Hu Jiu smiled and nodded, agreeing to form a temporary team with Huang Jingxing.
"The situation outside doesn't look good." Huang Jingxing looked at the dark, sunless sea. "The sound of the waves has disappeared, and those seabirds... Look!"
Hearing the sound, Hu Jiu turned to look in the direction Huang Jingxing was facing. Sure enough, there were several unfamiliar seabirds perched on the deck. Even the professional bird deterrents' use of noise bombs had failed to drive them away.
Huang Jingxing said in a heavy tone, "Perhaps these birds sensed the danger, which is why they chose to hide in a relatively safe place."
Ghost Tamer indeed very powerful among human groups, but they appear so small when faced with the vast ocean. Surrounded by endless darkness, many Ghost Tamers experience a surge in psychological pressure, losing all their usual arrogance.
Many of the ship's lights were indeed turned off, but basic lighting was still provided, and various monitoring devices were carefully observing the surrounding environment.
The Ghost Tamers had already begun to use their abilities to scout ahead. Just then, several more seabirds flew in from the horizon. Some, perhaps exhausted, stopped on the deck and refused to move, while others flew over the ship and headed straight for the distant horizon.
Hu Jiu looked up for a while, "Those birds all flew in from the northeast."
Even without his reminder, someone was already observing with military binoculars. However, since it involved the Supernatural, the naked eye might not be able to see anything. It would be great if there were Ghost Tamer could control eye-type Fierce Ghost.
Yes, there really is.
"Bai Yang, have you noticed anything?" Fu Youhua was asking a middle-aged man with half-gray hair.
The man was dressed in a black Tang suit, exuding an extraordinary air. His pupils shone with a dark blue light as he stared intently at the distant sea.
Huang Jingxing leaned close to Hu Jiu's ear and whispered, "That guy named Bai Yang used to be a pretty famous fortune teller. He had connections with many government officials and celebrities. It's said that his eyes were incredibly good at divination, and he was always right when it came to appraising treasures and gambling on stones. But then he somehow broke some taboo and ran away abroad overnight. He recently returned to China, and it seems he got involved in some kind of thing again. Now he's probably been recruited by Headquarters. Don't let his middle-aged appearance fool you; he's actually quite young..."
"You know quite a lot," Hu Jiu remarked.
Huang Jingxing said, "Bai Yang is considered a veteran Ghost Tamer, but he has never joined Headquarters before."
The Shichuan repeatedly sent distress signals to the Zhanying, indicating that their ship seemed to be in trouble. But in this situation, who would bother to rescue them? They weren't even local residents.
"Anyway, they won't die anytime soon, let them wait..." Fu Youhua's attitude was quite impatient.
Suddenly, Bai Yang gasped and exclaimed, "Look over there! It looks like something's floating over here!"
Looking in the direction he was facing, a flickering bluish-green light did indeed appear on the horizon, its brightness dimming and indistinct.
Hu Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, Supernatural emanating from him. His field of vision gradually expanded, and the dim, bluish-green light slowly came into view—it was actually a... candle.
The candle, pale yellowish-white, looked like solidified animal fat, with a single green flame dotting its surface. It gave off an eerie and gloomy feeling at first glance, as if it harbored some kind of deadly danger.
The candles were rapidly approaching the ship from afar, and soon many others also saw them, their expressions immediately tense.
"All ordinary people, immediately put down your work and return to your rooms!" Fu Youhua issued a new order, instructing non- Ghost Tamers to temporarily retreat.
A few minutes later, only the Ghost Tamer remained on the deck, ready for battle. A few minutes after that, the green light slowly approached, and everyone finally saw what it was.
--An Ash Urn a candle emitting a green flame stuck to it.
Several seabirds huddled together in a corner of the deck; the surroundings were utterly Silence, without the slightest sound.
The vast ocean was so lifeless. As the green light drew closer, everyone could faintly hear a crackling sound, like nails scratching glass, making them feel uneasy.
"The sound is coming from that Ash Urn," a Ghost Tamer said softly.
Everyone instinctively slowed their breathing, and as the Ash Urn drew closer to the ship, the piercing sound grew louder and louder.
"We can't possibly encounter the Source Ghost that easily, can we?"
"What should we do? Continue to observe?"
"Don't make any rash moves, lest you trigger the killing pattern!"
At this moment, Fu Youhua delivered some bad news. "Besides the Ghost Tamers, ordinary people on the ship can also hear that hissing sound. This sound seems to be able to travel regardless of the thickness of the walls, so it is undoubtedly a Supernatural phenomenon. Fortunately, there have been no casualties yet."
One of the Ghost Tamers said, "The sound is getting louder and louder. How about we throw someone... or throw a seabird down and see what happens?"
Before Fu Youhua could speak, Bai Yang hurriedly stopped him. "No, that Ash Urn hasn't done anything dangerous yet, let's not provoke it. While it's still quiet, let's put it in the Golden Container and contain it!"
That's a good idea, but the problem is... who will go?
Fu Youhua looked around, hoping someone would step forward.
"Let me do it." A deep female voice rang out, and a short-haired woman in a blue tracksuit stepped forward.
"Alright, Comrade Zhang Yuwei, this task is entrusted to you!" Fu Youhua's face showed an extremely gratified expression.
Zhang Yuwei took a Golden Corpse Bag. The Ash Urn and candles were still quite a distance from the ship, and everyone watched her movements, wondering what methods she would use to contain them.
Zhang Yuwei pouted and blew hard forward, releasing a trembling pink bubble. To everyone's astonishment, Zhang Yuwei stepped into the bubble and floated towards the Ash Urn.
"It seems like a fairly practical ability; it allows for flight without relying on the Ghost Domain," Hu Jiu said.
"Actually, I can fly too." Huang Jingxing lowered his voice.
Just as Zhang Yuwei was getting closer to the Ash Urn seemed to be stimulated by something, suddenly changed direction, and accelerated towards the Shichuan.
Zhang Yuwei failed to catch up with the Ash Urn and returned empty-handed.
Fu Youhua continued to praise Zhang Yuwei, while closely monitoring the changes in the Ash Urn and the Shichuan.
The existence of the Shichuan actually has some value; at this time, it can be used as a pawn to explore the way.
The most important thing in combating Supernatural events is intelligence, and intelligence is often obtained by risking lives. Rather than using your own people to test the waters, it's better to send outsiders to their deaths.