I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 79 Clues about the Mask

Lin Yuan followed behind the one-eyed old man. Both of them were quiet and neither of them spoke.

After walking for about two minutes, the originally dimly lit street suddenly underwent some strange changes. Although it was the same street, the style of the buildings had changed significantly.

It's like the style has changed from the Republican era to the style of the 1980s and 90s.

The road beneath our feet was also noticeably wetter.

"You can go from here."

The one-eyed old man stopped at the intersection of the two streets, the oil lamp in his hand emitting a dim light, yet illuminating the road ahead.

Lin Yuan didn't leave immediately, but asked doubtfully, "Are you really just letting me go like this? I've already made my move. If you kill me now, it won't be considered breaking the rules here, will it?"

"You have a trump card up your sleeve, and I'm a little worried."

The one-eyed old man said earnestly.

"This joke isn't funny at all. But don't worry, if the ghost at the mask stall doesn't kill me, I should have another chance to come back."

Lin Yuan waved and walked out.

The one-eyed old man squinted, extinguished the oil lamp, and turned to look at the washerwoman and the faceless man who had already approached. He said expressionlessly, "If you see this person again, don't provoke him."

"You've really gotten old," the laundry woman said coldly.

The faceless man, unable to speak, could only gesture with his hands: "He overturned the mask stall; he won't live past tonight. How could there possibly be a future?"

The one-eyed old man said in a deep voice, "I've seen that mask on his face in a book left by my elders. It involves a vanished county town. Even if he's going to die, he can't die nearby. Otherwise, if it really causes some trouble, I can't guarantee I can protect you."

The laundry woman exclaimed in surprise, "What? A vanished county? What else are you hiding from us?"

The one-eyed old man did not answer, but silently turned and left.

The washerwoman's face turned pale and then flushed, and her knuckles, gripping the wooden basin, turned white from excessive force.

……

"Is He Liansheng so easy to talk to, and so trusting of people?"

Back in reality, Lin Yuan still felt a sense of unreality.

However, now that he's out, there's no reason for him to go back, and with his current abilities, he can't easily enter Ghost Street.

Now, it's time to go back to Dachang City.

This street... no, it shouldn't even be called a street.

There are only old residential buildings on both sides, some of which are still open for business, and there are also sidewalks on the road.

Lin Yuan walked to the front of a residential building, where there happened to be a window that reflected his figure.

He reached out and placed his hand on the glass; the pattern crawled up and then disappeared.

The entire pane of glass suddenly turned cold at that moment, and Lin Yuan's reflection on it vanished without a trace.

Lin Yuan looked in front of the glass for a while, and when he saw that the mirrored figure did not appear, he breathed a slight sigh of relief. However, he did not go in immediately, but turned around and left.

"Even without me, Dachang City would have been resolved smoothly. This incident was most likely orchestrated by that old man surnamed Qin, perhaps to prevent me from interfering with the 'main storyline'?"

Lin Yuan sneered inwardly.

Before long, he arrived at a stone bridge.

This stone bridge is very old; you can tell at a glance that it has a history of at least a hundred years. The railings next to it are made of stainless steel and must have been installed in recent years.

There is a river under the bridge.

The water was clear and cold; just standing on the bridge, one could feel a chill rising up from below.

"The river that leads to Zhongzhou City and connects to Ghost Lake."

Lin Yuan gripped the railing with both hands, and the playful patterns spread out again, passing through the railing and stone bridge, and landing directly in the river. But he quickly frowned.

He wanted to imprint the medium onto the river, expecting to fail, but... he succeeded.

That's right.

Lin Yuan only felt unhappy after he succeeded.

"The supernatural presence of Ghost Lake hasn't spread yet. But even if it were truly Ghost Lake water, it probably wouldn't be able to imprint the medium."

Lin Yuan left, and after he left, countless faces suddenly appeared on the water's surface, which could no longer reflect his image.

No, not the face, but... the mask!

These were clearly the masks he had destroyed at the mask stall on Ghost Street. They seemed to have come alive, staring intently at Lin Yuan's back with cold and eerie eyes in their reflection on the lake.

Lin Yuan, who had taken two steps, suddenly stopped and looked back. "Why do I feel like someone's watching me from behind?"

It's already evening, and this is a tourist town that Zhongzhou City is vigorously developing. There are quite a few tourists and residents coming and going.

As these people passed by, they would all look at Lin Yuan with curiosity.

After all, the Monkey King mask covering half of his face was too eye-catching, and coupled with his mature appearance as a middle-aged man, it was even more surprising.

However, these gazes were all quite ordinary, completely different from the feeling of being pricked by thorns just now.

He looked down at the river again. The water was flowing normally, without any abnormalities, and the densely packed faces from before had completely disappeared.

……

"Business has been good lately, it seems the city is increasing its support for the town. Unfortunately, there are always some unlucky ones every month."

Boutique Hotel is a relatively famous hotel in Taiping Ancient Town, especially known for its "unique" features.

Others who open hotels or inns in Taiping Ancient Town have very modern features, which are combined with the town's antique charm, preserving its unique character while ensuring convenience.

The unique hotel, inside and out, feels like stepping back decades and into the filming location of a period drama.

Even the front desk retains its original wooden counter design.

Ironically, this "unique feature" has attracted many tourists, leading locals to jokingly call it "paying money to suffer."

The hotel owner, Mr. Liu, just smiled when he heard this. He was over fifty years old this year, and he ran the hotel just to support his family. He didn't dream of becoming rich and powerful, so he naturally did it according to his own preferences.

And yet, it even became a minor hit – that's what you call luck!

After watching a young couple happily carry a mask upstairs, Boss Liu couldn't help but sigh, clearly used to such things.

"The boss knows everything, so you all tacitly agreed to all of this?"

A cold voice rang out, carrying a questioning tone.

At the same time, a tall figure walked in from outside the door, went straight to the counter, and looked down at Boss Liu, who was setting up the abacus on the counter.

Mr. Liu looked up unhappily, and after just one glance, he stood up in shock.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was a head taller than him, he asked in surprise and doubt, "You...you're still alive?"