Chapter 117: Is This Not the Memory of the White Evil?

"We can't let the Red and White Double Evil summon ghosts there."

"Otherwise, facing the Red and White Double Evil and the Source Ghost in Ghost Lake at the same time, we couldn't hold up at all."

Shen Lin's expression changed slightly; although it was his first encounter with the Red and White Double Evil, he had extensively studied this Supernatural Incident that had thrown the nation's situation into chaos.

Not only him; it can be said that any capable Ghost Tamer in the country would be paying attention to this Supernatural Incident.

However, after Shen Lin finished speaking, Yang Jian gave no response, and Liu San merely shook his head, looking at the corpses on the Lake Surface.

At this moment, even Li Jun, whose temper was the most explosive and who could not tolerate Supernatural Incidents, fell silent for a moment.

"What do you mean?" Li Jun spoke at this moment.

He wielded Ghost Fire to incinerate the nearest female corpses, then turned his gaze toward Yang Jian and Liu San.

"Retreat."

Yang Jian's tone was slightly low; after a long pause, he slowly uttered two words.

"Our current situation is not as good as it was back in Da Dong City."

"Wang Chaling, you, I, and Chen Qiaoyang—four Captain Level—cannot deal with the Red and White Double Evil, let alone now that we also have Ghost Lake."

"You also know what combat power the two old ghosts accompanying Wang Chaling had back then."

"But with those two old ghosts present, we were only able to keep that ghost from bothering us, just to protect ourselves."

The moment Yang Jian saw the Red and White Double Evil, he already did not want to stay here any longer.

His philosophy differed from Li Jun's; for Yang Jian, "as long as the green mountains remain, we need not fear lacking firewood" was his way of acting.

"What about you?" Li Jun looked at Liu San, who had also been unwilling to speak.

"I'm fine with anything, but if we have to act, I'd rather face Ghost Lake and leave the Red and White Double Evil to you."

Liu San waved his hand; although he didn't say retreat, it was essentially the same.

"Is it just one S-level Paranormal Event that can scare you like this?" Shen Lin looked at the two with some doubt.

"Although I know you have faced this ghost before and suffered a heavy loss, there's no need for this, right?"

"Yang Jian, that's one thing, but I heard his Ghost Domain cannot be deployed within the Ghost‑painted Ghost Domain; Liu San, what's your situation?"

After speaking, Shen Lin didn't wait for Liu San or Yang Jian to reply; he directly said to Li Jun.

"Li Jun, you and I will handle the Red and White Double Evil, while Yang Jian and Liu take care of controlling Ghost Lake, okay?"

"…Sure!" Li Jun solemnly nodded.

Although this ghost had left him with a huge psychological shadow, when facing this ghost he would not shirk; at worst, he'd just die.

"Are you sure? Though I won't run away, if you can't win, don't blame me for retreating."

Yang Jian's aversion to the Red and White Double Evil was absolute; in front of this ghost, he couldn't even deploy his Ghost Domain. Let alone the Ghost Domain, his Ghost Eye didn't dare to open.

Yang Jian's strength largely relied on his Ghost Eye; without a Ghost Domain, his power was a tier below that of other captains.

"Just don't fall apart before us."

Shen Lin replied coldly, but Liu San and Yang Jian exchanged glances without any sign of anger.

They could understand Shen Lin's thinking, but understanding didn't mean they wouldn't resist.

"Take care of yourself, don't die," Liu San replied coldly.

Shen Lin gave no reply to Liu San, because he had already taken action.

Shen Lin then hoisted a strange red axe, left the small boat, and vanished onto the Lake Surface.

He hadn't left; he had been there all along.

He only existed in the deep memory of a certain corpse; he needed to explore the past, uncover the Source Ghost of Ghost Lake, and learn all its secrets.

In the memory, Shen Lin was not absolutely safe.

Especially, Ghost's Invasion of a ghost's memory is extremely dangerous; he would be attacked by a ghost, and if killed, it would mean his death.

But death is not the end; he would awaken in another memory and invade reality again, though that would mean he had left this incident.

