The ti allotted for the second door opening was only thirty seconds, and although the ti had not yet elapsed, the abnormality behind the door had already tensed up everyone in the room.
Two sets of footsteps.
Almost overlapping, though not easily distinguishable, for those often dealing with the supernatural, such abnormalities were very easy to discern.
Was there a ghost following behind Li Jun?
That was the thought in everyone's minds, which then shifted to the corpse they had encountered in the old brick and tile house just monts before.
However...
Leuk San's gaze shifted subtly; to him, there were two other possibilities.
Perhaps, behind the door wasn't Li Jun and a ghost but two ghosts, and Li Jun had died.
As for the third possibility...
Leuk San then turned his gaze to Wang Xiaoming, who was standing at the end of the corridor outside the room. If the information provided by Professor Wang before was true, then sothing inconceivable was about to occur.
The seconds ticked by.
The footsteps behind the door grew clearer, without any pause in between.
Suddenly, the dim red door fra shook violently as if sothing was leaning on it from behind.
"Sothing's about to co out," Su Fan said, glancing at his phone to give everyone a heads up.
But the phone's screen showed no alerts; just two overlapping silhouettes behind a faintly illuminated door fra, neither signaling danger nor the death of a character with red letters, seemingly just a normal phenonon.
The next mont.
From the blackness behind the doorfra, one that obscured any clear sight, a human leg stretched out.
The leg was clad in dirty, slightly tattered long pants, and through the garnt's ragged tear, everyone could clearly see that the skin of the leg was no longer the natural hue of a living person; it was discolored, dark and green, much like a corpse that had been left unattended for a long ti.
Just a leg, akin to one of the dead erging, filled the tiny room with an overpowering stench of decay.
Was it a ghost?
In an instant, everyone's complexion turned ashen.
The worst scenario had unfolded.
The first to erge wasn't Li Jun, but a ghost.
Thus, it was possible that Li Jun had indeed perished, with the footsteps being a re deception; they couldn't possibly belong to Li Jun, and undoubtedly the remaining footsteps were also those of a ghost.
"Quick, close the door!" Cao Yanhua, outside the room, cried out with an urgent shout, his face beading with cold sweat.
Sure enough, opening the door a second ti was too risky; a ghost erged in just thirty seconds, though nothing had happened within that ti fra during the first opening, where the anomaly only appeared close to a minute in.
"Wait," Wang Xiaoming intervened, preventing the action.
"What?"
Cao Yanhua looked at him in shock: "Are you mad? Do you want whatever's behind the door to invade the room? This is headquarters, if sothing goes wrong..."
"I know, let it co out," Wang Xiaoming said calmly: "If there's a problem, hold accountable."
"What exactly are you planning?" Although Cao Yanhua had managed to keep his temper in check before, this ti he bellowed at him.
Wang Xiaoming's deanor suggested to him that the professor must have arranged sothing behind the scenes, perhaps related to an experint.
"No matter what, I need a result, it's important," Wang Xiaoming said with rare seriousness.
"More important than human lives in the room?"
Wang Xiaoming succinctly and firmly replied, "Yes."
Their argunt, carried by the intercom, reached the clear ears of Su Fan, Leuk San, Xu Yiping, Ah Hong, and Old Qin inside the room.
They could have disregarded the commands of the two n for their own safety and simply closed the door.
As ghost controllers, snap decisions were theirs to make, not to be halted by a re statent.
But they hesitated.
Because an old man, leaning on a cane and his face speckled with age spots, had blocked the restless few.
A mont's obstruction, barely ten seconds, but the outco was already evident.
The owner of the rotten leg behind had successfully crossed the darkness and passed through the mysteriously ancient door fra into this room.
The light within the room instantly dimd, and the air was thicker with the scent of death.
A sowhat emaciated corpse, skin darkened and eyes the color of dead ash, stood rigidly before the group.
"Impossible."
Through the murky yellow glass, Cao Yanhua stared at the erging corpse, uttering an incredulous gasp.
"This has got to be a joke, he ca back to life...?" Su Fan clenched his phone tightly, his pupils contracting.
"Is it a person or a ghost?" Leuk San's sickly, sallow face showed a touch of confusion.
The corpse before their eyes was unquestionably the one he had personally cut down from the beam in the old house. Moreover, this corpse was not naless or an unknown ghost; it had a na in life.
Wei Jing.
But Wei Jing was already dead.
The cause of death... a malevolent ghost's resurrection.
And the resurrecting ghost was none other than the main character of their previous supernatural incident, that terrifying specter known as the Ghost Envoy.
The body stood rigidly in place, its pair of hollow, pale eyes seeming to survey everything in the room.
