Chapter 38: The Timid Ghost Controllers
The things you analyzed coincide exactly with what Yang Jian said before. He also said earlier that the Fierce Ghost in Huang Gang Village isn’t coming for people, it’s coming for the ghosts in our bodies.” Zhang Han took a slight breath and spoke.
Zhang Yiming is a relatively steady and smart person.
Words coming from Yang Jian’s mouth lack credibility, but coming from his mouth, it’s different.
Moreover, the facts are right in front of them. He Sheng died, but the woman in his room didn’t.
The result is obvious. That ghost spared the ordinary person and chose the Ghost Controller He Sheng, so this woman was able to survive.
“Oh, really? That Yang Jian said the same thing?”
Zhang Yiming slightly raised his head: “I heard you all say before that Yang Jian is a crazy kid with a messed-up brain, a little brat. Now I have to retract my previous impression of him.”
He guessed this key piece of information through He Sheng’s death.
Yet Yang Jian knew this one step ahead of him. Doesn’t that mean Yang Jian’s ability surpasses his?
If he were really a crazy kid with a messed-up brain, how could he possibly know this?
“He did say that, but we didn’t believe him. But now that you’re saying it too, we have no choice but to believe.” Zhang Han said.
Yang Jian, who had followed to investigate the situation, heard this and shrugged: “You adults talk, it’s better for a little kid like me to stay far away. Earlier someone even wanted to play a shooting game with me. I was so scared I nearly peed my pants.”
“Yang Jian, don’t say that useless nonsense.” Ouyang Tian’s anger hadn’t subsided, still carrying fire.
Zhang Yiming smoked and said: “I suggest leaving here. Yang Jian, what do you think? A ghost targeting other ghosts, we can’t afford to provoke an existence of this level. This mission isn’t as simple as imagined. That company choosing to give this mission to us definitely has a strong purpose. Otherwise, they wouldn’t pay the method to control a second Fierce Ghost as the price.”
“Great interests always come with great risks. Now it seems that’s not wrong.”
Yang Jian grinned: “Do you have a way out? Without controlling a second ghost to delay Fierce Ghost Revival, how much longer can you live?”
This sentence hit their fatal weakness.
The reason they came here was because they anticipated the danger here, so they held the mentality of going all in.
Backing out now would indeed be quite wise.
But it also means losing the hope of surviving.
“Dying from Fierce Ghost Revival is better than dying at this ghost’s hands. Yang Jian, you not fearing death doesn’t mean others don’t. We don’t want to die here meaninglessly.” Ye Jun retorted.
Yang Jian said: “Whatever. Since you want to leave, then go ahead. Go back to the club to drink, chat, bully newcomers, then wait to die. Remember to prepare a good bone ash urn, pick a good cemetery. Who knows if anyone would dare to burn incense at our graves after people like us die.”
“You…” Ye Jun was furious but couldn’t find words to retort.
The words were rough but the reasoning sound. Yang Jian was right; going back was indeed waiting to die.
“Fortune is sought in danger. Staying here to resolve this supernatural event and complete the transaction does offer a chance to survive. And with more people teaming up, the odds are higher. But the ghost here has already started acting. We need to decide quickly.”
Zhang Yiming dropped his cigarette butt: “Leave or stay, state your position. I suggest leaving here.”
“I suggest the same.” Ye Jun said.
Zhang Han hesitated: “I think with so many of us teaming up, we still have a chance. It’s inevitable to suffer losses early on without understanding that ghost. I suggest staying.”
“I suggest staying too.” Yang Jian smiled and said: “Not sure if my vote as an outsider counts.”
“Ouyang Tian, what about you?”
Zhang Yiming looked at him: “Huh, you’re injured? Blood is dripping from your pant leg?”
Ouyang Tian’s face looked a bit ugly: “No, it’s nothing. Just a minor injury.”
Minor injury?
Big Brother, your thing is gone, and you call this a minor injury?
Lin Qian glanced at Ouyang Tian’s crotch, his mouth twitching slightly.
“I think we should still stay and give it a shot. Everyone’s Fierce Ghost Revival time isn’t much left. How much longer can we live after leaving? Resolving this supernatural event and getting the method to delay Fierce Ghost Revival is the only thing we can do now.”
Although Ouyang Tian had a grudge with Yang Jian, he had no grudge with his own life.
“As long as it’s not a hopeless dead end, even a sliver of hope is worth trying.”
“Gambler’s mentality?”
Seeing this, Zhang Yiming lit another cigarette.
He calculated in his mind that the chances of surviving this incident were indeed not high.
But even if there was a bottomless abyss ahead, he had to cross it, because there really was no retreat behind.
Thinking this, he then looked at Lin Qian.
“Friend, you said you have a way to handle this supernatural event. What method is it?”
Lin Qian, who had been silent, saw they finally thought of him and grinned.
“Actually, if I weren’t too lazy to waste time here, I’d be happy to watch you all die here one by one.”
Lin Qian flicked his cigarette ash, his expression cold.
Hearing this, everyone’s faces changed slightly.
“If we all die, can you handle this supernatural event yourself?” Zhang Yiming narrowed his eyes.
