No matter how the firewood knife is used, it carries a strong curse.
After Yang Jian chopped off the ghostâs five fingers, wounds appeared on his hand as well. The wounds were deep, resembling decay, yet they were very regular.
His fingers fell off one by one.
This decay penetrated deep into the flesh and bone, irreversible, and spread rapidly.
But these wounds did not spread further and soon halted.
âTrading your wounds for the dismemberment of a ghost is clearly a gain.â Yang Jian said expressionlessly, indifferent to such wounds.
He picked up the two severed fingers, not wanting the ghost to reassemble the puzzle.
He tossed the fingers into the Red coffin.
Using the Red coffinâs ability to suppress the supernatural, he rendered the ghostâs fingers useless.
After doing all this, Yang Jian withdrew.
The ghost did not continue to attack the others here, so he did not dismember the ghost further.
There were too many dangers here; Yang Jian could not use all his strength to deal with just one ghost.
âDa Qiang is dead.â Eagle observed the situation and said silently while looking at Da Qiangâs body.
Another messenger from the fourth floor was dead.
How many messengers are left now?
Thereâs the life-and-death uncertain Yang Xiaohua, himself on the brink of death from a curse, and Li Yang and Yang Jian.
In other words, excluding the two powerful intruders, Li Yang and Yang Jian, the original messengers were nearly all dead.
âHe was a bit unlucky, targeted by the ghost, triggering some inevitable deadly rule of the ghost.â
Yang Jian glanced over, his face cold, and said, âFuneral clothes arenât guaranteed to repel ghost attacks; they can only repel most of them, just like the old manâs corpse in the coffin.â
âNow, when it revives and sits up, it can only suppress the majority of the supernatural; the remaining gaps we need to fight against.â
âSo todayâs mourning, even if we did everything right, the danger still exists, though itâs better than before. In this context, Da Qiang is the only one who shouldnât have died. The others died because the balance was broken.â
Eagle said, âAt this rate, Iâm afraid only you and Li Yang will make it to the fifth floor. You have the strength to reach the fifth floor; even the Red delivery mission wonât be difficult for you.â
âNo, thereâs one more person,â Yang Jian said.
âIs it me? Iâm cursed by the Eight-Tone Music Box, and I wonât live long,â Eagle said.
He was now less fearful and taboo; he spoke when necessary, asked when necessary.
Yang Jian looked in a direction and said, âLeuk Qingqing isnât dead yet; sheâs still alive.â
âBut the first seven days havenât passed, even if sheâs alive somewhere, itâs only temporary.â Eagle sighed, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.
Because this delivery mission was really too difficult, too difficult.
Although in theory, any ordinary person could complete the task and successfully deliver the letter, the conditions were too harsh. One wrong step, and correcting it would require a heavy price, perhaps total annihilation.
Yang Jian did not answer him; instead, he went to Da Qiangâs body, picked it up, and directly threw it out of the courtyard, vanishing from the ancient mansion.
But before that, Yang Jian took off the funeral clothes he was wearing and threw them to Zhou Deng.
âDonât say I didnât take care of you; I need your Supernatural Power for the next actions, but if you act recklessly, Iâll chop your head off without hesitation.â
He did not give any face, continuing to warn Zhou Deng.
Because Yang Jian feared that once Zhou Deng got the funeral clothes, he would start causing chaos again.
Now that there were only a few people left dead, they could not afford any more trouble. Moreover, as the seventh day approached, the ancient mansion grew more dangerous, and even Yang Jian was uncertain if he could fully handle the following days.
âYouâre still not reassured with me, Yang Captain?â Zhou Deng asked with a smile after taking the funeral clothes.
âItâs okay; anyway, you wonât have a second chance to mess around.â Yang Jian said.
If he dared to mess around in the last few days, he would take action, without hesitation.
âKeep holding out; I donât believe we canât make it through today.â
Yang Jian said to the remaining people.
After the supernatural incident earlier, the ancient mansion regained calm. It was clear that the ghosts capable of moving had been dealt with by him, and the ghost resting its hand on the black Taishi Chair could no longer move.
It lacked five fingers; the puzzle was broken; its Terror Level was obviously reduced.