Everyone felt themselves being watched by this entity, a chilling tremor running through them.
So what was this body now? A ghost... or a human?
"Cough, cough!"
At that mont, a pained cough sounded from behind the old doorfra as Li Jun stepped out, his body charred black. Seeing the others who had left the room earlier, and Old Qin standing in the room, he realized that their plan had succeeded.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Li Jun collapsed to the ground in pain and weakness.
Making it this far without dying from the ghost's resurrection had been lucky.
However, now, overusing the Ghost Domain had caused his body to be further invaded by the Ghost Fla, a pain so intense he could no longer bear it, making it impossible for him to even stand.
"It seems my choice was not wrong; you are indeed still alive, Wei Jing."
Suddenly, Wang Xiaoming's voice ca through the walkie-talkie, breaking the deadlock.
"What?"
The next mont, everyone's eyes widened, shocked by this news.
Was this person in front of them really Wei Jing?
"An aberration?" Emotion flickered across Old Qin's wrinkled face.
If Xiao Wang's words were true, then the Wei Jing before them was an aberration like him, one who could control ghosts.
"I should already be dead. Professor, how did you know I was still conscious?" At that mont, the stiff, rotting body that stood before them, Wei Jing, finally spoke.
His voice was strange, as if he was missing vocal cords, and the tone so devoid of warmth it was frighteningly indifferent.
"I received so incredible information from sothing and decided to conduct an experint, albeit tentatively."
Wang Xiaoming's voice spread from outside the room, "Though I can't understand the phenonon of your continued existence, my guess is that the Ghost Envoy's infinite restart, which revives itself, might have also reset you since you died as a result of the Ghost Coffin. There's a chance that you were restarted too. Assuming your reset was successful, then with the intrusion of the Ghost Drawing, it's highly likely that this state could be maintained, after all, the Ghost Envoy couldn't handle you anymore while dealing with the Ghost Drawing."
"So, from the intel I received, there is indeed a possibility that you're still alive. The source of that information was just too bizarre; I needed to conduct further experints."
"It seems a lot has happened after my death," Wei Jing said coldly, unaware of events that had transpired after his death or any information regarding the Ghost Envoy.
All he knew was that at so point when he regained consciousness, he had been hanging from the beam by a rope.
However, after awakening, Wei Jing was unable to do anything as the old, coarse rope tightened around him, gradually killing his body.
He had thought he would die again, yet while his body grew cold, died, decayed, and stank, his consciousness remained intact.
The body died, but the mind lived on.
Wei Jing found himself in this inexplicable and eerie state.
Until suddenly, a balance was disrupted, and his body was taken down.
The confirmation that Wei Jing was still alive horrified everyone even further.
Is this even possible?
The Ghost Envoy had inadvertently reset Wei Jing to a ti when he was still alive?
"Wei Jing, what are you considered now, a human or a ghost?" Su Fan couldn't help asking, glancing at his phone which simply marked "danger."
This confird that the corpse-like Wei Jing was still dangerous.
Wei Jing responded in a numb tone, "I'm not sure what I am now... Instead of being a person, it's probably more accurate to say I've beco a ghost. I seem to have beco part of the Ghost Coffin."
As he spoke, the darkness in the room grew denser.
It was as if a Ghost Domain covered everything, eerily unsettling.
"Don't worry; I need to conduct further experints," Wang Xiaoming said slowly, his expression becoming more solemn as he stood outside.
Because he was considering another matter entirely.
"It, revealing information to that Wei Jing is still alive, did it know I would try to rescue Wei Jing, or is Wei Jing's existence a crucial part of its plan? Or is Wei Jing's appearance just to prove that 'it' is trustworthy, with the trap lying in the next step?"
"Of course, I can't rule out the possibility that Wei Jing is a decoy and the intelligence is a decoy too, with the real intent targeting ."
"Does it want to pique my interest, to be studied by , to break free from Yang Jian's control?"
In an instant, Wang Xiaoming mulled over the significance of the human skin docunt considerably.
Regardless, borrowing the human skin docunt from Yang Jian turned out to be quite a surprising gain for him.
"Let's end the discussion here. The matter regarding Wei Jing is classified; no one is to reveal anything to the outside world," Cao Yanhua imdiately stopped the others' inquiries.
To be honest, Wei Jing's appearance had also shocked him.
But Cao Yanhua was well aware that now was not the ti to dwell on these issues; whether or not Wei Jing was still alive had no impact on the bigger picture. The priority was to complete other tasks.
The issue of Wei Jing would be set aside for now.
Seeing this, Old Qin imdiately closed the door, preventing other strange events from occurring.
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