Mysterious Resurgence: Starting with the Strange Bus

Chapter 130 The Ghost Scissors
"Dong dong dong..."

evening.

The presidential suite on the top floor of the Ping An Hotel.

As the knocking sounded, Li Hui slowly opened his eyes on the bed and looked towards the guest room door.

Almost at the same time, a man's voice came from outside the door.

"Hello, Captain Li, this is Yang Jian. I have a few questions I'd like to ask you. I wonder if you have a moment now?"

The hotel rooms were very well soundproofed. Although Yang Jian was speaking quite loudly outside the door, the sound that entered the room was still very faint. You had to listen very carefully to hear what he was saying.

click!
The sound of the door opening rang out.

Li Hui opened the door to the guest room as he walked to it, and then gestured for Yang Jian to come in.

"What brings you here?"

After Yang Jian sat down, Li Hui asked.

Although he had a vague idea of ​​Yang Jian's intentions, he was not entirely sure, so he asked directly.

"Is such that."

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jian said, "On the plane earlier, Captain Li, you used some supernatural phenomena to suppress that vengeful ghost. One of the figures looked a lot like my father when he was young. I wonder if I could meet him?"

Yang Jian's expression was quite strange when he said this, as if he didn't know how to describe it.

If it were just a normal paranormal phenomenon, that would be one thing, but Yang Jian was certain that those strange figures at the time definitely had self-awareness, and some of them even communicated with Li Hui.

That's why, after finishing up at the airport, Yang Jian immediately went to find Li Hui, wanting to talk to the ghost who looked seven or eight parts like him.

He had too many questions he wanted to figure out. Yang Jian had almost no memory of his father, only that he died in a car accident. He knew nothing else. Li Hui seemed to have a way to make his father appear when he was young, which gave Yang Jian the desire to investigate.

the other side.

Upon hearing this, Li Hui's face revealed an expression of 'as expected'. Yang Jian's purpose was exactly as he had guessed before; his goal was indeed to retrieve Yang Xiao's spirit.

Think of this.

Li Hui waved his hand a few times.

Amidst the drifting, gray ashes, a figure appeared out of thin air in the guest room.

"You..." Looking at the figure in front of him who looked seven or eight parts similar to himself, Yang Jian was momentarily at a loss for words.

Should we just call him "Dad"?

Yang Jian couldn't do it.

But if he were to address him by another name, Yang Jian would feel a little strange.

Seemingly sensing Yang Jian's dilemma, Yang Xiao spoke first: "Don't worry too much. Your father and I are completely different people. I am him, but I am not him."

These words seemed somewhat complicated, but Yang Jian successfully understood them.

Then he began, "Then you..."

"I am just a dead soul!"

Before Yang Jian could finish speaking, Yang Xiao interrupted him and continued:

"You may have many questions, but since he didn't choose to tell you the relevant information, he must have his own considerations. But based on my understanding of him, he has probably left you a backup plan. If you have time, you can go back to your hometown and take a look. Maybe you will find something useful."

Going back to my hometown?
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian nodded subconsciously, indicating that he understood.

The two then chatted about other things, during which Li Hui went back to bed to rest, seemingly uninterested in the content of their conversation.

However, even if he didn't deliberately listen, every word of their conversation still reached Li Hui's ears. After all, apart from being in the same guest room, Yang Jian and the other person's conversation took place within Li Hui's ghost realm.

The reason for this is that Yang Xiao, as a wandering soul, is unable to leave Li Hui's ghost realm. These wandering souls can only live in the world within the painting, and they can only appear in the real world by relying on Li Hui's ghost realm.

Yang Jian and Yang Xiao chatted for about twenty minutes before Yang Jian got up, said goodbye to Li Hui, and left to return to his room.

He had just returned to his room not long ago.

There was a knock on the door of his room.

Yang Jian frowned slightly upon hearing the knock, then walked to the door and peeked out of the room through the peephole.

However, there was no one outside, but strangely, the knocking continued. At that moment, if it weren't for the unusual frequency of the knocking, Yang Jian would have thought he had encountered another ghost knocking incident.

