A stack of pitch-black talismans, exuding an ominous aura, drifted down silently and sank beneath the surface of the sea.
A chilly wind stirred up waves.
The environmental changes have attracted the attention of many people, who cautiously looked around.
Suddenly, Bai Yang seemed to notice something, and his expression became extremely tense.
"Look over there!" he shouted, raising his hand.
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and their expressions immediately changed drastically. "Holy crap!"
Bai Yang's pupils dilated, cold sweat poured down his back, and his entire body trembled.
On the distant horizon, tiny specks of bluish-green fluorescence gradually appeared, densely packed and seemingly countless, like stars slowly drifting towards the Zhanying...
The bluish-green fluorescence seemed so familiar. Yuan Hongfei's apple bobbed slightly, and his face turned ashen. "This... could it be one of those Ash Urns with candles in them? There are so many of these, far too many!"
A ghost released from just Ash Urn crippled the Shichuan, and now so many more have appeared. What if every Ash Urn contains a ghost...?
The Ghost Tamers on the ship felt a chill run down their spines.
"Let me take a closer look." In fact, Bai Yang had already clearly seen what was happening in the distance, but he desperately hoped that his eyes were playing tricks on him and that he was seeing things.
Unfortunately, the facts will not change because of his subjective will.
A few minutes later, everyone on the Zhanying learned of the terrible news. Fu Youhua was shocked and rushed to the conference room to hold an emergency meeting.
At this point, an ordinary person using a telescope could already see a large cluster of bluish-green lights in the distance, drifting towards the Zhanying.
The atmosphere in the meeting room was quite tense.
"How could there be so many?" Yuan Hongfei seemed still not recovered from the huge shock, muttering to himself.
"Let's retreat! We can still run!" He suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Fu Youhua.
Everyone else's eyes also turned to Fu Youhua.
"No!" Fu Youhua refused resolutely. "Our mission is to deal with this Supernatural event. If we retreat, what will happen to the people behind us? I don't want to hear such cowardly talk of retreating without a fight!"
"If anyone dares to run away..." Fu Youhua paused, his fierce gaze sweeping over everyone present, "I will make them regret it for the rest of their lives!"
The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly turned cold.
Zhang Yuwei sighed and quickly changed the subject, "Those bluish-green lights are still some distance from the Zhanying. Should we consider using the Ghost Fire weapon to burn them all beforehand...?"
"No, don't act rashly!" a Ghost Tamer hurriedly stopped him. "I suspect those Ash Urns are blocking the movement of the Fierce Ghost inside. Attacking them rashly might make things worse!"
"The reason the Shichuan was able to escape was because it attacked the Ash Urn itself. If the Ash Urn hadn't been destroyed, the ghost would probably have stayed inside quietly."
"If the Ghost Fire'- the-wisps you're talking about can suppress the Fierce Ghost inside the Ash Urn, that's fine. But if they can't suppress Fierce Ghost and a few escape, then we'll be in big trouble!"
Fu Youhua nodded; what this person said made a lot of sense.
With so many densely Ash Urn, even if the Ghost Fire'- the-Wisp has strong enough suppressive power, if even a few manage to escape, the Zhanying will definitely be in deep trouble.
"We can't just stand by and do nothing, can we?" Bai Yang said. "Could Headquarters send some reinforcements? In the current situation, there are only twelve Ghost Tamers on the ship, which is probably not enough to handle the situation."
Fu Youhua considered for a moment. "Let's try to gather enough intelligence first. If the situation worsens, I'll mobilize a large force to handle it."
Looking up at the crowd again, Fu Youhua encouraged them, "Everyone, this is the most critical moment, and also the moment for us to defend our country. We must show unwavering determination and the courage to fight on the front lines."
Everyone's expression was serious.
With time limited, Fu Youhua didn't dare to say too much nonsense, only telling everyone that they absolutely could not back down!
Then a series of orders were issued, and most of the ordinary people on the ship returned to their rooms. The following activities did not require the participation of ordinary people.
The entire crew of Ghost Tamers arrived on the deck. The bluish-green light was getting closer and closer, and a sinister aura wafted over them. Just one glance was enough to send chills down one's spine.
The nearest point of light had drifted over, and one could vaguely hear the sound of fingernails scratching wood, a sound that sent chills down one's spine.
The Ash Urns are entirely black, with no patterns or decorations on the surface; they are just ordinary rectangular wooden boxes. Some are large, and some are small. The only thing they have in common is that each Ash Urn has a lit candle stuck to it.
The bluish-green flame on the candle was unstable, seemingly about to go out at any moment. The nearest Ash Urn to the Zhanying was less than 300 meters away. The sea was calm, but the urns were slowly drifting in one direction.
The strange sounds grew louder and louder, as if some greedy beast had caught the scent of living people and was eager to come and investigate, but was trapped in a confined space and could only scratch with its fingernails, trying to break free of its restraints.
Zhang Yuwei was bold and meticulous. Wearing golden gloves, she stepped on bubbles and approached the Ash Urn.
The bubble landed on the sea surface and formed a hemispherical shape. Zhang Yuwei mustered up her courage and reached out to touch it.
At that moment, everyone else's hearts were in their throats.
She ran into it.
Nothing happened.
She picked up the Ash Urn.
Nothing happened.
She returned to the Zhanying with the urn containing her Ash Urn.
Nothing happened.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief; the danger level of this thing didn't seem to be... very high.
"What should we do with it?" Zhang Yuwei asked cautiously, holding the Ash Urn.
Yuan Hongfei suggested, "Let's just put it in the Golden Container and store it."
But at that moment, the bluish-green candlelight on the Ash Urn suddenly began to flicker violently.
The candle went out the next second.
Click--
A crack appeared on the Ash Urn.
Before Zhang Yuwei could react, cracks had spread all over the Ash Urn.
"Watch out!" Fu Youhua exclaimed.
Zhang Yuwei immediately blew a bubble and wrapped the Ash Urn with it.
Almost the instant she made that move, the Ash Urn shattered completely. Before she could even see what came out, Yuan Hongfei had already swiftly stuffed a sack into it—filling the urn with Bubble and the strange thing inside.
The entire sequence of actions was executed flawlessly, nipping the crisis in the bud. Yuan Hongfei wiped the cold sweat from his brow and asked, "Are the Golden Containers we brought enough?"