The crisis was averted, and everyone withdrew from their frenzied attack mode.
The Fierce Ghost, in its half-corpse form, was quickly contained.
"That's it?" Someone seemed shocked. The ghost looked quite terrifying, and it was dealt with so quickly; it was somewhat unbelievable.
"Nonsense, there are twelve Ghost Tamer on the ship at full power. How could ordinary little devils possibly be a match for them?"
"He seems weaker than that Fierce Ghost that caused trouble on the ship before."
"Perhaps it's because it's just starting to recover."
Bai Yang stared wide-eyed as he carefully retrieved the fragments of the Ash Urn from the sea. After examining them, he found that they appeared to be just ordinary wood with a slight stench of decay, but nothing else particularly special.
For the Ghost Tamers on the ship, what they had just witnessed was merely a warm-up; a large number of Ash Urn still needed to be dealt with.
Fortunately, the Ash Urns were moving at different speeds, and not many were floating over at this point. Many more Ash Urns had mysteriously disappeared along the way, so they weren't in a hurry yet.
"Let's continue, everyone, don't let your guard down," Zhang Yuwei reminded them.
The Ghost Tamers began repeating their previous actions, stuffing the Ash Urns into the Golden Containers and hunting down the occasionally resurrected Fierce Ghost. So far, there have been no casualties.
Bai Yang wiped the sweat from his face, watching as more and more Ash Urns floated in, each one making various noises—some like fingernails scratching wooden boards, others like knocking—sounds that sent chills down his spine. Although the situation was relatively stable, there was no room for complacency.
"The Golden Container has been consumed too much and is about to collapse," a Ghost Tamer warned.
"Don't worry, Minister Fu said the support is on its way. Hang in there, everyone," Zhang Yuwei replied. Through her actions, she had already won Fu Youhua's favor and gained some influence.
These words were undoubtedly a shot in the arm.
In fact, Fu Youhua's willingness to Minister guard on the dangerous front line with a group of Ghost Tamer and the navy was enough to reassure people.
However, Hu Jiu suspected that Fu Youhua had a backup plan, something that could allow him to escape danger or save his life at any time.
"Look, there's a special Ash Urn!" someone suddenly shouted.
Everyone turned to look over, and saw that it was a very small Ash Urn. At first glance, it looked no different from other Ash Urns, but upon closer inspection, they discovered that it was engraved with patterns.
Other Ash Urns are just ordinary wooden boxes, so what does this carved Ash Urn represent?
"Never mind all that, just take it in!" Yuan Hongfei said impatiently. The special Ash Urn was emitting thumping sounds, as if it were pounding on a person's heart, sending chills down one's spine. It was clearly a dangerous thing, and he didn't want to face the Fierce Ghost Revival inside.
Yuan Hongfei reached out to retrieve the Ash Urn, and the instant he touched Ash Urn, a strange sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.
Sure enough, the candle on the special Ash Urn went out the next second.
Yuan Hongfei quickly retreated.
Unlike the ordinary Ash Urns that shattered immediately when the candle went out, the special Ash Urn opened slowly, as if being very polite, with only a small crack appearing.
There seemed to be nothing inside.
"Is it an empty box?" Yuan Hongfei, puzzled.
"It does appear to be empty."
"The Ash Urn is empty, that's good news, right?"
"Wait, don't get too excited yet! Did you hear anything?"
"The noise coming from Ash Urns everywhere..."
Thumping--
Thump--
The faint sound of a heartbeat mingled with the noise emanating from the Ash Urn.
A short while later, two people collapsed to the ground, clutching their chests.
"Oh no!" Zhang Yuwei immediately blew a bubble and wrapped herself up in it. "It's an invisible, Intangible Fierce Ghost!"
After saying that, she clutched her chest and collapsed.
"What the hell is this?" Bai Yang looked around in shock, but he couldn't see anything.
As the Ghost Tamers collapsed one by one, their faces turning bluish-purple as if they were suffering from heart attacks, suddenly, a clear bell rang out.
Upon hearing the bell, the affected Ghost Tamers breathed a sigh of relief.
Jin Guidong appeared on the deck carrying a bell. "You guys need to think of a way to catch that ghost quickly! There have already been deaths among the ordinary people on the ship!"
As the Ash Urn floated over, the Ghost Tamers on the Shichuan were also cleaning it up, but they were too few in number and had too few Golden Containers, so their efficiency was not high.
Just now, several ordinary people on the ship suddenly clutched their chests and collapsed to the ground, dead. Jin Guidong also felt unwell in his heart. Realizing something was wrong, he immediately rang the Buddhist Bell.
"It's an invisible Fierce Ghost. They don't even understand the patterns of its killings. How are we supposed to lock it up?" Yuan Hongfei roared impatiently, his heart racing with tension. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and collapsed.
If an ordinary person triggers the pattern, they will die instantly. At least Ghost Tamer can resist for a while. Yuan Hongfei clutched his chest and gestured to Jin Guidong to hurry up and ring the bell.
Jin Guidong pretended not to see it. The price of ringing the bell was too high. He had only rang it once, and his body felt a strange weakness. It was not physical fatigue, nor mental exhaustion, but some mysterious and profound thing was being drawn away and consumed from his life.
He couldn't describe the feeling, but it was quite ominous, so... as a collaborator, Jin Guidong felt that ringing the bell once to help the Ghost Tamer on the Zhanying was enough; he didn't have that much self-sacrificing spirit.
"The pattern of murder is the heartbeat!"
"I heard the sound of a heartbeat. As long as my heartbeat overlaps with the frequency of that sound, it will immediately trigger the killing pattern!" Zhang Yuwei was still clutching her chest, but she was encased in bubbles. Although she had also been affected, she had relatively strong resistance. Through her own experience, she guessed the rules of this ghost.
"Even if we know the pattern of the killing, what can we do? We can change our heartbeat to avoid being killed by this ghost, but this ghost itself has no physical form, so how do we contain it?" Bai Yang pointed directly to the most crucial question.
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Huang Jingxing stepped forward, and all eyes immediately turned to him.
This mummy, who hadn't shown much promise throughout, now confidently declared, "I'm best at dealing with invisible Fierce Ghost."
After he finished speaking, the white cloth wrapped around him fell off and floated in mid-air. Underneath the white cloth was a young body, eyes closed and motionless, with pale skin, no breath and no heartbeat. He looked like someone who had been dead for a long time, but there were no signs of decay.