Yang Jian successfully delivered the red letter to Liu Lao Tai's hands and even managed to take the coffin nail from her grasp. It could be said that the two planned tasks had been perfectly completed.
But then,
sothing unexpected happened.
Liu Lao Tai, who was already a corpse, abruptly sat up.
The pressure of the grave soil seed to have beco ineffective on her, or perhaps there was too little soil covering her body, insufficient to keep the corpse in slumber.
"What's going on? Has the fierce ghost awakened?" Li Yang's heart skipped a beat as he hastily retreated from the vicinity of the old grave.
Yang Jian stared intently at the corpse of Liu Lao Tai, which kept spewing blood: "Not sure, sothing unpredictable seems to have happened."
"We can ignore it. We've finished delivering the letter, and now we can just leave this place. It's very ominous here, and accidents always happen. I don't recomnd staying any longer," Sun Rui's face looked sowhat pale, and a sense of unease rose in him again.
He had a vague feeling that if they continued to stay, sothing truly horrifying would occur.
Leave?
Yang Jian's expression flickered.
It was indeed a good suggestion. His goal had been achieved, and he could indeed simply walk away.
But he didn't want to leave just like that.
Because the ghost hadn't been dealt with.
If they left now, and should sothing happen here, there would be no one to stop it, and it could turn into a very serious incident.
"No, we can't leave yet. I want to see what happens after the successful delivery of the letter. The role of the ssenger is very special: delivering a ghost's letter, where good and bad are hard to distinguish. Besides, we are responsible. If we leave without care, and sothing happens, who will handle it? It'll still be us," Yang Jian said with a cold face.
"Moreover, if there are indeed other ghosts in Fushou Garden and they spread out, many people in Dahai City will die."
"The supernatural event has just begun, and it would be best if it could be handled now."
The situation had beco more complicated than just delivering a letter; it was a supernatural event brewing or even erupting.
Sun Rui beca silent at this mont.
Yang Jian was right. They were responsible, not just ssengers who could leave after delivering a ssage.
They needed to take responsibility for the supernatural event.
Liu Lao Tai's corpse still sat there.
Her thin cheeks slightly puffed out, her mouth continued to ooze thick, dark blood. The blood soaked the nearby earth, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of decay, as if sothing had rotted.
Moreover, the amount of thick dark blood being vomited was much more than expected.
It had already far exceeded the blood volu of an adult and showed no signs of stopping, as if it could sit there and keep vomiting indefinitely.
This bizarre occurrence was definitely not random.
It was certainly a harbinger of sothing.
As for what would happen, nobody present knew. They could only be sure it wasn't anything good.
"Try to prevent this abnormality with the corpse first, stabilize the situation. If it really cos to it, I still have a coffin nail in hand, which can handle a fierce ghost," Yang Jian's gaze flickered as he pondered a solution, also considering the bigger picture.
Imdiately,
the tall Headless Ghost Shadow behind Yang Jian moved.
It stood up like a headless corpse enveloped in darkness and strode towards the corpse of Liu Lao Tai.
The Headless Ghost Shadow, caught in a frozen state, was the best subject for a trial.
Even if it didn't work, it wouldn't put any burden on Yang Jian at the mont.
The Headless Ghost Shadow rapidly approached, its dark shadow, like thick ink, enveloping the seated corpse of Old Lady Liu.
The dry, cold body seed to possess a mysterious supernatural power, attempted to be invaded and suppressed by the Headless Ghost Shadow, but it was kept out.
Yang Jian saw that the Headless Ghost Shadow dared not approach the place perated by the black viscous blood, instead retreating on its own, while the corpse, which kept vomiting black blood in large quantities, beca a terrifying source that even ferocious ghosts avoided.
"There's sothing strange with that blood; its nature is similar to grave soil, with the characteristic of driving away supernatural power, or perhaps that thing itself is part of sothing supernatural, and the level of horror is higher than I imagined."
