The scene of the coffin lid being overturned was truly terrifying, even more so than the first time I watched a Zombie movie as a child. The Pinshishi was startled, and a silent fear spread.
Fortunately, the black box in Wen Jingyan's possession was powerful enough to prevent them from suffering any harm, only a slight fright.
Wen Jingyan looked into the coffin and was shocked to find that it was pitch black. There were no mummies, rotting corpses, skeletons, or Fierce Ghosts as he had imagined. It was just plain black, like a black hole, not reflecting any light, and he could not see anything.
However, Wen Jingyan could sense something moving inside the coffin.
"I can't see what's in the coffin, Feng Qian, come and take a look," Wen Jingyan said.
Feng Qian raised an eyebrow. He had previously felt that Wen Jingyan's attitude towards this Ghost Village was strange; it didn't seem like he was there to solve the problem, but rather to court death.
After Wen Jingyan took out that black box with super strong defense, Feng Qian felt that he had figured it out. Wen Jingyan was confident that he could court death, so he kept doing it.
But now it seems he was wrong.
He couldn't understand Wen Jingyan's purpose, but he was certain that the other party wasn't there to deal with Supernatural events!
However, Feng Qian did not stir up trouble. His eyes gleamed with golden light as he looked into the coffin.
He saw the dilapidated coffin lid. Theoretically, the space inside the coffin was limited, but in his view, this coffin seemed like a bottomless pit.
He saw layers upon layers of corpses in this bottomless pit.
The corpses were piled up haphazardly inside, and he also saw some familiar faces—the villagers interviewed by the Pinshishi team at the village entrance, the children who had been laughing and playing in the village during the day, the women cooking over the fire...
One glance was enough to send a jolt through Feng Qian's heart, as if all the villagers had been stuffed into this coffin.
No, it's not just that!
Among the villagers' corpses, there were also several people dressed in very modern clothing.
Upon closer inspection, Feng Qian could even make out their faces—they were members of the "Pinshishi" internet celebrity team!
"How could this happen?" he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Why would members of an online influencer's team appear in a coffin?
He could even see the equipment the photographer was carrying.
"What did you see?" Wen Jingyan asked hurriedly, seeing that Feng Qian looked extremely frightened.
Feng Qian stammered, "I saw the bodies of the villagers who appeared in the village during the day, all of them, in coffins. And the members of the Pinshishi team, they were all in coffins too."
"What?!" the Pinshishi exclaimed in shock. "How is this possible? My employees all went missing on the other side of the village, how could they end up in a coffin?!"
Feng Qian ignored him, simply describing what he had seen and heard, and then looked expectantly at Wen Jingyan.
Wen Jingyan pondered for a moment, but couldn't understand why the villagers were stuffed into coffins.
At this moment, Du Yan seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly turned deathly pale. He tentatively said, "There was a clear knocking sound from inside the coffin just now. Is it possible that it wasn't Fierce Ghost knocking, but a living person stuffed inside trying to call for help?"
Wen Jingyan nodded. "That's possible. This village is Ghost Domain formed by this coffin, and those who enter the village are essentially entering the coffin. Of course, this is just a guess."
Although Wen Jingyan said it was just a guess, Feng Qian and Du Yan found it unbelievable, and their eyes showed shock.
I usually can't understand anything.
In truth, Wen Jingyan didn't care what secrets the coffin held; he only wanted the Supernatural to spread.
Now that his objective had been largely achieved, he said, "This coffin is nearly out of control. My suppression has failed. Let's retreat."
"Okay," Feng Qian, Du Yan, and Pinshishi said in unison, though each of them had their own thoughts.
Feng Qian felt that this was indeed the case; he was now certain that Wen Jingyan had not come to deal with trouble.
Du Yan was actually smarter than Feng Qian and noticed Wen Jingyan's odd behavior much earlier, but he didn't reveal anything. He didn't show anything on his face and just acted as an obedient yes-man.
Pinshishi was much simpler. He wanted to live, obtain the black box from Wen Jingyan, and learn all the confidential information about "extraordinary beings."
The four people turned around and moved away from the funeral procession.
The Supernatural emanating from the black box in Wen Jingyan's hand enveloped the four of them. In the pitch-black night, the faint light emitted by this Supernatural became the only source of light in the village, making the surroundings seem even more bizarre.
