Chapter 37: The Coffin That Can’t Be Opened
“Yang Jian, shall we chat?”
Zhang Han from Little Strong Club caught up with Yang Jian.
Yang Jian turned his head and glanced back, somewhat curiously saying: “Zhang Han? What’s the matter?”
Zhang Han smiled; “You wanting to handle this Supernatural Event alone clearly isn’t enough ability, how about this, let’s join hands, cooperate together, how about it?”
“You’re from the Club, why not find people from the Club to cooperate with, why come to me?” Yang Jian said as he walked.
“If I want to find someone, I’d definitely find the most capable person to cooperate with, to be honest they still have a bit of a gap compared to you, I think our cooperation has the highest Success Rate.” Zhang Han said very sincerely.
Yang Jian said; “It’s too early to say that now, here is just rumored to have a Supernatural Event, whether there really is a ghost I can’t confirm now, maybe that ghost has already left Huang Gang Village, after all a ghost’s position can Change.”
“If there really is a ghost, then come talk to me about cooperation.”
Zhang Han gave an embarrassed smile: “That’s true.”
Cough, cough cough.
Just as Yang Jian and Zhang Han were chatting, suddenly a cough came from behind, very close, almost sticking to his body, and this sound was somewhat weak and powerless, like someone terminally ill.
“Who?”
Zhang Han instantly broke out in cold sweat, he turned back to look but saw no one.
He only saw an old Wooden House in the direction the sound came from.
This Wooden House was already abandoned, most of the Tiles on the Rooftop had collapsed, half the door panel was missing, inside it was dim and damp, even poultry and wild dogs were unwilling to hide in there.
“Not so unlucky, right?” Zhang Han muttered.
Yang Jian’s gaze shifted, he lifted his foot and Walked Towards that Wooden House.
……
Cough, cough cough~!
In the Spirit Hall, Lin Qian looked at the Portrait of the deceased, the more he looked, the more Weird it felt.
In the Portrait, the handsome man in a suit, if observed carefully, one would discover that his face was somewhat disharmonious.
Not noticeable if not looked at closely, but once looked at carefully, one would vaguely see different people’s faces.
Lin Qian naturally knew what was going on.
The ghost was right here, always in the Spirit Hall.
But at this moment, the other’s Killing Pattern had not been triggered, and could not be triggered.
At this moment, the number of Fierce Ghosts in the Spirit Hall exceeded the other.
Lin Qian turned back, behind him was empty, nearing evening, the host of this place didn’t know where they had gone.
No one was seen, no greeting was given, they seemed very at ease with him.
The cough that just sounded came from behind, from the direction of the sound, it was outside the door.
Only the sound was heard, no person seen.
Lin Qian withdrew his Line of Sight, his gaze fell on that large black Ghost Coffin in the Spirit Hall.
He walked over and looked at the Portrait, thought for a moment, reached out to touch it, a chill emerged from the Portrait.
But besides the cold, there was nothing else.
Lin Qian frowned, “Plunder, failed…”
This was his second time encountering a Plunder failure.
The first time was that Fierce Ghost in Da Jiang City, this time it was this Portrait.
“Incomplete? Or not there at all?”
Lin Qian withdrew his hand and came before the Coffin.
He reached out and knocked on the Coffin.
Thud thud thud~!
A dull sound rang out, like a knocking sound, echoing in the Spirit Hall.
Nothing happened.
Lin Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Plunder failed again.”
Plunder failing on the Portrait he could understand, after all, the ghost might not be in it.
But this Coffin…
This was definitely a Ghost Coffin, no mistake.
“Could it be that I can only Plunder after the Fierce Ghost returns to the Coffin?”
“Or is it because the Ghost Messenger hasn’t finished Incubation?”
He knew the Ghost Messenger hadn’t finished Incubation.
The other came out to chase people, returned, and the house was stolen.
The one who stole his house wouldn’t come out even beaten to death, and even showed a trend of competing for Control here.
Lin Qian reached out and grabbed the Coffin lid, pushed hard.
But the Coffin lid didn’t budge, as if it was nailed shut.
