A scream from Liu Yuanâs daughter, Liu Xinyue, immediately drew everyoneâs attention.
The crowd digging graves all subconsciously stopped their hands and dared not reach into the filthy grave soil anymore, for fear that they would also unearth something terrifying.
âWhat happened?â Sun Rui, limping, quickly walked over.
Liu Xinyue collapsed on the ground, her face deathly pale, looking fearfully at the half-buried face of a corpse in front of her. Although she couldnât see clearly in the dim environment, she could still make out that the face of the dead⊠was Luo Su Yi.
There was no mistake.
It was indeed Luo Su Yi.
The previous speculation was correct; the missing Luo Su Yi had been eerily buried in this earthen grave, and the inscriptions on the tombstone were a marker.
âWeâve really found him,â Sun Ruiâs eyes narrowed, astonished.
Yang Jian also saw this scene, his gaze becoming sharp as he indicated, âEveryone stay away from this grave for now.â
If Luo Su Yi was still alive, everything would be manageable, but if he was dead, then Luo Su Yi would resurrect as a vengeful spirit, giving rise to a new supernatural event.
Upon hearing this, the others didnât hesitate and quickly moved away from the terrifying old grave.
Yang Jian approached, attempting to examine Luo Su Yiâs body, only for Lin Luomei to rush over first, frantically digging the nearby grave soil, trying to pull Luo Su Yi out.
âStop her,â Yang Jian immediately said.
Li Yang hurriedly grabbed Lin Luomei and pulled her back.
âLet go of me!â
A bizarre, sharp scream, like that of a vengeful ghost, emitted from Lin Luomeiâs mouth, echoing around, with an unspeakable horror that was chilling.
The Ghost Sound had affected Li Yang, who was holding Lin Luomei. He instantly released her hand, standing there stunned, lost and unsure of what to do.
It was an incomprehensible supernatural power.
After freeing herself from Li Yang, Lin Luomei wanted to continue to rescue Luo Su Yi, but Yang Jian quickly intervened.
An ice-cold, rigid palm clutched Lin Luomeiâs neck, hoisting her up as if a little more force could easily crush her pale neck and kill her on the spot.
âI donât care about your relationship with Luo Su Yi or how much you want to save him, but if you mess around, I wonât hesitate to kill you first. Although youâve helped me before, that doesnât give you the license to act recklessly,â Yang Jian said, his face cold, exhibiting exceptional cruelty.
Lin Luomei, with her neck seized, struggled to speak, unable to hear her voice, as if she had become mute, unable to say anything. The usual ghost-like voice was now gone.
Sun Rui spoke coldly as well, âIf Luo Su Yi is dead, digging him out now would endanger everyone. Youâre too impatient. Itâs best that you calm down.â
He could see that Yang Jian was just trying to scare her, asserting his dominance.
At this critical juncture, as the leader of the team, Yang Jian needed to demonstrate the ability and attitude to control everyone. Those who didnât obey should be killed or disciplined, or else the team would fall into chaos.
Nobody seemed to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
Lin Luomei grasped Yang Jianâs arm, trying to pry it off, but could only turn her face red in vain, powerless. After struggling, she gradually calmed down.
âCheck whether Luo Su Yi is alive or dead, and if he can be saved,â Yang Jian signaled.
He still held Lin Luomei, not yet willing to let her go.
Sun Rui didnât say much, squatting down to examine the exposed dead face in the grave soil.
He felt a bit superstitious and dared not touch the body, fearing a sudden attack by the ghost within Luo Su Yiâs body, so he used his golden cane to prod a little.
Luo Su Yiâs eyes were closed, his complexion ghastly, like a corpse that had been left for several days, devoid of any liveliness, and no matter how he was prodded, he showed no sign of movement.
Flip open his eyelids.
Sun Ruiâs eyes narrowed, feeling an inexplicable chill.
Luo Su Yiâs eyelids no longer contained eyeballs and were packed with a thick layer of stinking grave soil. When his mouth was pried open, the same phenomenon was presentâthe grave soil had stuffed his mouth, and his entire body seemed to have merged with the old grave. The grave soil had permeated his entire body, including his organs, viscera, and flesh.
Although Luo Su Yiâs body might have remained intact, there was little left that was truly his.
Undoubtedly.
He was dead.
Dead beyond any possibility of being saved.
âItâs no use. Heâs dead. This old grave and he have practically fused together. His mouth, his eyes, are full of grave soil; probably his brain too. Although he was a ghost master, he was still human after all. Such damage is not survivable. Captain Yang, give up,â Sun Rui shook his head, conveying regret.
âI see,â Yang Jian glanced at it, his eyes flickering, immediately understanding the situation.
This was a Ghost Domain, where burying a living person wasnât simply about covering them with dirt. Rather, the person and the grave soil overlapped each other. In the end, the person became perfectly blended with the soil like cement and sand.
