Using the existence of the Ghost Gate, Yang Jian forcefully reduced the number of ghosts within the ancient mansion. The less terrifying ghosts were directly transferred into the Ghost Gate via the Ghost Domain, while those that couldnât be transferred were directly picked up and thrown inside with the Coffin Nail.
In this situation, there was no time to restrain a particular ghost; rather, it was necessary to restore the balance of the mansion.
âNo danger after all, the door disappeared, and the ghost behind it didnât invade.â Li Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
He still felt a lingering fear.
The ability of the Ghost Door Blocker failed again, unable to stop the terrifying and eerie dead face.
Moreover, the most inexplicable thing was that even though the door eventually disappeared, the dead face still appeared inside the mansion, and in the end, it relied on the presence of the elderly man in the coffin to send the ghost back.
On the wall, a few outlines of human faces still remained.
These were traces left after the supernatural invasion failed.
âThe ghost behind the door is too terrifying, this door cannot be opened again for a short period of time.â Yang Jian said gravely.
Li Yang nodded in deep agreement.
âThe effect is good, the balance is restored, at least we donât have to worry about losing control in the next few hours,â Zhou Deng was satisfied as he looked at the basically empty hall.
Just now, the two cooperated to send the ghost into the Ghost Gate, directly clearing the ghosts in the hall.
The remaining ones had retreated to the courtyardâs location.
And the elderly manâs corpse began to sit up from the coffin again, body straight and rigid, with no intention of lying back down.
âI didnât expect to use this method.â The falcon showed some amazement.
The methods of Yang Jian were endless. The night watch lost control on the second day, the vigil threw off balance on the fourth, all were forcefully pulled back by him. If it werenât for him, we would have been wiped out a long time ago.
Truly.
This time the task was not prepared for the fourth floorâs messenger but prepared for him.
âHopefully everything remains normal before midnight.â The falcon thought as he looked at the mansion regaining its calm.
âLetâs rest for a bit, the next few hours should be fine. The key is to see if anything happens between eleven and midnight. But having sent away so many terrifying ghosts, hopefully, there wonât be any more accidents.â
Yang Jian looked at the empty hall where no terrifying ghost was approaching, feeling somewhat relaxed.
He stared at the stationary terrifying ghosts at the courtyard.
In his heart, he knew very well that among those seemingly still figures, many pairs of eerie eyes were indeed watching him. If not for the elderly manâs body still playing a role, he didnât know how many ghostly attacks he would have suffered in an instant.
Those supernatural attacks are enough to swallow him whole, absolutely unstoppable.
Time continued to pass.
Hour after hour went by.
The mansion was very quiet.
The eerie radio and the five severed fingers, after being thrown into the red coffin, were normal, with no supernatural phenomena.
Evening at eight, nine⊠ten oâclock.
Getting closer to the fifth day.
Around eleven oâclock, the sound of a door opening suddenly echoed from the corridor nearby.
Squeak!
It was the distinct sound made by an old wooden door opening.
A person, seemingly, walked out of a room there.
It was a woman in a red cheongsam, with equally bright red high heels, and an alluring and sexy figure.
âIs it Leuk Qingqing?â
The falconâs eyes widened, more shocked than seeing a ghost, incredulously looking at the woman who suddenly walked out into the corridor.
âNo way, wasnât she dead after getting off the bus a few days ago? How could she be alive, moreover, walking out from a room inside the mansion?â Fan Xing was also very shocked.
âMaybe itâs not really her, she might be a ghost now.â
He then came up with this idea.
Only this could explain why Leuk Qingqing would suddenly appear in the mansion tonight.
But among these people, only Yang Jian was very certain that Leuk Qingqing was still alive, not dead.
She was saved.
Saved by the Republic of China Periodâs ghost handler, vanished, but in reality was moving through her, thus not in the mansion.
Yang Jianâs Ghost Eyes stared at Leuk Qingqing, observing her every move.