The street was eerily quiet, a gentle breeze caressed their faces, and a chilling aura seemed to penetrate to their very bones.
The four people made very light footsteps, but they could faintly hear the footsteps of others behind them, as if the people carrying the coffin were following them.
No one turned around to look, but just then a creaking sound came from ahead.
The bridal sedan chair started moving.
Why does the bridal sedan chair move at this time?
Feng Qian was puzzled. From the moment this Supernatural phenomenon of Red-and-White Clash occurred, only the white side was constantly agitated, while the red wedding procession remained completely quiet.
Although they could sense a terrifying, mummified bride inside the bridal sedan chair, they could pretend she didn't exist as long as she didn't move.
But why did the bridal sedan chair suddenly move at this moment?
Feng Qian subconsciously turned his gaze to Wen Jingyan.
He became suspicious of Wen Jingyan.
At this moment, Wen Jingyan calm and composed. The next second, a gray-blue road extended from beneath his feet, crashing into the bridal sedan chair.
Immediately afterward, the bridal sedan chair made a clear "creaking" sound.
Du Yan quietly served as a background figure.
The Pinshishi imitated Du Yan, becoming part of the background. Although he disliked Du Yan, he realized that Du Yan was just an ordinary person like himself, so he followed suit.
Feng Qian stared intently at the bridal sedan chair. He noticed that the sedan chair was swaying rhythmically, and the curtain on the sedan chair was lifted slightly.
Through the gap in the curtain, Feng Qian saw the bride in the sedan chair again—a terrifying mummified corpse dressed in a red wedding gown. Even though the Supernatural was kept out by the black box, the appearance of the mummified bride alone was enough to frighten a person into illness.
Feng Qian felt that if he looked any longer, his eyes would explode, so he quickly looked away and stopped looking at the bride in the sedan chair.
Wen Jingyan, who was confronting the bridal sedan chair head-on, sensed something was wrong. The sedan chair was far more terrifying than he had imagined. At this moment, they were under attack from the sedan chair, but the black box blocked their view. The people protected by the black box were completely unaware of the danger.
However, the Yin -Yin-Yang Road that Wen Jingyan outwards allowed him to directly feel the power of the bridal sedan chair, which made him even more determined to cling to that so-and-so's coattails!
Seeing a withered arm emerge and slowly lift the curtain of the bridal sedan chair, Wen Jingyan stopped and said, "I can't handle this thing either, let's go."
The other three nodded and followed Wen Jingyan.
After walking for a while, no further abnormalities occurred, which relieved Feng Qian and Du Yan.
But the next second, a sudden gust of wind swept through the village. This gust lasted only a moment before abruptly disappearing.
Wen Jingyan turned around thoughtfully and saw that the curtain of the bridal sedan chair had been completely lifted, and the bride inside... was gone.
Very well, another Fierce Ghost has been resurrected.
These outsiders were like the first domino to fall, gradually disrupting the village's Supernatural balance.
The imbalance means that more Fierce Ghost will gradually revive, turning the surrounding areas, centered on Lan City, into forbidden zones for the living!
The thought of that scene filled Wen Jingyan with a strange excitement!
This feeling of excitement came out of nowhere, and he was completely unaware that his will was being slowly distorted.
At first, he was a former Ghost Tamer barely survived in the world, and a laid-back, Buddhist-like person. However, he also had some kindness in his heart and was willing to help people in Supernatural events without affecting himself.
But without realizing it, his kindness had completely disappeared, and he had become someone who feared nothing more than a peaceful world.
He himself did not realize this.
After getting away from the ancestral hall, Wen Jingyan deliberately walked towards places in the village that he suspected were dangerous.
The rest of the people had no choice but to follow him.
Feng Qian accidentally stepped on a dead branch, the sound echoing through the deathly silent village. He himself was unaffected, but the Pinshishi next to him trembled in shock.
Despite being protected by the black box, the Pinshishi still felt insecure; he even felt that every crooked mud house in the village was haunted.
Wen Jingyan didn't speak. As he passed a withered locust tree, he seemed to sense something, and immediately turned around and walked towards the other side of the village.
Far from the center of the village, the edge was covered with knee-high Pinshishi's neck. It wasn't because the group was too close and it was stuffy, but because he had a strange feeling of being watched, as if there were eyes hiding behind every dilapidated window in the village.
Several times, he clearly saw shadowy figures moving behind the window, but when he looked over, all he saw were swaying spider webs.