Yang Jian had already explored such abilities before, so it was no surprise.
Killing a ghost master like this wasnât enough. Luo Su Yiâs death wasnât entirely due to his body being filled with mud, but because the grave soil suppressed the ghost within his body.
Without the maintenance of supernatural power, his death was inevitable.
âFill the grave soil back in. Abandon the rescue plan for Luo Su Yi and prepare to send a message to the 78th tomb,â Yang Jian said calmly, then with a flick of his wrist, he tossed Lin Luomei aside, âI donât know how good your relationship with Luo Su Yi was before, but now you need to learn to accept reality. Heâs dead. If you insist on digging him out, I will not be lenient. After all, the others still need to live.â
Although his words were harsh, he couldnât help feeling a touch of sentiment.
The trio of Luo Su Yi, Lin Luomei, and another person used to live well, supporting and helping each other.
Who would have thought that upon meeting again, only Lin Luomei was left alive?
There was nothing that could be done; such was the world of ghost masters.
The ghost tamers he had known before, werenât most of them dead already?
Lin Luomei fell to the muddy ground and did not get up; instead, she stared blankly, looking at Luo Su Yi, who was buried again, seemingly wanting to cry but not knowing why she had no expression at all, as if she could no longer cry.
She too had been too deeply invaded by ghosts, her emotions also affected.
She had either lost the ability to cry or the ability to express emotions.
âCaptain Yang, itâs done,â
The other members of the Supernatural Forum trembled as they pushed handfuls of Grave Soil back, burying Luo Su Yi once again.
âDing, ding-ding.â
However, in the distance among the burial mounds, the sound of knocking on tombstones unexpectedly halted after a few more strikes, as if at some place there, on the tombstone of an old grave, a ghost had just finished engraving someoneâs name.
âThe sound stopped?â
The digging up of Luo Su Yi had caused some delays.
The ghostâs manner of killing ended.
In an instant.
Everyone felt an inexplicable chill envelop their entire bodies, their hearts contracting at that moment.
Soon, the next person would die.
Just like Luo Su Yi, buried by a ghost in grave soil, unable to be saved.
âKeep moving forward, ignore that sound,â
Yang Jianâs face was stern. No matter who was going to die, he quickly sprang into action, striding forward.
Sun Rui hesitated, then quickly understood Yang Jianâs intention.
This method of killing had ended, meaning that someoneâs death was almost certain. Waiting here for the outcome was useless; it was better to make haste while the ghost had yet to carve another name, to finish the task at hand.
âEveryone keep up, and itâs best not to fall behind. Remember, donât call out anyoneâs name on the road, itâs even best to avoid nicknames, I donât know if ghosts can kill just by a nickname,â Sun Rui reminded the others.
To prevent another fool from emerging.
After all, with more people, the likelihood of fools increases.
The others dared not hesitate and hurried to keep up.
But Lin Luomei did not move; she still sat blankly, looking at the old grave burying Luo Su Yi.
âCaptain Yang, what about her?â Sun Rui inquired.
âCanât be bothered, if she wants to follow, sheâll naturally come along. The death of Luo Su Yi has been too great a shock for her. Let her stay here, hoping sheâll recover soon and catch up. Weâre all adults; we must take responsibility for our own choices. No oneâs going to wipe her ass, and staying here might actually be safer than continuing ahead,â
Yang Jian glanced over, not stopping for Lin Luomeiâs lagging behind.
As a captain, he had to make decisions.
If someone in the team was dragging their feet, it was impossible for everyone to stop their progress for one personâs sake.
This way, the entire team might perish.
Therefore, the best method was to eliminate the drag.
Though cruel, this is how every team in the world operates, regardless of their type.
Like a companyâs sales team, salespeople who perform poorly are also dismissed; itâs the same principle.
Without hesitation.
Yang Jian led the others and continued forward.
That sound of knocking on tombstones had stopped for about several dozen seconds now.
Yet no one in the team had died.
Both Liu Xinyue and her brother Liu Haw were safe and sound, as were the members of the Supernatural Forum.
Yang Jian, Sun Rui, and Li Yang had not been attacked by the ghost either.
âSeems like weâre in luck, the person killed isnât among us,â Sun Rui said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Yang Jianâs expression was calm, but he cautioned, âDonât celebrate too soon, the ghost wonât stop attacking.â
Before he finished speaking,
as though to prove his point, the previously vanished knocking sound echoed once more.
This time, it came from behind.
Very close.
Appearing to be just beyond five or six old graves.
Ding, ding-ding.
The sound of knocking on tombstones came one after another, steady in rhythm, constant in pattern.
The sound was neither horrifying nor strange.
But when it reached the ears of the people, it felt exceptionally chilling.
Another ghost
was carving a name.
So, at this moment, whose unfortunate soul would die here?
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