Destroying the Corpse and Creating a Supernatural Incident

Si Yehan recalled the first person he had killed as a boy and couldn't help finding it a little amusing.

Now that he had woken from his dream, all the pleasure of his peaceful sleep was gone. Instead, he felt a slight urge to kill.

He slowly rose, blue-black mist surging around him. Then he vanished, and the thunderstorm outside the window grew fiercer, rumbling loudly.

Above the layered clouds, Si Yehan streaked through the sky like a rainbow, black mist enveloping him and keeping the storm at bay.

Thinking of North Yuan City, where the news report had said Shen Jing was, Si Yehan decided to pay it a visit.

Naturally, he intended to carry out a slaughter with his own hands for amusement. As he raced through flashes of lightning, black clouds churned like a gigantic vortex!

Time passed along with the night.

A thousand miles away, thunder rumbled above the dark clouds. Intermittent flashes of lightning lit up everything around them, revealing an enormous passenger plane! Its wings stretched out on either side, and fine ice-blue lines intertwined on its fuselage to form the character "寒"!

In the cabin, only one person sat at ease. He wore a silver-white suit, and his pale complexion had a sickly look. His features were handsome, and he sipped coffee with one hand while leafing through documents with the other.

This was none other than Dong Tianjun!

Five flight attendants stood beside him, their heads lowered as they awaited his orders. They didn't dare look directly at Dong Tianjun, as though their lives might be taken the next moment.

"Shen Jing doesn't have much in the way of final affairs to take care of. Her family is all dead. I only need to bring his body back to Jingchun Garden. I wonder if I'll run into any interesting participants." A faint smile rested on Dong Tianjun's gentle face.

The five flight attendants beside him showed no reaction. They were ordinary people under Han Shu's management. Although they knew nothing of the weird game's existence, they knew the plane belonged to someone extraordinary, and they were all excellent at keeping secrets.

Besides, anyone who wasn't a participant couldn't learn about matters involving the weird game. Naturally, Dong Tianjun spoke without reservations. Even if they did know, he could eliminate these ordinary people.

The plane flew through the sky at a considerable speed despite the bad weather.

Dong Tianjun turned to watch lightning strike outside the window, staining heaven and earth purple in a dazzling sight. The glass reflected his face and his characteristic gentle smile. His eyes gradually darkened, though it didn't show.

After watching for a moment, Dong Tianjun turned back, leaned against his seat, and closed his eyes to rest.

At that moment, only a light drizzle fell over North Yuan City. Shadows lay thick across the streets, and the streetlights flickered on and off.

The funeral home stood in a relatively remote location. Its sign glowed red, and very few cars were parked outside, giving it a desolate, eerie air at night.

A room was lit by a harsh white light. A woman's corpse lay in an ice coffin, cold vapor bubbling up around her. Her body was wrapped in a white sheet, leaving only a face that had been pieced back together exposed. It was Shen Jing.

Suddenly, the harsh white light in the room went out! Strands of black mist billowed outward, and Si Yehan slowly emerged from within.

He took a step forward and looked at the corpse before him, his face expressionless.

Using the information in the news report about the subsequent handling of the corpse, he had found this place with little effort.

He raised a finger slightly. If he wished, he could completely destroy the corpse right now.

Thoughts churned in his mind. Han Shu, the organization behind Shen Jing, would most likely come to take charge of her body. For all he knew, someone might arrive right after he left.

Sensing the dense ghostly aura on the corpse, he could tell how powerful Shen Jing had been in life, even though she had been dead for some time. She was far beyond his ability to match, let alone whoever Han Shu sent.

But these participants had been through many instances and had most likely lost their so-called bonds and friendships. They might not pursue the matter.

If they did, he would slaughter the city before he died. Besides, an inexplicable intuition told Si Yehan that it wouldn't be long before an instance opened, so there was no need to worry.

Since he was here, he couldn't leave empty-handed.

Without any reservations, Si Yehan lowered a finger. Black mist surged like a tide and seeped invisibly into the ice coffin, devouring and crushing Shen Jing's corpse. The lingering ghostly aura still had some use.

Blood gushed across the surrounding floor, and even the space around it grew somewhat distorted.

Sensing the few people in the area, Si Yehan casually struck out with his palm. Black mist swept in every direction like the wind.

