The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

That was not a real door.

It was more like a door shape that was forcibly chiseled out of the wall.

The key opened the door.

Behind the door was a bleak green, and there seemed to be a shadow, getting closer and closer, and getting wider and wider, like a corridor gradually taking shape and connecting to the door.

The corridor was illusory and hazy, extending to the distant depths where the end could not be seen.

Han Yang escaped into it without hesitation.

After he left, the door was about to collapse in an instant.

But the next second, Hu Jiu reached out and touched the shaky door.

The door stabilized.

At this time, Han Yang, who had escaped through the door, had appeared in a garden.

Colorful flowers bloomed, but the smell of these flowers was not sweet, but rather had a disturbing stench, like a mixture of rotting corpses and rotten wood.

There is an old fountain in the center of the garden. The water column rises high, but there is no splashing water. Only a series of bubbles emerge from the bottom of the water, accompanied by a low humming sound. A vague shadow can be vaguely seen swimming underwater, sometimes showing a bad anthropomorphic appearance, and sometimes turning into an indescribable horror form.

The small garden is full of unspeakable weirdness, but such an environment can provide Han Yang with enough sense of security.

He gasped heavily, his face changing.

"Damn it, how could the situation develop like this!"

He stumbled towards the fountain and sat near the fountain. He was relieved.

"Zhang Shucheng betrayed? Huaxia headquarters has set up a net for the Eternal Night Organization?"

Han Yang didn't want to believe what Hu Jiu said. He wanted to find loopholes.

But after a moment, he felt that what Hu Jiu said was quite reasonable. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he was found by Hu Jiu as soon as he appeared outside Linjiang City?

Moreover, Hu Jiu had exposed his plan. Except for the inexplicable black cloud that broke out unexpectedly, Hu Jiu was right about everything else.

This looked like an insider's betrayal!

"Now that things have come to this, we can only assume the worst."

Han Yang thought as he reached his hand into the fountain.

His pale face gradually became more rosy, and the curses that remained on his body were washed away one by one, and the vague shadow under the water also became more evil.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have returned to China for that little benefit."

Han Yang complained in his heart that there were many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in that land, and the water was too deep. The development of Yongye was not only bumpy and obstructed everywhere, but it was also not smooth.

However... it is normal for a big country to have such a foundation.

In the era of spiritual revival, Ah San can rely on the advantage of population base to overtake on the curve.

While Han Yang was thinking, resting, and recovering, he did not notice that in a shadow in the corner of the garden, a pair of eyes were looking at him carefully.

For a long time, no other visitors came to the small garden, and Han Yang did not contact the outside world.

At a certain moment, the air suddenly flowed abnormally.

The sudden drop in temperature swept the entire garden in an instant!

The originally bright flowers were covered with frost and snow, and ice chips were mixed into the water flow of the fountain. At this moment, the garden seemed to have turned into an ice cellar covered in silver.

Han Yang stood up suddenly, his heartbeat accelerated violently, and a strong sense of fear suddenly surged into his heart.

It was Hu Jiu who chased him!

But how could this be possible?

The small garden is a small spiritual place under the banner of Yongye. It has extremely high defense and secrecy. Organization members have to use special methods to come in. How can outsiders break in here at will?

Han Yang looked around vigilantly: "Who is it? Come out quickly, don't play tricks in the dark!"

The only response to him was the wind and frost sword.

The terrifying low temperature brought not only coldness, Han Yang felt that the spiritual power in his body was becoming slow, and even his thinking consciousness was being frozen bit by bit.

He knew that he had to escape as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous!

He stretched out his right hand and turned the key on his index finger again.

After the door and the passage appeared, he went in without hesitation.

As for whether the small garden would be destroyed?

It didn't matter, his life was the most important!

Hu Jiu followed Han Yang slowly.

Behind him, the frost and snow were still raging.

The supernatural door that Han Yang opened this time actually led directly to a densely populated city.

The two walked in the crowd, one in front and one behind.

They were very conspicuous because most of the other people on the street were white.

Did they come directly to a foreign country?

That's right, Yongye is an international organization. Han Yang might have fled to the old nest and wanted to ask for help.

When he walked past a street corner, Hu Jiu's face suddenly blurred for a moment.

The next second, he was swaggering through the streets with someone else's face.

The shadow under his feet swayed, and every few steps, there would be one more thing on the road-a pitch-black ghost-calling spell.

Chaos followed.

"Oh my god..."

Screams came one after another.

They saw... a clown.

A very scary clown.

His face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of foundation, like a zombie that had just crawled out of a grave, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot and flashing with a glittering green light, his lips and nose were painted an exaggerated bright red, and his mouth corners were raised, revealing a creepy grin.

His old clown costume was mottled in color, covered with stains and holes. The buttons were missing, leaving only the frizzy threads swaying in the wind.

The clown wore a pair of thin gloves on both hands, with sharp curved fingertips, as if he could jump up and catch prey at any time.

Influenced by local culture, people initially thought that clowns were just some kind of performance art.

Until the clown grabbed a passerby fiercely.

The passerby scolded angrily, but a few seconds later, he could no longer make a sound, because his face was covered with clown paint, and he became a new clown.

Like a virus splitting and multiplying, more and more clowns wandered on the road, wantonly spreading supernatural pollution, and pulling more people into this endless horror feast.

Panicked people fled everywhere.

The streets were filled with a pleasant atmosphere of horror.

"Help me!"

A young couple accidentally fell beside Hu Jiu while running away. They were so scared that their legs were shaking and they couldn't stand up, so they had to ask Hu Jiu for help.

Even if they fell, the two hugged each other tightly and never left each other.

Hu Jiu was a little soured by their beautiful love, so he showed mercy and rewarded them with life and death and never separated, always together.

The young couple turned into ice sculptures and sank into the ground. Their love became eternal at this moment.

"Good, good, another good deed every day~" Hu Jiu continued to chase Han Yang with a look of compassion on his face.

Han Yang obviously noticed the chaos behind him. Looking at the clowns in groups, his scalp tingled and an extremely ominous premonition surged in his heart...