Mysterious Revival

The group dispersed again in Taiping Ancient Town.

Yang Jian was more interested in the non-existent ancient street. He felt that the Ghost Lake incident might not be a simple supernatural event, but rather involved matters from the Republic of China Period. Perhaps understanding this would make clear the true source of the Ghost Lake incident.

Li Jun and Shen Lin were more concerned about the place where the Ghost Lake connects to reality.

If they could find that place, they could directly enter the supernatural space where the Ghost Lake was located.

Leuk San left a paper man by Yang Jian’s side, but there were other paper men in the ancient town as well. Clearly, Leuk San wanted to understand this ancient town and also explore the non-existent street.

“Ordinary tourists can enter that street, which means that the street is still open to the outside world and isn’t always non-existent. The street hasn’t appeared now, but maybe it hasn’t truly disappeared; it might require specific people and specific conditions to enter specific places.”

“Just like the Ghost Post Office, which is only open to certain people. Those who do not meet the conditions cannot even see the existence of the Ghost Post Office, even if they stand at its door.”

Yang Jian stood in place, contemplating, “Can the five-layer Ghost Domain invade that street?”

After some thought, he decided to test it.

The ghost eye opened at that moment.

The scarlet ghost eye glared, emitting a bizarre red glow. The surrounding buildings quickly became affected and were drawn into the Ghost Domain. Then, the ghost eyes increased in number, stacking the Ghost Domain.

One layer, two layers, three layers… The five-layer Ghost Domain was directly activated.

In his vision, the buildings within the Ghost Domain gradually blurred. Some ordinary items were screened out by the Ghost Domain, unable to enter the five-layer Ghost Domain.

Moreover, this layer of Ghost Domain could already connect to the Supernatural Space, sending some fierce ghosts away from the realm of reality.

This is also why many supernatural entities require the five-layer Ghost Domain to be perceived.

Because some ghosts do not exist in reality.

You need to break the boundary between reality and the supernatural to see the truth.

The five-layer Ghost Domain is this boundary, so Yang Jian’s ghost eyes can see through many hidden supernatural phenomena.

This time is no exception.

As the old buildings around him gradually disappeared from his line of sight, an unbelievable scene unfolded. An old street with a sense of history became clear as the surrounding buildings blurred, seemingly manifesting from a supernatural place that didn’t exist in reality.

This ancient street does not exist in reality, but due to Yang Jian’s five-layer Ghost Domain, a certain boundary was breached.

“It’s succeeded after all,” Yang Jian stared at the street.

He even saw quite a number of pedestrians on the street, both men and women, dressed in a variety of clothing, some modern, some from the ’70s and ’80s, and even from the Republic of China Period. These people of all sorts seemed to witness the history of this street.

Yang Jian couldn’t determine whether these people truly existed or were some supernatural images left by the Ghost Domain intersecting with reality, because these people struck him as very real, their expressions and movements were seen clearly, and he could even hear their voices.

“What is that…..”

Suddenly.

He saw a back figure suddenly appear amidst the diverse street.

It was a woman, walking deeper into the street with her back facing Yang Jian. This back figure felt somewhat familiar. The reason it felt familiar was that the woman with her back to him was wearing a red cheongsam and red high heels, shapely and alluring.

Like Sister Hong.

But yet it didn’t seem like Sister Hong, because the woman in the red cheongsam wore a jade bracelet on her wrist.

The jade bracelet was black, identical in style and appearance to the jade bracelet in Yang Jian’s hand.

Only the jade bracelet in Yang Jian’s hand had blood seeping into it, bright and eerie.

“It’s the same one.” Yang Jian’s ghost eye scanned past, quickly comparing.

The style, size, even the texture matched, definitely the same one.

Except the one on the cheongsam woman’s hand hadn’t had blood seep into it yet, still a black jade bracelet. The one in Yang Jian’s hand now counted as a red jade bracelet.

“Who could that woman be? Sister Hong? Or perhaps the original owner of the jade bracelet?” Yang Jian felt puzzled.

He thought it was Sister Hong, yet felt that many aspects were unlike her, a feeling of discord he couldn’t articulate himself.

“No matter what, I’ll go in and take a look.” Yang Jian’s curiosity grew stronger. Without much thought, he walked toward that street.

The paper man by his side, Leuk San, was left outside the Ghost Domain.

He didn’t want to take Leuk San with him to that ancient street because he didn’t fully trust Leuk San. This guy’s paper men seemed to have unclear ties with the paper sedan that carried away Chen Qiaoyang in Dadong City, and moreover, the Leuk San present was just one of the paper men. It couldn’t necessarily help but could certainly disrupt.

