Chapter 901 - 868 Two People Who Missed Each Other

No one expected that after being resurrected, Li Jun could actually rely on his own Ghost Domain to connect with the world within the Ghost Drawing.

It should be noted that the terror level of the Ghost Drawing is extremely high. When Yang Jian entered its world, even his Ghost Eye couldn’t open and was suppressed. Even the ghost with the codename Ghost Envoy was imprisoned because of the Ghost Drawing’s presence.

Perhaps this is because the Ghost Flame controlled by Li Jun has a restraining effect on the Ghost Drawing.

But no matter the reason, this sort of indirect control over the Ghost Drawing is an exception among exceptions. It’s almost impossible for anyone other than Li Jun to replicate this.

Inside the ancient mansion.

As the Ghost Flame in Li Jun’s hand expanded, enveloping the surroundings, the skyscraper within the flames seemed to invade reality from the illusory supernatural realm in an instant.

That lifeless Ping’an Tower gradually appeared before them.

The ancient mansion was disappearing…

No, it wasn’t disappearing — it was being replaced.

Whether it was Li Jun, Chen Qiaoyang, or the other wandering ghosts within the mansion, all of them were gradually transitioning into a new scene, entering the Ping’an Tower from the painting’s background.

This phenomenon had just begun to manifest.

Darkness enveloped the surroundings, rushing in swiftly.

The coffin-shaped darkness shifted, surging in like a tide, blocking everyone’s path. This transformation left no place for the others to stand, forcing them to approach the dim and lifeless Ping’an Tower.

Because if they didn’t move closer, they would be consumed by the coffin-shaped darkness.

Once swallowed by that darkness, entering it would be equivalent to stepping into the Ghost Coffin.

Hidden within the Ghost Coffin is the true S-ranked specter, the Ghost Envoy, and encountering the Ghost Envoy in isolation almost guarantees certain death. Surviving by sheer luck is virtually impossible.

But the dreadful part is this—

The Ping’an Tower is the true origin of the Ghost Drawing. Entering it is the same as stepping into the world of the Ghost Drawing. Even if you manage to survive in the skyscraper filled with malevolent ghosts, you’ll never be able to escape.

Both paths lead to death.

And this was Li Jun’s real trump card to deal with Chen Qiaoyang.

“You have no way out anymore. Just enter the building obediently.” Li Jun’s hoarse voice growled lowly.

Borrowing the supernatural power of the Ghost Drawing and the Ghost Envoy carries immense risks.

He had to be extremely cautious, as connecting with the world of the Ghost Drawing also meant it was connecting with him. Should anything go wrong, the malevolent specters within the Ghost Drawing could potentially escape into reality. For this reason, Li Jun avoided this dangerous method unless absolutely necessary.

“Chen Qiaoyang, something feels very off about this situation. Quickly think of a way to escape! Stop insisting on dragging things out with Li Jun—it’s not worth it.”

Zhang Qing, terrified, had even abandoned his wheelchair. He stumbled stiffly as he ran, evading the encroaching darkness behind him.

Wan Tong, too, was fleeing in heart-pounding fear.

But it was all futile.

The ancient mansion was only so large. Before them was the eerie skyscraper invading from the illusory supernatural realm, while behind them was the ever-consuming darkness.

Even the small spaces left for standing wouldn’t last long.

Though Chen Qiaoyang had only just broken free and didn’t know much about the outside world, his sharp instincts told him one thing: This young man named Li Jun had borrowed the supernatural powers of the Ghost Drawing and the Ghost Coffin to deal with him.

“Young as you are, you certainly have ruthless tactics. I’ve been trapped for long enough and refuse to be confined in that painting again. Furthermore, you’re merely borrowing the strength of the ghosts—you don’t truly control them. So, don’t overestimate yourself. I was meddling with these ghostly things long before you were even born.”

Chen Qiaoyang stared at Li Jun, his eyes unyielding and sharp.

There was a strange fierceness in his expression—not the kind seen in ordinary people, but more akin to a malevolent ghost locking its gaze upon its prey.

“If you think you can stop me, go ahead and try.” Li Jun, engulfed in ghostly flames, stood unyielding.

Behind him, the shadowy Ping’an Tower grew more distinct. It had fully invaded the real world. You could even touch the building’s walls, smell the burnt odor, and feel the chilling air emanating from inside.

Li Jun had forcibly pierced through to the world of the Ghost Drawing.

This was no longer the ancient mansion of Dadong City; it now belonged to the Ghost Drawing. In this world, whether they were ordinary people or ghost controllers, without finding the correct exit, escaping was impossible. The only one capable of escaping was Li Jun, who controlled the Ghost Flame.

And having entered the Ghost Drawing’s world—

The fuzzy-featured woman in red, originally within the ancient mansion, began to clarify in form. It seemed as though something incomplete about her had been restored.

Most notably, the red-dressed woman’s feet had become entirely visible now, though her facial features remained obscured.

At the same time, this woman from the painting began to move.

She wandered outside Ping’an Tower, pacing and drifting about. Clear, resounding footsteps echoed through the air. The sound of her steps mismatched her body—despite her wearing vague red embroidered shoes, the sound resembled leather shoes stomping on old wooden floors.

Ghost Footsteps.

This eerie sound of her steps would kill anyone it approached. In the past, even with the Eight-Tone Music Box’s curse activated, Yang Jian almost succumbed to this rule-bound killing—it was nearly impossible to resist.

However, the woman from the painting wasn’t the only terrifying presence looming.

