With an extra person in the team, Du Yan was a little annoyed because he had to divert his energy to prevent the Pinshishi from doing anything foolish, but it was Wen Jingyan's idea, and he wouldn't disobey.
"Bang, bang bang bang..."
A dull, drum-like sound suddenly rang out, and the thing inside the coffin began to move again!
The Pinshishi didn't know what was happening, but he didn't ask any questions because the knocking sound felt like it was striking his soul, sending chills down his spine. He instinctively sensed danger.
In the Silence night, the knocking of the coffin became the only sound in the entire village. Several people could even faintly feel the struggle inside the coffin, and this struggle was gradually intensifying, as the thing inside was trying its best to break free of its restraints.
Wen Jingyan dared not move, cold sweat soaked his back, but he remained calm and composed.
Seeing his calm demeanor, the other three were greatly calmed down.
This has happened before; the thing inside the coffin was restless, but it was suppressed by a subsequent howling sound. This may be two different Supernatural fighting each other, and ordinary people should not interfere.
Wen Jingyan still, and the others dared not make any moves either.
Pinshishi realized that Wen Jingyan was the leader of the group, so he naturally kept an eye on Wen Jingyan's every word and action, trying to find a way to survive.
Talking about monetizing traffic is nonsense now; survival is the most important thing.
However, if he manages to return alive and talk about his experience in the Ghost Village online, he might become an internet sensation again.
"Bang bang bang..."
The knocking from inside the coffin grew more and more intense. As time passed, each knock felt like a blow to everyone's head, and the fear grew with each passing second, each second feeling like an eternity.
The howling sound that was meant to suppress the Fierce Ghost and knock on the coffin did not occur.
Did the Fierce Ghost inside the coffin emerge victorious in this Supernatural confrontation?
Thinking of this, Wen Jingyan's brow twitched. Everything in this village was developing in a chaotic direction, the balance was broken, and the Fierce Ghost were about to be resurrected.
The coffin lid struggled more and more violently, as if the Fierce Ghost inside could jump out at any moment.
Wen Jingyan sensed a sense of crisis. After thinking for a moment, he reached into the inside pocket of his clothes and took out a black box about the size of his palm.
He opened the box, and the next moment, a hemispherical, Supernatural space emanating a dim, faint light formed within a one-meter radius of the box, like an inverted bowl, enveloping all four living people present.
The oppressive feeling emanating from the coffin and the bridal sedan chair was immediately shut out.
Feng Qian stared at this scene in utter astonishment, his eyes gleaming with golden light, his face full of curiosity. "You actually possess such a treasure? No wonder you're always so fearless."
He seemed to understand why Wen Jingyan had the audacity to keep courting death. Looking at the black box in Wen Jingyan's hand, he asked, "What is this?"
"Supernatural Item." Wen Jingyan replied succinctly, without any intention of further explanation.
This was also his first time using this thing. When the mastermind handed him the box, he explained its effects: once opened, it would create a stable defensive space centered on the box, capable of blocking over 90% of the Supernatural in the world.
At first, he didn't believe it. Even if such a powerful defensive Supernatural Item really existed, the cost of using it must be extremely high.
But now it seems that the mastermind behind the scenes was not lying at all. He could feel how powerful and stable the Supernatural space created by this black box was, and he did not feel any discomfort after using it.
Are there really Supernatural Items in this world without any side effects?
How is this different from the magical artifacts in fantasy novels?
In the blink of an eye, Wen Jingyan's mindset changed.
In the past, he had always dealt with the orders of the mastermind in a perfunctory and lazy manner, but now it seems that the other party must be a real big shot, as the things he casually gives away are such great treasures.
With such a golden opportunity right in front of him, Wen Jingyan realized he had been incredibly arrogant in the past.
As for the mastermind behind this wanting to unleash Fierce Ghost to harm society?
Haha, what's it to him?!
He is Ghost Tamer, and Ghost Tamer is nearly a hundred years old. He no longer considers himself human.
The Pinshishi's gaze also fell on the black box in Wen Jingyan's hand, a hint of greed and covetousness surging in its eyes, though it dared not show it at all.
He knew nothing about the Supernatural and genuinely believed the black box was some kind of magical artifact. Judging from the people in front of him, they seemed to be government officials with unusual status. The Pinshishi dared not act rashly, but if these people were all dead, the treasure would naturally be left for the living, wouldn't it?
