Return to the Coffin

At this point, the whole story of the Huanggang Village paranormal events became clear.

A village formed by ghosts.

A person who attempts to completely transform into a ghost using a ghost coffin.

The real purpose of that company issuing this mission was not to solve the paranormal events here, nor to save the Ghost Tamer Feng Quan, but to obtain this ghost coffin.

A coffin that is suspected of being able to completely turn a person into a ghost.

Although it was unsuccessful, it has high research value.

If we can find a breakthrough from this ghostly coffin, perhaps global paranormal events can be effectively curbed.

However, Feng Quan's selfishness prevented the ghost inside the coffin from returning to its original location.

He wandered around the village.

This is the real source of terror.

The solution is actually quite simple.

You don't need to deal with ghosts, you only need to deal with people.

The headless ghost was holding Feng Quan's head. Its face was deathly pale, devoid of color, but it was still alive.

It's unclear what was inside his body that maintained this miracle of survival despite being decapitated.

However, after the headless ghost took off Feng Quan's head, it did not hold it in its hands, but slowly raised it and placed it on its own neck.

The vengeful spirit's instincts compelled it to piece together a perfect body.

This behavior was not under Yang Jian's control.

"Has it slipped out of control again, intermittently?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly.

The next moment, the headless ghostly figure opened its crimson Ghost Eye.

It was pinned to the ground again by the eyes, turning into a shadow.

Feng Quan's head fell off and rolled to the ground.

"Yang Jian, you should know that once you've entered the Ghost Coffin, we can perfectly control the ghosts within our bodies. To hand this coffin over to a ghost like this is utterly foolish." He was still struggling, growling.

They wanted to dissuade Yang Jian from this idea.

"You are Ghost Tamer, with lofty ideals, wanting to be a savior, but I am just a nobody. I just want to live. For your so-called possibility, you want to sacrifice all of us here? Do you think I would agree? Ridiculous. When we're about to die, what do we care about?" Yang Jian said earnestly.

"Stop talking, that ghost is in."

Yang Jian then moved the unconscious Zhang Han, along with Feng Quan's head and body, to the side and gathered them together.

To avoid becoming the first target of this ghost after we separate.

Another person walked into the house.

He was an old man dressed as a farmer, somewhat thin, and simply dressed.

His face was lifeless, carrying an aura of cold death.

This old man was Liu Genrong, the same man Yang Jian had inquired about when he first entered the village.

But now, he has become this ghost's new identity.

When Liu Genrong walked in, his gray eyes were devoid of any light. He didn't look at Yang Jian and the others in the corner, but instead fixed his gaze on the open coffin.

The coffin was now empty, with no one occupying it.

After a brief pause, Liu Genrong strode straight toward the coffin.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, his heart instinctively tightening.

Even knowing what's going to happen next, getting up close to an unsolvable ghost still sends chills down your spine and makes your hair stand on end.

"Please, please don't let anything go wrong. Just lie down in the coffin peacefully; we've made room for you." He prayed silently.

Because besides the possibility that the ghost entered the coffin, there is another possibility.

That means they'll attack us first.

If that's the case, then the situation is terrible.

Liu Genrong had already become a ghost, had now walked to the side of the ghost coffin, and was less than two meters away from Yang Jian in the corner of the wall.

If you take one step forward, you can reach out and grab it.

However, this time we were lucky.

Liu Genrong, now a ghost, did not attack Yang Jian.

Perhaps it was because the number of ghosts inside Yang Jian, Zhang Han, and Feng Quan exceeded the number he could suppress, and the conditions for certain death were not met, so he chose to give up.

Or perhaps returning to the Ghost Coffin takes precedence over other considerations.

Now.

Yang Jian saw the old man, Liu Genrong, supporting himself on the side of the coffin with one arm as he fell into the ghost coffin in a bizarre posture. The movement looked so much like a Thomas Flair; even athletes don't seem to have the standard of his movements.

Fortunately, it only went halfway around.

