Chapter 162: Liu Ping
The fierce ghost didn’t know what thing was attracting it and headed in a direction.
The young man slightly narrowed his eyes, thinking about the situation here.
Is there something attracting these ghosts, or have all these ghosts been triggered by their killing pattern?
Right now, they’re all going to kill the person who triggered their killing pattern?
It’s not impossible.
But the possibility is too small.
He didn’t know exactly what had happened.
He was even more unclear about what exactly caused the ghosts to pass by him without attacking.
Looking at the fierce ghosts that kept walking towards one direction, with the number increasing more and more, to a creepy degree.
The young man swallowed, damn, if this number of ghosts were released, would Da Zhou City still have any survivors?
From becoming a ghost controller until now, this was the first time he had encountered so many fierce ghosts; even the ones in Da Jing City that time probably weren’t this many.
No, he had to go take a look.
The young man exhaled, as if spitting out all his own fear and insecurity.
He adjusted his mood and carefully followed these fierce ghosts; he wanted to see what exactly was attracting them.
The young man blended in among the fierce ghosts, following forward.
But at this moment, behind him, in the darkness, on a tombstone, a mirror covered by black cloth was continuously making banging impact sounds.
It seemed like something was violently slamming against the mirror, wanting to come out from inside.
No one knew about this scene.
At this moment, the mist surged.
Lin Qian and Fang Shiming sat roadside, propping their chins, watching Ye Zhen not far away.
At this moment, Ye Zhen was standing next to a huge human skin pocket.
The human skin pocket was stretched extremely large, with six white ghost candles burning inside, emitting light.
But strangely, the light couldn’t illuminate the pitch-black world inside the pocket.
Around the mist, from all directions, footsteps and eerie sounds rang out.
The sounds seemed very creepy.
Footsteps, murmurs, dragging sounds, and faintly audible crying and laughter.
The fierce ghosts attracted by the ghost candles were not as quiet as imagined.
And the number was surprisingly large.
At this moment, Ye Zhen held his arms crossed, as fierce ghosts came from all directions, all walking towards that huge human skin pocket.
“This pocket holds a lot; it’s already packed with nearly twenty ghosts now,” Fang Shiming said.
Lin Qian stared at that pocket sewn from human skin; the pocket was very old, covered in spots.
Before, it was a small bag, golden yellow, hanging at Ye Zhen’s waist.
But as Ye Zhen made it bigger, the golden yellow disappeared.
It must be that the other party had applied a layer of gold foil on it.
“In myths and legends, the Western Maitreya Buddha has a human seed bag in his hand, also called the acquired bag.”
Lin Qian said slowly.
Fang Shiming had naturally heard of this story.
“You mean this thing is very likely that human seed bag of the Western Maitreya Buddha?”
Lin Qian shook his head, “Of course not, that’s myth, not real.”
“This thing just resembles it.”
Myths can’t be trusted, but can’t be completely disbelieved either.
“I don’t know how many fierce ghosts Ye Zhen’s thing can hold.”
“Did you notice, the fierce ghosts that go in seem to be suppressed instantly.”
All the fierce ghosts that walked into the bag stiffened and fell to the ground as soon as they entered, then were swallowed by the darkness.
It was as if something inside the bag was attacking the entering fierce ghosts.
And to a very high terror level.
Fang Shiming took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket.
He handed one to Lin Qian.
The two lit up.
“This is a very good supernatural item—no, it should be said that the ghost modified like this is terrifying.”
Supernatural items are essentially ghosts, just turned into items, unable to move, making them safer for ghost controllers to use.
But this doesn’t change the fact that supernatural items are ghosts.
Lin Qian nodded; Ye Zhen’s bag was indeed good.
“Interesting.”
Lin Qian and Fang Shiming suddenly looked in one direction.
“A person mixed in with the ghosts, and a ghost controller at that.”
Their gazes pierced through the darkness, among those approaching fierce ghosts one by one.
A one-armed young man stood out conspicuously.
Fang Shiming exhaled a puff of smoke, “Da Zhou City person in charge, Liu Ping.”
Lin Qian: “You know him?”
Fang Shiming shook his head, “Don’t know him, but I saw his file before coming.”
Although headquarters had fallen, the database and file library had not.
Professor Wang was still using them.
He could easily check headquarters’ data and files.
“This person coming here, I’m surprised, but it’s also reasonable.”
“Liu Ping, the info on his file is very strange—no code name, no record of fierce ghosts.”
