I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 74 Uncle

Greed, desire!

The laundry woman stared at Lin Yuan's retreating figure, her emotions almost uncontrollable. In the wooden tub, the clothes that had been lying quietly seemed to come alive, their collars standing up and facing Lin Yuan directly.

It's like inviting new partners.

"Are you looking to die?"

Lin Yuan turned around, and against the backdrop of the Great Sage's mask, the expressionless right half of his face appeared exceptionally stern and terrifying.

He had clearly felt the laundry woman spying on him.

That feeling made him feel like he had a thorn in his side!

Now that he felt threatened, he wasn't going to swallow his anger!

The laundry woman narrowed her eyes, her voice unchanged, "Brother, you've misunderstood. I came over because I saw you drowning and trying to get ashore..."

"Trying to get a bargain by turning me into a ghost costume too, huh?" Lin Yuan interrupted her directly.

The laundry woman's pupils contracted sharply, then she shook her head nonchalantly. "My good intentions have been taken for granted. Since you've misunderstood, I'll be leaving now to avoid being mistaken for a bad person."

After saying that, she turned and left, carrying the wooden basin that had returned to normal.

Lin Yuan snorted coldly and looked back at the river again.

His reflection was on the river, but next to his reflection was another figure, the mirror actor.

The ghostly thing watched him silently through the lake, its eyes filled with a longing and greed that was countless times more intense than that of the washerwoman from before.

After a brief eye contact, Lin Yuan looked away.

"It appeared too quickly. I need to find an opportunity to test it and see if there's something wrong with me or if someone is interfering with the ghost's state."

The events unfolding in the mirror world involuntarily reminded Lin Yuan of Elder Qin.

This guy has already admitted to being the "mastermind" behind the scenes, and also admitted that he can't see his past or future. It's quite possible that he could be banished from the main storyline in this way.

They even wanted to send him to the Ghost Lake, to let him languish between death and resurrection, and experience hell.

However, there were too many coincidences involved, and Lin Yuan couldn't determine whether it was truly Elder Qin who had done it...

"Just pin the blame on him, I'm not a judge, I don't need evidence!"

Lin Yuan felt around on his body. The remaining red ghost candle and ten white ghost candles were still there, but the satellite positioning phone was missing, and a regular phone was gone.

The river water could reflect light, but with the mirror-like figure staring right there, Lin Yuan really didn't dare to try again.

If you die outside, you die, but you can still wake up and revive in reality.

But if he were killed by the Mirror Actor, he always felt that something terrible would happen.

The surroundings were dark, and the view in the distance was completely obscured. However, the washerwoman did not go far; she was washing clothes in a wooden basin on the riverbank, which was only a few hundred meters away.

That was a ferry crossing, but judging from its condition, it seemed to have been abandoned and had not been used for many years.

Connecting to the ferry crossing is a boardwalk, which, although not overgrown with weeds, shows varying degrees of damage, clearly indicating that it has not been maintained for many years.

On the contrary, the place where Lin Yuan was located was a muddy field.

He walked over, glanced at the washerwoman's back, but didn't make a move. He then walked along the boardwalk in the opposite direction.

After walking for a short while, Lin Yuan could no longer see the laundry woman behind him, and only then did he relax a little and continue walking forward.

The surrounding environment was almost unchanging, and the line of sight was not far, as if you were standing still in one place.

Having endured the hellish torment of death at the bottom of the river, Lin Yuan suddenly found that his state of mind had improved considerably.

In the past, even if he guessed that he would soon find Ghost Street and have a chance to return to reality, he would still feel anxious and uneasy in this situation.

But now, he is surprisingly calm.

"The torment of death has its benefits, but unfortunately, the price is too high."

Touching his rough right cheek, Lin Yuan quickened his pace. After about fifteen minutes, the outline of a building appeared in the distance ahead.

Lin Yuan quickened his pace and soon arrived at the door.

"Coffin shop!"

Three large black characters hung on the white plaque, telling Lin Yuan what this building was.

The shop door was open, and in the very center was a coffin. It was a black coffin, with a glossy finish, not a speck of dust, and it looked brand new. Moreover, it was a complete coffin, not a damaged one.

Moreover, there were sounds of hammering and sawing wood coming from inside the coffin shop, as if someone was working inside making new coffins.

It really is a ghost town!

Lin Yuan understood, but showed no interest in investigating further, and prepared to leave.

Crunch!

Inside the coffin shop, there was a sound like a coffin lid being lifted, and at the same time, a strange voice echoed, "Young man, buy a coffin, you'll need it sooner or later, only thirty yuan..."

Lin Yuan glanced back, then took out a white ghost candle from his pocket. "How much is this worth?"

After a while, the voice rang out again, "It's worthless. If you want to exchange it for a coffin, you'll need three hundred pieces."

Three hundred?

In other words, ten white ghost candles are only worth one dollar?

Lin Yuan took out the red ghost candle again and asked about it, but received the same answer.

He wasn't surprised. After all, these were supernatural items that could be artificially created. Being able to exchange them for ghost money was already good enough; there wasn't much to ask for.

"Sorry, I don't have any money on me. Let's talk about it another time."

"It's alright, leave the bell in your hand, and I'll give you a coffin."

I want to eat fart!

Lin Yuan was too lazy to pay any more attention to this damn thing and continued walking forward.

The plank road underfoot had long since been replaced by a bluestone pavement, and not long after leaving the coffin shop, many closed shops and collapsed buildings appeared on both sides of the road.

Desolate, abandoned, eerie.

As he continued walking, the situation gradually improved. Especially when he saw a shop with its door open and two paper figures standing at the entrance to solicit customers, Lin Yuan knew that he had arrived at Ghost Street.

There's only one road on Ghost Street, so there's no need to worry about getting lost.

Not far away, the sound of casual conversation could be heard.

"This mask is nice, want to buy one?"

"What's so good about it? It looks a bit creepy. You can buy it if you want, but I don't want it."

"Don't be angry, baby, I won't buy it."

Are there any living people?

Surprised, Lin Yuan quickened his pace and soon saw a couple whose style was clearly different from the surroundings, standing in front of a mask stall, arguing.

The couple was quite young, probably around 24 or 25 years old, and were likely here for tourism.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan, the man gave an awkward smile: "Uncle, do you know any fun places to visit on this street?"

Lin Yuan: ? ? ?