"If such a thing continues to spread, maybe so kind of balance in this graveyard will be broken, and sothing unexpected will happen."
He speculated in his heart.
After hesitating for a mont, he finally steeled his heart and strode forward.
"Team Yang, what are you doing?" Sun Rui imdiately asked upon seeing Yang Jian's sudden movent.
"Don't worry about ; I'll try to deal with this corpse," Yang Jian said, and he had already returned to the side of Old Lady Liu's corpse.
The others were terrified and dared not co close, rely watching from a distance.
Facing a corpse that suddenly sat up, even just watching was enough to send chills down one's spine, and only soone like Yang Jian could approach it again without fear.
After getting close, Yang Jian didn't say a word and reached out a hand to strangle Old Lady Liu's neck.
His palm was equally cold, stiff, and mismatched with his own skin color; his skin color was the pale type, but this palm was dark, like the hand of a dead person, as if it were a part temporarily assembled onto the body.
"Lie down for ."
Yang Jian said coldly, his Ghost Hand exerting force to try to push the seated Old Lady Liu back down, to be reburied in the grave soil.
Although Old Lady Liu's body was bizarre, it had not caused any substantial harm to the people and objects around, and strictly speaking, the body wasn't a ghost, but rather sothing that had suffered an unknown supernatural invasion within Fushou Garden, turning into an incomprehensible being.
Old Lady Liu's seated corpse seed to be suppressed by the Ghost Hand.
The constant vomiting of blood was curtailed, but the suppression was not complete, only slowing the bleeding. The dry and terrible body still trickled with blood from the corners of the mouth, like a bottomless hole, with thick black blood still spilling out.
"Bang!"
The seated corpse was forcefully pushed down by Yang Jian.
After Old Lady Liu lay down, her body struggled, and Yang Jian could feel the movents from it.
"What a joke, even the Ghost Hand can't completely suppress it? Could it be that a Coffin Nail is necessary?" he said, his expression shifting slightly.
He already held a rusty Coffin Nail in his other hand.
This was just in case.
"First use the Coffin Nail to seal this body, then bury it, and after the suppression of the grave soil forms, I'll finally take the Coffin Nail out; maybe it will be a bit better," Yang Jian thought of a rather safer thod.
But as soon as this thought appeared, another unexpected situation occurred.
The body of Old Lady Liu, suppressed by the Ghost Hand, was swelling rapidly at this ti.
What was originally a dry and emaciated body beca bloated in a short ti, like a corpse that had been soaked in water for several days.
On Old Lady Liu's suddenly pale dead face, ears, eyes, nostrils, and the corners of her mouth were all bleeding.
All of it was thick black blood.
"Can't wait any longer."
Although Yang Jian was reluctant to use the Coffin Nail here, he felt that the situation was more serious than he had anticipated.
There was almost no hesitation.
A coffin nail pierced through Old Lady Liu's forehead, pinning her head in place.
But the mont the coffin nail lodged in Old Lady Liu, her swollen corpse burst like a balloon with a pop.
The dead skin was torn apart, without viscera or flesh, only a thick, black blood splashed out.
Caught by surprise, Yang Jian, who was close by, didn't have ti to dodge and was splattered with blood, staining him completely.
The corpse of Old Lady Liu was now tattered, only her head, staring with the coffin nail, remained intact, its ashen gaze seeming to move, looking at Yang Jian, there was an indescribable eeriness.
"Captain Yang, do you need help?" Seeing this scene, Sun Rui imdiately shouted.
"I'm fine,"
Yang Jian wiped the thick blood off his face and calmly gestured with a wave of his hand.
However, before he could finish speaking.
Suddenly.
The observing Li Yang, in a panic, yelled, "This is bad, the old graves around us seem to be collapsing, it looks like a lot of them are sinking."
"What?"
Without waiting to analyze the current situation, both Yang Jian and Sun Rui hastily looked around.
