.

In the last second before the flames died down, Ma Qian clearly saw the old woman's head turn towards him.

And at that very second, the elevator doors were about to close completely.

Ma Qian leaned against the armrest, feeling her legs go weak.

But before he could relax, the elevator, which was just a centimeter away from closing, suddenly stopped.

A hand covered in lividity had somehow gotten stuck on the elevator door that was about to close.

Sensing the foreign object, the elevator instinctively reopened its doors.

A hunched figure stood at the doorway, staring blankly at Ma Qian inside the elevator.

Due to paranormal interference, the elevator lights flickered erratically a few times before going completely out.

In the darkness, Ma Qian still leaned against the elevator, but his eyes were already unfocused.

As the elevator started operating again, the sound came from the first floor.

He lowered his head and walked straight into the darkness in a certain direction.

As for the old woman, she had long since mysteriously disappeared.

On the other side of Zhongzhou City.

The two girls left Taiping Ancient Town, intending to rest at a hotel in the new city area.

They were not local residents, but students who came from out of town to visit.

One of the girls took out a lucky sticker; there were already many stickers left.

Most of them were pasted on their own faces.

"Chen Ke, you still keep this yellow paper? Aren't you worried it might be something bad? I've heard that yellow paper is usually only used when burning it for the dead."

"Oh dear, Xiaoyue, what you're talking about is yellow paper, this is yellow paper, a kind of talisman. They're not the same. Look, there are talismans written on it. It looks like something a Taoist priest would use for protection and exorcism."

The girl named Chen Ke didn't take it seriously. There was no need to suddenly give her something that belonged to a dead person to scare her. This kind of prank is no longer popular.

"I don't think so. Their clothes don't look like they're doing role-playing. It's not the Ghost Festival, who would want to dress up as mourners and paper figures on the street?"

Xiaoyue felt that the other person was too carefree.

Hearing what the other person said, Chen Ke hesitated for a moment, after all, what the other person said made sense.

However, at that moment, the road gradually became deserted.

"Strange, we've walked for so long, why haven't we reached the inn yet? Could we have taken the wrong turn?"

The girl named Chen Ke frowned and looked ahead. Then, under a streetlamp not far away, she spotted the figure of an old woman.

However, even though the streetlight where the old woman was standing was off, I could still see her face clearly.

It was a face covered in lividity and with an empty expression.

Chen Ke rubbed her eyes, thinking she must have seen wrong.

But in the blink of an eye, the distance between the old woman under the streetlight and himself seemed to have shrunk by a fraction.

"Xiaoyue, look at that old lady over there."

Chen Ke pointed to the old lady under the streetlight, less than ten meters away from the two of them.

But in the short time it took to speak, the other person had already arrived in front of him.

The girl named Xiaoyue seemed not to hear her own words and walked numbly forward on her own.

She instinctively reached out and grabbed the other person, but when she turned Xiaoyue's body around, the other person's face had already lost all color, and even the temperature of her palms had dropped to freezing point in an instant.

Chen Ke cried out in surprise.

The lucky sticker in my hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The old woman's figure came to her side at this moment. Chen Ke kept backing away, but lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Her palms were cut and bleeding; in extreme fear, her hand holding the yellow paper was trembling.

At that moment, she remembered what the young man in mourning clothes had said while she was shopping.

If you encounter trouble, you can drip blood on it, which is believed to ward off evil spirits and bring good fortune.

Will it work?

Chen Ke's gaze involuntarily fell on the yellow paper. There was not much blood on the paper, but it had stained the entire sheet red.

Seeing this, hope seemed to ignite in Chen Ke's eyes.

Unfortunately, the abnormality of the yellow paper had only just begun to appear when the old woman's hands, covered in lividity, pulled Chen Ke up.

The moment they made contact, a red invitation suddenly appeared on Chen Ke's chest, where it had been empty.

At the same time, Chen Ke's eyes also became unfocused, and like Xiao Yue, she lowered her head numbly and walked towards the end of the street.

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