Mysterious Resurrection: I am Jiang Shang, commanding ghosts and becoming a god

Chapter 122 Want to buy skinny fingers? I'll treat you to a bullet.

The strange old man standing in front of the stall had a twisted and thin figure. He was wearing a tattered white robe, and the mottled bloodstains on the robe were faintly visible in the dim light.

Jiang Shan held his breath and watched the "old man's" every move with cold eyes.

It has no facial features, but it can give people a feeling of a half-smile. It stands motionless in front of the stall, its dark eyes staring at Jiang Shan.

The weird atmosphere lasted for a full minute.

Under Jiang Shan's solemn and vigilant gaze, the ghost took the first action.

A pair of wrinkled, cracked hands stretched out from the tattered and bloodstained robe, and the dry hands without a trace of flesh pointed to a pocket of Jiang Shan's trousers.

at the same time,

A very thick stack of gray-white "ghost money" that was as wide as a palm appeared out of thin air on the wooden table.

It wants to buy something!
But what the ghost wanted to buy was not the strange thing on the wooden table, but something on Jiang Shan's body.

"?!"

Although this ghost who looks like a short old man,

It has no facial features, and only the weird appearance of its eye sockets is enough to scare many people.

But for Jiang Shan,
The feeling he had after seeing the ghost was not even as surprising as seeing a good-looking dog.

But he was deeply afraid of him from the beginning to the end.

Just because the ghost's outstretched hand was missing a finger!
And where it now points,
That is, in the pocket of Jiang Shan’s trousers.

What was placed there was that skinny finger!

Jiang Shan's face turned gloomy when he saw this scene, but he did not take any unnecessary action.

"Before anything unusual happens in the ghost stall, I'd better not act rashly. There are still hundreds of ghosts on Ghost Street. Once the balance of the ghost stall is broken, my situation will be very dangerous."

that's it,
The man and the ghost were in a stalemate.

As the dark shadows on Ghost Street gradually disappeared, the biting coldness also faded away.

Time passes by second by second.

Only half an hour had passed and there were no more ghosts wandering around the Ghost Street, which had returned to its former silence and desolation.

But the short old man in a white robe and without any facial features was still standing in front of the ghost stall, and his shriveled hands remained in the same position as before.

At this moment, Jiang Shan was not anxious at all.
As long as the ghost doesn't move, he won't move either.

Judging from the overall pattern of the ghosts,

There seemed to be some kind of restriction on them, preventing them from staying in Ghost Street for a long time.

However, Jiang Shan didn't believe that the ghost in front of him, which came with the ghost tide, could be free from the restrictions of this overall law.

at a certain moment,
The ghost suddenly raised his hands and his head drooped.

"What is it doing?"

The ghost's strange behavior made Jiang Shan's eyelids twitch, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

His intuition told him that something extremely horrific and strange was about to happen.

The old man suddenly covered his eyes with his hands and sobbed silently.

at the same time,

The curtains of all the stalls on the street suddenly fluttered together, and then an extremely fishy and cold wind rushed into the stalls.

The densely packed red lanterns hanging in the air over Ghost Street began to flicker, as if being controlled by an invisible hand, flickering on and off.

In the broken red light, countless distorted shadows were cast on the wall of the house on the ghost street opposite Jiang Shan.
Those shadows seemed to be dancing silently, in various shapes, some like struggling human figures, and some like mad beasts. They intertwined and collided in the red light, and an indescribable terror emanated.

"Bang~!"

"Bang~! Bang~!"

Jiang Shan frowned. He immediately took out a special pistol and attached the word "ghost" to the inside of the bullet. Then he chose to shoot without hesitation.

Because the ghost stall is a unique spiritual space, the ghost character and the blood ghost cannot directly attack the outside world. Although the ability of the ghost is restricted, the gold is not.

Attach the word "鬼" to the inside of the golden bullet to attack the ghost.

