Chapter 98: The urban legend of the island country, the ghost that controls clothes

Chapter 98: The urban legend of the island country, the ghost that controls clothes

Chapter 98: The urban legend of the island country, the ghost that controls clothes
After successfully completing the shroud, Zhang Hao did not stay in the country but continued to look for the puzzle of the bride.

Instead, he chose to go abroad to find his own puzzle.

The main thing is that neither the ghost blood nor the red bed is something the current bride can handle.

As for the ghost makeup, there is no rush for that thing.

Zhang Hao was not very anxious about Wei Jing's words.

There are many evil ghosts locked in the ghost cave drawn by the ghost. As long as the ghost catcher is complete, these things can be fed to him at any time.

The main reason Zhang Hao left the country this time was to avoid the limelight.

After Liu Qingqing leaves the ancient house, Zhang Youhong's consciousness will awaken again and begin to merge with Liu Qingqing to become Sister Hong.

Judging from Zhang Youhong's attitude towards herself in the ancient house, once Sister Hong appears, she will definitely find a way to deal with herself.

The reason why Zhang Hao had not grown up before.

Let's go to Dajing City and the ancient house first to face these old monsters from the Republic of China period, mainly because there is no time for them to develop.

Both the ghost painting and the red room had only that one chance to master them.

Now that he had the Red Room and the ghost painting, there was naturally no need for him to stay in this extremely dangerous country.

In this country, an old monster from the Republic of China period keeps popping up, and children cannot even develop in peace.

If Sister Hong shows up and tells her story to Zhang Baihua, the last of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, and he decides to abort her, there would be no way for her to escape.

This Zhang Baihua can still live for at least several more years. His lifespan is long enough for him to use his supernatural powers without scruples when dealing with himself.

Facing one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China who is not worried about his own losses, Zhang Hao does not have that confidence.

"Well, our first target is to go to the island country and see if the wardrobe is from the red room."

Zhang Hao took the ghost bride out of Caesar Hotel and headed towards the beach.

This time, he had no intention of hiding his whereabouts.

The huge ghost in the ghost painting floated in the air, and the gray paper ashes kept falling and going away into the distance.

Occasionally, one or two passers-by who are stained with paper ashes will be targeted by the ghost bride, and a new portrait will be created to kill them.

"It's easier to invite a god than to send him away. Are we finally leaving this country?"

The city is gray and without a trace of color.

Wang Chaling stood on the top floor of the tallest building in the city, and heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the gray ghost den with paper ashes constantly falling across Dadong City and heading into the distance.

"That direction. Probably that country."

"Never mind."

Wang Chaling took out his cell phone, compared it with the direction the ghost painting left, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What? The Red and White Devils left the country?"

At the headquarters, Cao Yanhua received a call from the Red and White Devils who were passing through the city along the way, and an excited look appeared on his face.

"Yes, I saw the ghost of that thing crossing the sea and heading towards the island country."

Wang Chaling spoke on the phone, and the remarks of a captain undoubtedly further confirmed the credibility of the news.

"Good, very good, this supernatural incident has finally gone away."

Cao Yanhua breathed a sigh of relief.

Some time ago, the news that the Red and White Devils had appeared in Dachang City scared Cao Yanhua. He was afraid that Dachang City would become the second lifeless ghost town after Dadong City.

"Hello! This is Mishima."

In a luxurious villa on the island country, Mishima was lying lazily on the sofa.

Some time ago, the Knocking Ghost was wreaking havoc in the island country. None of the new generation of ghost riders in the entire country could deal with it, and the old generation of ghost riders only had one chance to take action.

In this situation that could not be resolved unless he used his trump card, he asked Yang Jian to come for help and successfully solved the knocking ghost incident. Now he is in high spirits.

"What? Say it again? Are you sure you didn't receive the wrong message?"

Mishima jumped up from the sofa, his face full of astonishment and disbelief.

"Yes, President Mishima, I am not wrong." A serious affirmation came from the other end of the phone.

"According to reports from our informants abroad, the supernatural event that China has defined as an S-level event is now heading towards our country."

"Based on the speed at which the ghosts are moving, they will probably reach our country in an hour."

Hearing this, Mishima hurriedly stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

"One hour. The Red and White Devils will arrive in one hour."

Mishima kept thinking about the current situation of the island nation.

Because Liu Dong, who was controlling the dead head, had been killed by Zhang Hao, Yang Jian did not bring the head to the island country.

Therefore, there are no strange incidents of human head balloons completing human heads in the island country now, and there are still many top ghost riders in the country who are called "Yu" by them.

However, no matter how Mishima thought about it, he didn't think these "jades" could defeat the red and white evil spirits.

Now the news about the Red and White Devils is almost public knowledge worldwide, except for a few special pieces of information.

For example, the Red and White Devils are composed of evil spirits, and what kind of supernatural powers exist are basically known to the world.

"Ghost painting, ghost messenger, red and white evil spirits, ah."