Leuk Qingqingâs eyes showed confusion, vigilance, and anxiety, rich in humanity, no longer the numb, cold, emotionless state before.
This indicated that she was normal.
âYang, Yang Jian? Falcon? Whâwhat is this place?â Leuk Qingqingâs face suddenly revealed a shade of excitement the moment she saw the two of them.
She seemed to have lost her memory.
Totally unaware why she appeared inside this mansion, or how she got there.
âLooks like youâre normal now, Leuk Qingqing.â Yang Jian said coldly: âAnother piece added to the puzzle, have you already controlled three ghosts?â
He noticed that the style of Leuk Qingqingâs red high heels had changed.
This style was quite Republic of China era, not modern, identical to the eerie style the other ghostly woman wore.
Is this the gift that person left for Leuk Qingqing?
âIs that so? But I donât know what happened before, I just know I was chased by ghosts, fled into that Old Lin, then lost my memory⊠when I came to, I found myself in a dilapidated room, and as I walked out, I saw you two.â
Leuk Qingqing lowered her head to look.
She also noticed those red high heels were not normal.
It was a supernatural item, could also be a terrifying ghost.
âIs this the mansion we saw from the bus earlier? Who brought me here?â Leuk Qingqing had many questions.
Yang Jian said: âNo one brought you here, you came yourself, interfered by some supernatural force, affecting yourself.â
He didnât want to say more.
Regarding the Republic of China Period womanâs existence, he didnât even know how to explain, moreover, itâs a very secret matter which he himself did not want to share.
âIs that so?â Leuk Qingqing furrowed her brow, puzzled, and reflecting.
The memory seemed wiped, simply non-existent, she blanked out a section of time.
This wasnât the first time.
The last time in Dachuan City 301, she experienced this, witnessing a memory that wasnât hers emerge, then she began acting strange.
Didnât expect it to happen again now.
âLeuk Qingqing was wearing a red cheongsam the first time we met, maybe she has been affected by the supernatural since that initial encounter, unnoticed by herself and growing deeper with time.â
Yang Jian felt that now Leuk Qingqing could hardly be regarded as Leuk Qingqing.
Her consciousness was temporary, at some point in the future her original self would vanish completely, replaced by something.
Though no evidence yet, Yang Jian had this premonition.
The ghost Liu Qingqing harnesses is a certain puzzle; she only temporarily possesses it. Once the puzzle is complete, she loses her existenceâs meaning.
âDonât overthink it; surviving is a blessing, regardless of how. Most of us are dead; having an extra helper is literally a godsend,â Zhou Deng stated bluntly.
He didnât mind Liu Qingqingâs secrets at all.
All he knew was that Liu Qingqing was alive, and that was enough.
âTrue, two ghost-wielders died today. Now with Liu Qingqing, we are a bit strongerâa good thing indeed,â Li Yang said, glancing at Yang Jian.
Li Yang worried that the captain might kill Liu Qingqing out of concern.
Liu Qingqing seemed surprised, âReally? Everyone else is dead? What about the messengers on the fourth floor?â
âAre you talking about Wang Feng or Da Qiang? Theyâre both dead. Da Qiang died today, and no one knows where the corpse went. Wang Feng died on the second day in the mansion. The others died gradually these past days; only a few of us can still move,â Old Eagle said, pointing at Yang Xiaohua floating mid-air.
âTheir status is still uncertain.â
Liu Qingqing said, âIt seems indeed dangerous here, seeing so many people died; I donât know what happenedâcan you tell me?â
âNo problem.â
Old Eagle promptly recounted the events of the first dayâs burial, the second dayâs vigil, and the third dayâs mourning.
âAs you see, today is the fourth dayâs condolence; the fifth dayâs coming soon. Everyoneâs worried the mansion will destabilize in the final hour, trying to figure out responses.â
âHard to imagine, you inferred the mansionâs pattern without any information or pointers,â Liu Qingqing looked at Yang Jian in surprise. âWith you, people still died, but without you, everyone would have perished on the first day.â
âThereâs no point in saying much; one wrong step, everyone dies. Get four days right, and so what?â Yang Jian replied expressionlessly.
