Chapter 87: Ghost Soil For Houses, Raising Ghosts For Pigs
Only to see in that well, countless clumps of viscous dark shadows entwining with each other, constantly struggling while soaked in the weird well water.
The first feeling those wriggling clumps of dark shadows gave Jiang Shan was exactly the same as the dark shadows in the Ghost Porcelain Woman’s porcelain bottle that could “walk” out fierce ghosts!
“If that’s really the case, doesn’t that mean this well is full of ghosts?!” Jiang Shan was horrified in his heart.
Back then, just one Wooden Fish Ghost had nearly driven him to a desperate situation.
And that seemingly unremarkable Ghost Footprint surprisingly couldn’t be effectively suppressed even by three ghosts; its terror level far exceeded Jiang Shan’s imagination.
“The well water is continuing to rise; has some kind of balance been broken? Damn it!”
Jiang Shan’s eyes narrowed as he discovered that the well mouth had already begun to overflow. The corpse water-like deep green well water emitted a nauseating stench, carrying countless wriggling dark shadows as if about to fully erupt from the bottom of the well.
According to the number of dark shadows in the well
If these dark shadows were truly as he guessed, all being ghosts, then it wouldn’t be long before this supernatural land was filled with fierce ghosts!
“Go to the Ghost Bus? No, if the Ghost Bus is still in flame out state, going there is a dead end, not to mention the Wooden Fish Ghost is still beside the Ghost Bus—I can’t even get out!”
At this moment, Jiang Shan was drenched in cold sweat. He picked up the dead machine Riding Ghost from the ground and glanced at the deepest part of the woods, thinking to himself:
“If I go further into the depths of the Ghost Soil, there really won’t be any way back.”
Looking at that cluster of buildings like a rural pig slaughterhouse, Jiang Shan’s heart always surged with strong unease.
He guessed that the two ghosts with the killing pattern of certain death if suspended in midair and certain death if leaving were most likely there!
Because the closer he got to there, the stronger the chilling supernatural erosion became.
Jiang Shan didn’t want to pin his hopes on something so uncertain, but now…
As the green corpse water continued to gush out, two fist-sized dark shadows fell on both sides of the well.
The moment they landed, the dark shadows began to spread rapidly, like a wrinkled curtain unfolding, with darkness devouring outward from the center of the dark shadows.
This was exactly the same as the manifestation when the Wooden Fish Ghost appeared back then!
In just a few minutes, an unknown fierce ghost would walk out from the dark shadow.
And such dark shadows from which ghosts could walk out—there were already dozens of them on the ground now, and with the passage of time, there would be more and more; Jiang Shan had no idea how many.
“Go deeper into the Ghost Soil; compared to the Ghost Bus, there is more likely a sliver of chance to survive there.”
“Since this place was most likely a supernatural land crafted by those people from the Republic of China, and before we arrived it hadn’t shown any obvious signs of losing control, it seems there are still some countermeasures left by those people, and the most likely place is there.”
Jiang Shan’s gaze was grave; now he had to make a choice.
In a supernatural event, one wrong step meant death, and for him, from the moment he stepped into the range of the Ghost Soil, he had no way back.
This was also why, after learning the killing pattern of “certain death if leaving,” both Jiang Shan and Ren Ying independently had the thought of killing the other.
When people face known despair, their behavior becomes incomparably mad.
Compared to suffering that unknown decapitation attack, Jiang Shan was more willing to venture into the depths of the Ghost Soil.
He didn’t believe that in a man-made supernatural land with such a complete process of “delivering ghost,” “suppression ghost,” and “restriction ghost,” the person in charge running it wouldn’t leave any countermeasures.
Even if the person in charge here was already dead, leaving only a corpse, Jiang Shan dared to use its corpse to kill a way to survive!
Decisively, Jiang Shan picked up the rusty chain from the ground and dragged Zhang Dongxing’s body toward the depths of the Ghost Soil.
The woods were just ordinary woods; the weirdness Jiang Shan initially felt on the Ghost Bus didn’t come from here.
The source of that weirdness was actually the Ghost Soil under his feet!
Starting from the outskirts of the village, the terror level of the Ghost Soil actually deepened layer by layer.
Village outskirts—layer one Ghost Soil.
Near the wooden house—layer two Ghost Soil.
Deep in the woods—layer three Ghost Soil.
At the beginning, whether releasing Ghost Domain or the fierce ghosts inside everyone, none were affected by the Ghost Soil.
But as everyone went deeper, not only did the Ghost Soil gain the killing pattern of certain death if leaving, but now as Jiang Shan walked on the Ghost Soil, that supernatural suppression as terrifying as the Ghost Bus surprisingly calmed the four restless fierce ghosts in his body!
“Brother Jiang, do you think we can still walk out alive? If I die, what about my whole family? I just bought a domestic 3A masterpiece and haven’t played it yet.” Zhang Dongxing, following behind Jiang Shan, said with a face full of despair.
As early as a few minutes after Jiang Shan dragged Zhang Dongxing into the woods, he had awakened from his coma.
He was painfully awakened by his head bumping on the ground while being dragged.
“We might survive, but if you act on your own again, or spout more nonsense, I guarantee you’ll die.” Jiang Shan said coldly.
Zhang Dongxing’s Luck Ghost, for a team, was almost like adding a “luck buff” to everyone in the team.
When facing ghosts whose killing had no reason, how was luck not important.
If back then the Mummy Bride’s attack target wasn’t Zhang Hao, but Yang Jian?
Yang Jian, who had controlled only two ghosts at that time, fundamentally couldn’t have survived the Mummy Bride’s attack.
So Jiang Shan cared relatively more about Zhang Dongxing, but because of the Luck Ghost, Zhang Dongxing lacked the maturity expected of an adult.
He was becoming more and more like a child.
Feeling Jiang Shan’s gaze filled with killing intent, Zhang Dongxing shuddered in fear and said softly:
“I got it; I won’t run around anymore.”
Clearly, Jiang Shan had seen the end of that cluster of buildings through the woods at a glance, but it took him nearly half an hour walking along the path in the woods to vaguely see that “slaughterhouse” around a corner.
Before even exiting the woods, a thick bloody smell assaulted his nostrils. Jiang Shan furrowed his brows tightly and quickly stepped out of the woods, squinting his eyes to survey the surroundings.
The so-called “slaughterhouse” was located at the foot of a hill.
Its area was about four or five hundred square meters. Directly in front of Jiang Shan, about two hundred meters away, there was an old mud house plastered with blood mud on a slope. This mud house had no roof and was entirely a weird bright red.
If Jiang Shan wasn’t mistaken, the mud used to build the mud house was the Ghost Soil under his feet.
“Ghost Soil for a house?”
Not far from the east side of the mud house was the pigsty that Jiang Shan had seen from the Ghost Bus back then, built with stone bricks. Other than having no windows, there were no other abnormalities.
As Jiang Shan approached slowly with full vigilance, when he was about ten meters away from the pigsty, an unprecedented chill rushed straight to the top of his head.
Even if ten Knocking Ghosts stood in front of Jiang Shan releasing supernatural power together, he wouldn’t be this terrified.
“This pigsty is raising ghosts! Either it’s raising many ghosts inside, or it’s raising one extremely terrifying ghost!”
Calming down, Jiang Shan furrowed his brows tightly.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, a terrified voice suddenly rang out:
“Brother Jiang! You… there’s someone behind you!”
