Chapter 171: Constantly Bumping Into Ghosts
At the same time.
Lin Qian, who had just entered the second floor, was searching for the source of that eerie sound.
Suddenly, his expression changed abruptly.
His body flickered uncontrollably, but only flickered once before the terrifying supernatural descended, instantly suppressing the fierce ghost within him.
An unavoidable fatal attack!
His body visibly began to rot, with chunks of flesh disappearing one by one.
Lin Qian keenly sensed a ghost tearing and devouring his flesh.
He even felt countless hands reaching into his body, searching for something.
His internal organs were casually rummaged through, his flesh peeled back.
In just moments, Lin Qian’s entire body turned into a bloody, mangled mess.
“Damn it!”
Lin Qian realized he couldn’t substitute death for all of this supernatural attack.
This supernatural was like continuous output, growing more terrifying nonstop.
Couldn’t rely on substitute death anymore.
The next moment, Lin Qian’s figure became illusory.
Time was plundered.
Lin Qian underwent a restart.
But strangely, even after the restart, the supernatural was still attacking him.
Lin Qian dropped to his knees on the ground with a thud.
His consciousness, his body, and the ghost on him were all being attacked at this moment.
The intense pain in his body couldn’t affect him, but the attack on his consciousness was unavoidable.
Even with substitute death ability, he could only barely substitute death for this supernatural from an unknown source.
“Damn it!”
Lin Qian suddenly looked up, his forehead ghost eye abruptly opening. The next moment, Lin Qian underwent a restart.
A void enveloped Lin Qian, and in an instant, the supernatural on him was directly erased.
At the same time, Lin Qian suddenly heard something snapping in his ear.
Simultaneously, he felt his body become somewhat lighter.
But before Lin Qian could think about what happened.
The eerie sound from before suddenly rang out from above his head.
Lin Qian abruptly looked up.
He saw a dried corpse-like body crawling on the ceiling.
Then it lunged fiercely at him.
And at the moment it lunged, Lin Qian had just looked up, his forehead ghost eye directly meeting this dried corpse.
In an instant, the dried corpse vanished, and a large hole was torn in the ceiling.
Lin Qian frowned slightly, his forehead ghost eye slowly closing.
Supernatural suppression.
Lin Qian’s body rapidly recovered. “What the hell?”
Was that dried corpse just now the source of the attack on him?
No, it shouldn’t be.
Lin Qian withdrew his gaze, paying no attention to that ghost from moments ago.
That wave of attack just now gave him a feeling of impending death.
Supernatural invasion of his body, searching for something inside him.
What was in his body?
Of course, a ghost.
Did the other side want the fierce ghost inside him?
Thinking of this, Lin Qian instantly realized who was attacking him.
His gaze turned cold, and he turned to walk downstairs.
Meanwhile, in a eerie ancestral hall at this time.
The stone door closed with a silent thud.
Ye Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and patted his back.
It felt like something had just kicked him.
This was indeed an ancestral hall.
Ye Zhen turned around and began to observe the situation before him.
There were candle stands on either side of the door, with two red candles emitting faint light.
The light illuminated Ye Zhen, his shadow stretching from the doorway far into the front.
The light seemed to come from behind Ye Zhen.
The ancestral hall was very dim, and with only two candles lit, Ye Zhen couldn’t fully see the layout here.
But ahead, the densely packed spirit tablets on the ancestral hall, and that old man sitting on a grand tutor’s chair—head bowed, emaciated, skin covered in corpse spots—Ye Zhen saw clearly.
This seemed to be an old man who had been dead for a long time.
Wearing a black death robe.
Hands resting on the chair’s armrests, head drooping, sparse dry hair.
“Ghost?”
Ye Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at his own shadow.
The shadow was stretched very long, reaching right to the old man’s feet.
“It’s a ghost.”
Ye Zhen rubbed his hands. Deal with this place, tear it down, go out and find whatever ghost kicked him.
He had to kick back.
But the moment Ye Zhen moved.
Rip~!
Ye Zhen’s pupils contracted instantly.
His head, body, and limbs suddenly sprouted blood holes.
His skin began to rot, flesh torn off in chunks and vanishing into thin air.
Crunch, crunch~!
Hair-raising chewing sounds echoed around, dense and numerous.
At the same time, his stomach was torn open, intestines eerily yanked out.
