Chapter 153: Danger on the Fork in the Road

"Captain, I'm afraid we should get on the road."

Just as Cao Yang was thinking, Zhao Tong suddenly said in a dark voice.

Cao Yang turned around suddenly, only to find that not far behind the three people, a swirling white mist was rising. The mist was not thick, and a strange team appeared out of nowhere in the mist.

There were about a dozen people in the team, marching in two rows. They were all dressed in pale mourning clothes, with a rough raincoat that seemed to be woven from straw and hemp rope on the outside, and strangely shaped hats on their heads that covered half of their faces.

Lin Ye clearly saw that the exposed skin of these people was pale, like corpses that had been dead for a long time.

The two people leading the team seemed to be carrying a bamboo basket. As they walked with stiff steps, they grabbed a handful of old and rough yellow paper from the basket and scattered it. Behind them, several people were holding mourning sticks wrapped in white cloth and waving them in the air.

Behind them, four equally strange people were carrying a black coffin with a pale white word "甸" written on it. Next to the coffin, there was another person carrying a soul-guiding banner wrapped with dirty white cloth, exuding a strange and ominous atmosphere.

There is no doubt that this is a funeral procession, but it is obvious that those in the procession are not humans at all, but real ghosts!

"boom!"

The sudden crash broke the dead silence and brought Lin Ye back from his fear.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Zhao Tong's eyes were about to burst out. The funeral procession was full of ghosts, and the coffin must contain a more terrifying ghost. But what about now? He saw the coffin board shaking violently. The sound just now came from inside the coffin. The ghost was trying to get out of the coffin!

A fierce ghost was being buried, and there was a ghost hidden in the coffin. Before the entire funeral procession got close, Lin Ye had already felt the terrifying throbbing from the ghost in his body. This could only mean one thing: the ghost in the coffin was extremely terrifying, and it was a terrifying existence that he could not even imagine.

"The corpse-driving ghost and the curtain-pulling ghost, these two ghosts I control seem to have a close relationship with funerals..."

And the reality seemed to confirm Lin Ye’s inner guess. This extremely terrifying team actually adjusted its direction slightly and really kept approaching Lin Ye!

However, blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.

Zhao Tong tried to remain calm and motioned Cao Yang to look at the three-way intersection ahead. Each of the three forked roads had a different kind of supernatural phenomenon:
A rural opera stage suddenly appeared on the road on the left. On the stage stood seven or eight strange figures wearing masks and costumes. There were dozens of benches under the stage, but no one was sitting on them, as if they were waiting for the arrival of the audience.

Although there were no audiences, the figures did not stop singing. The humming and humming sounds could be faintly heard from a long distance away, making people dizzy.

A team of people wearing blood-red cheongsams appeared on the middle road. The two people in the lead threw red wedding money. The four people in the middle carried a red sedan chair with the word "囍" written on it. Next to the sedan chair, there was a person carrying two lanterns that glowed scarlet.

Unlike a funeral procession, this was a wedding procession. But there was no doubt that this procession was also full of ghosts, which was also very frightening.

The road on the right seemed much calmer. There were only three coffins placed alone on the road, blocking the three roads that forked again.

"Ghost play, red and white evil spirits, fortune, wealth and longevity... this is really a case of heaven's will to destroy us."

Zhao Tong's eyesight was pretty good, and he could clearly see the three words written on the three coffins on the road on the right.

Happiness, wealth and longevity.

"Captain, we have no choice now. It feels like we'll die no matter which path we take."

"Stop talking nonsense. Zhao Tong, try to use the ghost cave to connect these three roads. We will take whichever road can be connected."

Cao Yang's spirit was also highly tense. He had never experienced such a dangerous situation since his debut. What is certain is that if the supernatural phenomena on these three roads are real, no matter where they are, they must be something that at least a captain-level ghost rider can contact.

"Okay." Zhao Tong didn't waste any words and directly opened the Ghost Den. The dim path connected the front and back, and the yellow mud road appeared at the end of the funeral procession behind him. His only hope was that this pool of mud could be of some use, even if it could delay for a minute.

But this was only Zhao Tong's delusion after all. In just a few breaths, reality shattered this delusion. The terrifying funeral procession broke into the ghost den of Huidao Road as if it were in an empty space.

The yellow papers scattered from the air were like sharp knives, cutting through Zhao Tong's den bit by bit.

Zhao Tong gritted his teeth and tried to connect the three forked roads by going back.

“The first road cannot be connected.”

"The second road...is connected!"

There was no third attempt. Zhao Tong roared out the moment the docking was successful. In just a few seconds, the second half of the ghost den on the way back had become riddled with holes. Fortunately, the yellow mud road really played a role. The swamp-like section of the road limited the speed of the funeral procession, and Zhao Tong was able to succeed.

"go!"

Without any hesitation, Cao Yang picked up the two men, one in each hand, and resolutely embarked on the journey back.

From Cao Yang's perspective, he was running normally. But if you observe from a third-person perspective, you will find that the three people are clearly running backwards and moving away.

Seeing that he was about to run into this terrifying wedding procession, Cao Yang didn't plan to hold back any more and directly took out the string of black jade wind chimes.

“Ding Ding~!”

The crisp sound of wind chimes rang out in the dead silence, and Lin Ye and Zhao Tong even felt that their consciousness became clearer.

This string of wind chimes was quite complete. Cao Yang only consumed one. The remaining 35 small wind chimes were stacked together, and the sound they made was enough to drive away most evil spirits.

"Get the ghost candle ready, use the full one!"

The three of them were getting closer and closer to the team. Cao Yang could even see a strange figure through the gap in the curtain of the sedan chair.

“Ding-dang~ Ding-dang~!”

Cao Yang shook the wind chime in his hand desperately. Because he was too close to it, he even felt that the crisp sound was a bit harsh, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Zhao Tong’s ghost den could no longer be maintained. The scattered yellow paper completely tore the second half of the return road apart, leaving only half of the entire ghost den. Fortunately, the yellow mud road was still there, and the balance between the two ghosts was not broken.

The funeral procession returned to reality, and they seemed to have set their sights on Lin Ye, following the three of them and walking down the middle road. But if they continued walking like this, they would definitely collide with the wedding procession.

Zhao Tong didn’t dare to think about what would happen then.

"it works!"

The continuous sound of the wind chimes made Cao Yang bleed from all seven orifices, but he ignored it and continued shaking desperately.

Fate finally gave its response. The wedding procession that had originally crowded the road suddenly shifted a little to the side, leaving a gap that was almost one person wide.

"No matter what method you use, get out of here alive!"

(End of this chapter)