Suddenly, a chill swept over them.
The old graves, engraved with nas and hanging with portraits, were indeed slowly collapsing one by one.
"Look, there seems to be soone on top of that grave." Suddenly, a mber of the supernatural forum with a keen eye pointed to the other side and called out.
Atop an old grave, soone was sitting, unbeknownst when they had arrived.
The person was too blurry to see clearly, sitting stiffly on top of the grave without moving, their face not visible, showing only a profile.
But that profile was bizarre, like that of a dead person's face, covered with a thick layer of grave soil. The soil was dark and cracked, sticking to the skin as if it had fused with the person.
A face covered in mud?
My God
Is this still a human?
It could be a fierce ghost that has just crawled out of an old grave.
Thinking this, Yang Jian's heart suddenly clenched.
His guess was correct.
The abnormal change in Old Lady Liu's corpse was tied to so balance within the graveyard.
Previously, although the graveyard was ominous, at least there was nothing else appearing aside from Old Lady Liu, and strictly speaking, it was relatively safe.
But now?
Old graves were collapsing, and a strange person had already appeared atop a grave.
Doesn't this suggest that the fierce ghosts sleeping in the tombs might start to erge?
After all, Yang Jian had a suspicion before.
This graveyard might not be intended for the dead but for fierce ghosts, as the grave soil could put them into a deep sleep, entering a suppressed state.
Now, this suppression and sleep seed to be problematic.
Was it because he had taken the coffin nail from Old Lady Liu's hand?
Or was it the red letter's fault?
The forr was less likely.
Because now, the coffin nail in Yang Jian's hand had been returned to Old Lady Liu, nailed into the forehead of the corpse.
Yet the abnormality didn't stop.
So, the high probability was the problem with the red letter.
"If this is not handled properly, a major problem is about to unfold here," Yang Jian's forehead started to break out in a cold sweat.
Although he did not sense a threat to his own safety, he was overwheld by an unprecedented dread.
Setting aside the normal graves in Fushou Garden, how many ominous old graves were there?
One hundred, two hundred? Three hundred?
...Although not necessarily every old grave contained a fierce ghost, at the very least, it was certain there was more than one buried here.
If more than ten ghosts erged from the grave soil, Dahai City outside would be dood.
This could no longer be defined by an S-level supernatural event.
An S-level event is only one unsolvable-level fierce ghost.
But the situation in this graveyard had already surpassed the S-level.
If it completely erupted, this would be the first SS-level supernatural event in the supernatural community.
Even if Yang Jian held the coffin nail, he could only successfully pin down one ghost at a ti, certainly not enough to withstand the revival of so many simultaneously.
And if there were too many ghosts, the pattern where ghosts kill people would beco more likely to trigger.
Perhaps by then, standing here, even breathing might draw the attention of ghosts.
He thought deeper and thus felt frightened.
But for ordinary people, they were not aware of the terrifying impact that a supernatural outbreak and the resurrection of fierce ghosts would bring. Although they were horrified, they were not as afraid and were instead eager to urge him on.
"Captain Yang, let's hurry up and go, your work here is done, don't stay here anymore," urged a mber of the supernatural forum.
Yang Jian kept his face expressionless, ignoring the existence of these few people.
Go?
Just to keep a few of you alive?
If there's trouble here, it won't just be a matter of a few people's lives or deaths.
So right now, their life and death had beco unimportant.
"It is really shaful to that, as a mber of the supernatural forum, you went to ask for the help of Yang with the 'ghost eye.' It's clear you didn't regard highly enough." But just at this mont.
The dim sky of Fushou Garden tore open with a crack.
The sunlight from outside poured in, bringing hope and light to this desperate and oppressive tomb world.
One person descended from the light from the sky, slowly floating down, standing mid-air, overlooking everything.
The strongest move.
The boss of the supernatural forum, Ye Zhen, had arrived.
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