A Thread of Red Light

In a deathly silent, dimly lit world.

Coffins were laid out on the ground, stretching out in all directions, making this world a world of coffins, and also a world of ghosts.

Because there is a ghost standing inside each coffin.

They are not fake, but real, because at this very moment, a ghost has already stepped out of the coffin, seemingly wanting to walk towards Wang Xiaoming, Li Jun, and the others who are trapped here.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming, Li Jun, Tong Qian, Feng Quan, and the others truly understood why this S-class supernatural event was so terrifying after facing the Ghost Messenger. This kind of supernatural event was simply beyond the capabilities of ordinary Ghost Tamer. Whether you controlled two ghosts or even three, the final result would only be death.

The ghosts' ability to restart didn't result in another attack; instead, it increased their numbers.

It's like having a cheat code in a game; it can make you cry from frustration, and you're not allowed to quit.

But now, even if they wanted to cry, they couldn't.

Everyone was now sweating profusely, their pupils constricted, and they were enveloped in fear. This fear did not come from the supernatural itself, but from a deep sense of despair.

They are among the top Ghost Tamer in the country, and they have dealt with paranormal events more than once or twice. As long as there is hope and opportunity, they will not give up and will seize the last chance to turn the tide.

But this scene made them realize that there was no chance, no hope, and no possibility of turning the tide.

An inescapable Ghost Domain, an unrecoverable ghost coffin, and Infinite Restart vengeful spirit. All of these converge to create an overwhelming sense of despair.

The eerie glow emanating from the will-o'-the-wisps burning on Li Jun's body was like a candle flickering in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment.

"Too late?" Wang Xiaoming muttered to himself, lowering his head slightly. With his intelligence, he couldn't think of any way to survive.

Because they no longer have any trump cards to change the situation.

Although he had a substitute doll and ghost candles, they were useless. These things were too weak. Even if he lit the ghost candles, they would probably burn out in a few seconds. Releasing the substitute dolls would only extend his survival time by a dozen seconds.

"Professor, what do we do now?" Li Jun was also sweating profusely. He turned back to Wang Xiaoming with a hint of fear, hoping for a solution to change the situation.

Wang Xiaoming didn't reply, but just muttered to himself, "If we die, what will happen to it? Who will handle this paranormal event?"

He can die, but who will handle this S-class paranormal event, the one codenamed "Ghost Messenger"?

This is not an event that can be handled by sheer numbers; even if we brought in some of the top Ghost Tamer in the country, we still wouldn't be able to resolve it.

Ghosts can be restarted, and their numbers will continue to increase; even the most skilled Ghost Tamer will eventually fall victim to them.

"Jiang Shangbai's plan might be correct," Wang Xiaoming reflected on his mistakes.

He thought of the plan proposed by Jiang Shangbai in the previous meeting room: take the coffin nails from the starving ghost and use them on this Ghost Messenger. Perhaps this could completely solve this supernatural event, just like in Dachang City.

The Hungry Ghost also possessed the ability to restart, which involved rewinding time in a region by half an hour.

However, after being nailed down by the coffin nails, he lost the ability to move.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's dejected expression, the others became even more anxious. It seemed that Professor Wang couldn't think of any good solutions either, since the situation was too dire, and even the smartest person would be helpless without the right methods.

Am I really going to die here?

They hesitated, were bewildered, and despaired, but the ghosts did not stop because of their inaction.

Soon.

After pausing for a short while, one of the nearby ghosts finally stepped out of the coffin with its other foot, followed by the other ghosts one after another.

This action seemed to indicate that the ghost had completely broken free from the shackles of the ghost coffin and would resume its own actions.

However, the ghost standing in the coffin in front of everyone remained motionless, still with one foot out of the coffin, as if it were being suppressed by Li Jun.

In fact, it wasn't that Li Jun suppressed the ghost, but rather that the previous patterns were still influencing it.

"Are they here?"

The others felt their scalps tingling with fear; they could only watch helplessly as ghosts emerged from their coffins and approached them.

"We're doomed this time," someone said, their voice trembling with despair.

Li Jun looked at Wang Xiaoming again, a bitter and helpless expression on his face. He realized that he, like other Ghost Tamer, would die in a supernatural event today. This was probably the fate of people like him; they would all be killed by ghosts sooner or later. But if he died, so be it. However, if Professor Wang died here as well, then a glimmer of hope for the future would be extinguished, since Professor Wang had already found a new research direction.

Give him just a little time, Ghost Tamer will improve again.

Tong Qian was still unwilling to accept this. She was someone who had been resurrected and didn't want to die here without doing anything. But she couldn't laugh or cry.

The funny face was suppressed.

This ghost's abilities are too overwhelming; it can suppress any ghost, otherwise she wouldn't be in such a passive position.

The ghost is getting closer.

At this moment, even the ghost that Li Jun was holding stirred.

The stiff, blackened corpse began to move mechanically; its body trembled slightly, and it tried to lift one foot out of the coffin.

The ghostly flames on Li Jun's body gradually died down, and half of his body was charred black, as if he had been burned to a crisp.

In this moment of despair, everyone fell silent, seemingly having accepted the outcome and quietly awaiting death, or perhaps still trying to think of various solutions.

But none of that matters anymore.

The ghosts arrived as expected, and darkness encroached upon them at the same time.

Countless heavy footsteps echoed in the darkness, each one like a stomp on the heart, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Just when everyone was facing annihilation, a bizarre scene unfolded.

A thin red line suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Like glow sticks waving in the distance at night.

Then the thin red line rapidly changed, becoming brighter and thicker, like a bloody gash, or an eye in the darkness. This red light forcefully tore open this impenetrable abyss of darkness.

Then a pale, bloodless hand emerged from the opening.

Almost simultaneously.

Wang Xiaoming, Li Jun, Tong Qian, Feng Quan, and the others all felt their shoulders being gripped by a cold, stiff hand, and on the back of each hand grew a strange, scarlet eye.

Its eyes glowed red and enveloped everyone caught by the ghostly hand.

This red light could not be eroded or enveloped by darkness, for it was no longer the Ghost Domain belonging to vengeful spirits.

"This is?"

Wang Xiaoming had only felt something on his shoulder before, and he thought he had been attacked by a ghost. But in the red light, he saw the hand on his shoulder, and even more so, he saw the eye on the back of the hand, an eye that he recognized.

"Don't resist, I'll take you away." A voice seemed to echo from the red rift in the darkness.

Yang Jian?

Upon hearing this voice, everyone was startled.

The next moment, the ghostly hand in the red light vanished.

The person being held in the ghost's hand also disappeared at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, everyone in the darkness vanished, and the red rift that had torn through the darkness quickly closed. But before it disappeared, a hand grabbed the nearby ghost coffin.

The next moment, the ghost coffin also disappeared.

In the complete darkness, only a group of ghosts suddenly stopped moving.

The ghost lost its target.

There were no more targets for the ghosts to attack in this Ghost Domain, so it stopped.

Then the other ghosts and the ghost coffin began to disappear. In the end, only one figure remained standing in the darkness.

Moreover, from beginning to end, the ghost codenamed Ghost Messenger never stepped out of the coffin with its other foot; its resurrection was not yet complete, just one step away.