“He must have hidden his strength.”
“Before, he was probably in Da Jing City too; he was lucky to survive.”
Lin Qian quickly recalled the previous situation; during the final evacuation of Da Jing City, this person hadn’t appeared.
This meant this person had escaped Da Jing City on his own.
“Looks like he has pretty good strength.”
Lin Qian said.
Among the fierce ghosts, Liu Ping vigilantly watched his surroundings.
He had been walking for a while, and the surrounding fierce ghosts were increasing, finally so many that it made his scalp tingle.
What exactly was going on?
Why were so many ghosts gathering?
Do ghosts hold meetings too?
Just imagining a group of brainless ghosts sitting together in a meeting made him shudder.
This scene was a bit too comical.
What exactly were these ghosts going to do?
Suddenly, a pale light appeared ahead.
The light was flickering.
It seemed like the glow from lit candles.
Is this candlelight?
Liu Ping frowned slightly.
When he got closer, he finally saw clearly what was ahead.
After seeing clearly what was ahead, he opened his mouth, “This is…”
In the darkness, inside a strangely stretched bag, six white candles emitted pale candlelight.
The fierce ghosts seemed pulled like magnets, walking towards the bag one by one.
And next to this eerie bag was a young man with arms crossed, looking arrogant.
Who is that?
“Are you human or ghost?”
“If ghost, walk in; if human, get the hell out—can’t you see this is a place for ghosts to enter?”
Ye Zhen spotted Liu Ping mixed in with the fierce ghosts at a glance.
This idiot really didn’t value his own life.
Is this something a human can enter?
Hearing a living person’s voice, Liu Ping suspected he had misheard.
A living person?
“You are…”
Liu Ping looked at Ye Zhen in confusion, then very sensibly left the ghost group and stood roadside.
Ye Zhen ignored Liu Ping completely, continuing to watch the approaching fierce ghosts ahead.
“There are quite a few ghosts.”
Ye Zhen turned his head and said.
“How many more can your bag hold?”
Lin Qian’s voice sounded.
Liu Ping was suddenly startled; there were more people?
He quickly looked over; roadside, two people sat there, puffing smoke.
Extremely calm and composed.
Even as ghosts passed by them, they acted as if they saw nothing.
Treating the fierce ghosts as nothing.
Liu Ping swallowed, looking at these three.
All three were very young…
This composure.
“You are Lin Qian, Fang Shiming, Ye Zhen?”
Liu Ping asked uncertainly.
“You know us?”
Ye Zhen immediately looked at Liu Ping.
Liu Ping suddenly felt chills down his spine.
“I’m the Da Zhou City person in charge, Liu Ping.”
“I came here to handle this supernatural event; now half of Da Zhou City is covered by ghost domain.”
“So, I came.”
Liu Ping hurriedly explained.
Ye Zhen nodded upon hearing this, then turned back to stare at the fierce ghosts.
“Ghost domain invaded outside?”
“Any casualties?”
Lin Qian suddenly asked.
“No, it just covered the city, didn’t attack living people.”
Liu Ping quickly said.
Fang Shiming flicked his cigarette ash, “Just ghost domain, not too serious yet.”
“What’s with your arm?”
All the ghost controllers they met here were dead.
Living people were dead too.
Only the three of them remained.
But the ghosts they encountered didn’t feel too terrifying, couldn’t harm them much.
There were many ghosts here, but the truly terrifying ones hadn’t appeared yet.
Logically, ghost controllers with a bit of strength shouldn’t end up like this.
Liu Ping looked at his severed arm and sighed.
“On the way here, I encountered a female ghost in a red wedding dress; she was being led by two fierce ghosts holding candles.”
“I thought she was the source, tried to detain her, but failed and lost an arm.”
Red wedding dress female ghost?
Fang Shiming looked at Lin Qian.
“Probably the ghost in the white coffin from the Li family house.”
“We detained a white wedding dress ghost.”
“The two ghosts complement each other; now that the white wedding dress ghost is detained, it’s normal for that one to come out.”
“Now I’m just worried that ghost will come find me.”
Lin Qian said calmly.
One red, one white, both from the same place—if there were no issues, that would be impossible.
“Whatever, if we encounter it later, just detain it directly; just one ghost, can’t make waves.”
Fang Shiming said calmly.
Liu Ping listened, not knowing how to evaluate.
He had nearly died at that ghost’s hands, yet these two didn’t care about its terror and casually talked about detaining it.