Now it couldnât even push the black Taishi Chair, standing like the other ghosts, motionless.
As long as the ghosts donât act out of line, the situation is safe.
Even if the ghost and Yang Jian were only a few meters apart.
Waiting on one hand, keeping an eye on the time on the other.
Six in the morning, seven, eightâŠ
An hour after another passed, yet inside the ancient mansion, the passing of time could not be felt. Whether it was night or day, the environment remained dim and oppressive, so time could only be confirmed through watches, phones, and other timing tools.
On the early tenth day.
A small, unsettling thing happened.
The old manâs corpse sitting in the red coffin tilted, no longer sitting up so straight, slightly leaning back as if about to lay back down.
However, the old manâs corpse did not lay back; it held a strange posture, leaning backward.
Moreover, after this anomaly appeared, the balance inside the ancient mansion was broken.
All the ghosts took almost two steps forward.
Darkness surged, pressing in once again.
âWhatâs going on?â Zhou Deng was startled, quickly stepping back.
Yang Jian, with his ghostly eye observing everything, icily said, âThe old man in the coffin can no longer suppress these ghosts; the ghosts are still invading.â
âIt shouldnât be; wasnât the old man in the coffin supposed to grow stronger as the seventh day approached because his corpse was in a state of revival?â Zhou Deng said.
Yang Jian said, âThe old man is reviving, and the ghosts here are reviving after losing constraints. Now tell me, is the old man reviving faster, or are these ghosts reviving faster?â
âEverything is calculated. On the fourth day, the old manâs ghost revives, and the other ghosts appear on the fourth day. So, initially, the old man is strong, and the other ghosts are weak. But as time goes by, this balance shifts and finally breaks. That threshold should be midnight tonight.â
âHence, the Ghost Banquet begins on the fifth day.â
âAs the ghosts revive, the ancient mansion becomes a death trap, and everyone will die miserably, like a ghastly feast belonging to the ghosts.â
Upon hearing these words, the remaining peopleâs hearts sank to the bottom, cold and bleak.
âNow, my biggest concern isnât these ghosts but that the old man wonât hold until midnight, and the uncontrolled situation will occur prematurely, even half an hour, no, ten minutes earlier, and weâll all be wiped out here.â Yang Jian said gravely.
âIf everything is calculated well, then there shouldnât be a problem, right? The fact that the old man hasnât laid back into the coffin yet shows that the resistance is ongoing.â Zhou Deng said.
Yang Jianâs ghostly eye turned: âIf itâs just the ghosts inside and outside the mansion, the old manâs presence should suffice to maintain balance. But donât forget, when we got off the bus, there was an external paranormal intrusion, so the external paranormal force could very well be the last straw.â
What he was obsessing over was the medium triggered earlier.
The granny with the basket.
Suspected to be the ghost that got off the bus, consistent with the ghost source in the Dachuan City 301 incident.
Moreover, that granny had already entered the ancient mansion; this was something Yang Jian was sure of.
This was a lurking danger.
As to when this danger would erupt, that remained unknown.
âExternal paranormal, huh?â
Li Yangâs expression also tightened upon hearing this, and he, too, thought of the granny with the basket.
Previously, when he retrieved the lantern and passed through the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of the eerie granny.
Although it was just a fleeting glance, he would never forget it.
However, now, Li Yang could no longer spot any trace of that grannyâs figure, as if she vanished upon entering the mansion, yet he believed this terrifying ghost was still lurking in the mansion.
The sudden baby crying sound heard before, which then disappeared, was very likely related to that granny.
As time went by.
Every passing hour, the old manâs corpse in the red coffin leaned back a little more. While at first the movements were minimal, after noon, the upright old man was nearly laid into the coffin completely.
The cost of the failing balance was an even deeper incursion of ghosts into the mansion.
The five-meter safe distance was gone.
Only a little over one meter remained.
It seemed that if much more time passed, the mansion would be completely overrun.
âThis speed of imbalance definitely canât hold until midnight.â
Yang Jian, Zhou Deng, Li Yang, Fan Xing, and even the eagle in the corner all realized this. They all knew the calculations; no matter how you estimate, it canât survive today.
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