Chapter 301 History
"Balance, freeze, curse, and alien, these are the four paths we explored in our time."

"But no matter who you are, you can't arbitrarily say which path is right and which is wrong."

The Seven Elders, led by Zhang Dong, advocated expelling evil spirits and maintaining the dominant position of humans; while the Reform Society, led by the Lord of Ping An City, advocated the coexistence of humans and ghosts, and that all people should be different species. For this purpose, they even created an ancient city of Ping An.

"Using the supernatural power of the upside-down ghost, the entire Ping'an Ancient City was turned upside down and sunk to the bottom of the Ghost Lake, creating a small world isolated from the outside world. The Ghost Lake itself has no buoyancy, which is the weak water in mythology and legend."

"However, due to the existence of Ping'an Ancient City, there is an area in this dark ghost lake that has buoyancy. Even if some ghosts accidentally enter, it doesn't matter. The lake water will rush back to the surface of the lake to chase the evil ghosts. Once the position shifts, the ghosts will sink to the bottom of the lake again and be suppressed."

"If I remember correctly, he called the plan for Ping'an Ancient City the Peach Blossom Spring Plan."

"The wisdom of the ancients is always unimaginable. Even someone as strong as Zhang Lin would happily seek wisdom from ancient books. The Peach Blossom Spring Project sounds good, but it is inevitable that it will get out of control in the end."

"However, this ancient city of Ping'an also prospered briefly. Even some ghost riders who did not agree with the Reform Society's fanatical and extreme ideas were happy to do some business in the ancient city. Thus, the ghost market was born. Money houses, pawnshops, Chinese medicine shops, tailor shops, blind fortune tellers, businessmen setting up stalls, and even peddlers walking the streets all stopped at the ghost market."

"But man proposes, God disposes. These two camps indeed brought together 80% of the bigwigs in the psychic circle at the time, but there were always a few who were unwilling to take sides. Some of the more extreme ones even secretly fanned the flames and directly provoked the confrontation between the two sides."

"Once a gap appears, it cannot be eliminated, just like a scar, even if it heals, it will still leave a mark."

"Finally one day, the conflict inevitably broke out, but both sides knew that someone was secretly instigating it, so they simply worked together to eliminate that group of people, and then the unprecedented battle began."

"The big bosses don't leave the battlefield. The ones who have been losing people are the middle-level people, the mourners, ferrymen, storytellers, and corpse retrievers in the Seven Elders camp, and the Ten Kings of Hell and various judges in the Reform Society camp."

"That's what it means when human life is worthless."

Sister Hong's tone was somewhat sad. Speaking of Zhang Youhong, she had witnessed that fight with her own eyes. Both sides were almost fighting at full force, and the top ghost riders fought to the death in order to practice the ideals they believed in.

"But one interesting point is that although the Seven Elders reject evil spirits, many of the middle-level people below them are outliers. Although the Reform Society strives to become an outlier, there are only a handful of outliers among the Ten Kings of Hell."

“Isn’t this a kind of irony?”

Sister Hong had a bitter smile on her face.

"It's hard to imagine that Zhang Youhong died in this fight, but no one knows how she died, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation have all proven that they never attacked her."

"Zhang Youhong, one of the seven elders, died in such a strange way, and a large number of red furniture made for her by the carpenter were also snatched away."

Having said that, Cao Yang noticed that blood was oozing out of Sister Hong's body. The blood was bright red in color and also emitted a pungent smell of blood.

However, Sister Hong was fading little by little, and the gray color began to spread upwards from the pair of high heels.

"Oh, it looks like my time is up. I guess I can only answer one last question of yours. If you have anything else you want to know, you can continue to ask."

Sister Hong stood up and stretched again. The grayish-white color spread very quickly. It was estimated that in less than two or three minutes, the color would be completely deprived of Sister Hong. "I want to know, is the ghost blood the kind I control, or is the ghost blood I control incomplete at all?"

Smelly and sticky blood continued to ooze out of Cao Yang's palms. This was real ghost blood, dark and thick in color, like the blood that had already solidified in a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

"The blood you control is real ghost blood, but it's not complete. I just said that Zhang Youhong's medium is blood. Blood is not a ghost, but the spirit contained in the blood is."

"Any kind of blood, once it comes into contact with Zhang Youhong and is tainted with her spiritual power, will become ghost blood."

As Sister Hong finished her words, the blood flowing from her body actually spread and diffused towards Cao Yang, as if the two bloods were from the same source.

"This little bit of blood is for you. The me in the oil painting is not always able to regain some consciousness and communicate with the outside world. Don't worry that the oil painting will cause supernatural events. Every old man in the Republic of China has prepared many backup plans for himself to minimize the outbreak and spread of supernatural events."

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you one last thing. The most important magical power of oil painting is replication. A painting can replicate a consciousness. If used well, it may have some unexpected effects."

Finally, the grayish-white dull color completely occupied Sister Hong's body, and the pool of blood on the ground completely merged with Cao Yang's ghost blood, and the already scarlet blood lake became even thicker.

"Sister Hong is right. The blood is not the ghost. The ghost contained in the blood is the ghost."

Feeling a pool of new ghost blood merging into his body, Cao Yang truly understood what Sister Hong meant.

"The third floor of the tattoo parlor is actually a ghost painting world. This means that Ah Hong and I are actually in the ghost world of ghost paintings. If we want to get out of this ghost world, we must find the correct exit."

Cao Yang's sight stayed on the dark grey smoke in the distance. The position of the ghost smoke had not moved for a long time, which meant that Ah Hong was also facing a very difficult and even terrifying ghost at the moment, so much so that she couldn't deal with it quickly even with the help of Li Leping's supernatural powers.

"Go over and have a look."

A cold wind blew, and Cao Yang instantly appeared in the area covered by thick smoke.

"It's an old-fashioned residential building that's six or seven stories high, and the stairs are actually made of wood."

Cao Yang adjusted his viewing angle and found Ah Hong on the stairs on the third floor. Her expression was a little solemn at the moment. The degree of trouble caused by this ghost was beyond her imagination.

"There was a ghost on the stairs. I couldn't see it, so I didn't approach it rashly. There are also many ghosts in this building, but the ghost den can't invade it. This is very abnormal."

Seeing Cao Yang appear, Ah Hong did not hide anything but directly expressed her thoughts.

"You go deal with the ghost in the building, and I'll deal with this invisible ghost on the stairs."

Cao Yang said that when he saw the wooden stairs in the building, he already had some guesses in his mind.

(End of this chapter)