Chapter 364: The Unbreakable Situation
Things have developed to this point, and even if you use your toes to think, you can understand that the horror level of the crying grave ghost is impossible to be only A-level. The ghost cave that was suspected to be inside its body just now is enough to stop any ghost rider below the captain level.

"Maybe the grave-crying ghost is the mourner who has revived the evil spirit?"

Having just dealt with the storyteller and the auction house, it was hard for him not to have such doubts in the current situation.

"Didn't they say that the older generation of ghost handlers would take care of their own affairs? How come two evil spirits revived in such a small city like Luo City, and I have to collect their bodies?"

Cao Yang had the urge to curse. A storyteller was already troublesome enough and a headache, and now there was a guy who looked like a mourner. Even he felt a little overwhelmed.

"The relationship between the crying grave ghost and the crying face is a bit like the relationship between the tall male corpse in Caesars Hotel and the hatchet. When the crying face and the hatchet exist, the ghost will give priority to using these two spirits. Of course, it is not ruled out that this is related to the habits of the ghost controller in his lifetime."

"However, after the hatchet left his hand, the tall male corpse would only become more terrifying, both in terms of killing efficiency and threat level. The same seems to be true for the crying grave ghost. The crying face was taken away by Yang Jian, and if someone else triggers the pattern, it will reveal its most primitive horror and supernatural nature."

The number of earthen graves and figures around was still increasing. From a distance, it looked like an endless cemetery on another level. The figures in mourning clothes kneeling in front of the graves remained motionless, as if they were fixed there forever.

"How to break the situation?"

After leaving the first layer of the ghost den, Cao Yang's own ghost den was no longer restricted. Cold winds raged around him, and scarlet blood bubbles kept appearing on the ground. With just a thought, the bottomless blood lake would instantly submerge everything around him.

"It's no use?"

Cao Yang was quite cautious. The water level of the Blood Lake rose very slowly, but the earthen graves and the figures kneeling on the ground also rose accordingly and were not submerged or affected by the lake water.

"Woo-!"

The sad cries continued to sound, and each time it seemed to pull out the deepest sadness and sorrow in Cao Yang's heart. But Cao Yang was obviously an alien, and although he had a living emotion constructed by the spirit, it was ultimately a spirit, not a real emotion.

"Memory World."

At this moment, the dim world began to change. A grayish color spread around at a very fast speed. Modern high-rise buildings rose from the ground, and the damp and gray city of memories descended in an instant.

"Wow--!"

However, at the moment when the memory world completely replaced the reality, Cao Yang himself suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The flesh and blood on his body completely shrank and necrotic in the blink of an eye and quickly began to rot. At the same time, the light in his eyes suddenly went out.

“Too weird.”

In a nearby building, Cao Yang's figure appeared again. In the memory world, every ghost slave can be his true self, and Cao Yang has essentially become part of this memory world, making it impossible to kill him.

The identity was replaced, Gui Nu endured the sudden attack and died in place of Cao Yang.

Cao Yang narrowed his eyes slightly. The city in his memory could isolate the supernatural in reality. Only supernatural beings of the same consciousness could manifest here.

Obviously, the crying grave ghost possessed this kind of supernatural power, because the seemingly endless earth graves also appeared in the memory world and became more real. Cao Yang could even smell the strong stench mixed in the soil, as if it was formed by rotting and deteriorating after being mixed with some blood.

Not only that, the figures wearing mourning clothes and kneeling in front of the grave were no longer stiff, but were shaking and trembling, as if they were about to stand up.

"Rain." Cao Yang muttered in his heart, and then the already damp city of memory suddenly began to rain heavily. The rain was cold and turbid, and it was scarlet in color, like a bloody rain.

“Tap, tap—!”

The blood rain hit the mourning clothes, quickly dyeing the dirty, old and pale clothes red, which also made the backs look even more weird and ominous.

"Trading, tracking."

Without any hesitation, Cao Yang started a deal with himself again, and at the same time tried to use the supernatural power of tracking ghosts to locate the source of the evil ghost.

Both supernatural phenomena worked, but the reality is quite cruel. Every ghost and every grave is real, and there is no distinction between source and derivative.

"Are you kidding? Almost the same nature as Jing Yaoyao?"

Cao Yang's face suddenly changed. The transaction could not be faked. That was the fact. Each of these figures that forcefully invaded the memory world was a real ghost!
"hiss--!"

Cao Yang felt in a difficult situation. He wanted to get out, but he couldn't get rid of this entanglement. Although the memory ghost and the memory world were strong enough, they were aimed at ghost riders. Evil ghosts had no consciousness and their memories could not be taken away. Cao Yang's methods in the memory world were better than nothing for ghosts.

The pouring blood rain stopped in an instant, and the city in his memory disappeared soon after. At this moment, Cao Yang seemed to have returned to the time when he was cursed by the ghost peddler, and the sense of crisis like a thorn in the back once again shrouded his heart.

Back to reality, Cao Yang was standing on this winding path with no end in sight. Both sides of the path were filled with earthen graves and ghosts in mourning clothes. Unlike the world of memory, these ghosts in reality had completely stood up, with their backs to Cao Yang, revealing an indescribable sense of horror.

"Damn it, idealism, supernatural phenomena, ghosts, and something like that. If this ghost were left outside, the level of harm it would cause would definitely be far greater than that of a memory ghost, and it would be comparable to a starving ghost."

This was the first time Cao Yang felt a sense of crisis since he became an alien. He did have many methods, but now he was stretched to the limit because these methods were not working at all.

"Only ghosts can fight ghosts. I can even withstand the attacks of storytellers, so there's no reason why I would be defeated by the crying ghost."

Cao Yang suppressed his uneasiness and emotions, and an item that had not been used for a long time appeared in his hand - it was a pair of scarlet scissors. Holding the scissors, he could enter a special field of vision, see the curse and cut the curse line, and interrupt and cut the pattern to prevent himself from being attacked by evil spirits.

"really."

Holding the ghost scissors, Cao Yang indeed discovered a curse thread as black as ink, about the thickness of two fingers, which also meant that the source of the curse was indeed an extremely terrifying ghost.

"Cut the curse and leave here for now."

Cao Yang immediately swung the scissors, ready to cut the cursed string that had been connected to him at some point.

However, at this moment, all the ghosts in mourning clothes suddenly turned around in an instant, revealing the same dark and deep facial holes as the crying ghost.

Although he had no facial features, Cao Yang could clearly feel that he was being targeted by a ghost. As long as he made any move again, the ghost's attack would be imminent.

(End of this chapter)