The old woman's cough startled Yang Jian, Zhang Yiming, and the others awake.
There was no doubt about it. That cough was exactly like the weak, feeble voice from last night, as though she were sick.
"Is she a ghost?"
Zhang Han stared wide-eyed as the old woman slowly walked away.
"If this old woman really is a ghost, then the other villagers might be ghosts too. It was wise of you not to fire that shot, Ye Jun. Use your brain more next time," Zhang Yiming said.
Yang Jian glanced at him. "He doesn't have a brain. It's full of corpse water. I saw it when his head got cracked open last time."
Ye Jun's expression shifted constantly. At that moment, he felt an inexplicable fear.
If he had really fired just now, perhaps it would not have been only one ghost that appeared, but a whole group of them.
"Yang Jian, that old woman's cough sounds exactly the same as Plague Ghost's voice. Does that confirm her identity? If so, we can make our move now," Zhang Yiming said, staring at the old woman, who had not yet gone far.
If they successfully contained her, this supernatural incident might be completely resolved.
"We can give it a try," Yang Jian said with a frown.
He still felt that something was wrong.
If that old woman was Plague Ghost, then who was in the coffin? And who was the ghost that had tried to attack Zhang Yiming and the others at night?
Could there be three ghosts?
Absolutely impossible.
The odds of so many ghosts gathering in one place were very low, especially when this village might be within the range of a Ghost Domain.
And there could only be one ghost capable of creating a Ghost Domain.
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