"Even Mr. Yang Jian and several of China's top ghost riders can't fight against us. What should we do?"

Mishima paced back and forth and quickly made a decision.

"Your Majesty, the Red and White Devils are about to enter the island nation. Facing such a supernatural event beyond the S-level, I am afraid we are powerless to resist. I would like to ask you to do something right now."

"Immediately arrange ships and planes to evacuate our country's young people aged 15 to 25, as well as some special priority people."

Mishima took out his phone and spoke to the emperor of the island nation.

"The Red and White Devils? Are you talking about that supernatural incident?"

When the emperor heard this, a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, it is expected to reach the island country in an hour at most." Mishima said in a deep voice.

"Is that so? I understand. I will immediately arrange personnel to evacuate the teenagers first."

The emperor of the island nation did not ask why the teenagers were evacuated first and why the elderly, children, women and children were not evacuated.

In this era, the elderly and young children are just burdens. If they leave their homeland, they will not even have the qualifications to survive outside.

Only young people with greater physical strength and adaptability have hope.

Soon, under the arrangement of the Spiritual Society and the Emperor, the island nation began to take action.

Whether it is ships, airplanes, or submarines, they all become means of transportation at this moment.

When the island nation was transporting people out in full swing, on a lighthouse in the sea.

A man about 1.5 meters tall was holding a telescope and looking into the distance.

"Report, signs of the red and white evil spirits have been observed ahead."

"It is predicted that there will be ten minutes before landing on land."

The first time the man saw the gray and evil den, he immediately lowered his head, closed all the doors and windows in the lighthouse, and lay on the ground with his head down, not moving.

At this time, a city on the coast of the island country.

The streets here are deserted and empty, and compared to the former bustling and bustling city, it is like two different cities.

I don't know when, a very scary urban legend began to spread here.

It is said that whenever darkness falls, an old man who has been dead for a long time will come to your door and knock on your door, and anyone who hears the knock will die mysteriously.

At the beginning, many people just thought it was a ridiculous rumor without any credibility.

But as time went by, more and more people died mysteriously.

At the same time, some people saw the scary old man standing at other people's doorsteps and knocking on the doors, and some were even brave enough to take photos of him.

But despite this, the majority of people still do not believe it.

Until one morning, when dead heads began to float in the sky, the city fell into panic.

Some people were lucky enough to escape from here and survive.

But there are some unlucky ones. Although they still live in Kobe City, they have disappeared.

Because they were drawn into a strange world, a world without a single ray of light, and what awaited them was a knock on the door that could appear at any time. Disappearance and escape made this prosperous city completely dead.

Fortunately, the country's leaders finally successfully solved the problem, and the country returned to peace.

The name of President Mishima also became known at that time.

However, just recently, a new urban legend has emerged in this country.

This is an urban legend called "Eight Things Not to Do".

The first thing is that you cannot kneel down. Once you kneel down, you will be targeted by some incomprehensible terrifying existence. No matter where you are or who you are facing, you will die even if you kneel down to a statue.

The second thing is that you can’t cry, whether it’s day or night. You can’t even look sad on your face. You can’t be sad, you can’t shed tears, and you can’t make any crying sounds.

The third thing is that you cannot hold funerals, wear white clothes, or bury the dead. Otherwise, when the funeral reaches a certain point, everyone participating in the funeral will die.

The fourth thing is that you cannot hang portraits of the deceased in the house, otherwise there is a high possibility that some incomprehensible horror events will occur in the house, and strange footsteps will appear for no reason.

The fifth thing is that you cannot get married and you cannot wear red clothes. I don’t know from which day, but no one is prohibited from getting married. Some people walked outside wearing red clothes, but in the end they never heard from each other again.

The sixth thing is that you cannot look directly into the eyes of people in portraits or photos. It is said that someone once tried to look at the person in the portrait, and eventually the person in the painting walked out strangely.

The seventh thing is that you cannot look up at the sky. Everyone must keep their heads down when walking outside, otherwise they will be stared at by some incomprehensible beings.

The eighth thing is that no one should imagine or recall people they do not remember or have a vague memory of.

After learning from the lesson in Kobe last time, people were very obedient this time, but there were always some people who were unwilling to obey.

The final result is either that people forget the existence of that person, or that person eventually dies.

At this time, in Kobe city, two people, one red and one white, appeared here, completely violating the rules of the island country's urban legends.

Standing in front of a two-story wooden house, Zhang Hao raised his painted arms and pressed the doorbell next to the gate.

In the abnormally quiet city of Kobe, the not-so-loud doorbell sounded a little hollow, echoing quietly in the streets and spreading far away.

The ringing continued without stopping.

It seemed that it was an empty house with no one living in it, or maybe someone had lived there before but the person was dead now.

"No movement? Isn't that his pattern of killing people?"

Zhang Hao raised his head and tried to summon the ghost, but he couldn't summon the thing inside out.

"Forget it, let's go in and take a look."

Zhang Hao looked at the bride beside him. Since the two of them were abroad, it should be difficult for them to encounter any supernatural events worth being wary of.

