"Captain, how's the situation outside?"
As soon as they returned to the room.
Li Yang eagerly asked, though he had heard so commotion outside, the information he gathered was limited.
"There are traces of vengeful spirits starting to appear outside the ancient mansion. I took a quick look around and closed the door on my way in, that's all," Yang Jian said succinctly.
"Did soone die just now?"
Nearby, Yang Xiaohua slightly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes tinged with anxiety.
Yang Jian glanced at her and said, "I dealt with a restless ghost wielder. These people wanted to unite and force to use the Coffin Nail to weaken my power. No one wants to hold onto such a supernatural artifact."
"Indeed, the information about the Coffin Nail was leaked last ti, and now many know about it. If we hadn't eliminated a group of them earlier, more ghost wielders would undoubtedly have co to Dachang City with bad intentions," Li Yang said.
In the paranormal community, everyone knows that Yang Jian wields a Coffin Nail capable of pinning down vengeful spirits.
Whoever possesses the Coffin Nail gains the ability to fend off any vengeful spirit.
If it weren't in Yang Jian's hands, countless others would have pursued it long ago, bringing chaos.
"There shouldn't be any particularly dangerous occurrences today, but I have a feeling that the longer we stay here, the more perilous the ancient mansion will beco," Yang Jian remarked.
"Get so rest and recover your strength. I doubt we'll have any chance to sleep in the coming days."
With that, he found a spot, closed his eyes, and rested.
Yang Jian did not truly sleep. He remained vigilant, listening closely to the movents beyond the door and tracking every sound in the surroundings.
Soon enough.
The rest of the people in the main hall scattered, each retreating to a hidden corner of the ancient mansion.
Once again, silence enveloped the environnt.
Even the hurried knocking sound at the ancient mansion's door subsided, as if closing it had alleviated so tension.
However, as ti gradually passed.
Around 3 a.m.
Noises began to emanate from outside the ancient mansion: the sound of wind rising in the night and the rustling of leaves in the forest.
The wind grew stronger.
Throughout the ancient mansion, the wind seeped through its crevices, generating an eerie sound, like crying. The unsettling noise seed to co from all directions, impossible to pinpoint.
The whistling wind, without anyone noticing, transford into an eerie wailing.
The change was so gradual that no one reacted at first; the inexplicable transformation quietly beca part of the environnt.
"Is the entire mansion crying?"
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes at that mont. He was now certain: while the wind blew outside, the inside of the ancient mansion was crying. The sound was reminiscent of the Ghost Face of Tong Qian, yet the cries here were manyfold—dozens, perhaps even more than a dozen voices mingling together.
"It's almost like a funeral lant..."
For so unknown reason.
This phenonon made Yang Jian think of a mourning ritual during a funeral.
On the first day after a person's death, the family is required to wail to express their grief.
Now, the elderly corpse in the mansion had only recently died. These uncanny cries on the first night were eerily identical to the wailing during mourning rituals.
"Seven days... The Seventh Day, the first day's body is unrested, nightti knocking, mourning cries."
Yang Jian sat still, his eyes glinting as he pieced this information together in his mind, attempting to deduce so pattern.
He now believed that the events taking place inside the ancient mansion were interconnected.
They operated according to a preordained structure, not entirely unpredictable. If he could foresee the sequence of events to co, they might avert much of the danger. .
"If everything progresses according to funeral rituals, the most critical task on the first day is to lay the body to rest—place the elderly corpse into the coffin. If nothing is done and the body remains unplaced, without a proper resting process within the coffin, who in this mansion is being mourned?"
This thought struck Yang Jian like a thunderclap, a surge of intense foreboding washing over him.
Because at this mont, the elderly corpse was still left unattended in the main hall. No one dared approach it. If it remained this way, the resting process would fail today, and everyone would bear the consequences of its failure.
He checked the ti again.
It was approaching 4 a.m.
Initially, the strange noises within the mansion were rely the whistling of wind. Over ti, however, they turned into prolonged crying. Now, those cries had begun to change again.
The mourning wails were shifting locations...
A familiar, sinister cry that had originated in the mansion's front yard was now moving—Yang Jian traced the sound to the interior courtyard.
Another cry, initially emanating from the rooftop, seed to tumble downward and was now heard in the main hall.
The sounds were growing closer, as if they were coming from just next door.
What truly left the occupants feeling terrified was the sudden presence of a wailing right at the door of their room.
It sounded as if soone stood just beyond, crying audibly.
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