Chapter 221: Hanging Corpse
“Not a very good feeling.”
Inside the Ghost Painting, a mottled wall suddenly began to wriggle.
Immediately after, two figures appeared.
The figures were just like an oil painting.
But at this moment, the figures strangely extended arms from the wall.
Then, the two walked out from it.
“Being able to enter is already pretty good.”
“The supernatural event in Da Jing City caused an extremely terrifying existence to appear inside the Ghost Painting.”
“Now even the Painter cannot enter. This time we could enter because someone used a very eerie thing to open the medium.”
“The Painter was then able to send us in.”
The woman moved her neck a bit. Coming in through the channel opened by the Painter was indeed not a good experience.
“What do we do now?”
Xu Ming looked at this lifeless city, a hint of complexity in his eyes.
“No need to do anything. That existence will come find us itself.”
The woman said indifferently.
Xu Ming’s gaze flashed, “Is that so?”
At this moment.
Inside Ping An Mansion.
The location where Xu Zhou had appeared before.
In the dim environment, a sound of footsteps suddenly rang out.
A tall figure carrying a rusty nail walked out from the darkness.
The figure paused slightly, tilted its head slightly, revealing a face with a smile.
“Oh? Two waves at once?”
“Which way should I leave?”
The face full of smiles did not speak.
The one speaking was another face, a crying face.
Looking closely, this person actually had three faces.
One smiling face, one crying face, and one face covered by a newspaper.
“Interesting.”
The figure quickly moved away, footsteps heading downstairs.
Now, underground.
The moment Xu Zhou bombarded the door, inside, on a golden coffin, there was a spirit tablet placed.
With the loud noise, the portrait on the spirit tablet suddenly moved its eyes.
The second loud noise rang out.
Then it quickly disappeared.
Supernatural appeared, and the figure’s eyes on the spirit tablet instantly recovered to their previous state.
“Very clean. The Starving Ghost probably came out from here back then.”
Xu Zhou checked the situation here; it was spotless, with no supernatural items left.
“Not exactly. The supernatural items here were cleared out by us.”
Wang Xiao Ming said.
“The Starving Ghost escaped from the place where fierce ghosts are detained. At that time, the Starving Ghost might have eaten quite a few ghosts.”
Hearing this, Xu Zhou immediately understood, “No wonder I heard that Fang Shiming and the others failed to detain the Starving Ghost back then.”
“No way around it. Fang Shiming and the others at the time couldn’t contend with the Starving Ghost.”
A ghost with no limit—what that meant was self-evident.
“Found it.”
Xu Zhou instantly locked onto the thing he was looking for.
A spirit tablet.
He did not see Guo Fan’s corpse.
“No Guo Fan corpse seen, only a spirit tablet. However, this spirit tablet is the thing I’m looking for.”
Hearing this, Wang Xiao Ming said, “That’s Guo Fan’s ghost.”
“I know.”
Xu Zhou appeared in front of the spirit tablet.
He directly reached out to grab it.
But at that instant, the coffin below suddenly opened.
Immediately after, the spirit tablet disappeared, and a pale hand grabbed Xu Zhou’s arm.
A head popped out, along with a pale face.
A pair of lifeless eyes stared deadly at Xu Zhou.
Xu Zhou’s gaze sharpened, “Guo Fan, you’re still alive?”
“Who are you?”
“I think I heard Professor Wang’s voice. Did Professor Wang send you to save me?”
Guo Fan stared deadly at Xu Zhou, but the force in his hand kept increasing.
Xu Zhou’s gaze fell on Guo Fan’s hand.
“Professor Wang, Guo Fan wants to kill me.”
Wang Xiao Ming: “???”
Li Jun: “Take him out.”
Guo Fan: “???”
“Got it.”
Terrifying supernatural instantly suppressed over. Guo Fan’s expression turned to terror in an instant.
“No, misunderstanding!”
But it was already too late. The terrifying supernatural directly suppressed all of Guo Fan’s supernatural.
With supernatural suppressed, Guo Fan’s eyes closed, and he was gone.
Xu Zhou tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.
Would Guo Fan die?
Xu Zhou completely ignored it and directly put Guo Fan’s corpse into the Ghost Bag.
Then he took out that imitation coffin nail, opened Ghost Domain, and headed straight for that village fused with the Headquarters Building.
Outside the village.
Xu Zhou appeared and directly broke in.
Only after entering did he discover that inside was actually a spirit hall.
A coffin was placed in the center of the spirit hall.
It was a large black lacquered coffin.
A spirit tablet was placed on the coffin.
On the spirit tablet was a man in a suit with a beaming smile.
The moment Xu Zhou saw this coffin and spirit tablet, he immediately felt immense pressure.
He stared at the man on the spirit tablet; the more he looked, the creepier it felt.
The man in the photo seemed not to be one person’s face, but pieced together from dozens or hundreds of people’s faces.
Looked at individually, every part was extremely perfect.
Put together, it looked extremely demonic, but on close inspection, it felt out of place.
Xu Zhou had read the Ghost Messenger’s file and also the previous mission files and process for Huang Gang Village.
So he knew very well what this situation was.
He quickly scanned the surroundings, and soon, he saw his target.
On the beam outside the spirit hall, a corpse in a detective uniform was hanging from a black hemp rope on the beam.
The corpse’s head hung low, skin blackened and rotten, hands naturally drooping, but feet with toes pointing to the ground.
Xu Zhou looked at this corpse, feeling a chill creep up his spine for no reason.
“Professor Wang, I feel something’s very off. I see the target, but it feels very dangerous.”
Hearing this, Wang Xiao Ming’s heart sank: “Very dangerous?”
“Yes, a chilling feeling.”
“In front of me is a spirit hall, inside the spirit hall is a coffin, on the coffin is a spirit tablet.”
“Then on the beam outside, hanging is a corpse in a detective uniform.”
Xu Zhou described the situation here.
Wang Xiao Ming listened and frowned slightly.
“Take a photo and send it to me.”
Xu Zhou immediately took his mobile phone and snapped a photo of the corpse, then another of the spirit hall.
Wang Xiao Ming received the photos.
He hurriedly looked at them.
In the dim environment, that corpse was like a black shadow, hanging in the air.
Head hanging low, hands naturally drooping, toes pointing to the ground.
Wang Xiao Ming frowned slightly, then looked at the spirit hall photo.
The more he looked, the more something felt off.
“What did the coffin and spirit tablet feel like to you?”
“Pressure, a huge pressure, but no chilling feeling.”
Xu Zhou quickly answered.
Hearing this, Wang Xiao Ming quickly began to think.
“Wait a moment.”
Wang Xiao Ming held his mobile phone and began searching on the official website for photos of hanging deaths.
After comparing many photos of hanging deaths.
Wang Xiao Ming fell into confusion.
“Professor Wang, did you find something?”
Xu Zhou asked.
“Hold on, don’t touch that corpse yet.”
Wang Xiao Ming felt something was very wrong.