The Supernatural protective shield flickered with a dim light, illuminating the rural road in an extremely strange way.
Feng Qian, Du Yan, and the Pinshishi clung tightly to Wen Jingyan, the four of them extremely close together.
Pinshishi felt that Wen Jingyan exuded a chilling aura that seemed to penetrate to his very bones. He instinctively wanted to get away, but he also knew that this man, who made him feel extremely dangerous, was the one who could protect him the most at this moment.
Wen Jingyan stood there for a while, and after confirming that the black box had no side effects, he instantly felt much more relaxed.
With no worries about the future, Wen Jingyan decided to carry out the task assigned by the mastermind behind the scenes—to accelerate the revival of this Ghost Village.
Under the eerie light emanating from the black box, Wen Jingyan's lips curled into a smile, his entire being resembling a living corpse that had just crawled out of the underworld.
He gently lifted his foot and walked towards the center of the Red-and-White Clash.
Feng Qian and Du Yan were startled and were about to stop him, but after looking at the defense provided by the black box, they breathed a sigh of relief. Since Wen Jingyan was so confident, they figured the black box could definitely protect them.
The Pinshishi was also very upset. At this point, they should have moved away from the danger as quickly as possible. Why did they have to get close?
But he dared not speak, and could only follow Wen Jingyan to the front of the funeral procession.
The people carrying the coffin were several mummified corpses dressed in coarse linen clothes. Their faces were ferocious, but they did not seem to be Fierce Ghost ghosts or Ghost Slaves. They seemed to be beings that were one with the coffin.
Despite the protection provided by the black box, Wen Jingyan dared not touch the coffin casually and tried to avoid direct contact.
He walked to the coffin, which remained stationary but had not yet touched the ground.
The coffin was made of very simple materials and was suspended in mid-air. Its weight was supported by a wooden frame tied with hemp ropes, and there were eight pallbearers at the four corners.
Wen Jingyan observed for a while, and then, centered on him, a dark, bluish-gray light extended from beneath his feet.
This was the first time since entering this Ghost Village that he had completely unleashed his abilities without restraint.
He then unleashed his Supernatural power, which was projected onto the coffin. A strange, bluish-gray light surged, flowing along the cracks in the coffin and seeping into its interior.
The Supernatural power of the Yin-Yang Road erupted in full force, helping the Fierce Ghost in the coffin escape.
At this moment, the eight coffin bearers turned their heads and focused their gazes on Wen Jingyan.
The next second, the knocking inside the coffin suddenly intensified, and a deafening sound like a booming bell exploded in Wen Jingyan's ears, seemingly trying to kill him.
Fortunately, the black box provided protection, reducing the power of the coffin-knocking sound by 99%. The group could only hear the loud noise, but they did not suffer any Supernatural harm.
Feng Qian, Du Yan Wen Jingyan remained relatively calm, but Pinshishi was startled by the loud banging of the coffin and couldn't help but mutter, "Damn it!"
Wen Jingyan's continued interference with the coffin seemed to trigger some kind of pattern, as the coffin bearers around him were stimulated and all began to make new movements.
Wen Jingyan saw the coffin bearers' movements but didn't care; he was confident in the black box's defenses.
"What are all these things?" Feng Qian scratched the back of his head, his eyes flashing with golden light.
The coffin bearers, illuminated by the golden light, froze instantly.
However, Feng Qian did not last long. When he closed his eyes, the golden light disappeared, and the stiff coffin bearers began to move again.
These coffin bearers weren't particularly terrifying, but their sheer number made them difficult for Feng Qian to contend with for long.
Fortunately, Feng Qian was protected by the security measures created by the black box, so he only tested the waters.
"What exactly are you doing?" Feng Qian asked.
"Of course I'm trying to solve the problem here, to suppress what's inside the coffin," Wen Jingyan lied.
He didn't come to solve the problem, but to exacerbate it; he wanted to release the Fierce Ghost from the coffin!
This was a crucial moment. The Supernatural glow emanating from the black box shone on Wen Jingyan's face, making him appear extremely sinister in the utterly silent Ghost Village.
The constantly heaving coffin bearers and the violently pounded coffin created a scene reminiscent of a grand spectacle from the Netherworld Hell.
