Chapter 85: Get Off, Agitated Killer Ghost
“Vice President.”
Ye Feng suddenly appeared in the Club.
Then he put down the box on his shoulder.
Wang Xiaoqiang abruptly stood up and hurried to Ye Feng’s side.
Looking at that large black box, Wang Xiaoqiang’s gaze narrowed slightly; the chilling feeling made this box filled with ominousness.
“How’s the situation?” Wang Xiaoqiang asked.
“Unclear, but it should stabilize. When I saw him, his condition was very bad.”
“However, after entering the box, the supernatural on him gradually calmed down.”
Ye Feng reached out to open the box, and a complex smell of mud mixed with blood appeared.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle~!
The Office lights suddenly began to flicker without warning.
The two calmly glanced at the flickering lights.
“Terror Level isn’t low.”
The two looked at the scene in the box.
Inside the black box lay a person with a pale face.
It was Yan Li, no mistake.
Yan Li’s face was pale, eyes tightly closed, as if he were asleep.
He lay in mud dyed light red, with only his face exposed; the rest of his body was buried in the mud.
A strange smell, accompanied by supernatural, seeped out from the box.
“He’s the slowest I’ve seen at controlling a dormant Fierce Ghost.” Ye Feng crossed his arms and spoke.
Wang Xiaoqiang’s gaze flickered; the mud in the box seemed to be quietly disappearing and reducing.
No, not right—the mud was entering Yan Li’s body.
And as the mud disappeared, Wang Xiaoqiang could clearly feel that the supernatural in Yan Li’s body was slowly calming down.
“Very strange. Ghosts silenced by Lin Qian are basically controlled in minutes, so why does it take Yan Li so long?”
Wang Xiaoqiang looked at Yan Li in the box; clearly, his speed at controlling the second ghost was extremely long.
“Unclear, maybe because the ghost in him is very special.”
Ye Feng recalled the scene when he saw Yan Li; the feeling he gave was extremely terrifying, right before Fierce Ghost Revival.
He hadn’t fully revived yet, and the feeling was no less than facing an A-level Supernatural Event.
Not revived yet with such Terror Level—if revived, who knows how terrifying.
Wang Xiaoqiang closed the box. “Let him sleep here.”
He said, taking out an A4 paper from the drawer and quickly writing down a passage.
Then placed it in a very conspicuous position, ensuring Yan Li could see it first thing upon waking.
Ye Feng watched Wang Xiaoqiang’s actions, somewhat puzzled. “Did something happen?”
“Leaving a backup. Yan Li’s strength can’t be underestimated. If we can’t handle that Supernatural Event next, he can help, perhaps assisting us.”
Hearing this, Ye Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Found the source?”
“At the Old Campus?”
“No.” Wang Xiaoqiang shook his head, leading Ye Feng out of the Office toward the Warehouse.
“Zhang Han and Yu Lin encountered a ghost with very high Terror Level, very strange. They might not handle it; need support.”
“We’ll go together. I’ve notified Lu Lin. Manyue is temporarily unreachable, probably in trouble.”
“But she should hold out for a while. After we handle this Supernatural Event, we’ll check on her.”
Ye Feng helped carry a Golden Coffin out of the Warehouse; Wang Xiaoqiang carried some Body Bags and several long rectangular boxes.
The two placed the things on the Club’s newly purchased small cart for hauling goods.
“Looks like no small trouble.”
Ye Feng looked at those long boxes and instantly understood: even if not the source, this event wasn’t an easy Supernatural Event to handle.
Otherwise, Wang Xiaoqiang wouldn’t bring all the Club’s Ghost Candles, including the White Ghost Candle.
“Just in case. This thing can go unused, but can’t not bring it.”
“Hope we won’t use this thing.”
Wang Xiaoqiang said, closing the trunk.
Ye Feng thought about it—yes, having it and not using it is one thing; not having it is another.
Handling Supernatural Events, most important is increasing one’s fault tolerance.
Reckless behavior isn’t advisable in some cases.
“Let’s go.”
Wang Xiaoqiang got in the car.
Ye Feng sat in the driver’s seat.
Soon, the vehicle sped away toward the Old Campus.
Outside the Old Campus, on the Street.
Lu Lin looked at the armed police Troops rapidly setting up control and blockades, then turned back to Zhang Han and Yu Lin.
“From known intelligence, this Supernatural Event might not have fully incubated yet.”
“But undoubtedly, this Supernatural Event is far more terrifying than an ordinary A-level Supernatural Event.”
“Though no Ghost Domain, Supernatural Event judgment never relies on Ghost Domain.”
