Chapter 269 The End of the Ancient City
"gone."

Zhang Xianguang no longer tried to deal with the half-dead body, but threw it into the cold lake water whose water level was still rising.

Then he gently shook the old-fashioned oil lamp in his hand. The oil lamp briefly burned with the old corpse as lamp oil for a short period of time, but the brightness of the light suddenly increased by several levels. Although it was still a dim color, it was obviously different from before.

The lights flickered, and Zhang Xianguang's figure disappeared.

Unlike other corpses that remained standing while soaked in the lake, this half of the old corpse seemed to be very heavy and sank straight into the depths, maintaining a strange upside-down posture and soon completely sank to the bottom of the water.

The cold lake water beside the half-dead old corpse seemed to be boiling, with strings of strange bubbles constantly emerging and making "hissing" sounds from time to time.

"Zhang Xianguang is gone, and it's time for me to leave too. But the harvest this time is not very rich, so let's see if I can get some more wool in the last minute."

Cao Yang muttered to himself, and then began to make full use of the situation.

Fortunately, this haunted place is weird enough that some houses have not been completely abandoned and dilapidated, and some old shops still have their own unique means of balance. For a while, they were not completely washed away by the water of the Ghost Lake. Many figures were panicking and packing up things in the shops, preparing to run away.

Seeing this, Cao Yang joined in directly, not caring what these shops were doing, and stuffed all the supernatural items into the human skin pockets. But it was only a matter of time before the Ghost Lake completely submerged the ancient city. Cao Yang was not greedy, and stopped after being a "volunteer" for three or four shops. He didn't have much time left.

"I almost forgot the last shackle that bound me - the female ghost at the source of Ghost Lake."

Having come to this thought, Cao Yang, who was about to escape through memory invasion, stopped again. It was true that he controlled the ghost peddler, but the mechanism of the transaction could not be violated.

"In all future transactions, you will pay me all of your spiritual power as payment."

These were the exact words Cao Yang said when he had his first transaction with the ghost peddler a long time ago. Now these words have become a boomerang, hitting Cao Yang right at this moment.

"The memory of the ghost peddler is the last bondage that binds me. There are too many suspicious points about it, such as the suspected consciousness and intelligence, the face under the black cloth, the attack in the memory world that turned the memory ghost into my appearance, and the confrontation between Zhang Dong and the ghost peddler before my consciousness returned."

Cao Yang took out the black-sailed boat that he had bought from the paper-making shop. The boat was completely black and had no bottom, just like a defective product produced on a factory assembly line.

"The owner of the paper-making shop said that this paper boat was made in imitation of the ferryman's black-sailed boat, and that the ferryman had been traveling across Ghost Lake for decades. However, the original book did not mention the existence of any ferryman in Ghost Lake."

The water level rose, and many pale and cold corpses were soaked in the lake. Those were real evil spirits, but their bodies were wrapped with dense black hair, which bound these ghosts tightly like hemp ropes and chains.

"Ghost hair?"

The water of Ghost Lake was of an evil pitch-black color, but it could not block Cao Yang's sight. He could clearly see the scene underwater. The long black hair could most appropriately be described as ghost hair.

“Perhaps the ghost hair controlled by Huang Ziya has a lot to do with the hair in the Ghost Lake.”

The water level was still rising rapidly, and the only part of the entire ancient city that had not been submerged was the dome of the Ghost Market.

Cao Yang placed the paper boat in his hand on the water. The boat suddenly began to expand and then grow larger. The lake water did not seep out from the hollow bottom, but was isolated.

However, the reality was not smooth. Cao Yang, who was about to get on the boat, suddenly felt an inexplicable danger approaching. This feeling was not wrong. There was definitely a very scary ghost staring at him.

Under the turbulent water, a pale corpse broke free and tore off the thick black hair wrapped around its body. Although it did not open its eyes, the expression on its face revealed an inexplicable ferocity and cruelty. Cao Yang's unintentional action had triggered the ghost's law. In addition, the ancient city was completely submerged, and a large number of evil spirits were sunk to the bottom of the lake. The ghost lake was now overloaded and on the verge of losing control. The result was that the more terrifying evil spirits were likely to break free from this suppression and return to reality.

Having come to this point, Cao Yang rarely studies and explores the laws of ghosts, and he no longer needs to be as cautious and careful as he did in the beginning when dealing with evil spirits.

Looking back unconsciously, Cao Yang found that he had grown into one of those tall people. What's more, he represented the headquarters and the country. Some responsibilities had to be taken by someone.

The ghost closed its eyes tightly, but was floating up little by little, and was about to capsize Cao Yang's boat.

"Gurgling——"

The smelly and sticky ghost blood seeped out from the soles of Cao Yang's feet, and almost instantly dyed the lake water around the black-sailed boat into a scarlet color.

Not only that, the ghost blood looked particularly deep and rich. It was not just a layer covering the water surface, but was connected to an unknown spiritual place.

But ghosts have no thoughts. They can only mechanically, fixedly and rigidly follow rules and procedures. Ghosts cannot avoid their own instincts and the laws of killing, so this ghost still floats upwards at a fixed speed.

However, the sticky ghost blood continued to seep and spread downwards, soon dyeing a large area of ​​water red. The evil ghost with his eyes closed was instantly submerged in it. The ghost blood was like a cage, trapping it inside.

Subsequently.

Cao Yang boarded the black-sailed boat. Although it had no bottom, he did not dive into the lake. Instead, he stood on the water in a strange way.

The pitch-black bottomless boat glided slowly and unsteadily on the surface of the Ghost Blood and Ghost Lake.

About three minutes later, the ancient city of Ping'an, which carried the history of the Reform Society, the largest civil force in the Republic of China, was now completely submerged in the cold and evil Ghost Lake.

Ghost market, bluestone houses, old corpses in domes...

Everything has become a thing of the past, whether it is ghosts, supernatural objects, or some shops that have been passed down for many years. Under the lake, humans and ghosts are equal.

This is a restricted area for living people and the burial place of evil spirits.

"How can there be anyone under the blood lake?"

Standing in the black-sailed boat, Cao Yang whispered the words that were suspected to be provided to him by Mr. Qin.

He didn't care about the whereabouts of Liu San, Xiantian Wutai or Zhang Xianguang. They were not ordinary ghost riders and naturally had their own ways to escape danger.

About 20% of the Ghost Lake was completely dyed scarlet, and the part below was still pitch black. The darkness became increasingly dense until it completely blocked Cao Yang's sight.

"Young man, was it you who caused this ghost lake to get out of control? I have been guarding this lake for decades, how come something bad happened when you guys showed up?"

An old and hoarse voice suddenly came into Cao Yang's ears, and then Cao Yang saw a skinny, hunched figure, paddling an old and dilapidated black-sailed boat, approaching him.

(End of this chapter)