In a modern city occupied by countless ghost children.
Yang Jian, whose body cannot move, is now taken by a ghost child into a building.
The lights inside the building go out, plunging it into darkness. Around countless cold shadows of children appear and disappear, their numbers fluctuating and shifting back and forth.
"While the ghost child was engaging the opponents, it broke through the barriers set by these Republic of China monsters and hid here. However, this kind of hiding should be useless against people of their level. I don't believe none of these old monsters from the Republic of China can find soone."
Yang Jian's body is still stiff at this mont, the supernatural attack from the haunted house elder Zhang Dong is still affecting him, needing so ti to recover.
But whether he recovers or not is still not important now.
Even if his body was normal, he couldn't possibly fight against those old creatures. Once encountered, he could only activate the seven-layer Ghost Domain for temporary self-preservation.
"But as long as the ghost child continues to delay, there's still a high chance I might escape this world."
Yang Jian sees the walls around him in the dim building begin to turn transparent, as if they could disappear at any mont.
The whole world becos increasingly illusory. He feels that in just a few more minutes, the world before his eyes will completely vanish.
And now the ti is 2:35.
"Leave it to fate." Yang Jian calmly stays put, waiting for the outco.
At this mont, the battle between the Republic of China elders and the ghost children across the city continues.
And as ti passes, the situation changes sowhat.
Previously on the ground, the doors that swallowed up ghost children, ghost children started climbing out from them, and not just one, gradually, all the ghost children that fell in crawled out.
The ghost children buried under Grave Soil now even overturn the soil and walk out of it. Although they are covered in earth, they remain unhard, and the supernatural power they exude is even more terrifying.
Even the ghost children who were instantly suppressed in place by Zhang Dong's erasure of supernatural power now regain their mobility...
And after these ghost children break free from restrictions, the number of ghost children in the city quickly increases again.
The quantity far exceeds when they were suppressed by those Republic of China elders.
Clearly, in the prolonged confrontation, the ghost child has taken the upper hand because it has devoured too many ghosts and accumulated substantial supernatural power, which when gathered together, causes even the top-tier ghost controllers of the Republic of China to temporarily suppress and delay it, but not able to thoroughly confront it.
The haunted house elder Zhang Dong also clearly perceives this point. Thus, after temporarily gaining the upper hand, he imdiately takes action and heads straight for Yang Jian.
Kill Yang Jian, and everything will be over.
Several people under Zhang Dong's lead join forces and pave the way, countless ghost children co forth and block them, engaging in the fiercest supernatural confrontation.
"Unfortunately, during the previous confrontation, I lost to that junior and had my own supernatural power stolen, otherwise the situation wouldn't have turned out like this." ng Xiaodong looks stern with an old face, appearing furious.
They find themselves barely able to advance at this mont.
Even with Zhang Dong paving the way, he can only block the ghost children in front, but in doing so, ghost children from other directions do not miss the opportunity, appearing in vast numbers, aiming to crush these Republic of China elders with absolute quantity advantage.
"If this consumption continues, there's not a good chance of winning. The first wave of suppressed ghost children has already awakened, so subsequent actions will only be more difficult than before, we're going to lose."
Suddenly, Zhang Dong speaks, and he prudently judges the current situation.
The erasure of all supernatural powers is now stopped by rows of cold ghost children, and afterwards, the second row of ghost children swarms in.
Once enough quantity is reached, even he finds it difficult to sustain.
"I've felt it, we're no longer opponents. This ghost child has at least three or more types of supernatural powers stacked up, besides that, it also carries a curse that reduces life expectancy, the Ghost Domain is also very terrifying, and it isn't in a real state... Additionally, this ghost child also possesses the ability to foresee the future."
Old Qin slightly narrows his eyes, stating his observation result. He doesn't make a move now because he no longer knows how to deal with such ghostly beings.
Such a terrifying fierce ghost, encountering one would need careful handling, let alone so many in number.
Luckily, these elders from the Republic of China are indeed formidable, able to temporarily counter it.
However, a ghost's potential is inexhaustible, while humans are limited.
Even ghost controllers of their level cannot endlessly confront fierce ghosts.
"Can you open the door to directly take us to attack that junior?" Sexton Luo Qian asks.
The manager of the Ghost Post Office, Luo Wensong says; "Can't do it, all the doors are blocked by this ghost child, my supernatural powers are being suppressed, soon to completely lose effect, the Ghost Domain is also sealed, no way to intrude near that junior."
"I'm similar, the Grave Soil can bury fewer and fewer, and this ghost child is still growing. If we leave now, it's still possible, any later and there might truly be deaths."
Luo Qian also feels the strain, at this mont he unexpectedly suggests retreating.
Such a situation is a first.
However, others refuse, or perhaps they think there's still a chance to win this confrontation.
Yet once the situation destabilizes, it often results in an avalanche.
The next wave of ghost child attacks arrives.
The ghost child seems to keenly sense their decline, at this mont nearby ghost children no longer hide, pouring out in droves. In just an instant, the world before these Republic of China elders is enveloped in darkness.
It's not that the sky has darkened, but countless ghost children layer upon layer appear in the air, blocking all light. The dense degree makes one's scalp tingle instantly. Latest content published on NoveI-Fire.et
"This ghost child is making an all-out move, wanting to diminish our numbers in one wave, even wipe us out." Old Qin's pupils slightly contract.
"Really no way, have to fight desperately."
Sexton Luo Qian still remains determined at this mont, his dark eyes slightly move, and the nearby Grave Soil suddenly loosens.
