Let's bring our thoughts back to the present.
Given the current situation where all four ghosts have awakened, Si Yehan did not believe that he could remain unharmed simply by sitting idly, so he did not let his guard down.
In the first two instances, the ghosts could create noise or illusions to induce people to break the rules of murder. He didn't think that the four ghosts would just stand there obediently, waiting for their prey to run into the muzzle of their guns.
That's unrealistic. If that were the case, the third instance would be far too easy. Once the pattern of killing is figured out, there's nothing to worry about.
Although this was the case for the previous two nights, now that all four ghosts have awakened and the candles have gone out, new changes are bound to occur, and the situation is certainly not static.
In the darkness, Si Yehan stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, his expression indifferent. His eyelids were slightly closed, and his gaze was fixed on a small area in front of him, rather than on the ice coffin, so as not to meet the black-clad old ghost's eyes.
As time passed, things did indeed change. The moonlight in the distance disappeared, the ice coffin vanished, and the four Vengeful Ghosts disappeared without a trace.
It was as if only the small area beneath Si Yehan's feet remained in the entire auditorium; everything else had turned into boundless darkness, a deathly silence that swallowed all the light.
For a moment, a sinister and terrifying atmosphere appeared, everything turned into a pitch-black expanse, and all that could be seen was pure darkness, with nothing at all.
Si Yehan remained calm, his expression impassive. His gaze was fixed on the darkness, which was undoubtedly an illusion created by a ghost. It was incredibly realistic, and the boundless darkness before him held no fear. There was no need for him to panic.
A thumping sound came from the darkness on the left, while the sound of chewing flesh and blood came from the darkness on the right.
A faint sound of intertwining threads could be heard from above, clearly audible in the otherwise silent environment.
Si Yehan remained calm and composed, sitting on the cushions, leaning against the wall with his eyelids half-lowered, his gaze gleaming with a cold light as he looked into the darkness before him.
A pale face slowly emerged from the impenetrable darkness, pure black eyes without a trace of white, a shadow hanging over its brows and eyes! It looked inhuman, slowly approaching Si Yehan.
As the distance closed, Si Yehan finally saw that the pale face before him had emerged from the darkness...
It's stretched out!
It's either a product of illusion or something like Ghost Slave.
This pale face did not exhibit any murderous pattern. The moment Si Yehan met its gaze, there was no unusual reaction. It seemed its purpose was to intimidate, causing people to scream, thereby triggering the red-clad female ghost's murderous pattern.
The Blood Ghost's killing methods are too rigid; you have to be exposed to its blood to kill it, so those methods would never appear in this illusion.
The old man in black's killing pattern is to make eye contact with the target. Based on my experience so far, his methods of killing are nothing more than direct eye contact with the target or with a photograph. If the pale face was related to his methods, I should have noticed something was wrong the moment we made eye contact.
As for the ghost woman, you need to touch her body. If she could move freely and appear directly on a path that people must pass by, then the mechanism would perfectly represent the underworld, a calamity that would surely lead to certain death, and she would definitely not appear in this illusion.
So even though the pale face hadn't yet revealed its next move, Si Yehan had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen next: it would conjure up all sorts of terrifying appearances, along with some background noise, to create a truly horrifying effect.
The pale-faced man stopped just three fists away from Si Yehan, and then...
Its pure black eyes suddenly split open, turning into gaping, bloody maws that lunged straight at him.
Si Yehan's expression remained unchanged, not even a flicker of emotion. The bloody maw vanished the moment it touched his body, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated. Faintly, countless ferocious roars echoed from the distant darkness.
Immediately...
The things that had disappeared before my eyes reappeared, the darkness dissipated, and the noises on both sides gradually disappeared.
Si Yehan raised his eyebrows, his gaze sweeping over the ice coffin illuminated by the moonlight, but not landing on the old ghost in black. The table, the cushion, and the three figures not far away, the dense ghostly aura in the air—everything matched up. This arrangement should not be the second layer of illusion.
If ghosts can continuously create illusions, it becomes too troublesome, and death becomes inevitable.
Moreover, Si Yehan could also judge whether what was in front of him was real by observing the auras of Ge Congze, Qianjing Youhui, and Xie Fei, since the auras of the participants were incomparable to those of ghosts.
The three men had somewhat blank stares and their bodies trembled slightly, suggesting that they had encountered something they feared in the illusion. They still had some life force left and had not yet truly fallen into a life-threatening situation.
If the four ghosts had just awakened and lost their lives because of some trivial trick, then the three of them would be nothing but empty shells, utterly incompetent.
Not long after, Ge Congze's body trembled, and his eyes regained their brilliance, clearly indicating that he had successfully broken the illusion.
Immediately afterward, Qianjing Youhui also broke through the illusion created by the demon. Her face was somewhat pale, and beads of sweat dripped down her bangs that covered her eyebrows. Her breathing was slightly heavy, clearly indicating that she was somewhat apprehensive about the things in the illusion.
At this moment, all attention was focused on Xie Fei. Her aura had not weakened; in fact, it had become even colder, but a trace of confusion flashed across her face.
The red-clad female ghost on the ice coffin had already made a move. She took a step in mid-air, and her figure suddenly vanished. When she reappeared, she was already beneath the ice coffin. With each step she took, her figure disappeared and reappeared, traversing several meters.
It's moving closer to Xie Fei; there are already signs that the killer's killing patterns are being triggered!
Qianjing Youhui also noticed this phenomenon. She whispered, "This red-clad female ghost actually has a second rule for killing. It must be that being trapped in the illusion for too long will trigger death! Xie Fei has only just triggered it and entered its realm."
The sound reached the ears of Ge Congze and Si Yehan on the other side, but the two of them were now more focused on the red-clothed female ghost and Xie Fei.
Si Yehan leaned against the wall with his hands in the outer pockets of his trench coat. If someone were nearby, they could even see a hint of languid indifference. He was looking forward to the ghost killing scene that was about to unfold. His only regret was that he had one less prey to kill with his own hands. But killing ghosts was also quite dramatic.
The female ghost in red, dressed in blood-red robes that fluttered and rustled, vanished and reappeared like a ghost. Her sinister aura caused the temperature in the room to drop sharply, enveloping Xie Fei.
As the woman in red appeared behind Xie Fei, the crimson light in her eyes intensified. A gash appeared on her sickly pale face, splitting all the way to her ear, and she was about to bite down...
A sudden change occurred.