Jiang Shan had this idea a long time ago. Faced with the current situation, he can only choose this method as the only means of attack.

at the same time,

Blood-red ghost characters covered the entire interior of the ghost stall.

Jiang Shan wanted to suppress the unknown spirits through the word "ghost".

As the magazine was emptied,
The old man, who was sobbing with his hands covering his face, stood there in a daze, falling into some unknown silence.

The situation of the ghost stall was exactly as Jiang Shan had expected. The originally unstable stall was balanced.

Even though the several bamboo poles in the ghost stall have been bent beyond recognition, they still continue to exist in an incomprehensible state due to the maintenance of the supernatural.

"The skinny finger is the puzzle piece of this ghost. Do its other fingers have different functions? There are no other ghosts outside the Ghost Street now."

"Forget it. I don't have the means to dismember a ghost. Even if I can suppress this ghost for a short period of time, I won't get any substantial benefits. I can't do such a thankless task."

Looking at the "old man" who had revived in front of him, Jiang Shan, who had been hesitant, immediately gave up the idea of ​​dismembering the ghost.

Because behind that ghost, he once again saw the surging tide of ghosts.

That chilling feeling came over me again.

"How many ghosts are there here? Damn it!" Jiang Shan's face darkened and his heart was beating fast.

Just now, he looked very cool when he suppressed the ghost with bullets.

If you do this normally, the ghost word can be taken back.

But with the ghost stall cut off from the outside world, he could no longer sense the ghost word shot out by the bullets.

The last time this happened was when he deposited the word "ghost" into Chen Yue's body.

"Because I am in a different spiritual space, I can't sense the existence of those ghost words now. If I leave the ghost stall, maybe I can get the ghost words back."

"Another wave of ghosts is coming. We absolutely cannot go out now. The word 'ghost' that we cannot sense is like a mark on this ghost. If we want to take it back, we can only wait and see if there will be a chance in the future."

Although the word "ghost" was missing by less than one percent, Jiang Shan still felt a little unhappy.

No matter how unhappy you are,
After all, the situation was helpless.
Apart from using the property of gold that it is not affected by the supernatural to suppress the ghost, Jiang Shan could not think of a better way.

Heartache is heartache,
The effect is very significant.

The ghost that looked like a short old man was silent for a few seconds, then it raised its head and looked at Jiang Shan again with its empty, dark eyes.

Although he couldn't see the ghost's eyes, Jiang Shan could feel its angry gaze.

The strange feeling made Jiang Shan frown. He held a special pistol in his hand, ready to launch the next round of suppression at any time.

In sight,

After the two looked at each other for a few minutes, the ghost turned and walked into the "black tide" of Ghost Street, and then disappeared.

"Five and a half hours. It seems that the flow of time here is the same as in reality. Are there no ghosts on this ghost street at dawn? It seems that there is such a rule here. Hmm? Is it raining?"

Jiang Shan thought to himself as he saw the drizzle that had already started outside the ghost stall.

Except for the old man with a broken finger standing in front of the ghost stall and asking Jiang Shan for his skinny finger,
The following night,

There was no ghost standing in front of the ghost stall to "buy" those weird and supernatural things on the wooden table.

Picking up the gray-white ghost money that appeared out of thin air on the wooden table, Jiang Shan looked at Xiao Yu outside the stall and couldn't help thinking:
"The ghost dream originally appeared in reality through the medium of rain. When Yang Jian first entered the ghost dream, the ghost dream restored the real village and pulled Yang Jian into an unknown supernatural world as an ordinary person. But in the final analysis, the ghost dream still used the real Meishan Village as an anchor to influence reality."

"This ghost's nature should not have much to do with consciousness, because the ghost in my body is not affected, but its certain patterns are very similar to ghost dreams, huh? This is..."

at a certain moment,
Jiang Shan stopped thinking and squinted his eyes to look not far away.

In sight,

A group of living figures appeared on the street.

(End of this chapter)