The Ghost Coffin’s darkness continued pressing closer, while she roamed the area.

Chen Qiaoyang, Zhang Qing, and Wan Tong had no escape routes left.

Confronted with two S-ranked supernatural events, even Captain Level individuals would feel fear and despair.

With this one tactic, Li Jun was capable of dealing with any supernatural event or any formidable entity.

And yet—

Chen Qiaoyang began to laugh, his cold grin devoid of sound. “Young man, did you really think the name Chen Qiaoyang, the Ghost Shepherd, was just empty flattery? Do you think borrowing the power of that cursed painting and that coffin renders me helpless? If you plan to take me down, allow me to educate you—my life, Chen Qiaoyang’s, isn’t something even ghosts can claim.”

He stood motionless.

Both hands gripped the old, rickety railing of the mansion’s second-floor balcony.

And yet, he seemed untouched—the space he occupied still belonged to the ancient mansion. The world of the Ghost Drawing hadn’t been able to encroach upon him.

“That…what is that?” Li Jun’s expression faltered.

Ghost flames flickered in his dark eye sockets as he spotted four eerie silhouettes manifesting around Chen Qiaoyang.

They looked like malevolent ghosts but resembled four corpses even more.

Each corpse was strange. One was dried up and blackened, its flesh tightly clinging to its bones. Another was bloated and pale, as though submerged in water for an extended period. The third was mangled, bearing scars from sharp weapons. The final one appeared intact but wore clothes from the Republic of China period, starkly out of place in the modern era.

These four corpses were likely four distinct malevolent ghosts.

Yet, the chilling part was that the ghosts held hands, standing in a circle around Chen Qiaoyang, forming an impenetrable barrier. They shielded him entirely from the influence of the Ghost Drawing and the advancing darkness.

The wandering, eerie woman in red from the painting drifted aimlessly, but she never approached Chen Qiaoyang. He did not belong to the world of the Ghost Drawing. By relying on his own supernatural means, he ensured his safety.

“What a shame. If you’d come a little earlier, the spirits I command wouldn’t have been enough to resist the cursed painting and the coffin. But now, though my preparation isn’t fully complete, it’s enough to keep me alive.”

Chen Qiaoyang’s eyes shifted subtly, though his sharp, unwavering gaze remained fixed on Li Jun.

“I am, after all, the Ghost Shepherd. And as for you…you’re the one who should disappear.”

With those words, a series of old clock chimes resonated through the mansion.

The bell within the ancient mansion had begun to ring once more.

Chen Qiaoyang intended to reset the time within the mansion, banishing the cursed painting and the coffin.

As the chimes echoed—

The Ping’an Tower looming in reality began to distort like a mirage, fading away. Simultaneously, the encroaching darkness rapidly withdrew, and even the wandering woman in red evaporated as though everything was on the verge of vanishing for good.

And yet—

The position Chen Qiaoyang occupied also began to fade, while Li Jun remained unscathed.

It was an illusion.

In truth, Chen Qiaoyang hadn’t disappeared; rather, the mansion’s resetting clock was ejecting him from the current time.

“Your reset is futile. We exist in the same timeline—wherever you go, I’ll be there as well.” Li Jun shouted.

“I know. But supernatural powers work differently. The clock’s influence doesn’t extend the same way to the cursed painting and coffin. And I’m not the same as them,” Chen Qiaoyang replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, his form vanished entirely.

Li Jun stood where he was, still present.

The receding darkness surged forward again, the flickering mirage of Ping’an Tower resumed its clarity, and the vanishing woman from the painting abruptly reappeared…

The supernatural forces were too strong. Even the clock’s resetting power could only suppress them momentarily for a few seconds.

Chen Qiaoyang, however, had already been removed by the reset.

Li Jun, on the other hand, failed to reset and remained behind.

“Damned old man,” he cursed under his breath, his expression a mix of rage and frustration.

This sly opponent had an unnervingly deep understanding of supernatural powers. To think that he’d come so close to trapping Chen Qiaoyang within the world of the Ghost Drawing, only to be outmaneuvered and eluded by him.

All that was left were two insignificant individuals.

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong.

The two of them had already entered the world of the Ghost Drawing, no longer within the ancient mansion. Staring after them, Li Jun said nothing and retracted his Ghost Domain.

The Ghost Flame faded, isolating the supernatural phenomena.

A cold-green flame flickered threateningly in Li Jun’s palm. Within it, a clearly visible, eerie Ping’an Tower stood still, and the shadowy figures of Zhang Qing and Wan Tong could be seen as they fled in terror.

But in the end—

Li Jun clenched his fist, extinguishing the flame, and all traces of the supernatural disappeared.

The Ghost Drawing ceased. The Ghost Coffin no longer invaded reality.

Li Jun was left standing alone in the desolate, dim ancient mansion.

“Li Jun? Why are you here?”

Suddenly, a voice full of surprise echoed within the mansion.

Li Yang stood on the third floor of the mansion, looking down at him with astonishment.

“It’s you…Li Yang?”

Li Jun recognized him. Raising his head, the ghostly flames in his dark eye sockets danced menacingly.

“Wait, behind you—”

Suddenly, Li Jun’s expression twisted as he noticed two terrifying figures standing alongside Li Yang. They were a middle-aged couple, their complexion sickly pale, emanating a deathly aura. They stood like two corpses frozen in place.

Ghosts!

No doubt about it.

They were terrifying specters wandering within the ancient mansion.

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