“I don’t believe it.”
“Of course I won’t let you all die.”
Lin Qian knew very well that if they all died, he’d die here too.
Once the number of Ghost Messengers exceeds the ghosts he controls, he’s dead.
“Leaving one or two with sufficient strength would be enough.” Lin Qian’s words made everyone’s hearts chill.
This young man who looked about Yang Jian’s age had a ruthless heart.
Lin Qian looked at the crowd, his eyes flickering slightly as he pondered something.
Should he kill two people, control a Fierce Ghost, then forcibly open the coffin?
Currently, he couldn’t open the coffin alone.
He needed people to help.
But even with help, it might not open the coffin.
In the original work, Feng Quan came out on his own.
“Since you say you don’t want to waste time here, then tell us the method to handle this supernatural event.” Zhang Yiming took a deep breath.
Lin Qian shrugged: “The ghost is in the Spirit Hall.”
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
“Damn it, I knew something was off. The first day in the village, we run into a funeral. A coffin right there in the hall. Anyone could tell it was abnormal.”
Zhang Han couldn’t help cursing.
“Go confront it?”
“Do we even need to say it?” Ye Jun said: “With so many of us, if we get ruthless, even Jesus would kneel.”
Yang Jian silently touched the map in his pocket.
His deduction was that the ghost was there, yet the other party knew directly.
How did the other party know?
Suddenly, Yang Jian remembered that the other party seemed to have directly entered the Spirit Hall before.
Had the other party already encountered the ghost?
The village’s night was exceptionally quiet.
There weren’t many people in this village to begin with, and with it being late at night, the old men in the village must have gone to bed early. So the entire village at night felt like it had entered another world.
Quiet to the point of being oppressive, even making one feel afraid.
But at the village entrance.
One house was somewhat out of the ordinary.
This household’s door was open, with lights on inside.
In the middle of the hall, a vermilion-lacquered coffin was neatly placed. In front of the coffin, two nearly burned-out white candles were burning. The candlelight flickered unsteadily, casting some eerie black shadows that moved on the surrounding walls, giving an inexplicable sense of gloom.
On the table in front of the coffin was placed a portrait of a young man. At night, the portrait seemed covered in a thick fog, not very clear, only the outline visible.
Revealing a strangeness.
The five looked at the situation in the Spirit Hall. Lin Qian had said the ghost was here.
“You sure the ghost is inside?” Ouyang Tian asked.
Lin Qian gazed at the somewhat blurry photo in the Spirit Hall, his eyes deep: “Sure.”
“Where is the ghost?”
“Could it be in the coffin?” Zhang Han asked.
Lin Qian’s eyes moved slightly, looking at Zhang Han.
“Really?” Zhang Han was stunned.
“Open the coffin and you’ll know if there’s a ghost inside.”
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
At this moment, everyone looked at Lin Qian suspiciously.
Especially Yang Jian, who felt Lin Qian had some unspeakable purpose.
Not just him; everyone thought the same.
“I tried opening the coffin, but failed.”
“As a Ghost Controller, how could I fail to open an ordinary coffin?”
“So, that’s not an ordinary coffin.”
“The ghost is very likely inside.” Lin Qian said confidently.
Whether there was a ghost inside, he didn’t know?
There was no ghost inside, just a Ghost Controller who couldn’t get out dead or alive.
But it was this Ghost Controller who occupied the nest, preventing that ghost from going home, thus wandering in Huang Gang Village.
The originally hidden Huang Gang Village reappeared because of his actions.
“So, you said before to leave two people with sufficient strength to help you open the coffin and detain the ghost inside?” Zhang Yiming asked with narrowed eyes.
Lin Qian nodded.
“What if there’s no ghost in the coffin?”
“Or rather, what if there’s a ghost inside and outside? If we open the coffin and release another ghost, won’t we be in great danger?”
Zhang Yiming stared at Lin Qian and asked.
Hearing this, Lin Qian was somewhat surprised. This guy’s brain wasn’t bad. Without knowing the intel here, thinking of this was already impressive.
“Then what do you say we do?” Lin Qian asked.
Zhang Yiming’s eyes flickered: “Like this: we first search the other rooms to see if there’s a ghost. You wait by the coffin.”
“Yang Jian, you watch him?”
Yang Jian frowned upon hearing this, but after thinking, he nodded.
Seeing Yang Jian agree, they said nothing more.
“If we don’t find a ghost, we’ll come back to open the coffin. If there is one, then it explains.”
Zhang Yiming didn’t say what it explained.
Lin Qian didn’t mind. He knew he had made them vigilant.
Soon.
They entered the house warily.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but the moment they entered, the temperature dropped instantly. A chilling aura enveloped them, making them feel uncomfortable all over.
Lin Qian and Yang Jian stood in the Spirit Hall. After the other four gave Lin Qian a deep look, they quickly went upstairs to search the rooms.
The footsteps soon faded.
Lin Qian withdrew his gaze, his eyes falling on the coffin.
“What’s your purpose?” Yang Jian suddenly asked.
He knew Zhang Yiming and the others didn’t believe this nameless Ghost Controller, and neither did he.
