Chapter 271

Cao Yang sneered and said that he had not used the bronze spear covered with red spots and green rust for a long time. He might consider giving it to Lin Ye or Zhao Tong after returning from this business trip.

But now, the bronze spear can still play one last role in Cao Yang's hands.

"Whoosh-!"

The next second, the bronze spear cut through the air and instantly pierced into the ferryman's head. Cao Yang certainly didn't expect this thing to kill with one strike, his real killer move was still to come.

Decisive and ruthless, these are the characteristics of every captain and even most of the ghost riders. The fight between ghost riders is often to the death, and indecision will only put oneself in a disadvantageous position.

The ferryman did not avoid the penetration of the bronze spear, but to be honest, this thing has no harm to real ghosts, even if Cao Yang triggers the medium to use it.

There are also differences among supernatural objects. The bronze spear can indeed dismember evil spirits, but that only applies to incomplete ghosts. The half corpse ridden by the ferryman is exactly the type that the bronze spear cannot dismember, because the half corpse is very complete and is a real half of a ghost body.

Only weapons of the same level as hatchets, broadswords or bronze swords can dismember it. Ordinary supernatural objects cannot dismember the ghost body.

The ferryman was about to laugh out loud, but the next moment a rotten wood as wide as a palm hit him in the face.

The power of the rotten wood was not great, but it made him feel unstable and he kept stumbling. The spirit of death also frequently erupted in him.

It was a shoulder pole, which was once used by the ghost peddler to carry cargo boxes. However, after the fight with Zhang Dong, the ghost peddler disappeared, and the surviving Cao Yang inherited everything from the ghost peddler.

Since he mastered the supernatural power of forced transactions, Cao Yang could obtain a lot of information without paying any price. For example, now, Cao Yang paid a drop of derivative ghost blood to completely understand the function and use of the shoulder pole.

It is no exaggeration to say that this rotten wooden shoulder pole is the nemesis of the ghost rider: the shoulder pole itself represents leverage and balance, and the ghost peddler uses the shoulder pole to carry the cargo boxes, stabilizing his own supernatural balance at all times.

The carrying pole represents balance itself. If the carrying pole is unbalanced, the person hit by the pole will also face the risk of being unbalanced.

A ghost rider who controls a ghost will have the evil ghost resurrected on the spot. A ghost rider who has balanced two or three ghosts will have the balance in his body instantly broken once he is hit by a carrying pole. If he cannot regain his balance in time, he will also surely die.

Of course, this is only the role of the carrying pole in terms of balance. The lever means another dimension of balance. The weight of one end of the carrying pole must be forcibly shared by the other end, so that balance can be achieved. If the person on the other end cannot share the weight, he will also die.

The ferryman is a special kind. With a wooden eyeball, which is also a ghost, as his bottom line, he maintains his last bit of consciousness as a living person, and can also make full use of the supernatural power of half of his corpse.

It has to be admitted that the older generation of ghost riders are very skilled in ghost riding. They are very reluctant to even hate dealing with ghosts, and are even more afraid of becoming real ghosts. Among the Seven Elders of the Republic of China and even the surviving ghost riders of the Republic of China, there are not many outliers.

"Boy, what have you done!"

The ferryman screamed with a ferocious expression on his face. The sound was so sharp and piercing, it was like a real ghost.

This was not the first time that he was forced out of the state of a complete corpse, but no matter which time before, the half corpse would never invade and erode his wooden eyeball, because a human skin lantern was embedded in the eyeball by special means, and that lantern could isolate many curses and spirits.

But now, because he was hit by the carrying pole, the resurgence of half of the corpse was intensified. A point in the dark brown wooden eyeball was eroded into a dark color as ink, and he could clearly feel that the flame in the human skin lantern instantly expanded and swayed a little, as if it had been greatly stimulated.

"It's not that there are no crazy people in the paranormal community, but they are either really talented or died young."

Cao Yang's voice rang in his ears, and the evil ghost on his back somehow became heavier. The ferryman's waist, which had just straightened up, began to bend again little by little.

"Don't force me--" The ferryman's voice was drawn out. Although it was a threat, Cao Yang could clearly hear that he lacked confidence.

"So what if I force you? I'm handling the matter, and you're laughing at me. You were the first to take action. Do you really want me to kowtow to you?"

Cao Yang stretched out a bloody palm and patted his face. The fishy and sticky ghost blood almost made him vomit.

No, that ghost blood came out of his body.

No, the ghost blood directly invaded his body and replaced his blood!
"No, none of it is right. This is not just blood, there's also——!"

However, before the ferryman could finish his words, a mouthful of diluted blood came out of his mouth, along with a pale arm.

"Whoa-!"

This was not the end yet, a dead head got stuck in his throat, causing the evil ghost's face to turn red and purple in an instant.

"You think this is the end?"

At this moment, the second-generation ferryman was afraid and terrified. A person who inherited the influence of his predecessors had never experienced any life and death problems. His actual combat experience could not be compared with that of a captain like Cao Yang who fought through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is the courage to risk one's life, which the ferryman does not have. The half corpse that takes over the entire body is indeed terrifying, and even the complete ghost cannot suppress it.

But the ferryman was not familiar with the various supernatural things happening in the half-corpse. When he was traveling across the Ghost Lake, in fact, he had not dealt with any supernatural events in recent years, otherwise the Ghost Lake incident would not have broken out so quickly.

"As an heir, you have no right to yell at me."

A green light flashed, and the ancient bronze sword instantly pierced into the ferryman's eyes. The horrific attack made the lantern in his eye swing wildly, and the candle inside seemed about to go out at any time.

The ferryman panicked. His wooden eyeballs were his last means of maintaining his consciousness. If Cao Yang continued to do this, he would really die completely, no matter at what level.

However, Cao Yang showed no mercy. The tip of the bronze sword pierced into the ferryman's eye socket and stirred and fiddled with it wildly. For a moment, blood and flesh flew everywhere, but the ferryman had no way to resist and just kept spitting out turbid blood.

"I believe you. You can handle the Ghost Lake. You can control the water ghosts and the blood ghosts. You can definitely do it."

"Let me go, I'm still valuable... I can go deal with supernatural incidents, and I can give you my fishing rod and my boat."

At this moment, the ferryman has completely lost the arrogance and airs he had when he first appeared, because Cao Yang really knows how to kill people and is really capable of handling the Ghost Lake incident.

"Oh? Your boat, your fishing rod? Not necessarily. Today you can give me the things that your senior left you in order to survive, but tomorrow you can sell me to someone else in order to survive."

"So, please just go and die. The modern supernatural world cannot tolerate an old man who is afraid of death."

Cao Yang rarely showed a kind smile on his face, but everyone who knew him knew that hidden beneath that smile was the ultimate murderous intent - memory invasion.

(End of this chapter)