Because resurrected through a new memory, Shen Lin could only exist when that memory surfaced.

In other words, if Shen Lin is killed in the memory now.

Then when he revives again, he will invade reality from a new memory, but his revival time will not be now; it will be some past period, and he will lose all memories of the future.

This is a Restart, but not an Infinite Restart.

Because Shen Lin's Restart is a restart to a past time.

And the more times he dies, the more he forgets; eventually fewer people remember him, until he is completely forgotten and disappears from this world.

As Shen Lin's figure suddenly vanished on the spot, Zhang Hao, who was summoning ghosts, was startled.

It seemed that an incomprehensible person had appeared in his memory.

"Is that Shen Lin?" Zhang Hao quickly recovered, and although he didn't know the person's name, he easily identified their identity.

Shen Lin, using Ghost's Invasion of memory, entered Zhang Hao's past memory.

The Ghost Bride's Red Cap tried to resist this Supernatural Incident, but it was ineffective.

Because the Ghost Bride's Supernatural power shared on Zhang Hao was only partial, the Red Cap's effect was likewise limited.

At this moment, Shen Lin arrived within Zhang Hao's memory.

It was beside a desolate Highway, a chilling aura spread wildly, and a strange red light encircled.

In the air hung a lingering faint corpse stench.

Beyond the strange red glow, a red figure was holding a man whose face was rigid and eyes filled with fear.

Upon closer look at the red figure, a pair of desiccated hands wrapped in dark brown corpse skin, exposed from her sleeve, were clasped with the man's.

Within the red light, faint silhouettes could be seen, extremely eerie, making it hard to imagine anything good.

Under immense terror, the man's remaining consciousness let out a frightened wail.

"Is this the memory hidden deepest within this ghost?"

Shen Lin watched this scene, his keen eyes caught the person in the red light.

"Is that Yang Jian? At this time, the Red and White Double Evil should not have formed yet, right?"

Shen Lin observed everything around him.

Not far from Yang Jian, a Fierce Ghost continuously performing Mourning could be seen.

However, according to the information Shen Lin knew, the White Evil actually has a name called Zhang Hao.

That should be the name when he was still alive.

Now I should have invaded the moment Zhang Hao was killed by the Ghost Bride.

"Fine, then let me kill the current you and erase your memory."

The reason the Red and White Double Evil is bizarre is that the White Evil possesses intelligence; perhaps it is this place that gave the White Evil the concept of memory, thereby birthing intelligence.

Shen Lin looked at Zhang Hao being led by the Ghost Bride; at this moment the Ghost Bride's Palm was dark yellow and withered, perhaps it is more fitting to call her Gan Si Xin Niang.

Shen Lin's attention shifted from Gan Si Xin Niang to Zhang Hao; Zhang Hao's complexion was pallid, his eyes filled with fear, as if he had seen something incomprehensible.

"You were so terrified of this Ghost before death, yet after dying you willingly kept her company; now let me free you."

"With such a powerful force, using it against a Fierce Ghost would be unstoppable, yet you are controlled by the Ghost's instinct."

Shen Lin lifted the red axe and stepped forward.

At this moment, on this Highway, neither humans nor Ghosts seemed able to see him.

Soon, Shen Lin was already close to Zhang Hao; he raised the axe and struck down.

"If successful, perhaps I can obtain the Ghost Power that the White Evil possesses."

"Even using the White Evil's identity to control the Red Evil's actions is not impossible."

A thought spontaneously arose in Shen Lin's mind.

The Ghost Shen Lin rode is special; it can invade others' memories and replace them, whether human or Ghost.

If it invades a Ghost's memory and successfully replaces that Ghost, it will also replace the Ghost's Ghost Power.

This is a terrifying Fierce Ghost; the only side effect is that as more memories are invaded, fewer people remember it.

Perhaps one day in the future, people of the Reality World will completely forget it, and then it can only exist in the past, unable to truly enter reality.

Up to this moment, everything seemed to go smoothly.

Just as Shen Lin, full of anticipation, swung the axe to decapitate Zhang Hao, the scene in the memory froze. "No! That's wrong, this isn't the White Evil's memory! No, this is the White Evil's memory."