"It shouldn't be a paranormal event. After all, this is Dajing City, and the safety level should be very high. Even Li Hui and the others live here. So what's going on? There's no one outside, but the door keeps being knocked on. Could someone be playing a prank?"

Think of this.

Yang Jian's face immediately darkened, and then he opened the door with a wary look on his face.

As the door opened, an ordinary-looking man came into Yang Jian's view. The moment the man saw him, a stiff smile appeared on his face, and he stood outside the door as eerily as a corpse.

"A ghost tamer? His body has been severely corrupted by supernatural forces, and he can't even control his facial expressions. His condition is very bad."

Yang Jian sized up the man in front of him, then asked, "What do you want?"

Hear the words.

The man, who looked like a corpse, immediately spoke up: "Hello, my name is Zhang Lei. I came to Dajing City specifically to participate in training. I heard that Ghost Eye Yang Jian from Dachang City just checked into a hotel, so I came to visit out of curiosity. I hope I haven't caused you any inconvenience."

After listening to the man's self-introduction, Yang Jian immediately recalled the man's personal file at headquarters.

Zhang Lei, the Ghost Eater!
“I’ve seen your file. It says you’re special; you can eat other ghosts just by controlling one.”

Yang Jian carefully examined Zhang Lei for a few moments.

He was no stranger to the ability to devour ghosts. For example, the starving ghost grew by devouring other vengeful ghosts. In addition, there was the human skin paper, which also demonstrated the ability to devour ghosts when it was in Huanggang Village.

But what makes this person think they can eat ghosts? Do they really think ghosts are just a dish to be eaten whenever they want? You should know that even if a ghost tamer randomly puts a ghost into their body, it's not as simple as controlling two or three ghosts; it will result in immediate death!
Think of this.

Yang Jian's expression became subtle.

He continued, "You came to see me, presumably because of the starving ghost incident, right? Like you, it can devour other vengeful ghosts."

"Yes."

Zhang Lei nodded and said, "The starving ghosts in Dachang City are indeed somewhat similar to me. That's why I'd like to ask you about some things."

However, before he could finish speaking, Yang Jian interrupted him.

"If you're asking about the starving ghost, you've come to the wrong person. I didn't imprison it; Li Hui handled it. He's probably more familiar with the patterns of the starving ghost than I am, and he's also staying at this hotel, in the presidential suite on the top floor. If you want to know about the starving ghost, you should go find him."

"Ghost Painting Li Hui? I've heard some of his stories; he's indeed an extraordinary person. Has he also checked into the Ping An Hotel? Thank you for the information. I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

Zhang Lei's stiff smile twitched twice before he managed to suppress it, then turned and left.

After leaving, Zhang Lei did not immediately go to find Li Hui according to the room number given by Yang Jian. Instead, he returned to his own room. It was already late, so he decided to wait until tomorrow to visit him.

that's it.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Night fell quickly.

The top floor of the hotel.

After dinner, Li Hui stood by the window in his room, looking out at the city lights twinkling in the night.

From his current perspective, he could take in most of the city.

"It's almost time, the scissors in Fang Shiming's hand..."

Li Hui's expression shifted slightly, and then a hazy gray ash appeared around his body, spreading in all directions at a visible speed, turning everything it encountered along the way gray.

Although Li Hui wasn't sure if the curse of the Ghost Scissors could ignore the supernatural barrier of the bus, he figured it was better to address the root cause than to entrust the potential danger to someone else.

The moment Li Hui activated the Ghost Domain, many people in the Ping An Hotel immediately noticed the anomaly in their surroundings.

For example, Yang Jian.

The ghost eye within his body immediately went silent, suppressed, as if it had never existed at all; all of it, beyond Yang Jian's control, closed up.

"Is this Li Hui's ghost realm?"

Yang Jian looked out the window and saw a gray expanse with no other color. It was clearly a ghost realm, and he was quite familiar with this ghost realm where paper ash floated.

Zhang Lei and others also noticed something was wrong.

Although Zhang Lei only controlled one vengeful ghost, the ghost he controlled was very strange, capable of devouring other vengeful ghosts, and its level of terror was exceptionally strong. Therefore, it was detected the moment Li Hui's gray ghost domain appeared.

