Above Ghost Lake.
A few captains finally confronted the ghosts here formally, but this was just the beginning, as the source of the Ghost Domain has yet to be discovered.
anwhile, Shen Lin was carrying a red, eerie axe as he left the small boat and disappeared over the lake's surface.
He never left; he was always around.
Just buried deep within the mories of a corpse, he needed to explore the past, uncover the source of Ghost Lake, and understand all the secrets.
Within the mories, Shen Lin was not absolutely safe.
Especially the act of invading ghosts' mories was highly dangerous; he would be attacked by ghosts — if killed, it would an his death — but death wasn't the end. He would wake up within another mory and invade reality again, except this ti, he'd be detached from the Ghost Lake event.
With resurrection through new mories, Shen Lin could only exist at the mont that mory appeared.
In other words, if Shen Lin was killed in the mories now, then when he resurrects and invades reality from a new mory, it wouldn't be now but at so point in the past, and he would lose all future mories.
This is a reboot.
But not an infinite reboot.
The more he dies, the more he forgets, and eventually, fewer will rember him until he is completely forgotten and disappears from this world.
"Bang!"
In the deep mories, Shen Lin stood on an empty street, the ghost tried to attack him, but he chopped off its head with a single axe.
The ghost dissipates, the world of mory is being replaced by him.
Everything exists within his mind.
He replaced the ghost and claid the ghost's identity.
"Not this one, try again."
Shen Lin's figure gradually vanished again as he leveraged the ghost's mories to continue penetrating deeper into other ghosts' mories.
Relentlessly searching, constantly battling fierce ghosts.
Everything in his path would be split by his axe.
This was rightful as these ghosts weren't true ghosts — rely spiritual corpses within Ghost Lake — easily killable so he could effortlessly replace them. Encountering true ghosts, the victory wouldn't be so easy.
Thus Shen Lin's thod was straightforward.
He searches along the supernatural path, for the source is there; he rely needs a little ti to pursue it.
The hardest to confront would certainly be the source ghost.
"If successful, perhaps I can possess the supernatural power of Ghost Lake."
Such thoughts spontaneously erged within Shen Lin's mind.
No one knows how many tis he invaded.
Ti passed quickly in the world of mories — perhaps a day in the mories, just ten minutes outside.
Shen Lin delved deeper.
Finally, his footsteps halted as he invaded an unknown mory, surprisingly appearing once again in Ping'an Ancient Town.
This wasn't the Ping'an Ancient Town in reality; this was within mories.
The town was very small, very small — so places were so blurry and dark, unable to see clearly — because the mory could only retain a portion, unable to replicate an entire town or even a city as no one possesses such an excellent mory.
"Is this the dock? Previously I and they took the small boat to Ghost Lake's dock."
Shen Lin stopped his footsteps, surrounded by solitude and silence.
"Whose mory is this exactly?"
He was still puzzled, attempting to find the owner of this mory.
But suddenly.
From the direction of the ancient town, a black coffin was carried over by four people. Those four had blurred appearances and physiques, seemingly disturbed by supernatural forces, unable to have their visage imprinted by mory.
Yet most vivid was the black coffin.
"Right, during the last mory invasion, a black small boat transported a black coffin to Ghost Lake." Shen Lin mused.
The black coffin was placed down at the dock by the four shadowy figures.
Then the four stood alongside each other, seemingly engaged in an intense argunt.
Their voices were loud, yet regardless of how hard Shen Lin tried, he couldn't hear clearly.
The reason for the inaudibility was because the mory owner didn't rember the conversation — if they had, Shen Lin would have heard it.
Everything was ambiguous.
Except for the black coffin, which was so real — even tangible.
Shen Lin ignored the four furiously debating individuals, directly approached the coffin.
He had a hunch.
Inside the coffin possibly lay a fierce ghost, significantly connected to Ghost Lake, maybe even its source.
He suddenly stopped.
He glanced down.
Water was seeping from beneath the coffin, flowing across the ground, leaving the surface all wet.
"Find a place and bury the coffin deeply." Suddenly, a clearer voice said.
Shen Lin sharply raised his head looking at those four individuals.
Then all the voices blurred again, becoming unintelligible.
Shen Lin stared for a while, hearing a few distinct sentences, all trivial — like, waiting for the boat, the coffin must be carried away — such and such.
He approached the black coffin.
Bending down, he faintly heard a woman sobbing inside the coffin.
If Yang Jian were here, he would surely recognize it.
The sobbing was identical to that of Ghost Face.
"No ti to hesitate, must deal with this quickly; Li Jun and Yang Jian have no idea how long they can hold on."
Shen Lin took a deep breath, reached out, touching the coffin then shoving it.
"Bang!"
The heavy coffin lid fell off, dropping down heavily onto the ground.
Inside the coffin astonishingly was filled with water; floating upon it was a mass of black hair, and within the water vaguely sank a peculiar corpse at the coffin's bottom.
Although not clearly visible, it definitely was a female corpse.
For the long black hair was the most apparent evidence.
"Is the source of Ghost Lake the female corpse within this coffin?" Shen Lin vaguely understood.
Without saying a word.
He kicked over the black coffin. .
The overturned coffin released its water, splashing all over the ground.
Shen Lin gripped his axe, readying himself.
Yet what happened next was extraordinary.
After the coffin tipped over, except for the big puddle of water, there was nothing — rely strands of long black hair scattered about the ground.
"Where's the corpse? Where's the coffin's corpse, why isn't it here?" Shen Lin was montarily dazed.
"Wait, if this mory is indeed the ghost's mory, then the ghost wouldn't be inside the coffin — but in... the vicinity."
Suddenly.
His hair stood upright, his body abruptly tense.
Because Shen Lin felt a cold body close to his back, wet hair brushing against his cheek — it was a little ticklish, slightly chilly, but most notably intimidating fear.
The hand clutching the axe seed sowhat stiff at this mont.
This wasn't nervousness; it genuinely felt stiff.
His body felt cold, thoroughly soaked.
Existing only within mories, Shen Lin too deeply penetrated the supernatural mories, but now a ghost touched him, affecting him.
"Die!"
Shen Lin growled, swinging the axe backward at the cold, terrifying figure behind him.
But the axe swing hit nothing.
Behind him, there was nothing.
"Vanished?"
He was both shocked and furious, but suddenly realized his body unexpectedly sweating from anxiety or the recent ghost influence, continually dripping water.
Shen Lin noticed sothing — he looked down.
In the pooled water beneath, his reflection was gone, replaced by a figure draped in hair looking strange as a fierce ghost — yet also resembling him.
"Was I invaded? No, the ghost is attempting to manipulate ." Shen Lin's expression rapidly changed.
He realized this wasn't an ordinary ghost — it was the source of Ghost Lake.
He, being an outlier similar to ghosts, invading the mories of a fierce ghost holds the possibility of being controlled.
Shen Lin had overconfidence, becoming an outlier, nonexistent in reality yet possessing the reboot ability—a top presence among captains—thus fearlessly invading fierce ghosts' mories.
However, he underestimated Ghost Lake's terror this ti.
"Shake it off."
Shen Lin gritted his teeth, watching as everything around him collapsed, disappeared.
Quickly evading the fierce ghost's mories to return to a realm he could control.
Ping'an Ancient Town vanished, replaced by a modernized city.
This was the city he managed: Daxia City.
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