Chapter 230 Entering the game
The bronze sword hit the ghost peddler's skinny body as expected, but it did not leave any scars, and did not even scratch his brown skin and muscles.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Bronze sword, node medium, death upon sword strike, dismemberment puzzle, three levels of attack, he would not be surprised no matter which one works, but today the ghost peddler is unharmed, and even his head hasn't moved.

"No, that's not right."

Suddenly, Cao Yang seemed to realize something.

The next second, a startling scar appeared on his body, exactly where he had stabbed the ghost peddler with the bronze sword. At the same time, the ghost flesh on his chest was shrinking and necrotizing rapidly, even curbing the growth of the surrounding ghost flesh.

The bronze sword never fails, because it will strike if it is held, and it will die if it strikes. The ghost peddler used some special spiritual power to trade this damage to Cao Yang, just like a replica of a scapegoat!
But what Cao Yang didn't notice was that a corner of the black cloth wrapped around the ghost peddler's head was lifted up at this moment, and the whole cloth became a little loose, no longer as tight as before.

"Come again."

One failure did not discourage Cao Yang. He had already raised the ghost peddler's horror level to be comparable to the Seven Elders. It is no exaggeration to say that ghosts or ghost controllers of this level have extraordinary means.

A dead and heavy evil ghost instantly stepped on the ghost peddler's shoulder. With the current terrifying level of the human-suppressing ghost, it could definitely suppress some ordinary evil ghosts easily. Even a newly formed starving ghost might not be able to bear this weight.

However, the ghost peddler was not an ordinary evil ghost, nor was he a starving ghost that had not yet grown up. The oppressive ghost stepping on his shoulders could not even make him bend down, but just made the carrying pole tilt a little. The cargo boxes hanging on both ends swayed slightly, and the place where they were connected to the carrying pole rubbed violently, making a rustling sound.

Without any sign or warning, a building towering into the sky appeared. Just as Cao Yang expected, the ghost cave at the memory level was not restricted and could still be opened normally.

But the reality gave Cao Yang a heavy blow. The ghost peddler was indeed intelligent, but its consciousness was not drawn into the memory world. What shocked Cao Yang even more was that his own oppressive ghost was forcibly traded away by the ghost peddler, and now the oppressive ghost was stepping on him.

The bones in his shoulders were breaking and cracking. Even Cao Yang himself had to admit the horror of the ghost that was suppressing people. Just like when he first faced Fang Shiming's corpse, this ghost was always dead silent and terrifying, and would instantly lie on a person's body. If one's own level of horror was not as great as its ghost, then one would not be able to escape the fate of being suppressed or even crushed to death.

At this time, Cao Yang even had a glimmer of luck, because this ghost was in a frozen state, and even if it was separated from him, it would not affect the balance of the evil ghost. Otherwise, Cao Yang would have died at that moment because of the imbalance of the supernatural power.

However, it was really uncomfortable to be attacked by the ghost he controlled. At least Cao Yang could not be as calm as the ghost peddler. The existence of the oppressive ghost forced him to bend down and be forced to bear this weight.

However, before Cao Yang could make his next move, the ghost peddler made his move. The deal was not concluded, but Cao Yang took the initiative to attack. This behavior undoubtedly angered it.

It took a step forward slowly, and the pole on its shoulder tilted back a little. Then, Cao Yang found that he could no longer sense the existence of Gui Feng. There was no doubt that Gui Feng was also forced into a trade by the peddler.

"This damn thing is terrifying."

Cao Yang growled unwillingly, while also quickly thinking of ways to deal with the situation.

"Even if it's a forced sale, I should get something. I don't believe that the peddler can do a conceptual transaction. This is simply robbery."

Cao Yang took out a seven-yuan ghost money. The colorful seven-yuan bill disappeared the moment it touched the ghost that was pressing down on him. The ghost that was pressing down on him also detached from Cao Yang's shoulders and was no longer pressing him. Cao Yang finally straightened up and faced the ghost peddler who was still approaching.

How long had it taken from the time he decided to take action to the time he was forced to exchange two ghosts? Probably less than two minutes.

"The gap is too big."

Cao Yang no longer had the thought of fighting back, and instantly appeared at the place where the ghost blood had just been left, which was less than five meters away from the ancient house. The next second, he rose from the pool of ghost blood and rushed towards the ancient house without hesitation, but these five meters seemed very far away in Cao Yang's eyes at this moment.

On the contrary, the ghost peddler did not move, but was getting closer and closer to him, as if the peddler was pulling the world closer to him.

“This is really a big deal.”

A ball of ghost blood instantly condensed in Cao Yang's hand, and he threw it out with force.

"Success!"

The blood ball hit the gap of the half-open door of the ancient house accurately. Cao Yang finally managed to escape the peddler's pursuit and rushed into the ancient house in one step.

The ghost peddler followed closely behind and entered the terrifying old house.

"boom!"

The half-open door slammed shut in an instant. Cao Yang, who entered the ancient house first, was startled, but his attention was soon attracted by a screen wall.

The screen wall was very large, blocking Cao Yang's sight. The screen wall was a strange gray-black color, exuding an lingering chill. The screen wall was full of pits and many strange and twisted figures were carved on it. Obviously, they were all terrifying ghosts, but they were all carved on the screen wall and could not invade reality.

Cao Yang did not stay here at all. After walking around the screen wall, he saw a patio. The patio was in the shape of a hole. But when he looked up, he saw that the sky was dark and gloomy, which did not add much light to the ancient house. Instead, it seemed particularly depressing.

Going around the patio, there is a corridor on each side. It is deep and dark. I don’t know where it leads to. I can’t see the end at a glance. It seems like a road of no return.

This is the lobby. In the center of the lobby stand two black armchairs. A tall but skinny barefoot old man is leaning on one of the armchairs with his eyes closed, as if he is taking a nap.

"Zhang Dong!"

Cao Yang stopped. The skinny and seemingly inconspicuous old man in front of him was actually the most unique ceiling in the entire world of mysterious revival. Even in the era when he was active, Zhang Dong was definitely the nightmare of most people in the supernatural circle at that time.

He didn't dare to go any further.

Zhang Dong leaned against the back of the chair, motionless. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his body caused by his breathing, Cao Yang would really think that Zhang Dong was already a corpse.

"Xiao Qin told me that in this life, a young boy will come to visit me, an old man, and he also said that if I have the energy to spare, I can consider doing you a small favor."

"Young man, is that you?"

An old, deep voice echoed in Cao Yang's ears, like an old tree that had experienced the vicissitudes of time.

However, Cao Yang's voice was not that of a ghost peddler. The source of the voice was undoubtedly the lifeless old man sitting on the armchair, who looked like a corpse.

Cao Yang's gaze fell on Zhang Dong, but the other party did not even lift his eyelids and still maintained a nap posture.

(End of this chapter)