No joy, no relief, just pressing urgency and weighty stress.
âThe fifth day is predicted as the ghost banquet; waking now probably wonât help,â Liu Qingqing said.
âYouâll be useful eventually,â Yang Jian assured while looking at her.
The woman from the Republic of China Period must have deliberate reason letting Liu Qingqing out now, instead of waiting for the seventh night where risks would be void.
Therefore.
It can be inferred.
Liu Qingqing may play a crucial role on the fifth day.
What that role is, it depends on what unfolds on the fifth day.
Although her arrival hasnât changed much, adding a ghost-wielder and fourth-floor messenger creates some dynamics for survival.
In despair, a change means more hope.
Time reached eleven-thirty.
At this point, everyone saw the elderâs corpse in the coffin not as straight anymore, reclining slowly, apparently exhausted, unable to suppress the mansion further.
âThe ghost hasnât moved yet.â
Yang Jian observed, the ghost at the courtyard still hadnât advanced, remained stationary.
The remaining half-hour ticked away.
Finally.
At eleven fifty, a change occurred.
The elderâs corpse ceased stiffness, lying completely in the coffin; fierce and stern became serene, as if passing peacefully.
At eleven fifty-one.
An anomaly emerged.
From the courtyard, a shadow crept along the wall, intruding forth.
The shadow resembled someone walking, silhouette and appearance were blurred, like a shadow yet not; more akin to a projection.
The shadow began crossing the courtyard into the main hall.
As it entered, everyoneâs forms began distorting.
They started being drawn by a supernatural power, becoming blurred projections.
The red qipao on Liu Qingqing intensified, emitting a faint glow as her distortion quickly restored.
With the qipao, she blocked the supernatural influence.
âGhosts unable to be sent away have high terror levels. This ghost acted quickly; its danger levelâs likely A, disrupting everyone through supernatural influence,â Yang Jianâs face changed, realizing mourning clothes were failing.
The fourth condolence day was ending.
Mourning clothesâ effects were diminishing.
The final minutes were transition times, hence most dangerous, unable to guarantee completion of mansion pattern changes each time perfectly.
Yang Jianâs ghost shadow swayed, large black shadow shrouded him, resisting the influence.
The terrifying ghost silhouette moved along the mansion walls; unable to fully manifest, it existed as a shadow yet could affect nearby people, turning them into wall shadows.
This required supernatural power to counter.
Zhou Deng wasnât afraid.
The human skin mask remained on his face; currently, heâs a ghost, unaffected by the influence.
âCaptainâŠâ Li Yangâs eyes widened.
His hand disappeared, becoming a ground shadow; legs too vanished, rapidly turning into shadows.
Old Eagle at the corner, his ghost dice spun wildly.
A ghost joined the game.
âThe fifth day isnât here, yet the ghostâs eager to start killing?â Yang Jian quickly expanded the ghost domain, covering Li Yang.
Li Yangâs erosion symptoms halted, unable to revert though.
The supernatural influence couldnât be easily reversed, unless restarted.
But Yang Jian could only restart himself, couldnât restart others.
Li Yang lost a hand and legs.
Yet bizarrely, he could walkâlegs projected to the ground, unaffected himself.
Incredibly strange.
âDamn.â Fan Xing growled.
He too was affected, his body slowly dragged into the ground, becoming a projection.
Yang Jianâs ghost domain covered, attempting rescue, yet a chilling scene unfolded.
A hand grabbed Fan Xingâs shadowed legs, pulling downward swiftly.
The hand stemmed from the wall ghost.
The ghost latched onto Fan Xing.
Yang Jianâs ghost domain covered swiftly, trying to hinder the supernatural spread.
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