But they were extremely wary of this person.
Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian, the protagonist of this world. He had an idea: the other party had only controlled one ghost now. If he killed him at this moment and controlled the other’s Ghost Eye, what would happen?
He himself lacked a Ghost Domain.
With the Ghost Eye, his strength could completely crush most Ghost Controllers.
But after careful thought, he quickly reached a conclusion.
He’d die.
He’d definitely die.
He decisively gave up the idea.
“Purpose?”
“My purpose is simple: open the coffin, detain the ghost inside, resolve this supernatural event, and get the method to control a second ghost.” Lin Qian said.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. Why did it sound more unbelievable the more he heard?
While they were talking.
The portrait placed in front of the coffin underwent a subtle change under the flickering candlelight.
Half of the man’s face in the portrait was shrouded in darkness, as if rotten. The corner of his mouth revealed an icy, eerie smile.
At the same time, the nearby candlelight rapidly dimmed. The flame on the candle seemed suppressed by something, losing its burning power, gradually tending toward extinction.
The light in the hall began to recede, and the darkness outside gradually pressed in.
This change went unnoticed.
But suddenly, Lin Qian abruptly looked at the portrait, his eyes narrowing.
At the same time.
Cough, cough cough.
That weak coughing sound rang out again.
Yang Jian’s face sank instantly, a scarlet eye tearing through the skin on the back of his head.
But there was nothing behind him.
Suddenly, a cold wind appeared, and the candles in the Spirit Hall suddenly went out.
Lin Qian’s gaze shifted slightly, looking at the portrait.
At this moment, footsteps sounded, and three people with ugly expressions rushed down.
Yang Jian and Lin Qian looked up.
“Where’s the ghost? You didn’t see the ghost?”
The three looked at the two unharmed people below with ugly expressions.
“Ghost?” Yang Jian looked around: “I heard the coughing sound, but didn’t see the ghost.”
“What about you all? Where’s the other one?”
Hearing this, the three’s faces changed drastically.
“Not good!”
Without hesitation, the three turned and went upstairs. Yang Jian hesitated a moment before following.
Lin Qian frowned and followed up.
He hadn’t even noticed the ghost killing.
Soon.
The five saw a terrifying scene in the corridor at a room doorway.
A corpse was twisted like a hemp rope, leaning against the wall in an impossible posture.
Blood flowed from the corpse, staining the surrounding ground red.
Though no longer human-shaped, it could be identified from the clothes and some features.
This was Ouyang Tian.
“Dead, he’s dead?” Zhang Yiming’s voice trembled slightly.
They were in the same house, less than ten meters apart.
A proper Ghost Controller died so easily right in front of them, without even a chance to struggle, leaving only a mangled corpse.
“The ghost in his body is gone too.”
Ye Jun was closer to Ouyang Tian and spoke after a moment of silence.
“It’s clear. If the ghost in his body was still there, he wouldn’t have died so easily.”
Zhang Yiming said: “The gap is too big. This ghost’s terror level can at least be defined as A. It kills Ghost Controllers like killing a chicken.”
“No, easier than killing a chicken. At least a chicken can cluck twice, but this…”
His face showed indescribable fear or bitter smile.
But everyone could feel Zhang Yiming’s suppressed, helpless mood.
Of course, the others felt it too.
After all, a fellow Ghost Controller dying silently right in front of them—anyone would buckle under that death pressure.
“Die if alone?” Yang Jian frowned deeply.
Yang Jian’s gaze fell on Lin Qian behind him. He leaned close to Lin Qian and whispered: “Do you know the situation here?”
“What do I know?” Lin Qian narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Yang Jian, what are you thinking? Stop it, we should go.” Zhang Han suddenly reminded.
Yang Jian snapped back, suddenly seeing Ouyang Tian’s corpse on the ground already wrapped up and placed aside.
They were leaving the place, heading outside.
“What is this?”
Zhang Yiming turned back: “In this terrible situation, staying here means certain death. I decided to stay and gamble before because we had numbers advantage. But now two Ghost Controllers are dead, and so strangely. Staying isn’t wise. We should abandon this mission.”
“After going back, I’ll settle accounts with that company. They must know something.”
With that, he handed a car key to Yang Jian.
“This is Ouyang Tian’s car key. I saw you didn’t drive into the village. Use this car for now—mutual help. If you want to leave with us, welcome.”
Yang Jian took the car key, frowning at them.
Cowardly and afraid of death, they won’t accomplish anything.
Looks like they prefer sitting in the club waiting to die.
After speaking, Zhang Yiming looked at Lin Qian: “We won’t touch the coffin. I’m now certain there’s very likely another ghost inside.”
“We can’t handle the one outside, let alone the one in the coffin.”
“Friend, I don’t know your purpose in telling us there’s a ghost in the coffin, but it doesn’t seem like good news.”
“Whatever your purpose, we’re not adventuring anymore.”
Zhang Yiming’s expression was gloomy. Finished speaking, he turned and went downstairs toward the outside.
The best way to counter a conspiracy is, I’m not playing with you anymore.
You play by yourself.