His internal organs were all pulled out, as if something inside Ye Zhen was searching for something.
Thud~!
A pair of ashen eyes dropped to the ground.
Bounced twice, then vanished instantly.
“Heh heh~!”
At this moment, Ye Zhen was a bloody mess, bones exposed.
But he revealed a eerie smile.
The next moment, supernatural outburst. Ye Zhen’s body visibly began to recover.
Terrifying supernatural erupted in the ancestral hall.
Ye Zhen stared dead ahead at the corpse sitting on the grand tutor’s chair.
The corpse suddenly twitched, its drooping head slowly lifting.
Then, this corpse’s feet slowly descended from the grand tutor’s chair, stepping onto the ground.
Stepping into Ye Zhen’s shadow.
Ye Zhen’s eyes narrowed instantly. Thud~!
Blood sprayed, Ye Zhen’s head exploded directly.
The headless corpse staggered but steadied itself in place.
Blood dripped, red and white matter splattered in the ancestral hall.
Bringing a thick stench of blood.
But at this moment, terrifying supernatural enveloped the entire ancestral hall.
Wind howled.
Fang Shiming narrowed his eyes slightly, holding a rusty pair of scissors, looking at the snapped red thread and that eerie scene before him.
“Liu Ping’s attack is well hidden.”
“But thanks to you, I discovered the medium from the fierce ghost on me.”
Fang Shiming put away the ghost scissors. He had a medium on him, so inevitably, Lin Qian and Ye Zhen would too.
Looking at the other end of that medium.
Liu Ping had confronted the source ghost.
But somehow, Liu Ping’s attack reached them.
Fang Shiming saw clearly: the source ghost held three puppets in its hand, puppets very similar to the three of them.
His and Ye Zhen’s puppets were the most similar.
Lin Qian’s puppet was only about thirty to forty percent similar.
“Need to find Lin Qian and Ye Zhen quickly.”
Fang Shiming knew that without helping remove the mediums on them, they would remain in constant danger.
Knowing what he needed to do.
Fang Shiming glanced at the fierce ghost in the distance, which looked like a zombie.
At this moment, that fierce ghost had hands for hands, a head for head, feet for feet, and a disgusting tumor on its chest wriggling nonstop, burrowing inward.
Fang Shiming estimated the time: at most a dozen minutes, and the tumor would burrow into the fierce ghost’s body.
Thus, Fang Shiming left directly.
Soon, Fang Shiming disappeared into the darkness.
Meanwhile at this moment.
Liu Ping vigilantly watched Yang Jian.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming about to make a move.
Thud~!
But at that moment, a crisp sound rang out.
Both turned their heads, somewhat surprised.
They saw three red threads on the source ghost’s hand snap abruptly.
Then, the puppet very similar to Fang Shiming actually fell down.
The puppet hadn’t touched the ground before turning to ashes and disappearing.
“This is…” Liu Ping frowned slightly.
Yang Jian’s eyes flickered. “The curse is lifted. Ghost scissors?”
Fang Shiming’s curse medium had been severed.
As far as he knew, only a few supernatural items could sever a fierce ghost curse medium of this level.
Of course, some fierce ghosts could too.
And here, owned by Fang Shiming.
That had to be the ghost scissors.
Yang Jian looked at the source ghost.
The moment the puppet representing Fang Shiming vanished.
The source ghost, like a girl, moved.
Seeing this, Yang Jian smiled. “I’m out. I don’t want your ghost.”
Leaving those words, Yang Jian turned and left decisively.
Liu Ping remained vigilant toward Yang Jian, but as Yang Jian left, Liu Ping focused more on the source ghost.
Restart, and able to replace his own attacks outward.
This kind of ghost, he seemed to have no way to handle.
Moreover, at this moment, the fierce ghost moved. It stood up, seemingly ignoring him directly, walking toward a certain place.
It seemed someone there had triggered its killing pattern.
Cough cough~!
A coughing sound suddenly rang out.
So close, right behind him.
Liu Ping’s expression darkened. He wanted to turn back, but it was too late.
A sudden chill from behind, a pair of pale hands quietly wrapped around his neck.
Liu Ping frowned slightly. That source ghost had disappeared.
His back felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
A pair of pale arms, abnormally cold.
The red threads on the fingers and the remaining two puppets were so conspicuous.
“It’s targeting me now?”
Liu Ping’s brows relaxed.
