"Bang!"
A muffled thunderous sound spread.
A tallic coffin weighing a ton fell heavily to the ground, causing the nearby ground to crack.
The coffin, made of gold and special steel, is extrely hard and heavy, impossible to easily destroy with brute force and also able to isolate supernatural influences.
It was custom-made for Yang Jian.
But now.
This tallic coffin was moved out from Safe House One by Xu Feng and Liao Fan.
"Open it." Gu Cheng, whose face was swollen and skin showed a strange purplish-red hue, spoke dully from the side.
"Now?" Xu Feng paused.
Gu Cheng said, "Of course, when else do you plan to wait? Once we have the item, we should leave. I don't want any unexpected dangers to arise if we linger too long."
Xu Feng's eyes fluctuated.
At this mont, Liao Fan had already driven the old taxi over. He didn't get out of the car, but simply nodded slightly at Xu Feng: "Xu Feng, go ahead. If there's really any danger, I'll drive you away, but I think it shouldn't co to that. After all, Yang Jian might truly be dead. He must have taken care of his affairs before his death."
"Opening the coffin shouldn't pose a big threat."
Shouldn't?
Is this a matter that can be taken lightly?
Xu Feng was secretly annoyed in his heart, but he was powerless; no one here was willing to take action.
Nobody wanted to face the initial wave of danger that could follow the opening of the coffin.
"Fine, I'll open the coffin." Xu Feng took a deep breath, showing signs of nervousness.
Though his body was twisted and only one arm remained, his strength was still incredibly formidable. He attempted to lift the coffin lid single-handedly.
The heavy tallic coffin shook but didn't open.
"This coffin isn't ant to be lifted; it's supposed to be pushed." Gu Cheng noticed sothing and spoke up.
Xu Feng nodded and changed his approach, pushing the heavy tallic lid with one hand.
The tal sealing the crevice of the lid distorted and deford, creaking, while the lid itself was slowly being pried apart.
"It's really going to be opened."
From the taxi, Liao Fan looked up with curiosity, eager to see what the coffin contained, yet also filled with dread.
"Stop, you can't open that coffin."
Just then, Li Yang arrived. He roared loudly, trying to stop the acts of these people.
But it was a step too late.
The others had the Ghost Domain; he couldn't reach Safe House One in ti.
"This matter is out of your hands now, and you should recognize the situation. I haven't attacked you not because I'm afraid to kill you, but because I don't want to waste energy on irrelevant people. If you try to stop us, I can make you die right now," Gu Cheng said, turning around to stare intently at Li Yang.
However, the real reason was that he didn't actually want to kill these headquarters' leaders.
If it did not involve taking a human life, even stealing a Coffin Nail would not be considered seriously, the headquarters would only deal with Liao Fan and Xu Feng, the murderers, rather than turning their attention to oneself.
After weighing the pros and cons, he still had a clear understanding in his heart.
However, Li Yang did not care; he still chose to rush over.
"Ignorant of death."
Gu Cheng said coldly, then took a breath.
Instantly, within the Ghost Domain, a rotten stench erged next to Li Yang, and his body stiffened at once. He fell to the ground, his face turning red, looking as if he were suffocating, his skin bursting into a purplish red. Most bizarrely, no matter how he breathed, it was of no use.
The feeling of suffocation persisted.
"Li Yang."
Huang Ziya rushed over, and seeing Li Yang on the ground clutching his throat, tearing at his chest, she was stunned by his painful and struggling appearance.
What exactly happened just now? Why did Li Yang suddenly collapse to the ground, unable to get up?
Even if he had been attacked by supernatural forces, he should not be completely unable to resist.
"Open the coffin, what are you still standing there for?" Gu Cheng turned back and barked.
Xu Feng gritted his teeth and pushed hard.
Bang!
The heavy tal coffin lid was directly pushed open. Inside, there was no scene of a fierce ghost revival as imagined, and no eerie phenonon occurred; everything appeared so calm.
Xu Feng looked inside the coffin.
His expression shifted slightly right away.
Lying inside was the body of a young man, motionless, cold, and lifeless. But most eerie was that his face was covered with an antique newspaper that appeared stained with fresh blood, adhering tightly to the flesh, leaving only the contours of facial features visible.
Next to the body, there was a Gold spear with many cracks and a very strange shape.
Besides that, there was nothing but a mobile phone, a power bank, and an old mahogany box that had been opened.
"Indeed, it's Yang Jian's body, he's dead," Xu Feng observed for a while, then let out a big sigh of relief.
He couldn't feel any signs of life from the body, nor could he sense any signs of Yang Jian's revival.
"The famous ghost-eye character Yang Jian of the supernatural circle, who would've thought he'd die so quietly, unnoticed."
After Gu Cheng confird the situation, he suddenly appeared next to the coffin.
After glancing over it.
A slight cold smile appeared on Gu Cheng's swollen face: "Well prepared indeed, enclosing yourself within a coffin, and storing the coffin in a safety house, it could almost be said to be foolproof. Even if a fierce ghost resurrected after your death, it would absolutely not affect the outside in the slightest. The only mistake was bringing that supernatural object with you into the coffin for burial."
"The ancients knew not to put gold and silver treasures into a coffin, fearing that tomb robbers would open it to take the treasures, damaging the body. It seems you weren't that clever either. It's a pity I couldn't et you in life, otherwise, I'd really like to et the renowned ghost-eye."
He said with a touch of remorse.
Even such a top figure had a day when he died in a coffin, which made people feel a sense of regret.
Gu Cheng might sigh, but he wasn't slow to act. After observing and confirming there was no danger, he imdiately reached out to take the Gold spear. If he wasn't mistaken, the Coffin Nail had been fused into it.
But no matter how it changed.