“That, although I don’t know what’s going on, but on my way here, I encountered something strange.”
Liu Ping felt that the weirdness here was beyond what he could handle.
He told them what he encountered at the graveyard.
Lin Qian and Fang Shiming exchanged a glance.
“What an old antique; knowing it can’t fool us, it goes to fool others.”
Fang Shiming’s gaze darkened.
“Confirmed, that old guy is no good; it wants to come out.”
A terrifying ghost wanted out, and that ghost might have inherited part of the Republic of China old man’s memory.
Gaining the ability to speak.
“You kid, smart—even fooling ghosts.”
Liu Ping felt a bit awkward.
Anyone would find it hard to believe such a thing.
He wasn’t an idiot.
“Ye Zhen, how many more can your bag hold.”
The two stood up and asked.
“No problem holding all the ghosts here, but can’t hold them too long, or they’ll all be pieced together as puzzle pieces by this bag.”
Ye Zhen said.
“Time.”
Ye Zhen thought for a moment, “Seems like a day’s time.”
One day?
Lin Qian calculated, “Stop packing them; suppress all the ghosts, leave them here; we’ll go find that old antique.”
Ye Zhen’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.
Without hesitation, he directly took out the ghost candles from the bag, then with a wave, the bag shrank rapidly, grabbed by him and rehung at his waist.
Then, Ye Zhen cracked his neck, and the ghost candles instantly went out, tossed aside casually.
In the blink of an eye, Liu Ping felt the surrounding environment change.
Danger, extreme danger.
Without the ghost candles’ attraction, the fierce ghosts lost their target, so they became the targets.
In an instant, various supernatural attacks triggered.
Liu Ping felt chills down his spine.
“Faster.”
The three instantly acted.
The most primitive, most brutal method was displayed by Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen punched one fierce ghost after another.
Hit fierce ghosts flew back directly, rolled a few times on the ground, then stopped moving.
Supernatural directly went dormant.
Fang Shiming sent gusts of chilling wind blowing around.
Fierce ghosts hit by the chilling wind had their supernatural visibly suppressed.
Lin Qian’s shadow under his feet suddenly writhed.
Immediately after, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly; Liu Ping terrifiedly found that he, a ghost controller, felt cold—bone-chilling cold.
Crack crack crack~!
Eerie things happened; one by one, ice crystals climbed up the fierce ghosts’ feet, spreading rapidly—in the blink of an eye, the fierce ghosts were frozen, becoming ice sculptures.
In just three minutes, Ye Zhen shook out his fists and walked out of the darkness, “All gone.”
Fang Shiming withdrew his supernatural.
At this moment, the three looked at Liu Ping.
Liu Ping was somewhat numb, looking at the fierce ghosts around.
Were these three really ghost controllers?
Which ghost controller handles fierce ghosts like stepping on ants?
The ground was full of suppressed fierce ghosts.
“Lead the way.”
“We’ll go release that old guy.”
Liu Ping finally snapped back, “Ah? Release that thing?”
“Lead the way.”
Ye Zhen said calmly.
Liu Ping immediately had no issues and hurriedly walked ahead.
Crossing one by one dormant fierce ghosts, Liu Ping quickly headed towards the graveyard along the road he came.
Behind, the three bosses followed closely.
The three’s methods for handling fierce ghosts were simple and violent, no technique at all, pure stats.
With the three escorting, Liu Ping felt safer than ever for the first time.
His speed involuntarily sped up a lot.
Along the way, they encountered fierce ghosts too, but no need for Liu Ping to remind; the ghosts hit the ground instantly.
After running about ten minutes, they finally saw that graveyard.
The current graveyard was extremely eerie; all the grave mounds had caved in, tombstones severely weathered.
“This is the place?”
Ye Zhen scanned around.
“The ghosts inside all ran out, probably because we lit the ghost candles just now,” Fang Shiming said.
The graveyard was very dark, filled with eerie yin energy.
Suddenly, a figure flashed in the graveyard.
Immediately after, a point of light appeared from the side.
A sense of crisis emerged.
Lin Qian looked over; in his line of sight, three figures slowly appeared.
One man and one woman holding candles, followed by a woman in a red wedding dress.
“That’s them, careful, very terrifying!”
The moment he saw the three ghosts, Liu Ping’s heart almost stopped.
“I’m going.”
Ye Zhen stepped forward, striding straight towards the three fierce ghosts.