Zhang Han did well: without full certainty, he decisively called for support.
Instead of entering to probe and nearly dying inside like Yu Lin.
Zhang Han and Yu Lin nodded; what he said was correct, extremely reasonable.
Supernatural Event judgment never determined by whether the Fierce Ghost has Ghost Domain.
Ghosts with Ghost Domain are certainly terrifying, but who says ghosts without aren’t?
If judging a ghost insignificant just for no Ghost Domain, you’ll eventually die to a Fierce Ghost without one.
Two Ghost Controllers with Ghost Domain simultaneously used Ghost Domain to observe that door.
Meanwhile, Lu Lin arranged for investigation of this Old Campus’s past history.
See if any clues could be found.
Like, who advocated building the Old Campus’s Supernatural Event location, who arranged it, how it was built… etc.
Of course, Lu Lin just wanted to see if any traces could be found.
After all, too much time passed; this Old Campus’s history traces back to the Republic of China.
Thirty years ago, it was already a century-old school.
So, little could be investigated; he held no hope.
Time slowly passed.
Suddenly, the alert armed police made way, letting in a small truck like a cargo van.
Soon, the car stopped.
Ye Feng and Wang Xiaoqiang got out separately.
“How’s the situation?”
Wang Xiaoqiang got out and walked toward the three.
While Ye Feng went to bring down the equipment.
“Situation stable for now; the ghost hasn’t come out of that door.”
Lu Lin said.
“Is that so?” Wang Xiaoqiang nodded, looking at Zhang Han and Yu Lin:
“Any additional intelligence?”
Zhang Han and Yu Lin shook their heads. “That’s all known for now.”
“Alright then.”
“Since so, prepare to enter.”
As he spoke, Ye Feng also brought the things over.
“Five people total, just two Ghost Candles each: one red, one white.”
Ye Feng distributed the long boxes.
The three looked at the boxes in hand, opened them: inside lay two Candles, one red one white, both emitting faint corpse odor.
Also inside, a specially made Lighter, gold-crafted to isolate supernatural, preventing ordinary Lighters from supernatural erosion causing failure to light.
Complete Ghost Candles—Zhang Han and others’ expressions changed slightly.
Lu Lin’s expression grave: “Isn’t that too…”
Wang Xiaoqiang waved his hand. “Better safe than sorry. Every Ghost Controller controlling a dormant Fierce Ghost is extremely valuable; losing one is immeasurable loss.”
“These are just for preventing accidents—not necessarily to use.”
“But can’t be without.”
Hearing this, Lu Lin nodded, closed the box, and slung it on his back.
The box had a switch below: press and pull to draw out the Candle inside, skipping opening the box.
“Check for issues. No issues, we go in.”
Wang Xiaoqiang, carrying Body Bags, asked the group.
“No issues.”
Lu Lin and the other two nodded; Ye Feng naturally had none.
Strictly speaking, this was the Club’s first group action.
Well, missing two, but unimportant.
Desolate Club.
Vice President, Wang Xiaoqiang, controls three ghosts, has Ghost Domain.
Member, Ye Feng, controls four ghosts, has Ghost Domain.
Member, Zhang Han, controls four ghosts, has Ghost Domain.
Da Jiang City Person in Charge, Lu Lin, controls two ghosts, has Ghost Domain.
Member, Yu Lin, controls three ghosts, can perfectly handle B-level Supernatural Events.
Five in total, instantly vanished from the spot.
Ghost Domain closed; five appeared before that door.
“What’s the plan?” Wang Xiaoqiang asked.
Lu Lin stared at that door:
“Per intelligence, there’s a ghost on the Opera Stage, Killing Pattern unknown, Terror Level unknown, but likely the Source Ghost.”
“But we don’t know who’s the ghost on the Opera Stage.”
“So, prepare to attack everyone on the Opera Stage.”
“Also, that Opera Stage—unclear if it’s a ghost; be careful.”
Saying so, Lu Lin looked at Ye Feng. “Your ghost has the highest Suppression Power among us. You’re key: when we find the ghost, instantly attack and confront it with supernatural; we’ll follow up.”
Ye Feng nodded. “No problem.”
“Zhang Han, your Suppression Power is less than Ye Feng’s and mine, but your attack distance is farthest. Once inside, without boarding the Opera Stage, rely on you to attack the Ghost Slaves on it, find the hidden ghost.”
“Good.” Zhang Han nodded, no objections.
Among them, without Ghost Domain, his reach was indeed longest.
Facing terrifying Fierce Ghosts, distant attacks can’t suppress; needs ghost-to-ghost contact for suppression.