Supernatural items were always supernatural items and could not be easily destroyed, so he just needed to extract it again.
"Gu Cheng, didn't you say you'd only take the Coffin Nail? The Firewood Knife has also been fused into this spear, are you planning to take that as well?" Xu Feng stared at him and reminded at that mont.
"There should be an order to these things. After I take the Coffin Nail, I will naturally return it to you," Gu Cheng said.
Although he had the power to turn hostile, he did not do so, because Xu Feng and Liao Fan had backers, and he did not want to get involved in the Pendulum Clock curse incident.
"I hope you will do as you say," Xu Feng said. "We don't want to turn against each other over a small conflict either, as that would benefit no one."
Gu Cheng didn't speak, but grabbed the spear, ready to pull it out.
But soon, his brows furrowed.
The object seed to be stuck in Yang Jian's hands, as if glued there. Although it wasn't held tightly, it couldn't be taken out at the mont.
"What's the point of these tricks when you're already dead?"
Gu Cheng exerted a sharp force.
The golden spear finally left the hand, but the imnse force also directly pulled up the body lying in the coffin, causing the corpse to sit up stiff and motionless.
"Gu Cheng, be careful," Xu Feng said, his eyelids twitching.
Although Yang Jian was dead, the ghost within him was still there. Although there were no signs of resurrection at the mont, there was no guarantee that Gu Cheng's actions wouldn't trigger the corpse's murderous rules, awakening the body.
"This Yang Jian had quite the idea, wanting to assemble supernatural items to create a weapon. It seems this is only a half-finished product, but the idea is quite visionary and worth learning from."
Gu Cheng remained silent, his gaze fixed on the golden spear in his hands.
The head of the spear was the Firewood Knife, but the original shape of the knife was no longer visible, with only a rusty blade barely recognizable.
As for the Coffin Nail, it was embedded at the tail end.
"It's ti to divide the artifacts," Xu Feng reminded him.
He was afraid that Gu Cheng, having obtained these two supernatural items, would run away, after all, he had access to the Ghost Domain.
However, Liao Fan, standing nearby, was staring intently at Gu Cheng. If he did run, there would be no choice but to chase him by car. They would then see who had the upper hand.
Asking this guy for help ant they surely had so counterasure.
At this mont.
Xiong Wenwen finally ran over. Seeing the scene in front of him, he was montarily stunned.
"You're late. The captain's coffin has been opened. Without a doubt, the captain has failed; he's dead."
Huang Ziya now stood beside Li Yang. She held the suffering Li Yang with one hand and clenched the now-blackened crystal necklace around her neck with the other, trying to save Li Yang with the Deceiving Ghost, but to little effect, barely maintaining him.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face showed despair and a trace of desolation.
After all, from today onwards, this squad would be thoroughly done for.
But Xiong Wenwen frowned, hesitating for a long while before saying, "No, it's too early to say that now, Yang Jian... he's not dead."
Huang Ziya looked up slightly at him: "Are you comforting , or did you use precognition?"
"Of course, it's precognition," Xiong Wenwen replied, "and just now."
Hearing this, Huang Ziya suddenly turned her gaze towards the direction of the coffin.
anwhile.
As Gu Cheng and Xu Feng each harbored their own sches on how to divide the supernatural items, beside them, inside the tallic coffin.
The body sitting stiffly and upright in the coffin underwent so subtle changes.
The old bloodstained newspaper that was stuck to the corpse's face started to fall off bit by bit, crumbling like weathered ash, rapidly disintegrating.
The red of the newspaper disappeared along with the bloodstains.
A young yet pale face was revealed.
In addition, the red Eight-Tone Music Box inside the tal coffin seed to have lost the support of so supernatural power at the sa mont. Several cracks appeared, and then it shattered with a snap, leaving only a few pieces of rotten wood.
A dreadful balance had been broken.
At the exact mont this balance was broken.
A cold and dark aura imdiately emanated from the coffin.
It was darkness.
Like ink, the darkness spread out from the tallic coffin and seed to stain the ground.
At the sa ti, a streak of red light appeared in the sky, which also spread out at an incredible speed, eroding the heavens in all directions.
Suddenly.
Sensing the anomaly, Gu Cheng's complexion changed dramatically, and he turned to look back.
Xu Feng also felt a sense of imminent danger, as if ghosts were lurking around, sending chills down his spine, and he imdiately turned to look back by instinct.
Liao Fan stood by the side of the old cab, intently watching the body inside the coffin at this mont.
Because at this mont.
The body of Yang Jian stood up.
Standing straight in the coffin.
"Get out of here, Yang Jian's ghost has revived. I'll take this item and go first; we'll be in touch about any issues afterward," Gu Cheng said.
Gu Cheng seized this opportunity to attempt to spirit away the spear in his hand, intending to escape using the ghost domain.
Under normal circumstances, he could leave without any difficulty.
Even if a ghost was resurrected, it would take so ti.
As long as he wasn't targeted, he would be safe.
That's why he dared to open the coffin to investigate.
However, just as Gu Cheng was about to make his escape, the step he had just taken froze.
Because, at this mont, the sky had been completely dyed red.
His Ghost Domain had vanished in an instant, his supernatural power completely suppressed, and even the Ghost Domain could not be used.
"This... this... isn't a ghost's revival. Normal revivals don't happen this fast..." Gu Cheng realized in shock.
Before he could think further.
In the deadly quiet surroundings, a familiar voice sounded.
"Who... am I?"
The voice was slightly stiff but did not sound terrifying. However, to Gu Cheng, Xu Feng, and Liao Fan, the words were nothing short of horrifying.
If it wasn't the resurrection of a ghost, then there was only one possibility.
Yang Jian was still alive.
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