His figure instantly turned to starlight.
But that source ghost vanished in this moment too.
When Liu Ping reappeared, his expression was extremely grim.
“Trouble.”
The pale hands were still on his neck.
The weight on him grew heavier.
Liu Ping uncontrollably bent slightly at the waist.
The ghost was increasing its own weight.
“You really think this can kill me?”
Liu Ping’s expression turned cold. The next moment, a star in the sky suddenly dimmed.
Liu Ping took a step forward, then turned back.
That terrifying fierce ghost like a girl stood motionless in place.
Liu Ping chuckled, his figure rapidly disappearing.
And at that very moment, the stars rapidly vanished.
Starlight receded.
But in the once-again pitch-black sky, a single star faintly gleamed.
A star that could only be seen with peripheral vision.
At this moment.
Lin Qian walked out of the first floor into the courtyard.
Lin Qian, who had just wanted to leave, suddenly paused.
He stared at the doorway, feeling something off.
“Knock knock~! Knock knock~!”
Four knocks suddenly rang out.
Lin Qian was stunned, thinking someone was knocking.
But he quickly realized.
This was definitely not someone knocking.
Lin Qian stayed vigilant.
With the premise of the knocking ghost, he was very wary of any knocking sounds, almost as much as Yang Jian.
But close.
Knock knock~! Knock knock~!
The knocking sounded again.
The sound was silent and low, like a dead man standing at the doorway, stiffly knocking with one hand.
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes slightly. There were really many ghosts in this place.
Ran into one inside the house, and immediately hit another outside.
But it seemed this knocking wasn’t affecting him.
The ghost didn’t kill via knocking sounds.
Lin Qian walked to the front door and raised his foot to kick.
But the next moment, he sensed a crisis.
His pupils contracted slightly. It seemed if he kicked, he would face extreme danger.
Lin Qian frowned at his raised foot.
Bang~!
The door shattered instantly.
Lin Qian slowly lowered his foot, now twisted into a mangled mass. In a blink, the foot had fractured and twisted into a meatball.
But the next moment, his foot regrew.
The door cracked open. Through the crack, Lin Qian saw what was behind.
It was a figure with bluish-black skin all over.
The figure’s head hung low, tall and thin.
Very tall. From the crack, he only saw the body; the chin was nearly at the top of the door, barely visible.
This was a ghost.
The ghost stood at the doorway, hand at the very top of the door, still in the knocking pose.
“So… tall.”
Lin Qian exhaled.
If he had encountered this ghost before, he would have turned and run without hesitation.
Joking aside, one of his legs had already turned into a twisted meatball.
Yeah, still fresh, right on the ground.
But now…
“Not bad ability, pretty much as I guessed.”
Lin Qian reached out a hand. With a crack, he pierced straight through the door and grabbed the fierce ghost.
In an instant, before the supernatural could attack, his ability activated.
A eerie black mist instantly engulfed this tall, thin terrifying fierce ghost.
The black mist, like highly corrosive sulfuric acid, rapidly dissolved the fierce ghost.
Then, along Lin Qian’s arm, it merged into his body.
In less than a few seconds, that tall fierce ghost disappeared.
And at that moment, the door rapidly rotted and aged.
With a boom.
The wall directly weathered and collapsed.
Lin Qian remained calm. After understanding this ghost’s ability, he knew why kicking the door would trigger an attack.
The ability was simple: knocking. But knocking didn’t kill; it killed those who touched the door after.
Also, anything connected to the door like walls—touching them triggered attack, turning the person into a meatball.
“Another S-level fierce ghost.”
Lin Qian waved his hand, dispersing the mist before him.
Clack clack clack~!
Before Lin Qian could catch his breath.
Outside the door, footsteps suddenly sounded, along with a clattering noise.
Like someone carrying a bucket, the contents sloshing against the bucket walls.
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes slightly. “Again?”
At this moment, on the small path at the doorway, from the darkness, a figure wearing a conical hat emerged, carrying something Lin Qian didn’t quite recognize.
Only when closer did Lin Qian hear clearly: that clattering wasn’t things colliding.
It was meatballs bubbling in boiling water.
This seemed to be a vendor, selling meatballs.
But these meatballs looked more and more familiar the longer he stared.
Lin Qian subconsciously glanced at the meatball his foot had become on the ground.
He fell slightly silent.