It killed everyone working the night shift at the funeral home.

From beginning to end, Si Yehan's actions had been almost casual. He hadn't kept anyone alive to torture them deliberately, or he might have run straight into whoever Han Shu sent, which would have been troublesome.

Now was not the time for a direct confrontation.

After doing all this, Si Yehan vanished.

The night wind howled atop an apartment building at the northernmost edge of the city. Wisps of blue-black mist intertwined, outlining his figure.

By now, most people had drifted off to sleep. Si Yehan looked down at the apartment building beneath him, a faint smile curling his lips. "I'll use this place as the starting point for the supernatural incidents I create."

He didn't care about the side effects of using supernatural powers. In any case, he couldn't use them inside an instance. If he cleared it, he could survive and suppress the Vengeful Ghost's resurgence; if he failed, he would die and be unable to use supernatural powers again.

In that case, there was no reason to hold back.

Wisps of blue-black mist flowed down the apartment building like water, covering it!

Si Yehan concealed his presence, letting none of his ghostly aura escape to prevent anyone from spying on him. He sat cross-legged on the roof, happily preparing to watch the show.

Above North Yuan City, the passenger plane carrying Dong Tianjun had slowed so much that it appeared to be hovering in the air.

He put down his documents and coffee and waved his hand, sending out an invisible ripple. The five flight attendants immediately felt their heads grow heavy and fell asleep.

Dong Tianjun looked at the city below and checked the location of Shen Jing's corpse on his phone. Then he rose and vanished.

The air did not ripple, and not a trace of mist or light appeared throughout.

There was only one pilot in the cockpit. He wore a carefree smile, and his young, handsome features had a roguish air.

He piloted the plane casually, a wisp of blue-green flame emerging from his fingertip while his phone floated before him. Clearly, he too was a participant.

The streetlights, which had been flickering, went out completely. Shadows swallowed the street, and the red glow of the funeral home's electronic sign vanished as well.

Dong Tianjun appeared abruptly at the end of the street. He walked toward the funeral home, the shadows beneath his feet parting to either side as a fierce wind howled!

The moment he arrived, Dong Tianjun sensed that something was wrong. There wasn't a living person to be found in the funeral home, and traces of ghostly aura lingered. Someone had been here not long ago.

"Shen Jing, Shen Jing, you really did make quite a few enemies. You've barely been dead, and someone has already come to destroy your corpse." The gentle smile on Dong Tianjun's face remained unchanged. He shook his head lightly, his tone tinged with emotion.

He first teleported into the security room. The guard lying on the bed was bleeding from all seven orifices, his face purple and the blood on his body already clotted.

A cool breeze drifted through the air. There was no smell of decay, and the corpse was still twitching slightly, its bulging eyes nearly falling from their sockets.

"That's in keeping with the style of a veteran participant. Ruthless enough not to spare even ordinary people. Could it be the person who killed Shen Jing? That person is most likely a veteran too." With every step Dong Tianjun took, he appeared before another corpse that had died a grisly death.

When he finally appeared before Shen Jing's ice coffin, he looked at the shattered bones and flesh inside, the gentle smile on his face unchanged. "One less old friend. That person's style is to my liking, but unfortunately, I knew the one who died."

Dong Tianjun placed his palm on the ice coffin. He didn't use much supernatural power; invisible ripples spread through the surroundings, and the fragments of bone and flesh in the coffin slowly reassembled. Then...

Shen Jing's intact corpse lay inside once more. She looked no different from when she was alive, except that her eyes were tightly shut.

Dong Tianjun's complexion grew a little paler, his sickly appearance more pronounced. The gentle smile on his face looked somewhat eerie in the darkness.

Treating the coffin as though it weren't there, he reached inside. Ripples spread as he easily lifted Shen Jing's corpse, then vanished from the funeral home and returned to the passenger plane.

Dong Tianjun straightened the corpse's appearance and seated her beside him.

The five flight attendants were still unconscious. Dong Tianjun didn't look at North Yuan City again; he only wanted to hurry back to Tianjing Tower and report to the boss.

Dong Tianjun said, "Lao Chu, fly faster."

The handsome, roguish-looking man in the cockpit nodded. "All right."

The two spoke across the distance.