But the Coffin had no Nails.
Lin Qian withdrew his hand, touching his chin as he sized up this Coffin.
He looked at the Spirit Hall, white Candles burning, lighting up the surroundings.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt that when he tried to push open the Coffin, the person in the Portrait seemed to look at him.
But when he looked, the Portrait was the same as before, no Change.
“Interesting.”
Lin Qian stared at the Coffin, thought for a moment, pulled over a Chair and sat beside the Coffin.
Now there was a problem.
He took out his Mobile Phone and opened Baidu Tieba.
Then he posted a thread.
The post content was as follows:
If a person is hiding inside a Coffin and refuses to come out no matter what, what should I do to make him come out voluntarily without damaging the Coffin?
After posting, Lin Qian put down his Mobile Phone and looked at the large black Coffin beside him.
Wanting the person inside to come out seemed quite difficult, especially since he was here, the other was even less likely to come out.
Ding ling~!
Lin Qian picked up his Mobile Phone and saw someone had replied to his post.
My head can rotate 180: “666, what a genius, mom, I finally found a way to avoid bamboo shoots stir-fried with meat.”
I’m afraid half a person coming out for a stroll would scare you to death: “OP, your kid is naughty enough, listen to me, if he dares hide in a Coffin today, tomorrow he’ll dare burrow into grave mounds, this cannot be tolerated!”
Bulldozer Street Bull Warrior: “I have a plan, OP listen, first do this, then that, then this, then that, problem solved.”
Lin Qian: ……
Netizens are all talents, nothing to say.
But looking at it was still quite amusing, he continued scrolling through the replies.
Ze Wei: “Anyone up for farming pesticide?”
Sharking Little Salted Fish: “I wanna know if OP can’t get out?”
Longevity: “Drag his family outside the Coffin for live sacrifice, bet he comes out, or smoke him out, or steam the Coffin, bet he comes out.”
October Flying Snow: “Seen plenty of King of Hell, first time seeing a living one, 666.”
Lin Qian looked at Longevity’s reply and drew in a cold breath, this kid was a promising talent!
Good method, but useless here.
Flower Bloom Wealth: “OP, how about we call the police?”
Divine Might Unmatched: “I bet OP locked himself in the Coffin, if not, I’ll eat shit standing on my head.”
Dig Three Fill One, Problem Solved: “Monster beast, everyone come look, the shit-eating immortal is here scamming food and drink again!”
Divine Might Unmatched: “You f**, big ***, you got ** huh, I’ll go to your **, you big **, ***, ***!”
Lin Qian decisively deleted this person’s reply.
Just as Lin Qian planned to continue watching the fun, his phone suddenly rang.
Lin Qian glanced at the caller, it was an unknown number.
Without any Concern, he directly answered.
“Who?”
Lin Qian asked.
But the other end of the phone was silent, no one spoke.
A bad Premonition suddenly rose in Lin Qian’s heart.
The next Moment.
Thud, thud thud.
A dull knocking sound suddenly rang out.
Lin Qian’s face changed instantly.
“Courting death!”
Without any hesitation he instantly hung up.
The knocking sound instantly disappeared, but at the moment the knocking sounded, the surrounding environment visibly dimmed a bit.
But as the knocking disappeared, the Change recovered.
Lin Qian abruptly turned back to look at the Portrait, only to find the face on the Portrait was recovering from a ferocious expression to Calm.
“Good, good, good…”
Lin Qian stared deadly at the unknown number on his Mobile Phone, he directly Copied it and sent the number to Wang Xiaoqiang.
Then he quickly dialed Wang Xiaoqiang’s Mobile Phone number.
Soon the call connected:
“You have one hour, find out the source of this Mobile Phone number for me, who used this Mobile Phone number to call me.”
“Once found, no matter what price, kill his whole family for me!”
“Kill anyone connected, especially Ghost Controllers!”
Lin Qian’s expression was gloomy, he was happily playing with the Coffin here, one call and he was targeted by a ghost?
What a joke!
Then, regardless of Wang Xiaoqiang’s response, he directly hung up.
