Chapter 304 Baiyu Village

Cao Yang, with his back to Lin Ye, smiled slyly, and sure enough, Lin Ye took the bait.

"A ghost who pulls curtains or a ghost who drives corpses, it seems like a profession that often deals with the dead. I've noticed your ghost den. The dirty, old, pale curtains stacked up together look like a mourning hall."

"So I guess you might be interested in the words wailer."

"Captain, do you know the information about the mourner?"

Lin Ye was really upset now. After becoming a ghost rider, he had participated in many supernatural events. He also roughly understood that the revival of the supernatural was not a modern phenomenon, and its history could be traced back to the Republic of China period.

"The mourner, the ghost pulls the curtain is a ghost he once controlled. I don't know why, but this ghost was taken out separately, and I was lucky enough to control it."

"However, it just so happens that the ghoul is also a piece of the mourner's puzzle. Subconsciously, I don't think this is a coincidence."

"So you think that this may be related to some old events, or even some arrangements made by ghost masters in the Republic of China?"

Cao Yang also stopped smiling at this time, and his expression became solemn and serious.

Normally speaking, a wildly-bred ghost rider would have almost no choice when it comes to riding a second ghost. It is very suspicious that Lin Ye, who rides two ghosts and both are other people's puzzle pieces, did so.

"Take some time to investigate the intelligence of the mourners in the near future. Use my name to retrieve the files from the headquarters. I will also help you keep an eye out for some."

"In short, if there is anything unusual or you notice something wrong, please contact me or the headquarters directly. Captain Wei Jing still owes me a favor. With his current abilities, he should be able to help you solve most of the problems even if I'm not here."

Although there is not enough to fully prove the doubts about Lin Ye now, even if Cao Yang often deals with old people from the Republic of China, it is impossible for him to know how many tricks the other party has laid, and it is not impossible for the resurrection of the dead to happen.

"Okay, I'll take it seriously, thank you Captain."

It can be seen that Lin Ye also felt a little uneasy about what happened to him. After all, when it comes to the supernatural, no one can guarantee absolute safety.

"Dahang City has been relatively peaceful recently, and with your current level, it shouldn't be difficult for you to handle ordinary incidents."

As he spoke, a gust of cold wind instantly covered the entire city. This was Cao Yang using the ghost screen to screen out some supernatural and dangerous things that might be hidden in Dahang City.

Sure enough, Cao Yang discovered many traces of supernatural existence, one of which even occurred at a bus stop.

"The ghost bus also has a stop in Dahang City?"

Cao Yang's first reaction was the ghost bus, because in his memory, no ghost should happen to appear at a bus stop, and the location where the remaining supernatural traces happened to be where the most passers-by were concentrated, which was very interesting.

"Pay attention to the Donghai Bus Station on Linhang Road. I suspect that may be one of the stops where the ghost bus stops in reality."

After giving instructions, Cao Yang's figure disappeared instantly. This time, he went directly to a village at the easternmost part of Dahang City, close to the neighboring city.

This village is very large, larger than most natural villages, and it can even be said to be a small town in itself.

"Baiyu Village, according to the information, this is an ancient funeral village that has been passed down for hundreds of years. More than half of the funeral supplies in Zhejiang Province and even the whole country are produced in this village."

"The funeral hall is a den of ghosts, the ghosts driving corpses, the century-old funeral village, and the mourners mentioned by Sister Hong. Now I am officially beginning to doubt them."

"All clues point to funerals and deaths. The mourners active in the Republic of China may still have a chance to live again." Cao Yang collected his thoughts and stepped into the village with an expressionless face.

It was cold and dead silent. The sun was clearly shining overhead and it was still noon, but there was an lingering chill in the village. Even the light was obviously abnormal and quite dim, giving people the illusion of being in a sewer.

"It seems like I've come to the right place. I've gained a lot from this trip."

Cao Yang silently looked at the nearby villagers. Some stall and shop owners were enthusiastically introducing their products to customers. The scene seemed particularly strange, and even made one feel inexplicably creepy.

Because...what is sold in that shop are basically funeral clothes for the dead, and the people who come to buy funeral clothes can only be those who have had a funeral in their family. It is obviously inappropriate for the boss to do this kind of business with a smile on his face.

And those customers were equally strange, with a gloomy look between their brows and no expression on their faces, neither happy nor sad.

Looking closely, no matter whether it is the boss or the customers, their facial features and even expressions are very stiff and uncoordinated, as mechanical as puppets, completely lacking the agility and spirit of living people.

"Interesting, I was dragged into the den of ghosts before I even knew it. There are so many things hidden in Dahang City."

Cao Yang did not rashly open his ghost cave, he really wanted to see what was hidden behind this funeral village. The fifth level of the ghost realm can break the boundary between the spiritual land and reality. Perhaps Cao Yang had already escaped from it the moment the ghost wind blew.

"Baiyu Village? I don't think so."

The surroundings suddenly became brighter, but the color of the light was unnatural, a pale white.

Tracing back to its source, it was discovered that two white lanterns were hung in front of the doors of every household in the village, with a big word "甸" written on the lanterns in black ink.

"The white lanterns that are only hung at funerals, do the villagers of Baiyu Village have no taboos about that?"

Cao Yang stood there without moving, quietly observing everything that happened.

People were coming and going on the country road, but their movements were all uniform and somewhat stiff, and their walking postures were all the same mechanically, like a group of walking corpses.

Outside the village, darkness was approaching. The thick darkness was approaching this ghost village like ink.

However, the invasion of darkness came to an abrupt halt at the entrance of the village. The lanterns hanging in front of the houses emitted a dazzling white light, which abruptly stopped the darkness from advancing further.

Gradually, the number of pedestrians on the path became sparse, as if something bad was about to happen, and everyone was rushing home to take shelter.

Soon, Cao Yang was the only one left on the path. The surrounding stalls selling elegiac couplets and white candles had quietly withdrawn at some point, and the surroundings were so quiet that it was a little scary.

Distorted figures kept emerging from the darkness at the entrance of the village. Those figures were originally blurry and unreal, but they quickly became solid as they were about to enter the village.

However, no figure could successfully invade the village. The pale candlelight was like a natural enemy. The evil spirits would let out sharp and hoarse cries the moment they were illuminated, and then disappear into the darkness behind them again.

"Let's go into the village and have a look."

At this moment, Cao Yang decided to take action.

(End of this chapter)