For a country like this island country, whose area is only as big as a city in China, there are probably only a few supernatural events in the entire country that can pose a threat to Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao walked into the room. The house shrouded in darkness seemed particularly peaceful.

After Zhang Hao walked in, nothing unusual happened and no sound was heard. It was like an ordinary room.

After walking through the corridor, I came to the first sliding door in the room, which should be the living room of the house.

There were dried bloodstains on the sliding door, which looked like a handprint, and must have been left by someone.

Moreover, the direction of the handprint is outward, which means that at some point in time, a person with blood on his hands opened the sliding door and tried to escape from inside.

But the one who escaped must have failed.

Because Zhang Hao didn't see any corpses as he walked along, he just smelled a stench of corpse. The stench was sealed in the house and was particularly strong.

He came to the living room and took a rough look around. He didn't find anything strange, nor did he see the source of the stench, nor did he find the body of the deceased.

"Is it on the second floor?"

After exploring the entire first floor, Zhang Hao looked up. The house was a two-story building.

Reaching the stairwell, Zhang Hao quickly went upstairs, opened the sliding door on the second floor and walked in.

This should be the master bedroom of this family. It is quite spacious and the room is relatively tidy without any signs of mess or damage, as if the owner had deliberately cleaned it up before leaving.

But the stench of corpses lingering in this room was stronger than anywhere else.

It was as if this was the source, and all the smells in the house were wafting from here.

Zhang Hao looked around the room, and soon his eyes set on the wardrobe in the room.

It was an old, dark wardrobe.

“Isn’t it red?”

Zhang Hao was somewhat disappointed when he saw this scene.

He came to the island country just for this wardrobe. When he came, he had already thought about it. This is a red wardrobe and it has some strange ghosts.

I didn’t expect it wasn’t something in the red room.

But since he's here, Zhang Hao can't go back empty-handed.

The red color of the ghost bride cannot be used. At worst, you can keep it for later and put it in the mourning hall. It can also be used to store mourning clothes.

He immediately walked to the wardrobe and opened the door with his cold hands.

"thump!"

In an instant, the body of an adult male fell out of the closet. The man was rotten and smelly. He had been there for many days and his appearance was unrecognizable.

But the strange thing is that the male corpse was not wearing any clothes and was stripped clean.

There wasn't just one body.

The entire closet was filled with many corpses, which could be roughly identified by their limbs and exposed heads.

There were six or seven bodies at the beginning, both male and female, and their degrees of decay were different.

The latest corpse seemed to have died yesterday, and its skin color still had a healthy complexion.

"Is this male corpse a ghost? It looks so weak?"

Zhang Hao looked at the corpse that fell first. At first, he thought it was a ghost slave. Unexpectedly, it was the source of the ghost in the wardrobe.

"Forget it, it's totally not worth recycling."

Zhang Hao took a glance at the wardrobe, threw it into the world of ghost paintings, left it to fend for itself, and then left.

This thing isn't scary enough, and it has nothing to do with weddings or funerals, so there's no need to control it.

Speaking of which, since entering the island country, Zhang Hao has no idea how many ghosts he has killed in order to find this wardrobe.

But basically, the ghosts were of no use to him, and in the end they were all thrown into the ghost cave in the ghost painting.

These ghosts are too weak and not scary enough. Even with all their weird abilities, they cannot have any impact on sufficiently scary beings.

So Zhang Hao asked the Ghost Bride to isolate an area for these ghosts, and throw any evil ghosts that were of no use to them into that area.

Anyway, these evil spirits have all kinds of strange abilities, and perhaps they can only truly show their horror and weirdness after obtaining the puzzle pieces.

In this case, Zhang Hao threw all the ghosts together like raising a Gu.

When these ghosts find suitable puzzles and grow to a certain size, Zhang Hao will use separate ghost paintings to isolate them in a certain area.

"Ok?"

However, at this moment, Zhang Hao suddenly turned his head and looked in another direction in the room.

There, there is a closet.

After Zhang Hao threw the wardrobe into the ghost painting, the closet actually opened on its own.

A pair of legs stretched out from the closet, and he didn't know if they were human legs. He only saw the shape of two human legs.

It was covered with all kinds of dirty and smelly old clothes, as if they were taken off a dead body. Because most of the clothes were stained with blood, it looked more like a rag doll.

The upper body of this ghost was a rotten corpse, cold and emitting a foul odor.

But he was also wearing several different kinds of clothes, including a shirt and a coat, wrapping himself tightly.

The next moment, Zhang Hao felt something unusual. He found that there was an unusual coldness around him. It did not invade his body, but enveloped his mourning clothes.

At this moment, although it was originally a ghost, the mourning clothes had no ability to move.

It seemed to have been cursed by something, becoming extremely strange, as if it had come alive.

"A ghost that can control clothes?"

Zhang Hao's eyes lit up and he looked at the evil ghost that came out of the closet.

(End of this chapter)