He gloomily looked at the black Coffin beside him.
At this moment, in Little Strong Club, Wang Xiaoqiang blankly looked at his Mobile Phone, Lin Qian’s gloomy voice made him Premonition that something wasn’t quite right.
What happened?
Wang Xiaoqiang didn’t dare delay, immediately went to check the Mobile Phone number Lin Qian sent.
Da Jiang City.
Li Yong, with an ugly expression, crushed the Mobile Phone in his hand and threw it in the trash.
“You think escaping Da Jiang City means you can live peacefully?”
“Lin Qian, you underestimated me too much, if I’m not feeling well, you won’t either.”
He looked up at the Surveillance in front of him, his face extremely ugly.
Huang Gang Village.
Lin Qian stood before the Coffin, Supernatural thick on his Body, a Weird Mask Appeared on his face.
Gloomy eyes without pupils Appeared, a Weird sharp mouth tore open the Mask and emerged.
Supernatural wrapped him, Lin Qian reached out, grabbed the Coffin lid, and yanked hard.
Bang, the Coffin shook.
The Coffin was forcibly pulled open a crack, Darkness emerged from the crack.
Lin Qian keenly felt that the moment the Coffin cracked open, the surrounding environment suddenly dimmed a bit.
The white Candle flames flickered.
“Heh, not coming out?”
Lin Qian sneered inwardly, but was also surprised at the other’s strength.
But suddenly, the Coffin slammed shut.
Lin Qian was stunned in place, he looked at his own hands.
Damn, his own Supernatural couldn’t open the Coffin?
The guy inside had such home ground advantage?
As the Coffin closed, the surrounding environment returned to normal.
Lin Qian withdrew his Supernatural, brows tightly furrowed.
Could he really only wait for the other to come out himself?
He looked at that Portrait, without the Fierce Ghost returning to the Coffin, he probably couldn’t Plunder the Ghost Messenger’s Supernatural.
The current Ghost Messenger was incomplete.
Lin Qian sat back on the Stool.
No, this was too time-consuming.
He didn’t want to stay here wasting time.
What a joke, he just heard the knocking, staying in Huang Gang Village was courting death.
Lin Qian thought about some things, he stood up and walked out of the Spirit Hall.
The sky had already darkened, he knew if he didn’t leave Huang Gang Village before nightfall, he basically couldn’t leave.
That night.
Two gunshots rang out.
But quickly disappeared.
Inside a civilian house.
Lin Qian and a Ghost Controller named Zhang Yiming squatted in front of a Body Bag, smoking.
“Friend, things are a bit Troublesome.”
Zhang Yiming gravely looked at the Body Bag in front of him.
“I can tell.” Lin Qian exhaled a puff of smoke, it was already night, he couldn’t leave either.
Hearing the Woman’s crying by his ear, Zhang Yiming felt irritated, he even had the impulse to just kill her.
But the person beside him didn’t move, he thought about it and let it go.
“Zhang Yiming, where’s He Sheng?” Ye Jun walked over and asked.
Zhang Yiming turned back and glanced at the four who arrived, said lowly; “Dead, this Corpse on the Ground is him.”
What?
As soon as these words came out, the others’ faces instantly changed.
Dead?
A Ghost Controller died just like that?
How was that possible, even a toad jumps a couple times before dying.
This He Sheng couldn’t be worse than a toad.
Died on the first day arriving in Huang Gang Village?
Not even a chance to jump.
“How did he die?” Ye Jun pursued.
Zhang Yiming took a deep drag; “Not clear, when I arrived he was already dead, for safety I wrapped his Corpse with Gold Foil, afraid the ghost in his Body would run out, but this is just my optimistic view, I think the ghost in his Body is no longer in the Corpse.”
“This is a Photo before he died, afraid of causing misunderstanding I took a few shots.”
After speaking, he handed over a Mobile Phone.
On the Mobile Phone were several Photos of He Sheng after death.
In the Photos, He Sheng lay on the Ground, Corpse stiff, mouth opened extremely wide, lips almost split, chest torn apart by something, Blood dripping, extremely terrifying.
