Mysterious Resurgence: Starting with the Strange Bus

Chapter 72 The Ghost Who Infiltrated the Crowd
After the wooden cabinet was opened, the dangerous situation that everyone had anticipated did not occur.

It was empty inside.

The old paint was peeling and peeling, revealing the wood underneath. Some parts had already begun to rot. The moment the cabinet door was opened, a faint smell of rotting wood wafted out.

"Could it be that we guessed wrong, and there's no vengeful ghost inside the wooden cabinet?"

The man who opened the door turned to look at Li Hui, his eyes filled with a tentative question, as if he wanted to ask Li Hui if he had misheard the noise he had heard earlier.

The view inside the room is immediately apparent.

There were only wooden cabinets and wooden beds.

If there were ghosts in the room, they would be easy to spot at a glance. Now that the only place where people could hide had been opened, there was nothing inside. This made the man doubt Li Hui's previous judgment.

But this suspicion only lasted a moment before the man put it out of his mind.

In such a strange place, it's perfectly normal for one or two vengeful ghosts that are invisible to the naked eye to exist.

the other side.

Li Hui did not respond to the man, but stepped forward and, under the man's surprised gaze, reached one hand into the wooden cabinet and began to rummage around inside.

"What are you doing?"

Li Hui's behavior not only baffled the man beside him, but also left the other ghosts who followed him into the room completely bewildered, not understanding what he was doing.

Could it be that because you can't see with your eyes, you want to touch the evil spirit with your hands instead?

Li Hui clearly had no intention of answering their questions. One of his hands was rapidly groping inside the wooden cabinet, as if searching for some clue, while his other hand tightly gripped the handle of the old woodcutter's knife.

His idea is simple.

Since it cannot be seen with the naked eye, we can search for it through the medium of the wood-chopping knife. As long as the ghost leaves a trace in the wooden cabinet, the medium of the wood-chopping knife will definitely be triggered.

Having read the original novel, Li Hui knew that footprints were not the only way to trigger the machete; other traces, such as handprints, could also be used.

"No?"

However, after some searching, nothing was found. The medium of the old wood-chopping knife was not triggered, just as there were no traces left by the vengeful ghost in the wooden cabinet.

"It's impossible for there to be no trace."

"The fact that such a large wooden cabinet is placed in this room, along with the wooden bed, seems to blend perfectly into the room, which is the biggest anomaly in itself."

Li Hui's expression shifted slightly, realizing that he must have used the wrong method.

Such a strange wooden cabinet couldn't possibly be without any trace of the supernatural, so he examined it more closely.

To his surprise, this close inspection revealed something unusual.

In one corner of the wooden cabinet, there is a row of marks that resemble handprints. The color is dark gray and very similar to the color of the cabinet itself. If you don't look closely, you really can't tell the difference between the two.

The row of handprints was very small, unlike those of adults. Judging from the size, they were about the size of a five- or six-year-old child's palm.

Was there ever a ghost child living in this wooden cabinet before?

Li Hui guessed.

A child aged five or six is ​​clearly no longer considered a ghost infant, but rather a ghost child.

While thinking.

Li Hui's palm landed directly on the row of handprints inside the wooden cabinet.

But something strange happened. The scene before Li Hui's eyes did not change at all. The figure of the owner of the row of handprints did not appear, and the medium of the Ghost Chopping Knife was not triggered.

"How could this be?"

This scene was beyond Li Hui's expectations.

If no trace of the vengeful ghost had been found, that would have been one thing, but now that a palm print left by the vengeful ghost in the wooden cabinet had been found, the medium of the wood-cutter knife still hadn't been triggered, which was something Li Hui couldn't understand.

Even if the vengeful ghost was later controlled by someone or imprisoned in the golden container, it should still be able to trigger the medium of the woodcutter's knife; it's impossible for it to have no reaction at all.

This unusual situation left Li Hui standing there motionless for a long time.

He then turned and went to the front of the wooden bed.

There were also traces left on the edge of the bed, scratch marks, as if someone had been scratching the wooden bed with their hands.

