Chapter 189: The Village Shaped Like A Coffin
“Lin Qian and the others accidentally disrupted Old Partner’s revival plan?”
Zhang Bohua picked up the teacup, his hollow eye sockets looking at Zhang Dong.
“Mm, the first time, the two ghosts that walked out from the coffin were respectively detained by them.”
“After the mirror was burst by the thing they created, Old Partner’s backup plan activated.”
“The wedding dress ghost imitating the Ghost Bride was released and began to absorb Luo Qian Grave Soil’s supernatural properties.”
“But later, the mirror was broken, and by a twist of fate, Ye Zhen encountered that ghost, casually detained it, and handed it over to Lin Qian.”
“This forced Old Partner to change his plan and recultivate a Fierce Ghost.”
“Originally, Old Partner could have killed Lin Qian and the other two, but after Liu Ping could communicate with the stars in the sky, he directly confronted it.”
“By a twist of fate, the attack landed on Lin Qian and the other three.”
“Very coincidentally, Fang Shiming was carrying Xiao Dong’s scissors.”
“He directly cut off the puppet curse on his body.”
“Later, he also helped Lin Qian resolve the curse.”
“As for Ye Zhen, he doesn’t need to worry about any of these at all; all things under heaven can be resolved through substitute death.”
“At this point, Old Partner’s idea of turning the three into his own puppets completely fell through.”
“His own unsolvable ability also became invalid because that existence found that mirror and broke it.”
“Because of that existence, the Variable appeared.”
“To the point that later he completely ended up doing wedding dress work for others.”
Zhang Dong’s expression was calm as he gave the final verdict.
“This matter involves too many accidents.”
“It cannot be replicated, and the danger level is extremely high.”
He looked at Zhang Bohua and Luo Qian.
“Currently, there are two major hidden dangers on Lin Qian.”
“One is that hiding ‘ghost,’ and the other is when he faces a ghost from the Ghost Play Troupe in the future.”
Zhang Bohua nodded; he wasn’t very clear on the former, but he was very clear on the latter.
That ghost with infinite possibilities.
If Lin Qian took a single wrong step, everything would turn into illusion.
It would even cause an extremely major supernatural event.
“I’m unclear on the former and cannot interfere, but on the latter, I can try to help guide.”
“I already have a plan; after the trip to Bai Shui Town, if he can survive, then I will help.”
“Of course, by that time I might already be dead.”
Zhang Bohua said calmly.
An existence that cared a lot about the younger generation but was also very indifferent.
This strange contradictory psychology precisely illustrated how unstable the mind of a Ghost Controller who had lived for over a hundred years was.
“That would be best.”
Zhang Dong nodded in agreement.
Placing some insignificant chess pieces in the corners of the chessboard that might play a key role later was perfectly reasonable.
It was just a small bet anyway.
For them, it was just a bit of fun before the end.
Meng Xiaodong was like this, he was like this, Luo Qian was like this, Zhang Bohua was like this, and the deceased Luo Wensong and Li Qingzhi were even more so.
As for Zhang Youhong…
Forget it, there’s nothing to say about that thing that fears neither heaven nor earth.
Sisters are indeed only cute when they’re young; once grown, they’re not cute at all.
As soon as Zhang Dong thought about how he had been judged as a C-grade Fierce Ghost, his head started to ache.
He, Zhang Dong, a C-grade Fierce Ghost?
No words for it.
“How did Lin Qian and the others end up running off to Xiangxi?”
“Which of you did the guiding?”
Meng Xiaodong suddenly asked, her gaze sweeping back and forth among the three.
“Xiangxi?”
“They didn’t go back?”
Luo Qian was stunned.
Zhang Bohua was also stunned.
After the event ended, they hadn’t paid attention to those three little ones.
“You all don’t know?”
Meng Xiaodong was also stunned.
Zhang Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, and scenes from the past instantly appeared in his eyes.
Then the corner of his mouth twitched.
“Xiangxi has had legends of driving corpses and chasing ghosts since ancient times.”
Hearing this.
Luo Qian and Zhang Bohua thought for a moment.
Then they fell silent.
Meng Xiaodong thought for a bit, “It couldn’t be that…”
“Mm, their luck was very bad; with their Fierce Ghost abilities suppressed and the supernatural not fully revived, they were mistaken for ghosts and taken away.”
“Ye Zhen chased after, but his own abilities were similarly suppressed, unable to act.”
“These three little ones will probably have to stay in that place for a while.”
Luo Qian and Zhang Bohua exchanged a glance and shook their heads at the same time.
“When a person’s luck is down, even drinking water can clog their teeth.”
Zhang Bohua: “I remember, that place detained some ghosts.”
“There was some legend about the Cave God before.”
“Since Reform and Opening Up, that legend has gradually disappeared.”
Meng Xiaodong’s expression was disgusted, “That old pervert doing something like that is very normal.”
“Pretending to be a ghost.”
“Xiao Dong, what old pervert? I remember that old guy pursued you before, didn’t he?”
Luo Qian looked at Meng Xiaodong and said, enjoying the spectacle without minding the trouble.
“Heh.” Meng Xiaodong sneered.
Zhang Dong glanced at Luo Qian, a bit of sympathy appearing in his eyes.
Suddenly, Luo Qian jumped up, “Xiao Dong, it couldn’t be that bad, right? It was just a joke; no need to invade my past and beat me, right?”
Meng Xiaodong sneered.
Luo Qian’s old face turned a bit red.
“Looks like someone got their butt spanked again.”
As soon as Zhang Bohua said this, Luo Qian exploded.
“Nonsense, stop farting your bow-legged bullshit!”
“Then why are you so anxious?” Zhang Dong said.
“You damn!”
“…”
“It’s dark, someone is going to die again.”
Tonight’s clouds were terribly thick.
The moon couldn’t even poke its head out.
Old Hong looked at the sky, worry in his eyes.
It would be great if only some outsiders died; heaven forbid anyone from the village dies.
If they had to die, don’t let too many die.
“Old man, your village’s layout has some meaning to it, doesn’t it.”
Old Hong looked up; Ye Zhen was standing on the rooftop, overlooking the entire village.
Old Hong’s house was at the end of the village.
And the terrain was elevated.
From here overlooking, anyone with slightly normal eyesight could see the entire village.
“You saw it?”
Old Hong asked.
“It looks a bit like a coffin.”
In Ye Zhen’s eyes, the entire village’s land and houses together looked just like a closed coffin.
Mm, and it was upright.
“Looking like it is right.”
Old Hong exhaled a puff of smoke.
“If it didn’t look like it, that’s when trouble would happen.”
Plop~!
Ye Zhen jumped down from the rooftop.
“What’s the story?”
Seeing Ye Zhen jump down like it was nothing, Old Hong further understood what Ye Zhen meant by Ghost Controllers being inhuman.
“There is, but not much.”
“Tell me.”
Ye Zhen pulled over a stool and sat down.
Old Li’s wife had already gone to sleep; the car at ten tomorrow.
Someone would come to pick them up at dawn.
“What are coffins for holding?”
This was a matter of common knowledge.
So the old man answered directly.
“Dead people.”
“But what kind of dead person requires an entire village as a coffin?”
Hearing this, Ye Zhen stroked his chin.
“Old man, don’t tell me there’s actually a ghost suppressed inside the village.”
Old Hong’s gaze flickered.
“You people are indeed very sensitive to ghosts.”
Ye Zhen showed a smile and overlooked the entire village together with the old man.
The night was deep; someone was going to die.