The Yin-Yang Road beneath Wen Jingyan's feet kept impacting the tiny crack in the coffin, causing Supernatural tremor. He could feel that his Yin-Yang Road seemed to be affected by something, and it even showed a faint tendency to collapse.
The coffin was still being pounded inside, and with Wen Jingyan's assistance, the struggles of the creature inside became increasingly apparent.
Wen Jingyan sensed signs of overexertion, but there was no turning back now. With the black box protecting him, he gritted his teeth, and the bluish-gray light beneath his feet surged even more intensely.
He was trying his best to open the coffin, almost reaching the limit of the Yin-Yang Road. A surging bluish-gray light illuminated his face from below, making him look incredibly ghostly.
Even so, the demon within him showed no signs of reviving, because the Yin-Yang Road he controlled was special; it could be split into Yin and Yang, and when Yin and Yang were united, they were in a state of balance, making it difficult to break.
Decades ago, he directly mastered the entire Yin-Yang Road; his starting point was the destination for many others.
To be honest, the extraordinary path of controlling ghosts really depends on luck.
Thanks to Wen Jingyan's efforts, the gaps in the coffin gradually widened.
"What's going on?" Feng Qian looked at Wen Jingyan, asking incredulously, "Why do I feel like you're making things worse?"
"The other side is too powerful. If I hadn't helped suppress it, the thing inside would have escaped long ago." Wen Jingyan lied calmly, but his expression was slightly strange. This strangeness was not due to guilt when lying, but rather confusion.
He had tried his best to help the thing inside the coffin break free of its confinement, but the results were not very good.
It seems that this coffin has a truly powerful suppressive ability.
Thinking of this, his gaze couldn't help but fall on the coffin in front of him. The coffin was completely black, and the material looked somewhat worn. It wasn't nailed down, but it was very sturdy and unshakeable.
While Wen Jingyan was staring at the coffin in thought, Feng Qian had already begun to drift off, looking around.
The various strange phenomena in the village had cast a shadow over Feng Qian's mind, but now that he was in a safe area, he strangely developed a peculiar tourist mentality.
The village had a very oppressive atmosphere, as if a terrifying Fierce Ghost might jump out at any moment to give someone a fright.
"If this place were converted into a large haunted house, or a horror-themed murder mystery game, it would definitely sell like hotcakes and make a fortune," Feng Qian remarked.
His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly abrupt in this situation, and everyone turned to look at him, including Wen Jingyan.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Qian was a little confused.
"You really have a broad mind; you still have the mind to think about these things at a time like this." Du Yan's eyes became meaningful.
Feng Qian understood, and explained, "My thinking is quite normal. After the Black Fog Incident in Jing City, many places where Supernatural events occurred have now become popular tourist destinations. Some local governments even actively use the supernatural as a gimmick to attract tourists and increase economic revenue."
"They'll stop at nothing to make money. Even if you told me, I wouldn't do something like that," Du Yan complained, looking quite disgusted.
Pinshishi disagreed and retorted, "Making money is a good thing. Most ordinary people are busy trying to earn some money. Without money, they'll starve. Anyway, it's not illegal or against the law. It's fine as a popular tourist attraction."
Du Yan glanced at him. "Someone with a criminal record like you shouldn't be saying things like that, right?"
"You..." The Pinshishi was burning with rage. If it were in the past, he would have already started fighting when he encountered someone who disrespected him like this. But now, his will to survive overwhelmed his anger.
This village is too eerie. These people are his only hope for survival. Once he gets out, he'll have plenty of ways to use his internet celebrity status to cyberbully these people!
Du Yan took a deep breath. His sharp tongue just now was not his true nature; it was just that he had been suppressed in this environment for too long, and his mind was tense, so he needed an outlet.
He naturally wouldn't dare say anything unpleasant to Wen Jingyan or Feng Qian, so he could only bully the Pinshishi at the bottom of the ecosystem.
With Wen Jingyan's continued efforts, the gap in the coffin lid was pushed open wider and wider, and then a sound of wood breaking was heard in the Silence night, followed by a loud thud as a heavy object fell to the ground.
"Bang--"
The wooden frame supporting the coffin broke, and the coffin fell directly to the ground.
The next second, the coffin lid was ripped off.