Chapter 133: You Think I’m Scared Stiff?
Just as Qin Xi was detaining the ghosts around them that had been suppressed by the Ghost Characters, a sudden voice made him furrow his brows.
Looking toward the source of the voice,
he saw in the nearby woods a group of people with panicked expressions on their faces, looking at that blood-colored humanoid figure with faces full of terror.
“Ordinary people? No, there should be a Ghost Wielder among them, otherwise it’s hard for ordinary people alone to form a group of this scale.”
Qin Xi glanced at the crowd, counted the number of people—there were thirteen in total—and inferred in his mind.
“Shut up!”
Hearing the noisy screams around him, Qin Xi shouted angrily.
Seeing it had no effect, he raised the Severed Scythe and pointed it at the crowd, saying:
“Whoever makes another noise, I’ll kill him first!”
The chilling and Weirdness emanating from the sickle made everyone’s hearts chill, and feeling Qin Xi’s gaze filled with killing intent, they all chose to shut their mouths without prior agreement.
The only exception among this group was a handsome middle-aged man, who looked at Brother Jiang with a face full of surprise and quickly walked toward him.
At a certain instant,
that middle-aged man seemed to recall some heartbreaking matter, and with a sorrowful expression, he said:
“Brother Jiang. How did you end up here too? I shouldn’t have let you come visit! My wife and child both died at the hands of that ghost. I hate it!”
As Zhang Dongxing spoke to this point, he could no longer suppress his grief. He had only stayed here one night, and his wife and child had all died at the hands of the ghost wandering in the center of the park.
If not for the Luck Ghost, he probably would have died eight hundred times over by now.
Even though he had followed what Brother Jiang once told him:
“Find the Ghost’s Killing Pattern, and as long as you avoid triggering it, you won’t suffer a Ghost Attack.”
Run to death, sudden death, pain to death.
That ghost’s killing method was too terrifying. So many people had died, but Zhang Dongxing had never figured out what the ghost’s killing pattern really was.
Brother Jiang looked at the disheveled middle-aged man who had walked up to him. Before he could even ask, he heard Zhang Dongxing’s voice ring out.
His voice carried pain and sadness, but even more so, calmness:
“Brother Jiang, it’s my fault you got dragged into this. Brother, I’m sorry. I know saying this now is useless. I’ll tell you everything I know. If you can escape, get out of here fast. This place is too terrifying!”
As he spoke, Zhang Dongxing’s whole body began to tremble slightly. He took a deep breath and continued:
“After you left, I’ve figured out most of the ability of the ghost in my body. As long as I activate its ability, in many cases a weird force will change some things, and this change influences things in a positive direction.”
“After my family and I arrived here, I immediately activated the Luck Ghost ability on the whole family. At first, we were fairly safe in this park. We didn’t encounter any ghosts in the first half of the night.”
“But in the second half of the night, many ghosts suddenly appeared out of nowhere in this park. They were like herding us—I and my family were driven by them to the center of the park.”
Suddenly,
Zhang Dongxing’s whole body bristled with goosebumps. He pointed a trembling finger at the figure behind Brother Jiang and said:
“Run! Brother Jiang, there are ghosts all behind you!!!”
Brother Jiang, who was listening to the information, heard this and abruptly turned his head. The scene he saw also made his expression change.
He saw in the dense woods behind him.
Countless Black Figures like a tide had flooded the woods.
At the same time, a dense cacophony of footsteps sounded like a haunted tune played on a broken piano, each note landing on everyone’s hearts.
“So many ghosts?!”
Seeing the scene of the Hundred Ghosts surging in the woods, Qin Xi’s heart pounded wildly.
The footsteps grew clearer; the sound of the surging Ghost Tide moving through the woods was like a death knell drawn out on a hoarse, broken-string violin.
The Hundred Ghosts were heading toward them!
Around the park, countless Dark Shadows surged densely, the Supernatural emanated by countless Fierce Ghosts even dimming the light and lowering the temperature.
The ordinary people who had come with Zhang Dongxing were now all pale-faced and trembling.
Although most of the ordinary people present were terrified, not one of them panicked and fled. Most of their gazes were focused on Zhang Dongxing.
If nothing unexpected happened, he was the Ghost Wielder leading this group of ordinary people, as Qin Xi had mentioned.
And at this moment,
Whether it was Qin Xi, the captain of the former five-person Ghost Wielder squad, or Zhang Dongxing, who had led dozens of ordinary people in escaping, both their gazes were focused on one person.
Brother Jiang.
This calm-eyed, slightly youthful young man, through his various acts of fighting ghosts, had already become the hope in both their hearts.
“This group of ghosts is encircling on three sides but leaving one open. Their goal is to drive us to a certain place. It seems this is undoubtedly that man’s doing again. Where does he want to drive us?”
The moment the chaotic footsteps rang out, Brother Jiang had noticed this terrifying scene, but he showed no panic at all and continued to analyze calmly:
“These ghosts seem to be converging toward the center. Although the footsteps are getting closer, their positions haven’t changed.”
His gaze swept around,
and Brother Jiang quickly spotted the anomaly in this Ghost Tide.
Although these ghosts were approaching the crowd in an encircling trend, from the moment the Ghost Tide appeared until now, they had always been wandering in the woods.
“What is he doing?” someone in the crowd exclaimed in shock.
Brother Jiang lit the Ghost Candle and then walked calmly toward the woods in the Ghost Tide.
“Is he crazy?! Brother Zhang, let’s run! There! There are no ghosts there. Let’s run that way! Don’t let this lunatic get us all killed.”
A man in the crowd said with a face full of terror, pointing to a path not far away.
Everyone’s gazes converged in the direction the man was pointing.
In the woods surging with Darkness,
An extremely clear path appeared in everyone’s sight.
In the Darkness, the end of the path was indistinct, but the cold, pitch-black Floor Tiles seemed like a road to survival.
In the oppressive, panicked Atmosphere, most of the people present looked eagerly toward it.
If Zhang Dongxing hadn’t saved them many times before, they would have already scattered and fled there by now.
“If you want to live, stay right where you are obediently.”
Zhang Dongxing, who was watching Brother Jiang’s actions, turned to the crowd and said in an icy tone.
At this time,
Brother Jiang, holding the Ghost Candle, had already reached the front of the Ghost Tide in the woods. Looking at that faint but steady Candle Flame, the thought in his mind was confirmed:
“These ghosts are being driven, but they have some kind of Restriction. Even if that man has an Inheritance similar to a Ghost Herder, the price of herding the Hundred Ghosts is definitely not something that can be easily borne.”
“These ghosts can’t leave this woods, much less launch an Attack on people. Want to force me with ghosts? Does he think I’m scared?”
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