Realizing that Ouyang Tian might already have met with disaster, everyone immediately left the stairwell and returned to the main hall.
The vermilion coffin was still sitting there, completely intact.
Only, the candlelight before the coffin had gone out. Although lights still shone down from above, the village lighting seemed veiled beneath a thick layer of dust, yellowish and dim. That gloomy light gave people a suffocating feeling.
Yet beside the coffin, a corpse was slumped against the wall in an impossibly twisted posture, as though it had been wrung like a rope.
Blood flowed from the corpse, staining the surrounding area red.
Though it was no longer recognizable as human, its clothing and certain features still made it identifiable.
This was... Ouyang Tian.
"Dead... he's dead?" Zhang Yiming's voice trembled slightly.
They had been in the same building, less than ten meters apart.
A Ghost Tamer had died so easily right before their eyes. He had not even had a chance to struggle, leaving behind only a mangled corpse.
"The ghost inside his body is gone too."
Ye Jun had been fairly close to Ouyang Tian. After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"That much is obvious. If the ghost inside him were still there, he wouldn't have died so easily."
Zhang Yiming said, "The gap is too great. This ghost's threat level can at least be classified as A. It killed a Ghost Tamer as easily as slaughtering a chicken."
"No, it was even easier than killing a chicken. At least a chicken can squawk a couple of times before it dies, but this..."
No one could tell whether the expression on his face was fear or a bitter smile.
But everyone could feel Zhang Yiming's stifled helplessness.
Of course, the others felt the same way.
A Ghost