At this moment, Zhang Lei also stood by the window of his room, looking out with a very solemn expression on his face.

"A ghost domain? It's unusually large and still expanding outwards. This should be Li Hui's ghost domain. As expected of a powerful figure who has handled S-level paranormal events. But why is he using the ghost domain at this time?"

Compared to them.

Those other ghost tamers who didn't know the source of the ghost realm performed much worse.

They all stood up, their faces changing drastically, staring in horror at the swirling ashes around them. They couldn't understand why such a terrifying supernatural phenomenon was occurring at the Ping An Hotel. Many even wondered if a ghost-controlling spirit in the hotel had suddenly been resurrected.

Li Hui was unaware of this.

He had already left the hotel and was controlling the ghost realm to spread towards a certain part of the city at an incredible speed.

That's the direction where Ping An Building is located!

At this time, Ping An Group had already closed for the day, and apart from a few staff members on duty, there were no employees present; they had all returned to the dormitories arranged by the company.

In an office in the building, Fang Shiming, dressed in a suit, sat on a stool with a pensive expression on his face, seemingly lost in thought.

But the next moment.

Fang Shiming, who had been deep in thought, suddenly changed his expression, as if he had sensed something, and looked out the window.

The already dim sky grew even darker, an unnatural and eerie darkness, an extreme grayness, with dense dust of paper floating in the air.

"Ghostland?"

Although the 'Fang Shiming' in the office is not the real person, but only a manifestation of some kind of supernatural power, his vision as a top-notch ghost tamer still exists; all he lacks is supernatural power.

"Moreover, this ghost realm is the supernatural realm of the Ghost Painting. The real Ghost Painting is still overseas, so it's highly likely that the Ghost Master named Li Hui is behind this?"

Almost the instant the thought crossed his mind, a figure appeared in the office.

The newcomer was Li Hui. Without any hesitation or intention to talk, he immediately attacked Fang Shiming.

"Clap!"

A powerful hand gripped Fang Shiming's neck, and a terrifying force surged forth, lifting him up completely.

"Um...you..."

A look of confusion flashed across Fang Shiming's face. He couldn't understand why the other party would go to such lengths to deal with him when he had clearly not offended them before.

As for having Li Yao try to win over Li Hui, Fang Shiming didn't think it was an offense at all; at most, it would just mean a failed collaboration after being rejected. Therefore, he didn't understand Li Hui's actions at all.

unless……

Li Hui knew that he had considered gathering people to directly eliminate the other party after failing to win them over, which would make sense, but was that possible?
For a while.

Fang Shiming thought about it a lot.

Then he spoke with difficulty, trying to persuade him: "Wait, Li Hui, I think there might be some misunderstanding between us?"

"We just want to cooperate with you on WeChat Moments so that we can all achieve a win-win situation. There's absolutely no need to fight to the death here and let others reap the benefits!"

Upon hearing this, Li Hui didn't respond at all. Instead, he increased the pressure on his hand, and the supernatural power of the 30% bus surged forth, snapping Fang Shiming's neck in an instant.

After doing all this, Li Hui found a box on Fang Shiming's body. The box was not big, only slightly larger than a regular mobile phone, but it was a striking gold color, obviously made of gold.

Because only gold can ward off all supernatural phenomena, this is common knowledge in the paranormal community!
The entire gold box was welded shut, and the weld was very strong, leaving not even the slightest gap.

Seeing this, Li Hui picked up a small knife from the desk next to him and made a cut around the box, thus opening the long-sealed golden box.

The moment the gold box was opened, the already dimly lit office became even colder, and a faint stench of decay filled the air, as if something had rotted away.

Inside the box was a pair of scissors.

The scissors looked old-fashioned, not modern, but from the Republican era. I wondered if they had been buried in mud for a long time, as the black stains on them were hard to remove, and I couldn't tell if they were rust or something else that shouldn't have been there.

The most bizarre thing was the handle of the scissors, which was wrapped with dense coils of black hair, some of which were even still connected to the scalp at the roots. A putrid stench was emanating from it...

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(End of this chapter)