Shen Lin stared at the frozen Memory World; at this moment, everything seemed locked in place.

But soon, Shen Lin noticed an anomaly: Gan Si Xin Niang, holding Zhang Hao's hand, seemed to come alive, her head, hidden under the Veil, turned slightly toward this side.

At this moment Gan Si Xin Niang was only a Ghost in the memory; why could she see him? Shen Lin was puzzled.

What he invaded was not the Ghost Bride, but the White Evil, yet now the White Evil has already been killed by him.

Logically, in this situation, he should replace the White Evil, but what is happening now? While Shen Lin was confused, in the red‑light‑shrouded world, a figure dressed in Funeral Clothes seemed to break the frozen world at this moment.

"Wuu! Wuwu!"

A strange Crying sounded at this moment; previously it could not affect Shen Lin's memory, but now it seemed to come alive.

As the Crying Tomb Ghost began to move, the memory flow resumed.

Only this time, everyone in the memory seemed to notice Shen Lin's presence.

"Could this be the White Evil's true memory? Then what exactly did I just kill?"

Shen Lin frowned; logically, the White Evil is the body of the man named Zhang Hao after death, controlled by a Fierce Ghost, and its memory was also obtained by the Fierce Ghost due to some accident.

He killed Zhang Hao just before the Fierce Ghost did, which should have completely erased his memory and replaced him.

But what is the situation now? Why, after killing Zhang Hao, did he fail to replace him?

This time, everything returned to its original state, only with an extra Shen Lin.

However, when Shen Lin looked at where Zhang Hao stood, he found that Zhang Hao, still holding Gan Si Xin Niang's hand, no longer showed fear.

Even as Shen Lin looked at Zhang Hao, the other seemed to notice him too, a pair of cold, emotionless eyes staring at him.

Suddenly.

His hair stood up instantly, his whole body tensed sharply.

At this moment, the entire world grew bizarre, all colors fading, even the Ghost Domain belonging to Yang Jian was dissipating.

"What on earth did I actually replace?"

Shen Lin frowned, accompanied by Zhang Hao's cold Gaze; the Memory World lost its color at this moment.

Then, in this black‑and‑white world, one after another, strange colorless people appeared.

These people wore Funeral Clothes, wore a Face‑Covering Cloth on their heads, and held a White Curtain, stepping toward Shen Lin like death‑bringing wraiths.

When Shen Lin noticed them, a coil of White Curtain had already bound him, invading his body.

Shen Lin's color was fading, his body shifting toward colorlessness.

Shen Lin could feel a cold body pressed against his back, holding something that bound him.

Unexplained fear made his hand gripping the axe feel somewhat stiff.

It wasn't tension, but truly a stiffness.

He felt his body bound by strands of White Curtain, tying his limbs.

Existing only in memory, Shen Lin reached the deepest part of Zhang Hao's memory, aiming to replace him.

But as he delved similarly into the Ghost Power memory, at this moment he was touched by Zhang Hao and affected.

As Chen Qiaoyang said, when you use Ghost Domain to invade others, they can likewise invade you.

Memory works the same way.

"Die for me."

Shen Lin let out a low growl and swung his axe at the cold, terrifying figure behind him.

A ghost behind him was struck by Shen Lin, but it was useless, because the Fierce Ghost's assault was still continuing.

Even if he killed the ghost behind him that had bound him with a White Curtain, the other Fierce Ghosts in this Black and White World did not disappear because of it.

Shen Lin, wielding a red axe, kept chopping at the ghosts that approached him holding White Curtains.

Fortunately, these seemed not to be real ghosts, but merely a Spirit Phenomenon; after being struck by Shen Lin's axe, they lost the ability to move.

He didn't know how long had passed, and Shen Lin didn't even know how many colorless silhouettes he had slain that exist in this world.

At that moment, in the Black and White World, only Shen Lin remained.

But when Shen Lin looked toward the place where Zhang Hao and the Ghost Bride had been, the Zhang Hao who had been looking at Shen Lin earlier had already vanished.

