I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 76 Get out!

A curse from the past?

Playing with the cold mask in his hand, Lin Yuan didn't think too much about it; eerie, colorful patterns crawled from his palm onto the mask.

These patterns are so vivid, as if the colors have just been mixed.

The facial features on the mask are dark and deep, their colors etched by time.

The patterns belonging to the "present" are eroding the existence of the "past". The erosion of the patterns is very fast, and in just a few breaths, they have occupied most of the mask.

The remaining half of the mask seemed to come alive.

The ghost face, now only half its original shape, grew even more ferocious and sinister, but it served no purpose.

Lin Yuan didn't even feel much resistance. The facial features on the mask were completely eroded by his theatrical patterns, and then... the mask in his hand suddenly turned into a pile of ashes.

It was as if the material had weathered over a long period of time and scattered on the ground.

Lin Yuan raised his left hand, where there was a blurry ghost face, exactly the same as the ghost face on the mask just now, but it quickly disappeared.

"It is indeed a curse. But why didn't it cause any unusual phenomena?"

Lin Yuan glanced at the laundry woman.

The laundry woman made no move, still looking at him with that greedy yet regretful gaze.

has a problem!

"Am I already cursed? The mask is the vessel, the makeup the medium? The past curses the present? I've removed the makeup, but the curse remains?"

The laundry woman still didn't answer, but a look of surprise and seriousness flashed in her eyes.

Lin Yuan didn't care and picked up the second mask. This time, he didn't examine the mask, but instead paid attention to his surroundings, especially the scene behind the stall.

"Young man, if you want the mask, buy it; if not, leave it here. Don't waste it."

The noisy commotion returned, and in Lin Yuan's eyes, the blurry figure of the old man reappeared in the empty space behind the stall.

The once deserted streets were now bustling with people walking and buying and selling.

However, everyone was very blurry, as if they were looking through a thick layer of frosted glass, and it was impossible to see or hear what they were saying.

Only the old man behind the mask stall could hear what he was saying clearly.

But this change also disappeared as his voice faded away.

"Don't rush off."

Unbeknownst to them, the area beneath the stall was now covered with densely packed theatrical patterns. It was a pity the old man had no shadow; otherwise, he would have been imprisoned long ago.

Before the old man could finish speaking, Lin Yuan reached out and grabbed his face.

The old man offered no resistance, yet Lin Yuan's hand passed right through his body without touching anything.

"He's an interesting young man, what a pity..."

The old man seemed to sense something, and even turned back to look at Lin Yuan before disappearing along with the sound.

"Don't walk so fast!"

Lin Yuan's voice was cold as he slapped the mask stall.

Countless colorful patterns spread from his palms, covering all the masks on the mask stall. He was going to overturn the stall!

"It's no use, old brother. Our street is special. No matter how much you do, you'll only tire yourself out," the laundry woman suddenly said.

Lin Yuan did not answer. He didn't care about the result; he just wanted to know what he could do.

All the masks were corroded by the theatrical patterns and turned into ashes. But when Lin Yuan withdrew the supernatural power, the mask stall, which had become empty, was filled with perfectly arranged masks again.

Everything he had just done seemed to have been in vain.

"Sigh! I was hoping to save you, but now, all I can do is prepare a memorial tablet for you. But buying a coffin costs money too, old brother, do you want me to lend you some?"

The laundry woman moved a little closer.

Lin Yuan glanced at her, then suddenly laughed, but the laugh was cold, chilling to the bone. "Alright, but there's bound to be a price, right? What do you want?"

"It's worth calling you 'old brother' a few times. You're better looking than those old guys on the street, and you're also very insightful. If my husband hadn't died many years ago and the family shop wasn't doing much business, and we weren't just living off our savings, I would have been thinking of giving it to you reluctantly."

The laundry woman finally smiled. "As for what kind of transaction we'll use, that depends on what you have on you, brother. It's just a pity..."

Finally, her voice became somewhat low.

Lin Yuandao said, "But I'm cursed. You couldn't compete with the ghost at this mask stall, so you couldn't remember to make me into a new ghost outfit for you to wear?"

The laundry woman asked in surprise, "You...this isn't your first time here?"

If you weren't familiar with this place, you would never know her methods.

Lin Yuan sneered, "Let me think. The rule on this street is that you can't just lay a hand on outsiders. You actually dared to make a move against me. It seems He Liansheng's words were just empty talk."

The moment the name He Liansheng was uttered, the laundry woman immediately lost her footing.

The deliberate, distorted smile on his face vanished, leaving only a face full of fleshy muscles, and even his eyes became cold and fierce.

Without leaving a single word, she simply gave Lin Yuan a deep look before turning and leaving.

"Don't go! Didn't you just invite me to sit in your shop? I've thought it through now, I can go sit there."

Lin Yuan chased after him.

"Get out!"

This time, it was the laundry woman's turn to be uneasy.

She hadn't walked more than a few steps when she rushed into a shop next door.

The shop door slammed shut, blocking Lin Yuan from entering.

Lin Yuan looked up and saw a sign above the gate that read "Tailor Shop".

"It really is a tailor shop, but the door looks like a coffin lid. Could this Taiping Town be a giant coffin?"

Lin Yuan started banging on the door, "Open the door! I'm buying clothes!"

He was quite strong, but the seemingly ordinary black wooden door didn't vibrate at all; it was very sturdy.

The laundry woman didn't respond at all, as if she was playing dead.

"It seems the old ghost at this mask stall is quite terrifying. This woman is wearing so many ghost costumes, yet she doesn't dare to lay a hand on me. Is she afraid I'll attract ghosts here? Is it midnight?"

Lin Yuan placed his hand on the door panel, and Xi Wen climbed up, but he quickly withdrew his hand.

It wasn't that he gave up, but that it was useless.

There's something strange about this door.

Since we can't get in, let's just forget about it. Aside from being disgusted by their stares, we haven't suffered any real losses.

Lin Yuan comforted himself and headed in the direction the college student couple had left. This should be the direction to leave Ghost Street and return to reality.

Shortly after he left, the tailor shop door opened, and the laundry woman came out, glaring resentfully in the direction Lin Yuan had gone. "He overturned your stall, and you just stood by and watched? Oh, I remember, you have no eyes, you couldn't see!"