bookbashuk Chapter 72: Murder Through Crying, Continuous Losses!
Chapter 72: Murder Through Crying, Continuous Losses!
Just because he touched the coffin, Ye Feng suffered a terrible, certain death attack.
Fortunately, the shroud shielded him from the injury, allowing him to survive unharmed.
But as the next talisman loosened, Ye Feng felt terrible.
He quickly got up and ran outside.
The rest of the club members no longer had any intention of trying to imprison the ghost and turned to flee towards the outskirts of Huanggang Village.
A mournful cry, neither male nor female, emanated from the mourning hall; it was so poignant that it was incredibly moving even after just a short while.
"Was it that talisman that fell down?"
Ye Feng couldn't help but look back. After all, the mourning hall was already empty, and the extra crying sounded so eerie.
Just as he had guessed.
The yellow talisman was soaked in blood, and the crying sound did indeed come from it.
Moreover, as the sound progressed, it seemed to get closer and closer, as if it were about to explode deep inside your ears at any moment.
"Damn it, there's something wrong with that crying too!"
Ye Feng felt a chill run down his spine. In that short moment, combined with the attack that had forced him to kneel earlier, this place had actually gathered three kinds of supernatural phenomena!
He could feel the burial shroud wrapping him closer and closer, a sign that the clothes were suffering the negative effects of the attack.
While the shroud helps him defend against attacks, it also corrodes Ye Feng's body.
As the cries echoed, the woman who had been brought there by He Sheng first also began to cry strangely.
"Damn it, still crying? Can't you see the ghost chasing after us!"
Zhang Han couldn't help but curse.
But then he realized that something seemed very wrong.
The delicate woman's face was twitching uncontrollably.
She shook her head, trying her best to suppress the twitch of her lips, but it was to no avail.
A soft sob gradually escaped her throat, and then her eyes began to glaze over, losing all color.
She knelt on the ground, just like Ye Feng had before, and began to weep, facing the direction of the mourning hall.
The woman is dead.
It didn't even last ten seconds.
Immediately afterwards, the same thing happened to the ghost tamer named Zhang Yiming.
"Ye Feng, quick... quick, save me! That crying is very dangerous! Take me away from here! I... I don't want to die!"
Zhang Yiming reached out and grabbed Ye Feng's arm, but Ye Feng shook him off.
"Look at the situation clearly. You're not the only one being consumed by the cries; we're all the same!"
Ye Feng angrily retorted, "Being targeted in this situation is a death sentence. Instead of trying to drag us down with you, why not block that ghost for us and buy us more time? At least after we get out, we can burn some paper money for you."
Zhang Yiming kept a straight face and tried his best to mobilize the supernatural power of the evil spirit within him to resist, but it was to no avail.
Seeing that Ye Feng refused to help him, he tried to pull Wang Xiaoqiang's arm.
Unfortunately, everyone avoided him as if he were a plague god.
Finally, with a sob squeezed out of his throat, his body could no longer bear the pressure, and he turned around and knelt down in the direction of the mourning hall.
When everyone saw this, their hearts sank.
Zhang Yiming also died.
"Damn it, Wang Xiaoqiang, the file your brother gave you is problematic. He's trying to get us all killed in there!"
Ye Feng couldn't help but curse as he ran along the path.
If he hadn't been able to control two ghosts, he probably would have died before Zhang Yiming.
That coffin was terrifying. Even touching it caused such a horrifying attack. I really don't know how Feng Quan dared to lie down inside it.
"Alright, now is not the time to talk about this. Let's leave Huanggang Village first. I'll get a proper explanation from him for what happened tonight."
Wang Xiaoqiang's face was extremely grim. After a period of escape, they finally returned to the village entrance.
I saw three sports cars parked on the side of the road. There were six people when they arrived, and in less than half an hour, half of them were destroyed.
Without saying a word, Wang Xiaoqiang climbed into one of the sports cars. After this incident, Ye Feng and Zhang Han didn't drive the other two sports cars, but instead forced their way into Wang Xiaoqiang's car.
They feared that the ghosts of Huanggang Village might suddenly appear in their car, and if they were alone, they would surely die.
After all, after that ghost killed He Sheng and Zhang Yiming, the number of suppressed slots will reach a terrifying three!
This is the conclusion Ye Feng reached after He Sheng's death.
However, after driving for a full twenty minutes, the three of them still hadn't seen the road.
They seem to have been circling around Huanggang Village.
Sudden.
A figure appeared in the middle of the road without warning.
Wang Xiaoqiang didn't react in time, and the entire car crashed directly into it.
The figure was thrown into the air, and the sports car was totaled.
But the sound of footsteps still came from the edge of the silent fields.
Ye Feng was the first to climb out of the car, and he looked at the figure that Wang Xiaoqiang had knocked away.
That person was actually... He Sheng!
At this moment, He Sheng's face was ashen, looking no different from the ghost in Huanggang Village.
"Holy crap, what the hell is going on?!"
Ye Feng was speechless with emotion. He saw He Sheng walk to the driver's seat of the sports car and reach his hand inside the window.
This guy seems to be trying to pull Wang Xiaoqiang out of there.
Fortunately, Wang Xiaoqiang climbed out from the passenger seat.
This relieved Ye Feng.
If this ghost's quota is increased again, then there's really no point in playing anymore.
Before long, the three of them gathered together.
The footsteps quickly followed the sports car around to them, and He Sheng stood there in front of the three of them, but he did not move.
"Is it because there aren't enough slots for suppression that they haven't taken action?"
Ye Feng wasn't quite sure. They leaned against an old tree, and for a moment, they found themselves in a stalemate.
Until new footsteps came from the nearby road.
He Sheng's numb head turned slightly, his eyes moving as he looked towards the source of the sound.
In the darkness, the footsteps were light and crisp, as if stepping on paper, giving one an unreal feeling.
Not long after.
A man in his early twenties, with a sallow complexion and a somewhat sickly appearance, appeared before everyone.
They had never seen this person before, so he seemed quite unfamiliar to them.
"Hmm? Shouldn't the records be about problems within this village?"
Liu San stared at the four people with suspicion—no, it should be three people and one ghost.
"Damn it, who is this ghost tamer now? Why did they have to come in at this time?"
Ye Feng initially thought it was the second ghost in the village, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a stranger who controlled ghosts.
Things have completely spiraled out of control, and they're in a terrible state.
Because the person in front of him was already alone.
Just as he expected, He Sheng's stiff body swayed slightly, and he directly abandoned the stalemate with the three of them, instead attacking the ghost tamer.
"No, we can't let this guy die too, otherwise if the number of spots keeps increasing, everyone will be doomed here."
Ye Feng counted the number: the two ghosts inside his body, plus the ghosts of Wang Xiaoqiang and Zhang Han, made a total of four.
There are only 3 slots available for this ghost right now. If we kill this stranger who controls the ghost, we will have 4 slots. If the number becomes equal, even the slightest problem could lead to our team being wiped out instantly.
This is absolutely unacceptable.
"Quick, we have to get to that guy before this ghost attacks."