In the next mont.
A rotting hand suddenly thrusts out from the soil, followed by terrifying fierce ghosts breaking free from the constraints of the Grave Soil.
The fierce ghosts, also densely packed, appear as if endless, flooding out.
These fierce ghosts buried in the cetery are all imprisoned by Luo Qian, now released simply to withstand the ghost children's attack.
Luo Wensong, the manager of the Ghost Post Office, also sighed slightly, as an old wooden door appeared behind him at an unknown ti.
After the wooden door opened, behind it was another wooden door, and once again, another wooden door... The wooden doors opened layer by layer as if there was no end, connecting to so unknown and terrifying place.
In just an instant, an unknown number of wooden doors were opened, until at last, with a loud bang from the depths of the wooden doors, it seed the final door was opened, imdiately followed by a dense darkness spreading out from the door, engulfing Luo Wensong and quickly eroding forward.
In the area shrouded by the darkness, everything disappeared, including the nurous Ghost Children, while as the darkness eroded, the layers of wooden doors shut one after another.
Without further hesitation, ng Xiaodong unveiled the black cloth of the basket in her hand, and nurous strange dolls and substitute dolls erged incessantly, as if at no cost, but once these dolls appeared, they collapsed on the ground, and the substitute dolls died on the spot as soon as they erged.
Yet, even so, a few dolls could still move.
Her past influence was sealed, her greatest ans gone, leaving her to find ways to alleviate the pressure on others.
But the true main force was Zhang Dong.
Zhang Dong erased everything supernatural with his hands, forcefully tearing open the pitch-black sky before him. But even so, it was still not enough, as the light that just appeared before the eyes was once again covered and filled with countless Ghost Children the next mont.
A cold crowd surged.
The top ghost tars of the Republic of China were thus buried alive, yet they had not failed; at the center of the buried, a violent clash of the supernatural occurred, occasionally tearing openings in the despair-inducing crowd, only for those openings to quickly heal again.
In the fierce collision, soone had already died.
The first to die was Sexton Luo Qian, who was swallowed by the Ghost Children, and in an instant, even his corpse was gone, as if devoured by a fierce ghost.
Following this, horror struck as, with Luo Qian's death, the Grave Soil did not disappear but instead spread over to others.
In just a brief mont, Luo Qian's supernatural was seized.
The death of a ghost tar of the Republic of China signified that the balance and situation had been broken, and then the second elder t a tragic end — that was ng Xiaodong, who was similarly swallowed by countless Ghost Children, disappearing amidst the crowd, but she rely died now, while her past self could still invade over.
However, getting there would take ti; the city was already occupied by Ghost Children, and even if ng Xiaodong ca now, it would be too late.
Because the situation had completely collapsed.
The third Republic of China elder also perished — this ti, it was Luo Wensong, manager of the Ghost Post Office.
His Ghost Domain was easily torn apart, filled and blocked by Ghost Children at every door, and, after resisting a onslaught of the supernatural and blocking a few Ghost Children ahead, he was pounced upon by those behind.
Old Qin still survived right now, his body seed ethereal, as if he did not exist in reality nor in the past, evading the terrifying supernatural attacks, but only barely managing to protect himself, as his supernatural ans were inferior to those Republic of China elders, unable to stir any waves with his actions.
He sought to restart in so way to bring back the dead, but with Ghost Children occupying the surroundings and supernatural interference terrifying, it was utterly impossible.
"Lost," Old Qin sighed helplessly.
Under these circumstances, there was no turning back.
Quickly.
The Ghost Children flooded in, occupying his silhouette as well.
It was hard to imagine that these old things from the Republic of China, working together, were entirely wiped out by the Ghost Children, seeming as if such terrifying supernatural phenona had exceeded the limits of the supernatural realm, unmanageable by anyone.
"It's about to succeed."
Yang Jian, hiding within the building, also sensed so changes, for at this mont, his body suddenly regained its ability to move as a certain suppression dissipated.
Yang Jian imdiately moved slightly, feeling a bit delighted.
Indeed, as he had guessed, the appearance of the Ghost Children must have foreseen a victorious outco.
Besides this, Yang Jian now also saw that the whole world was about to disappear completely, and he himself was already in a wooden room.
"I'm about to escape," he had such a feeling, that in less than a minute, he would be leaving here.
Checked the ti.
Two thirty-nine.
In these last monts, Yang Jian did not act rashly, staying put, despite not knowing the situation outside, prudence was still warranted.
Two forty.
When this ti struck, Yang Jian saw the entire imaginary world starting to collapse, disintegrate, dissipating as fast as a layer of thin mist.
"I managed to survive," he couldn't help but heave a slight sigh of relief.
But just then.
Suddenly.
A fuzzy winding path erged from sowhere, extending directly into this building, followed by the terrifying silhouette drawing close on that path.
"Sending you on your way," ca Zhang Dong's voice from the path.
Along with the sound.
Yang Jian had no ti to react before an almost phantom-like old hand gripped his neck.
At this mont.
The Ghost Children in the building moved together, trying to block but it seed too late.
The assault Yang Jian suffered didn't seem to happen in the current mont, as if it had been waiting here all along, inherently indefensible.
Zhang Dong's attack penetrated the blockade of the Ghost Children, bypassed the foreknowledge, and delivered a fatal blow to him.
Yet, ti had already reached its point.
In rely a second.
Zhang Dong before his eyes vanished instantaneously along with this world.
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