I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 75 Mask Stall

"Hello, sir. My name is Zhang Xiao, and this is my boyfriend, Li Fei. We're here in Taiping Ancient Town for tourism. This street is a bit different from other places; there are very few people here, so we wanted to ask you something."

The girl tugged at her boyfriend's sleeve, a hint of wariness in her smile.

The half-mask of the Great Sage on Lin Yuan's left face was rather frightening on this quiet street.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath. He had accepted the fact that he had gone from a young man to an old man, but fortunately, he would return to his original appearance after returning to reality.

Otherwise, this delusional illusion would really drive him crazy!

Uncle it is, I guess.

"This is not a place for you. You should leave now."

He didn't know why the couple had come to this place, but it was mentioned in the original work that ordinary people could indeed accidentally wander into Ghost Street.

They were also a couple, and they even bought a mask, risking their lives.

The girl named Zhang Xiao was holding a mask. Lin Yuan reminded her, "If it were me, I wouldn't take someone else's mask for no reason."

"Huh? We didn't do this for no reason; we already paid."

Zhang Xiao quickly explained, pointing to a mask stall nearby, "The mask stall owner has already packed up... wait, where's the owner?"

"Is it too late, so you went home to rest?" Li Fei asked.

Lin Yuan sensed something was wrong. "You guys said you saw the boss just now?"

"Of course! We may be college students and not have much money, but we wouldn't stoop so low as to steal a mask while on vacation. Sir, you're underestimating us!"

Li Fei was somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that he had been insulted.

"Alright, that's enough. Uncle, you're busy, we'll be going now." Zhang Xiao pulled her boyfriend Li Fei away quickly, and their conversation could still be faintly heard.

Li Fei: "This uncle is infuriating! Does he really think we're thieves? I think there's something fishy about him; he has a Monkey King mask painted on half his face... wait, could he be the village guard?"

Zhang Xiao: "Oh, never mind that. There aren't many people here; it's probably a street that's not open to the public. Let's hurry back to the hotel; I'm a little scared."

Li Fei: "Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid. I will protect you for the rest of my life. Even if I die and become a ghost, I will still protect you forever!"

Zhang Xiao: "Pah! What do you mean by 'die'? Honestly, you're just saying such unlucky things."

Li Fei: "Hehe, it's just that I like you. If you don't like it, I won't say anything, but my feelings..."

The chatter gradually faded away, and Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze.

He stopped in front of the mask stall, which had all sorts of masks, mostly the kind used in Peking Opera, but a few strange ones, such as skull masks or ghost masks.

Lin Yuan touched his left chest.

The Great Sage mask had long since been transformed into theatrical makeup, imprinted on his left cheek. Originally intended to conceal the supernatural aura of a ghost tamer, it still remained.

Unfortunately, unless you don't know him at all, anyone who sees his face will know he's not a normal person.

Huh?

That's not right either. Using Ghost Bell would drain his life force, making him look old and frail. If he went out in his current state, Cao Yang and the others probably wouldn't recognize him.

It could be used as a means of plotting against someone.

So, what are the effects of the masks at this mask stall?

"Those two college students said they'd seen the owner. The owner of this stall should be dead, not alive here..."

Lin Yuan reached out and grabbed a mask.

"Brother, if I were you, I wouldn't touch those masks on that stall. They're deadly."

It was that familiar voice again, so repulsive.

The laundry woman had returned sometime earlier, having finished washing the clothes. She was carrying a wooden tub, and her bulky figure seemed even more robust as she stood about ten meters away with a smile on her face.

Lin Yuan frowned and asked, "What's the explanation?"

"I think this is your first time visiting our area, brother. It's understandable if you don't know. This place used to be very lively, but unfortunately, some things happened, and many shop owners suffered. For example, the owner of this mask stall was one of them. He died, but he couldn't let go of his business and has been lingering here ever since."

Of course, the people here are quite honest. When they say they're doing business, they mean it. They would never engage in any kind of forced buying or selling, or cheating and swindling.

There's just one thing: doing business with the living is different from doing business with the dead.

"To buy things from the dead, you need money only the dead can use, or you need to take the life of the living. Like those two young men just now, how could they possibly use money from the living to buy things from the dead? They'll just collect the debt later."

The laundry woman gave an explanation, which was not detailed and was rather vague, but the meaning was conveyed.

Lin Yuan asked, "Is there any way to solve this?"

The laundry woman said with some surprise, "Old brother, are you having a change of heart? It doesn't seem like it... Ahem, what I mean is, it can be resolved if you want to, as long as you put the money that the dead can use on the bedside at midnight."

It turned out to be the case.

That makes sense, though. The money used by the dead must be ghost money, and the effects of ghost money are part of a complete system chain with ghost lakes and ferries.

People do things for money, and so do ghosts.

"If you really like this mask, I do have some spare cash. It's not much, but it's enough to buy one. However, I'd also like to ask you to do me a favor."

The laundry woman moved a little closer, until they were only three or four meters apart.

Standing so close, the suppressed greed and gleam in her eyes disgusted Lin Yuan. "Get out!"

"snort!"

The laundry woman was furious, but she didn't make a move. She just stood there, her smile fading, leaving only indifference and regret.

That look was clearly the look of someone looking at a dead person.

Lin Yuan ignored him and grabbed a mask directly.

This is a mask painted with ghosts and monsters; it's obviously not a proper mask and is unlikely to sell.

The facial makeup gives off a somewhat cold feeling, but in such a desolate environment, it doesn't seem too out of place; it's a normal situation.

The moment he picked up the mask, the surroundings suddenly became noisy and chaotic.

It was as if a bustling street had suddenly appeared, accompanied by an old man's voice coming from behind the stall: "Cheng Hui, a mask, three yuan."

As the sound faded, the noise and commotion quickly disappeared, leaving the place as quiet as before.

Lin Yuan looked up abruptly and saw a blurry figure disappear behind the stall. If he hadn't been prepared, he might have thought it was just a hallucination.