The scratches were not deep or wide, and they crisscrossed, matching the size of the fingers on the row of handprints in the wooden cabinet.

This explains why the handprint left in the wooden cabinet and the scratch marks left on the edge of the bed are the same vengeful ghost.

Snapped!
Without the slightest hesitation.

Li Hui pressed his palm directly onto the scratches on the edge of the bed.

But the result was the same as before; the medium for the Ghost Chopping Knife was not triggered, and the scene in front of Li Hui remained unchanged.

Seeing this, everyone else watched Li Hui in silence, wanting to see what he would do next.

"Can he find vengeful spirits by touching traces? This must be the power of that wood-chopping knife, triggering some kind of curse through contact?"

After witnessing Li Hui's series of actions, the others gradually came to their senses.

After all, they had just collided with that tall male corpse not long ago, and some people were dismembered the moment they made contact. This made them vaguely guess that the power of the machete was related to touch.

However, judging from Li Hui's performance, the group guessed that he had failed and had not found any trace of the vengeful ghost in the room.

"If we really can't find it, it's not a big deal. It's just a vengeful ghost. Even if we find it, it won't mean much."

at this time.

A young man's voice came from outside.

The speaker was Yang Xiao.

His body, which had been broken in two, had been restored without his noticing, leaving no trace of injury, as if his body had never suffered any serious injury.

Upon hearing this, Li Hui's thoughts were interrupted, and he immediately turned his head to look towards the door. Almost at the same time, Yang Xiao's figure also passed through the crowd and entered the guest room.

After entering the room, Yang Xiao first looked around at the interior before saying, "The Ghost Dream I control is extremely sensitive to supernatural forces."

“There is indeed a strong lingering ghostly aura in this room, but strangely, we can’t pinpoint the source of the ghost at all. This situation is very unusual. In my memory, even my own body has only encountered it once.”

Yang Xiao didn't specify which experience it was, but Li Hui guessed it must have been a ghost dream, which was also a very special and vengeful ghost.

“You said earlier that your goal this time was this strange woodcutter’s knife. Now that you have the knife, there’s no point in staying here any longer. It would only increase the risk.”

Yang Xiao said that what he meant was that he hoped Li Hui could leave as soon as possible.

His views differ from those of many others.

In Yang Xiao's view.

As a haunted place built by top ghost-controllers during the Republic of China era, the Ghost Hotel must imprison a large number of vengeful ghosts, and the dangers it contains are considerable.

Although Li Hui wields powerful supernatural abilities, he is not without flaws. If he encounters particularly complex and terrifying vengeful spirits, he is still very likely to be killed.

Here.

After listening to Yang Xiao's words, Li Hui stopped dwelling on it and got up to walk out of the room.

He wasn't particularly interested in the ghost in the room; he was just curious about what had happened earlier.

But who would have thought.

He tried every means at his disposal, even attempting to use the medium of the Ghost Chopping Knife, but still couldn't find the vengeful ghost.

Tatata!
Seeing Li Hui leave, the other spirits also followed him out of the guest room.

Under Li Hui's control, the hazy ghost realm stretched back along the path they had come from, and the ashes enveloped everyone. Then, Li Hui and the group of dead souls disappeared from the spot.

Even after they had all left, there was still no sound coming from that guest room.

It was as if the noise Li Hui had heard earlier was just a mishearing, but the handprints in the wooden cabinet and the scratches on the edge of the bed were real, indicating that things were not so simple.

The return trip went smoothly and took much less time than when they came in. In the blink of an eye, Li Hui and his group arrived at the entrance of the passage.

However, just as everyone was leaving the supernatural passage, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded.

In the corridor of the Caesars Hotel, there is a window on one side with a glass mirror that reflects people's images.

When Li Hui and his group passed by, nothing seemed amiss. However, when a man in the crowd walked by, two figures were reflected in the glass mirror.

One of them was the man himself, and the other was a child with a dark complexion who looked to be about six or seven years old.

The child lay on the man's back, his eyes pitch black with no whites, his gaze cold and filled with an inexplicable deathly stillness that sent chills down one's spine.

Then something even stranger happened.