The group gradually walked to an open space on the edge of the village.
"My God..." Feng Qian stopped in his tracks, unable to help but exclaim in a low voice.
In the center of the open space, several ancient wells were arranged in a semi-circle. The blue bricks at the wellheads were covered with dark green moss, which looked greasy in the dim light.
Apart from Pinshishi, the other three were familiar with these wells.
Last time I only caught a fleeting glimpse, but this time I was closer and could see it much more clearly. All the well edges were tied with faded red ropes, the knots strange and intricate, like some kind of Talisman.
Feng Qian's gaze followed the circular path of the well array, and sure enough, he saw the curled-up baby again on the ground in the very center.
"Why did we run into this thing again?" Feng Qian complained, his gaze secretly sweeping over Wen Jingyan.
He felt that Wen Jingyan had always been more of a hindrance than a help, and this time would probably be no exception.
Wen Jingyan stared at the baby for a while. If one Neglect its bluish-black skin and disproportionately large head, one could barely call it "cute."
Its curled-up posture was too perfect, like an offering carefully placed on an altar.
Wen Jingyan did intend to help it revive, but before he could even make a move, the baby opened its eyes on its own!
Clearly, the unusual changes that occurred in the village caused this thing, which could be called Ghost Infant, to revive on its own.
Purple veins throbbed on the Ghost Infant's skull. Its eyes had no whites; instead, there were only two jet-black beads in its eye sockets, reflecting distorted human figures.
Since the defense provided by the black box in Wen Jingyan's hand had not disappeared, the group did not panic. Feng Qian even had the mind to observe the Ghost Infant.
Then the Ghost Infant's mouth opened wide, not with the toothless smile a baby should have, but with a bloody mouth that stretched all the way to its ears, covered with tiny, sharp teeth.
Its first cry was as sharp as a steel needle, and even with the protection provided by the black box, it still sounded incredibly piercing to the group.
Then the open space in front of them changed instantly. Black water began to seep from the wellheads, spreading upwards against gravity. The withered grass began to grow wildly after coming into contact with the overflowing black water, trying to entangle the few living people present, but they were all blocked by the black box.
The most terrifying thing was that the same crying sound came from each well in succession, layer upon layer, as if countless identical Ghost Infant were hidden below.
"Let's go, this situation is beyond our control," Wen Jingyan said calmly. A pale road unfolded beneath his feet, and wherever it passed, the wildly growing grass withered instantly.
Feng Qian had an "I knew it" expression on his face, but he didn't dare to say anything.
The Ghost Infant had already stood up.
No, to describe it as "standing" is too mild; its limbs folded and sprang back together in a reverse motion, lunging at them like a deformed spider.
It moved so fast it seemed otherworldly, bouncing and leaping between the wells, leaving burning black footprints on the grass with each landing.
With a "Duang~", the Ghost Infant crashed into the Supernatural defensive barrier provided by the black box, causing no harm whatsoever; it was merely frightening.
Feng Qian glared at it, and the Ghost Infant froze for a moment. Taking advantage of this brief gap, the group quickly walked away on the Yin-Yang Road, temporarily shaking off the Ghost Infant.
Led by Wen Jingyan, the group entered a narrow village alley. Suddenly, dark red liquid began to seep from the earthen walls on both sides. Where the plaster peeled off, countless rotting human faces were revealed, all maintaining the same stiff smile. Clearly, this was another resurrected Fierce Ghost.
Feng Qian was already used to it; these things were everywhere in the village!
Despite the pressure, Wen Jingyan made a detour through the village, during which he witnessed countless Fierce Ghost either voluntarily awakening or forcibly resurrecting themselves.
In the end, even he felt a chill run down his spine. It wasn't until the Supernatural phenomena in the Ghost Village spiraled out of control to a chaotic degree that he decided to leave.
A pale path led straight out of the village. Feng Qian and Du Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking in unison, "Our ancestors have finally had enough of this!"
Behind him came the frenzied screams of a horde of ghosts dancing wildly. When he reached the village entrance, Feng Qian couldn't help but turn around and take a look.
He saw several cracks appear in the village's ground, beneath which something terrifying seemed to writhe; the cries of Ghost Infant echoed incessantly; and a mummified bride in a red wedding dress arrived at the village entrance faster than four living people, walking out of the village without stopping...