Mysterious resurrection, something's wrong with this guy.

Chapter 8: The Old Man in the Old House

In the backyard of a mental hospital on the outskirts of Dajing City, an elderly man, leaning on a broken wooden cane, slowly walked out of the yard. The old man seemed to be in a melancholy mood, gazing into the distance and letting out a deep sigh.

"Why!

So it's finally come to this? It's time to see old friends and say goodbye.

As the old man murmured, his aged figure gradually became blurred, and after a moment, he disappeared without a trace.

A few minutes later, an old figure suddenly appeared outside a dilapidated old house in Dachuan City. The figure appeared and disappeared like a terrifying ghost. After a while, the terrifying figure gradually solidified, as if it had stepped out of the illusion and into reality.

The old man, leaning on his cane, slowly walked toward the old house. Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, the old door moved on its own without warning.

squeak~

The wooden door slowly opened, making a sound that made people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

The old house was dimly lit. Although it was broad daylight, the house was pitch black, with only flickering lights swaying in the wind.

An old and sinister voice echoed from the darkness:

"It's you, you old rascal! It's been over a decade, and you still have the same wicked sense of humor. You can't just knock on this door like that."

There was a rule in the paranormal community that wasn't strictly a rule in the past.

Do not knock on doors indiscriminately, especially with a knocking frequency of three long knocks followed by two short knocks, as this will invite a full-scale attack from the demon slayer.

No demon hunter likes to hear a knock on the door, because it reminds them of a terrifying old man.

The old man forced a smile onto his aged face as a gesture of goodwill.

"You're still so wary! So many years have passed, and there are hardly any of those old acquaintances left. That senior hasn't shown his face for many years."

They are all old now, and many familiar faces have passed away.

"Sigh~"

A long sigh came from the darkness.

"Speak! What brings you here this time? You old codger, your appearance is never good news. I won't make a move until you give me a straight answer. I'm not Li Qingzhi, who would kill himself after hearing just a few words from you!"

Several years ago, no one knows what the old man said to Li Qingzhi, but it caused Li Qingzhi, who had been a prominent figure in the paranormal world for a century, to commit suicide. It was an unbelievable thing, because Li Qingzhi was no pushover. He even manipulated time, and was one of the biggest taboos in the paranormal world at that time.

"Old Liu! You know very well that this world needs to change. Those predecessors were able to suppress it for nearly a hundred years, but there will eventually come a day when their limit is reached. That day is probably not far away, so that plan must proceed smoothly."

The plan the old man mentioned wasn't exactly a secret in their circle; many people knew about it.

"So, I'm also part of your plan?"

The voice from the darkness rang out again, its tone tinged with accusation.

They were both in their twilight years, and resorting to supernatural means was almost tantamount to suicide.

The old man replied helplessly:

"Something unexpected happened. Blind Chen died a while ago. His funeral arrangements weren't handled properly. You should know his methods very well. I'm not as good as him at predicting the future."

A young man, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, obtained his diary, which has since been circulated. This is a serious matter; if not handled properly, the promising young man may not survive.

The events described in the diary were compiled into a novel and circulated online, which was completely beyond the old man's capabilities. Fortunately, the contents of the novel were not known to some key figures, and an irreversible situation was not caused.

Blind Chen's methods are notorious in their circle; he is said to be able to calculate everything without missing a single detail. The impact of his diary being leaked on the overall situation is unimaginable.

"Sigh~"

"Very well! This is my last move, but you must understand that even the power of oblivion isn't omnipotent. There will always be special entities that even oblivion cannot interfere with. My days are numbered."

The voice in the darkness was filled with sorrow and helplessness. There were still many things he wanted to do but couldn't, all of which turned into regrets in his heart. Cleaning up the mess for Blind Chen was no easy task. It required him to risk his life and use all the supernatural powers of the vengeful ghost to make everyone forget. The price for this was his life.

The old man remained silent, standing quietly at the door. After a long while, he sighed and turned to leave. But after taking only two steps, he suddenly stopped, and his entire being exuded a chilling aura.

The old man stared intently at the series of footprints on the ground, lost in thought.

Something was wrong with the footprints. They were the old man's own footprints, but how could one person leave so many footprints? Suddenly, the old man thought of a chilling question.

That means he has most likely been here before, more than once, but he just doesn't remember.

Suddenly, the old man understood what the person inside meant by saying that their days were numbered. It meant that the evil spirit was on the verge of resurrection and could no longer control its influence on the surroundings. Even he had been affected by the supernatural.

The old man didn't linger, neither turning back nor saying goodbye. His figure blurred in the silence until he disappeared completely.

The two old people never met, nor did they notice a young man of eighteen or nineteen sitting on a treetop not far away.

The young man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a black dog pattern on it and was holding a can of Coke, taking sips every now and then.

"It seems that something extraordinary happened before the incident at No. 7 Middle School. But how did that incident manage to disappear without a trace? Li Leping probably doesn't have the ability to spread something on such a wide scale!"

"Let's wait and see. Since these older generation of demon slayers have orchestrated such a grand scheme, they should have a way to handle this. It shouldn't affect what happens next."

The young man was talking to himself, not worried at all about the old man in the dilapidated old house hearing him. This was his absolute confidence: as long as he didn't want to show himself, no one could find him, including the one in Dazhou City.

The young man slowly stood up, showing no interest in exploring the old house. Instead, he took a step in the direction where the old man with the cane had disappeared. With just one step, his entire figure vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

Not long after the young man left, the wooden door of the old house opened again, and the old man walked out with heavy steps. He turned back and took a deep look at the old house where he had lived for decades, as if saying goodbye.

He knew he would never come back. The old man had come all this way just to kill him, but he had no choice. The plan had to be carried out successfully. At this moment, he finally understood why Li Qingzhi had suddenly died. It was all for that plan.

With each step the old man took, the surrounding air rippled like water, spreading outwards in invisible waves at an incredible speed. In just a few breaths, these eerie ripples swept across the entire city of Dachuan.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still throughout the entire city of Dachuan. Everyone became incredibly dull, like puppets, their eyes vacant, standing there motionless.

A few seconds later, the ripples dissipated, and everyone returned to normal, as if the strange phenomenon had never happened and they had no recollection of anything. Everyone went about their own business.

From that moment on, many of them lost a piece of their memory without even realizing it.

After walking a few steps, the old man's skin began to dry out at a visible speed, and his complexion became increasingly pale, as if walking a few more steps would take his life, but he did not stop.

As he took another step, his figure began to blur, and he disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he had crossed the entire Dachuan City and arrived in a new city.

His steps never stopped, and he continued to do the same thing. Every time he arrived at a place, everyone would lose a piece of their memory at the same time. He continued northwards until he reached Dajing City without stopping.