As he walked forward, Yang Jian got closer to that street.

When he finally stepped over a boundary and entered that street, Yang Jian suddenly felt his Ghost Domain being interfered with, unable to be maintained, and it vanished directly.

“I’m in.” Yang Jian’s expression was serious as he glanced back.

The scene behind him was the same, nothing had changed, it seemed he could leave the street by just walking back a few steps.

However, he knew it wouldn’t be so easy to leave if he didn’t meet certain conditions.

But having come in, he was prepared, not acting on impulse.

“Let me see what secret Taiping Ancient Town holds, to be concealing such a peculiar street.” Yang Jian observed the ancient street.

After actually arriving on this ancient street, he realized it was cold and deserted, not as bustling as he had seen earlier, and those various people seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Indeed, were they supernatural images?

Yang Jian pondered this internally.

He continued walking forward.

On either side of the old street were rows of shops, occasionally with small stalls set up along the roadside. However, because the street was overly desolate, there were barely any people, Yang Jian didn’t see a single owner doing business at the stalls, and many shops were closed.

However, Yang Jian still saw some shops were open.

He continued walking forward.

Grasping a cracked long spear in his hand.

Before entering this street, he had already prepared his supernatural weapon, ready to tackle any danger if encountered.

“This seems to be a street forgotten by history, where everything is frozen in decades past, nothing seems to have changed.” Yang Jian’s steps came to a halt.

He stopped in front of a roadside stall.

This was a stall selling masks.

On the stall were various masks, most were of the Peking opera variety, while a few were stranger designs, like skull masks, or ghostly masks. The mask Yang Jian was holding, one with an angry face, seemed to have been bought from this stall.

The masks weren’t anything special, nor was the stall.

Yang Jian didn’t speak, just placed the mask back onto the stall, then continued walking forward.

However, after he had walked just a few steps.

Suddenly.

A clamor broke out behind him, a cacophony of noise, as if a bustling street had suddenly appeared, accompanied by an old man’s voice: “Young man, hold on, if you don’t want the mask, I’ll refund your money.”

In an instant.

Yang Jian abruptly stopped and looked back.

There was no one behind him, nothing but silence, the same as before.

As if everything earlier was an illusion.

But when Yang Jian looked at the mask stall again.

The spot where he had hung the mask was empty. After a careful scan, all the masks were there, except for that furious face mask, which was missing and couldn’t be found anywhere.

The eeriest thing was that a paper currency suddenly appeared on the stall.

The banknote was green, and the denomination was astonishingly three yuan.

No mistake.

This was a three-yuan banknote.

In reality, a three-yuan note doesn’t exist.

But Yang Jian had seen this kind of banknote before; he had once found one on a messenger’s corpse at Ghost Post Office.

That banknote was seven yuan.

Yang Jian silently pulled out that seven-yuan note from his pocket.

It was also colorful, although there were some differences in detail, the overall style was similar.

“Is this seven-yuan bill meant for use here?” A thought emerged in Yang Jian’s mind.

The seven-yuan note the messenger obtained might have originated from here. Using money to ward off ghosts, as a method to avoid being killed by ghosts, might just be one of the ways discovered. Maybe its true purpose is here.

“I returned the mask, got a three-yuan note, adding to the seven-yuan one, I now have ten yuan.”

Yang Jian thought of those two young people earlier: “What exactly did they use to buy that mask from this street?”

A strange chill rose in his heart.

That couple definitely didn’t buy the mask with ordinary money; they must have paid a price even they themselves were unaware of.

Without further thought.

After taking the three-yuan note, Yang Jian quickly left that stall.

This mask-selling stall dared to refund, he dared to accept.

No matter how eerie.

What high tides hasn’t Yang Jian seen?

At the same time.

Leuk San’s figure appeared throughout Taiping Town.

Finally.

A paper figurine of Leuk San stopped in front of a very large old building in the town.

This turned out to be a shrine.

The wooden doors of the shrine were open, revealing many memorial tablets inside, surrounded by incense smoke, indicating it was maintained and visited by some.

“Let’s take a look inside.”

This paper figurine of Leuk San, with a sense of curiosity and an urge, attempted to approach the shrine.

But as soon as it got near without entering, a man holding an enamel cup, slightly hunched over and blind in one eye, appeared from inside the shrine.

The man seemed around sixty, neither old nor young.

At this moment, he snorted: “Why would a dead man come to a shrine, get out.”

His blind eye, ghastly and white, rotated slightly, sending an inexplicable shiver.

The steps of the paper figurine of Leuk San halted abruptly, standing at the shrine’s doorway, filled with doubt and suspicion.

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