“Before the incident He Sheng was Upstairs playing with a Woman, I was on night watch, later I heard footsteps in the Vicinity so I chased out for a bit, but later I realized those footsteps deliberately lured me away, because soon I heard screams from inside the house, from this Woman of his.”
Zhang Yiming pointed at the Woman trembling in the Corner of the Wall, disheveled hair, disheveled clothes.
From this Woman’s figure and looks, she was undeniably a beauty, but now her face was full of fear, mind seemed collapsed, not knowing what terrifying Thing she saw before.
“Got anything out of her?” Zhang Han walked over.
“Don’t waste effort, this Woman is probably scared insane, won’t get anything.” Zhang Yiming smoked, Worry on his face.
“But you can ask this Friend.”
He pointed at Lin Qian.
“He arrived before me.”
“You don’t know him?” Hearing Zhang Yiming, the others were stunned, Yang Jian wasn’t surprised.
“I thought you knew him.” Zhang Yiming was also surprised, his gaze involuntarily fell on Lin Qian.
“Yang Jian, you know him?” Zhang Han asked.
Yang Jian shook his head, “Don’t know him.”
“But earlier we saw him standing with you?” Ye Jun asked with gloomy gaze.
Yang Jian glanced at Ye Jun, “Standing together means we know each other?”
“Otherwise?” Ye Jun replied.
Yang Jian sneered.
“Alright, stop arguing, this Friend, who are you?”
Zhang Han looked at Lin Qian, asked vigilantly.
Lin Qian hearing this, his thoughts returned, snapping back from his second failed Plunder.
He actually failed to Plunder this ghost from the Ghost Messenger’s hands.
The other Disappeared after receiving one Attack from him.
At that time the other was dodging him.
He came here because of that cough.
“Who I am isn’t important, what’s important is, do you want to handle this Supernatural Event?”
Lin Qian stood up, looking at them.
Hearing this, Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly, the others’ expressions stunned.
“You know where the ghost is?” Zhang Han hurriedly asked.
Lin Qian shook his head, “I know, I not only know where the ghost is, I also know how to handle this Supernatural Event.”
He didn’t want to waste time here, here he couldn’t out-plunder the Ghost Messenger for ghosts.
The Ghost Messenger was always one step ahead of him.
“Why should we believe you?”
“I’m very suspicious now whether He Sheng was killed by a ghost or by you.” Ye Jun coldly looked at Lin Qian.
Hearing this, the others’ faces slightly changed.
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes at Ye Jun, “Talk two more sentences, I’ll kill you right now.”
Some people just don’t know how to speak nicely.
This Ye Jun in front of him was such a person, his brain turned into a puddle of shit by Supernatural.
No logic at all.
Ye Jun’s face sank, “You…”
“Ye Jun, say less.” Zhang Han hurriedly stopped Ye Jun, situation unclear, if they fought they’d definitely lose.
The ghost might be around.
“Want to hear my suggestion?” Zhang Yiming’s gaze swept over Lin Qian, the other was very calm, unlike them.
The other seemed confident but very urgent, like something urgent.
“You say.” Seeing Zhang Yiming speak, Zhang Han hurriedly said.
He already felt this unknown Young Person was really about to act just now.
“This ghost in Huang Gang Village isn’t targeting people, it’s targeting Ghost Controllers, no, more precisely targeting the ghosts on us, this mission event feels extremely special, not a simple ordinary Supernatural Event, I suggest abandoning the mission.”
“Leave Huang Gang Village.”
Hearing this, Lin Qian’s eyes shifted slightly.
Information opacity, plus a Ghost Controller dead on the first day entering Huang Gang Village.
This matter cast a shadow in everyone’s heart.
Ghost Controllers dying to Fierce Ghost Revival was common, but dying silently to an unknown ghost like this was very unusual.
Not to mention anything else, just the simplest result.
The Terror Level of the ghost here clearly exceeded any Ghost Controller present, otherwise He Sheng wouldn’t have died so easily.
Zhang Yiming’s words made the others all fall silent.
