The Identity of the Plague Ghost

They had originally planned to pry open the coffin and begin imprisoning the ghost inside.

But neither Yang Jian nor Zhang Han expected that the coffin, which had been properly placed in the mourning hall since they entered the village, would open by itself at this moment.

Accompanied by a weak, feeble cough.

Something slowly pushed the coffin lid open, revealing a crack.

Through that gap, a bloodless, deathly pale hand reached out.

All these signs indicate...

The ghost inside the coffin is about to come out.

"What's going on?" Yang Jian's expression involuntarily tensed up at this moment.

This situation was actually outside his consideration; according to his calculations, it was highly unlikely that the ghost inside the coffin would come out.

Because when he tried to open the coffin earlier, the ghost was inside, holding onto the coffin lid tightly and preventing him from opening it.

This situation suggests that the ghost is unwilling to come out.

But now, what has caused this ghost to act out of character and actively open the coffin to come out?

"Yang Jian, what do we do now?" Zhang Han was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Yang Jian waved his hand and said, "Calm down, don't do anything rash. We're going to fight ghosts anyway, so it doesn't matter whether we make contact sooner or later. Get my body bag ready, let's see if we can lock it up."

"Okay, okay."

Zhang Han nervously swallowed and hurriedly picked up the body bag from the ground.

"Once it appears, you will cooperate with my actions." A Ghost Eye appeared on Yang Jian's forehead.

The eye was fixed intently on the slowly opening coffin.

A Ghost Eye also appeared behind his head, wary of the headless ghostly figure behind him, while ensuring that no second ghost would appear behind him.

As the coffin was slowly pushed open.

The shadow behind Yang Jian stretched swiftly to the side of the coffin like a flowing stream, and then its arms were stretched out very long, slowly emerging from the ground.

The headless ghost's hand gradually approached the mouth of the coffin.

He was just waiting for the ghost to emerge from the coffin, then he would remove its arms and head and dismember it instantly.

"Cough, cough cough."

A weak, feeble cough rose again from inside the dark coffin, and a second, pale arm reached out and rested on the moved coffin lid.

With two arms propped up, a "person" seemed to be about to sit up from inside the coffin.

"Oh shit."

Zhang Han cursed inwardly, knowing he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

The demon tattoo on his back is awakening.

His body began to move strangely, as if something was trying to crawl out from the flesh on his back.

The two men were on high alert, their minds pounding, ready to make their move.

I pray in my heart.

Hopefully, this vengeful ghost isn't too terrifying and is still within our control; otherwise, we'll all really die here.

The "person" inside the coffin sat up, supporting himself on the coffin lid.

Half of his body was exposed.

He was a man with a deathly pale face, as if he had been dead for several days. He stared ahead with his eyes open, and his eyes revealed a kind of torment, pain, and numbness.

Yang Jian was about to make a move, but when he saw the man's clothes, his eyes narrowed sharply.

The "person" who sat up from the coffin was actually wearing the uniform of the person in charge.

"Cough, cough cough." The "person" coughed a few more times, weak and feeble, as if he were terminally ill.

"Yang Jian, why aren't you making a move?" Zhang Han was sweating profusely with anxiety.

He noticed that Yang Jian hesitated for a moment at this moment.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand in a gesture of respect; "Don't rush into action."

If he wasn't mistaken, the man in the uniform was Feng Quan, the first Ghost Tamer in Dachang City and the person in charge of establishing the archives of paranormal events in Huanggang Village.

"Feng Quan?" he tried calling out.

Let's see if this "person" responds.

The Ghost Tamer Feng Quan disappeared in Huanggang Village, but if a Ghost Tamer had really been missing for several months, he should have been dead by now, and his body would probably have rotted away.

However, the person suspected to be Feng Quan, the Ghost Tamer, actually sat up from inside the strange coffin.

This makes Yang Jian suspect that Feng Quan is not dead.

But is Feng Quan now a human or a ghost?

Yang Jian should confirm this himself.

"You shouldn't have come to save me, cough, cough cough." The "person" turned his head, his eyes, which looked somewhat numb from the pain, and looked at Yang Jian, while coughing weakly a few times.

Did it speak?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

Is he really Feng Quan, the Ghost Tamer, or not a ghost?

"What... what's going on? The ghost is talking!" Zhang Han was on edge and completely bewildered by the situation.

Let's continue with the discussion.

Yang Jian remained vigilant; his ghostly figure still lingered near the coffin, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Are you really Feng Quan? I am Yang Jian, also from Headquarters."

Feng Quan's numb eyes flickered slightly. "I know you. I knew you when I entered the village. You shouldn't have come here, and you shouldn't have come to rescue me. My condition doesn't warrant the Headquarters spending so much money to save me. Your rescue will only make things worse."

What? Save you?

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly.

Could this be the company's real purpose in having us wait for them to solve the paranormal events in Huanggang Village?

It's not for imprisoning evil spirits.

Rather, it was to rescue the Ghost Tamer trapped in the village, Feng Quan?

If that's the case, then the coughing sounds heard in the village earlier must have been from Feng Quan?

Is he Plague Ghost?

"Do you think we wanted to come here? We were kept in the dark too. Tell me, was that ghost who was coughing in the village earlier you?" Yang Jian suddenly became somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

If they were here to rescue people, that company should have said so earlier.

They won't give us any intelligence.

Is this a mission to save lives, or to send us Ghost Tamer, to our deaths?

Feng Quan said, "That's right, it was indeed me. Due to special reasons, I couldn't leave this coffin, but I already warned you through others and told you to get out. However, the situation changed afterward because you couldn't get out anymore at night."

"The coughing sound was intentional. I wanted to gather all of you scattered Ghost Tamer in the village together to fight the demon in the village, because this is your only chance."

"But you haven't understood what I mean at all. Instead, because more and more Ghost Tamer are killed alone, the ghost's power is getting stronger and stronger."

"So eventually you broke the balance, and the ghost in the village started to take over completely, and after that I was powerless to stop it."

Feng Quan glanced at Yang Jian and then at Zhang Han: "I have to say you guys are pretty lucky. You actually survived after that ghost took over this place. It was a night where you were guaranteed to die, there was no way out, even for Ghost Tamer."

"Since you knew this, why didn't you remind me sooner? What the hell is your coughing? You have a mouth, so why don't you come out of your coffin and speak?"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and said.

"Even a single important piece of information wouldn't have put me in this passive situation, almost leading to my complete annihilation. And what was that old woman's cough anyway?"

Are you deliberately misleading us?