Of course, if your ghost extremely terrifying, no issue—one attack crushes, possible.
“Yu Lin, once entering the doorway, after detaining that Ghost Rope, keep it with you. If anything off, release Ghost Rope for indiscriminate attack; also ready to light the red Ghost Candle anytime.”
Yu Lin nodded. “Can do.”
Then, Lu Lin looked at Wang Xiaoqiang:
“Vice President, you stay at the doorway. If situation wrong, light the White Ghost Candle to draw the Fierce Ghost’s attention, how about?”
“Of course, act according to circumstances.”
Wang Xiaoqiang thought a moment, nodded. “Can do, follow your arrangement.”
“Good, prepare to enter. Once Zhang Han finds the ghost, Ye Feng and I instantly attack it, then close-in detain.”
“Everyone stay careful. Inside ghost’s Killing Pattern unclear, but guess related to expressions.”
“When opera singing starts, control your facial expressions.”
Lu Lin seriously reminded.
The group nodded.
Roles clear.
Lu Lin exhaled. Five Ghost Controllers, none weak—should handle even S-level Supernatural Events; no reason can’t handle this.
Thinking so, he pushed open the door.
Instantly, chilling spread; the group’s expressions changed slightly.
But no retreat—directly entered.
Door open wide; strange opera sounds quietly echoed in the campus.
The strange began to prevail.
Outside the campus, in a still-under-construction building.
Several people expressionlessly watched the Old Campus where opera sounds echoed.
An extremely chilling, emotionless voice sounded:
“Do you think they’ll succeed?”
“Don’t know.” Another chilling voice answered.
“Need our help?”
“Waste of effort.”
“Heh, them detaining Fierce Ghosts helps our plan.”
“After Fierce Ghost Revival, same effect. Why save these lowly swine?”
“Makes sense. Mm… after this ghost revives or detained, that ghost should revive too.”
“Without ghost suppression, it kills swine faster, revives faster.”
“Smart plan, pity—the planner died, even controlled himself.”
“But no matter. We’ll make it return eventually.”
“…”
A silence.
A long while.
“Why didn’t that Da Dong City guy come?”
Suddenly someone asked.
“He said he just returned home, infiltrated Headquarters. Causing trouble now too obvious, easy to mess up.”
“Oh, like that? Understandable.”
“After releasing that ghost, we should go too. Chaos here will draw attention eventually.”
“Don’t forget, Desolate Club President Lin Qian hasn’t appeared yet. That guy’s insidious, hiding who knows what tricks.”
“We must be careful.”
“Troublesome guy. He shouldn’t be alive, but seems we can’t find him, no way to take him out.”
“True…”
“…”
The chilling flashed and vanished; the group instantly disappeared, like true ghosts, traceless.
“…”
“…”
Supernatural Land.
The pale Headlights no longer swayed; the Ghost Bus slowly stopped.
Beside it, a yellow mud Small Path crossed from wasteland into the Big Mountain.
Bus Door opened.
A Young Man stood at the Bus Door, slightly squinting at the winding Small Path into the mountain.
“Stop 15.”
The Young Man stepped off the Ghost Bus, gaze shifting, staring at that Big Mountain.
The Fierce Ghost in his body inexplicably began to stir.
“Not Ghost Performer?”
Lin Qian frowned slightly; the stirring ghost inside wasn’t the Ghost Performer, but his Killer Ghost used to dodge male Fierce Ghost attacks.
It was reviving, but due to Ghost Messenger suppression, couldn’t—only stirring.
But soon this stirring was suppressed by the Ghost Messenger.
“So it’s the Killer Ghost’s Puzzle Piece…”
Lin Qian stroked his chin. He thought the Old Man at Headquarters sent him for the Ghost Play Troupe’s Puzzle Piece.
Unexpectedly, Killer Ghost’s Puzzle Piece.
“Killer Ghost’s Puzzle Piece… this ghost actually has a Puzzle Piece.”
A ghost dodging any male attacks—what would its Puzzle Piece be?
Perhaps, dodging any female attacks?
Lin Qian glanced back at the Ghost Bus; On the Bus, sparse figures sat.
He didn’t linger, following the Small Path toward that Big Mountain.
Already here, at least complete the Puzzle Piece before leaving. Though disappointed, at least some gain.
Meanwhile, Lin Qian grew more wary of that Old Man at Headquarters.
He absolutely foresaw the future.
Otherwise, wouldn’t be so certain of a usable ghost at Stop 15.
That Old Man knew everything the Ghost Bus would experience.