As if sensing something, the child turned his head to look at the glass on one side of the corridor, and then disappeared without a trace.

All of this happened so fast, and no one paid attention to the glass, so no one noticed this strange sight.

After leaving the haunted hotel, the restrictions on Li Hui's ghost domain disappeared. The hazy ashes drifted around, ignoring the obstruction of buildings, and the area they covered expanded rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Caesars Hotel was enveloped, but the expansion of the ghost realm did not stop, and the gray paper ash spread in all directions.

The supernatural power of the seventy percent ghost paintings makes the area that Li Hui's Ghost Domain can cover surprisingly large, even to the point that it has no upper limit. If it continues to expand, it could encompass the entire world.

But Li Hui obviously couldn't do that; he simply let the ghost domain shroud Z Mountain City in an attempt to find the newspaper ghost.

Based on the current timeline, the newspaper ghost is definitely within the territory of Z Mountain City.

A hazy cloud of paper ash drifted in the air, and at that moment, the entire Z Mountain City began to rain down paper ash. However, ordinary people could not see this scene, and Li Hui's ghost domain did not reveal itself.

Even the ghost tamers in the city couldn't see through this ghost realm. They only vaguely sensed something was wrong. The vengeful spirits they controlled were either restless or strangely silent. This situation made them change their expressions drastically, feeling that a very terrifying vengeful spirit might have appeared nearby.

Li Hui, the instigator of all this, was unaware of what others were thinking. At this moment, he had led the group of dead souls to a street not far from the Caesars Hotel.

This is a commercial pedestrian street.

There is a lot of traffic.

There are benches on both sides of this pedestrian street for people to rest when they get tired of shopping.

At this moment, a strange figure was sitting on a bench directly opposite Li Hui. It was a man wearing leather shoes and a suit, but his face was not clearly visible.

The reason his face was not clearly visible was because the man was holding up a blood-stained newspaper with both hands, obscuring his face.

Tatata!
The sound of dense footsteps sounded.

Li Hui walked straight toward the figure reading the newspaper, followed by a group of dead souls.

And the other side.

Seemingly sensing Li Hui and the others' actions, the newspaper ghost slowly put down the blood-stained old newspaper in its hand, revealing a face that Li Hui somewhat recognized.

"Yang Xiao?"

"No, this isn't Yang Xiao's face, it's Yang Jian's face."

Upon seeing this, Li Hui was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening.

The figure sitting on the bench opposite them, after lowering his arm, revealed Yang Xiao's face. To be precise, it was a face that looked seven or eight parts similar to Yang Xiao, but seemed to be younger.

Besides.

On the figure's face, there were several blank areas, as if several parts of a clear photograph had been forcibly cut out, making the face appear imperfect.

"I remember there was a plot like this in the original novel: the ghost newspaper altered Yang Jian's memories and successfully became Yang Jian's father. When Yang Jian realized what was happening, it attacked him and obtained Yang Jian's face, but it was not complete."

Li Hui thought of the beginning of the original story.

As he pondered, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through the street, and newspapers appeared out of thin air, fluttering in the air as they were blown by the wind.

Each fluttering newspaper was stained with blood and bore the outline of a human face before drifting towards him.

Li Hui didn't seem too concerned about the blood-stained old newspapers fluttering in the air. He knew that these newspapers were just supernatural phenomena, not the real source.

The source of the newspaper was always the same: the one held in the hand of the man in the suit, which was also his target this time.

Before the newspaper even got close, Li Hui began to take action.

He waved his hand rapidly a few times, during which the world before his eyes began to distort, the scene in the street quickly became blurry, paper dust floated, and the bloodstained old newspapers that flew towards him all disappeared into thin air.

Seventy percent of the ghost paintings and supernatural phenomena are enough to completely affect reality, and it is not difficult to send away some of the newspapers that are related to the supernatural.

As soon as the newspapers that had sprung up from the supernatural were sent away, the newspaper ghost stood up from the bench, and at the same time, the blood-stained red newspaper in his hand flew toward Li Hui at an incredible speed.

(End of this chapter)