Chapter 179: The Vanished Supernatural Event
“Forget it, achieving this step is enough.”
Luo Qian sighed.
Zhang Bohua was somewhat disappointed.
But in comparison, reaching this level was already acceptable.
In a desolate wilderness.
A burst of rotten stench suddenly appeared.
Three corpses silently appeared under a large tree.
One headless corpse, with its head right beside it, the corpse pinned through the chest by a shovel.
One corpse split in two, now lying on the ground, its two halves slowly wriggling.
Almost two hours passed before those two halves pieced together.
Faint supernatural energy emanated from the spliced corpse.
This originally rotten, completely bluish-black corpse now had its wounds strangely healing.
The surrounding trees suddenly changed at that moment.
The trees visibly turned yellow and withered.
Yellowed leaves fell one by one.
Just a short few minutes.
All the trees within a dozen meters around withered completely.
The leaves covered the three corpses.
Unknown how much time passed.
The horizon gradually lit up with fish-belly white.
Suddenly.
Under the leaves, something eerie stirred.
A pale white hand suddenly stretched out.
Then, a corpse emitting a thick stench of decay slowly sat up.
He looked around, his deathly still eyes twitching slightly.
Then he stiffly stood up, walked to the side of the headless corpse, stiffly bent down, and picked up the numb, rotten head.
At the same time, he reached out to grip the shovel and pushed hard.
The shovel pierced through the corpse’s chest.
The headless corpse fell to the ground.
With a thud.
He slowly crouched down and gently pressed the rotten head in his hand onto the neck of the headless corpse.
The moment the head touched the neck, it instantly grew back on.
Immediately after, the rotten head suddenly opened its eyes.
Supernatural energy rapidly began to revive.
Seeing this, Ye Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.
He dragged his somewhat powerless body over, reached out, and brushed away the leaves.
A faceless corpse with bluish-black skin all over lay on the ground.
Beside it was a melted, unrecognizable mask.
On the mask, a pair of eerie eyes narrowed, revealing only a thin slit.
Ye Zhen looked at the mask.
He reached out to pick up the mask, then flipped the corpse over.
Then he fastened the mask onto the corpse’s face.
The moment the mask touched the corpse, tendrils of flesh directly climbed onto the mask.
A chill began to emanate from the corpse.
Ye Zhen exhaled, plopping down on his butt and leaning against the withered tree.
The sky cracked open a line, darkness gradually receding.
Ye Zhen raised his hands; the rot on them was recovering very slowly.
“My abilities are suppressed very severely. To fully recover, it will probably take a very long time.”
Ye Zhen muttered, looking at the two people lying on the ground.
He sighed, stood up again, dragged them up, and propped them against the tree.
Thus, a very eerie scene appeared.
Three things that didn’t look human at all leaned against a withered tree.
Within a dozen meters around, all grass, trees, and flowers had withered.
The chill was spreading.
Fierce ghosts were reviving.
Ye Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, somewhat enjoying this bit of calm before dawn.
A bit tired.
Unknowingly, Ye Zhen fell asleep.
Even though two teammates’ ghosts were reviving beside him.
“…”
“Your opportunity is coming soon.”
“I sense it; he has paused time.”
“Still too immature. Is restarting time the same as pausing time?”
“Three more times, just three, and I will revive.”
“…”
“Is that so?”
“I think you might never get that opportunity.”
Da da da~!
In the pitch-black world, a footsteps sound suddenly rang out.
Followed by an unfamiliar voice.
In the darkness, two figures sharply looked over.
Ripples appeared on the ground.
Someone was in the ground.
Da da da~!
“A remarkable figure has arrived.” A female voice said.
“Same kind, true same kind.”
A chilling voice unlike that of a living person rang out.
Yang Jian looked up, and the surrounding darkness faded somewhat.
Revealing two people bound in the air by chains.
One male, one female.
Reform Society, Asura.
Master of the Ghost Play Troupe.
“Same kind, hmm, that can be said.”
Yang Jian stared at the two.
“The space is quite large; I thought it would be narrow.”
“How did you get in?”
The Master of the Ghost Play Troupe narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Is it difficult?”
Yang Jian waved his hand, and a chair appeared.
He plopped down on it.
The two hanging existences saw this, their expressions changing slightly.
“You can use supernatural energy?”
What a joke!
“Your level is too low; you won’t understand. In your eyes, me using supernatural energy is something very puzzling to you.”
“…”
“This friend, you seem to have come with hostility.”
The atmosphere was not harmonious.
Letting such a terrifying existence appear here—what was Lin Qian thinking?
Or rather, something had happened to Lin Qian.
Possessing restart and still something happened.
The two non-human things’ gazes shifted.
It seemed this was normal.
“You’re not worthy enough for me to feel hostility.”
Yang Jian crossed his legs.
“I’m only here temporarily to stay. After all, if not, I’d die instantly if I went out.”
“That old guy outside is at peak state.”
“I can’t beat him.”
Who could be someone even this terrifying guy couldn’t beat?
Really hard to guess.
“…”
The supernatural had been resolved.
But how it was resolved, no one knew.
Liu Ping sat on a tombstone.
Without supernatural energy, this was just an ordinary graveyard.
Liu Ping gazed into the distance; there was a village, Da Chan Yatou Village.
The village was dilapidated, as if abandoned for decades.
Liu Ping got down from the tombstone.
Appeared in the village.
Broken wooden door, decayed and old houses.
Abandoned, desolate.
Hard to imagine that before, there was still human activity here, people holding a wedding here.
Also hard to imagine that a extremely terrifying supernatural event had occurred here before.
The supernatural event was resolved just like that?
Liu Ping still couldn’t quite believe it.
He had only looked at that red mirror, and when it was about to heal, destroyed it again.
Then in the blink of an eye, all the supernatural strangeness around disappeared.
Had the supernatural been resolved?
Liu Ping didn’t know.
He hadn’t seen Lin Qian and the others, nor that Ghost Yang Jian.
Not even seen any corpses.
All of this made Liu Ping feel like the life-and-death experiences before were just a dream.
Very dreamlike.
But this definitely wasn’t a dream.
Because the ghosts he had captured were still there.
So, what exactly happened?
Had that Ghost Yang Jian and Lin Qian detained the source?
Di di~!
The phone ringtone suddenly rang.
Liu Ping’s gaze flashed, sharply looking over.