In its place stood a dim funeral hall; through a crack in the middle of the doorway, one could faintly see a Coffin inside, accompanied by a sense of being watched.

"Is that the Ghostly Servant's Ghost Coffin?" Shen Lin was somewhat uncertain.

As Shen Lin approached, he could feel the feeling of being stared at grow stronger.

Soon, Shen Lin arrived near the funeral hall.

At this point, he finally saw everything inside the funeral hall.

The funeral hall's main door had been taken down and replaced with two White Curtains; merely looking at the White Curtains inexplicably gave Shen Lin a bad thought, and instinctively he swung his axe at them.

Whoa!

The sound of fabric being torn rang out, the White Curtain fell to the ground, and no Fierce Ghost was hiding inside.

It's no wonder Shen Lin was so cautious; just now he didn't know how many Fierce Ghosts wielding such White Curtains he had killed, and his first reaction upon seeing a White Curtain now was that another Fierce Ghost was approaching.

Fortunately, the funeral hall contained no such Fierce Ghosts; it seemed those colorless Fierce Ghosts in the Black and White World had already been slain by him.

However, just as Shen Lin was beginning to relax, the White Curtain that had been broken suddenly reappeared, hanging again from the door as if it had regrown.

Startled, Shen Lin quickly stepped back two paces, watching the White Curtain warily.

But after the White Curtain regrew and hung at the doorway, it did not attack Shen Lin.

"Has the entire funeral hall Restarted? No, the White Curtain I cut down is still on the Ground."

Shen Lin looked at the Ground beneath the White Curtain; the section of White Curtain he had previously cut down with his axe was still on the Ground.

This situation was strange, like a Restart, yet not the entire funeral hall's time had been Restarted.

If the funeral hall's Restart Time, or a self-Restart, occurred, the cut White Curtain should have been restored.

"It can't be that only the White Curtain Restarted, can it?" Shen Lin thought, which was clearly unlikely.

Yet in Shen Lin's heart, an inexplicable sense of horror arose.

Restarting only a part? What a joke? With Shen Lin's ability, he could certainly sense that this remembered funeral hall was probably all like a Fierce Ghost.

Shen Lin walked around the funeral hall once; everything looked normal, no trace of Fierce Ghosts was found behind him, nor any unusual objects.

Perhaps to find the true White Demon, one must still enter the funeral hall.

"No time to hesitate, hurry and deal with it; Li Jun, Yang Jian and the others don't know how long they can hold out."

Although Shen Lin had invaded the White Demon, Li Jun outside still had to face the Hong Bai Shuang Sha Demon.

Although Ghost Fire can to some extent suppress ghost art, that refers to Ghost Fire that can be continuously released; a single Candle that Li Jun has cannot burn without limit.

Shen Lin returned to the funeral hall's main door and stepped inside.

The funeral hall's black-and-white hue fit the style of this world; in the center of the hall a Coffin was placed, and because this world was entirely black and white, its exact color could not be determined.

Shen Lin looked at the front of the Coffin, where a Spirit Tablet bearing a Black and White Photo was placed.

Shen Lin gazed at the photo on the Spirit Tablet; he wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he could feel that the person on the tablet was looking at him.

"The earlier feeling of being watched must have come from the Spirit Tablet; is the Ghost inside the Coffin?"

Shen Lin examined the person in the photo on the Spirit Tablet closely; it was a young man who looked much like the Zhang Hao he had just seen.

However, on this Spirit Tablet, the upper half of his face was shrouded in darkness, making the details indistinct.

When Shen Lin looked at the figure, the person in the photo seemed to flash a strange smile.

Shen Lin then looked around other parts of the funeral hall.

At this moment, on the wall behind the Coffin, there was also a Black and White Portrait.

Unlike the Spirit Tablet, the picture on the wall could be seen in full.

"That is the White Demon's face."

When Shen Lin looked at the portrait, the eyes of the person in the portrait also strangely stared back at Shen Lin.

He wasn't sure if it was an illusion while looking at the portrait.

Shen Lin felt the person in the photo resembled the White Demon, yet also somewhat like himself.

(End of Chapter)