If they spun around a few more times and did some kind of move, the scene would be absolutely beautiful.

"Finally, we're inside. My guess was right; this was its real purpose," Yang Jian thought to himself.

"Click, click-click~!"

Then a pair of thin, rough hands covered in mud from the fields reached out from the coffin, grabbed the coffin lid that had been moved aside, and slowly began to move.

The coffin lid was moved into its correct position by those hands.

With a loud bang.

The coffin lid fell.

The coffin was sealed tightly shut again, returning to its original state.

Immediately.

The mourning hall returned to calm.

The expected result finally came true without any major incident.

The ghost returned to its coffin.

This paranormal event should come to an end.

"It won't come out again, will it?" Yang Jian stared at the ghost coffin for a long time.

He wasn't reassured, so he kept an eye on things for a while longer.

The coffin remained calm, and there was no sudden attempt to pry open the lid and emerge again.

If this ghost were to reappear, Yang Jian would desperately try to hold it back from the brink of death.

I just don't know if it will hold down.

But it will definitely be very difficult, at least more difficult than pressing down the coffin lids of Newton and Einstein.

"It's over."

After remaining vigilant for almost an hour, Yang Jian finally became certain.

Once a ghost enters its coffin, it certainly won't be able to escape easily.

Unless some idiot opens the coffin again and releases the ghost inside.

Perhaps the accident in Huanggang Village was caused by someone holding a funeral and accidentally opening a coffin containing a ghost, releasing the ghost inside.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Feng Quan's head lay on the ground, yet he was still alive, a strange anger flickering in his numb eyes.

Yang Jian, "You don't need to thank me; at least I saved your life."

"You've ruined a chance to save the world," Feng Quan said.

"This world doesn't need us to save it; we only need to save ourselves," Yang Jian.

Feng Quan fell silent. He didn't say anything more, only saying, "What you said makes some sense."

"That makes a lot of sense, I saw it on the forum."

Yang Jian, "Some inspirational quotes or something, like 'If it hurts, let it go,' 'Don't argue with idiots,' or 'Come and hit me if you dare.'"

"You should really go online when you have the chance instead of lying in a coffin pretending to be dead."

"If you put my head back in, I think I'll consider it," Feng Quan said.

Yang Jian, "That's impossible. You're my only gain from this trip to Ghost Village. I've become penniless because of this operation; my fortune of tens of millions has dwindled to just over two million. Thank you for letting me experience what it's like to become rich overnight and go bankrupt overnight. Besides, you're Ghost Tamer, so I can't kill you easily, lest the vengeful ghosts revive and bring me huge trouble. But I can sell you; after all, you have two ghosts inside you."

As he spoke, he picked up a body bag and walked over.

"..." Feng Quan looked at him with a blank expression and a hint of suspicion.

This guy actually wanted to sell himself?

That's all.

Yang Jian moved Feng Quan's body into a body bag.

As for his head.

Yang Jian stuffed it into his anus.

Let him experience a different kind of despair.

"This bag is worth at least two hundred million; I'm sure someone will buy it," Yang Jian thought to himself.

He turned back and planned to force a sale to that company.

They're all ghosts anyway.

There shouldn't be any difference.

"Etc."

Suddenly, he shifted his gaze to Zhang Han, who was standing to the side.

Yang Jian immediately stood up, picked up his suitcase again, and prepared to empty the corpse inside and put him in as well.

"Yang Jian, you wouldn't be thinking of selling me too, would you?"

Zhang Han, who had already woken up, exclaimed in horror, "I've never harmed you!"

"But you don't look well. Are you about to become a vengeful ghost? Since you're going to die out there anyway, why not let me have it?"

Yang Jian, "At most, your wife and I will split the profits 50/50, and your family will get half of the money from the sale. Don't worry, I'll arrange everything properly and you won't suffer any losses."

"I... I feel like I can live for a while longer," Zhang Han said, his face flushed, his will to survive very strong.