A Simple Solution?

The old woman's cough startled Yang Jian, Zhang Yiming, and the others.

Without a doubt, that cough was the same weak, feeble voice from last night, sounding like someone was sick.

"Is she a ghost?"

Zhang Han stared wide-eyed as the old woman slowly walked away.

"If this old woman is really a ghost, then the other villagers are probably ghosts too. It was a wise move of yours not to fire that shot, Ye Jun. Think more before you act next time," Zhang Yiming said.

Yang Jian glanced at it. "He has no brain at all, it's full of corpse fluid. I saw that when I cracked open his head last time."

Ye Jun's expression shifted constantly; he felt a nameless fear.

If the gun had actually been fired, it might not have been just one ghost, but a whole horde of ghosts.

"Yang Jian, that old woman's cough sounds exactly like that Plague Ghost's. Does that confirm their identities? If so, we can make our move now," Zhang Yiming said, staring at the old woman who hadn't gone far.

If they can successfully imprison it, this paranormal incident might be resolved satisfactorily.

"We can give it a try," Yang Jian said, frowning.

He still felt something was wrong.

If this old woman is the Plague Ghost, then who is the person in the coffin? And who was the ghost that tried to attack Zhang Yiming and the others that night?

Are there three ghosts?

Absolutely impossible.

It's highly unlikely that so many Ghost Portrait gather in one place, especially since this village might be within the range of Ghost Domain.

Only one ghost can be born from Ghost Domain.

The previously clear-cut thoughts were completely disrupted by the old woman's cough.

But Yang Jian dared not leave the old woman unattended.

"Take care of her first, then go to the mourning hall. Don't get separated in between, and don't drag things out for too long. I have a feeling something's not right about this. If we finish this as quickly as possible, there shouldn't be any problems." Yang Jian still had a hint of worry.

"Then let's take action."

Zhang Yiming didn't waste any time or effort.

Despite having a heated argument that nearly escalated into a fight, the group tacitly agreed to join forces when facing the vengeful ghost.

Zhang Han and Ye Jun immediately returned to the car to get their things.

Yang Jian also went to the mourning hall to retrieve his luggage and prepared everything that needed to be prepared.

In no time at all.

The group gathered together again and followed behind the old woman.

The old woman moved rather slowly, taking each step leisurely, and occasionally she couldn't help but cough.

The cough was still so weak and feeble, exactly the same as the sound from the darkness last night.

Hearing it again, the group became even more certain that the old woman was the ghost from yesterday.

Imprisoning her will solve everything.

Thinking of this, a surge of excitement welled up in them, and they became less fearful. If this incident were resolved, they could complete the deal and obtain the method to prolong the resurrection of the vengeful spirit. This was truly a ray of hope in their desperate situation. Struggling in hell, they longed for the salvation of this hope.

Compared to their excitement, Yang Jian's face showed more worry.

"Is she going home?" Zhang Yiming, who was following behind, saw the old woman walk into a somewhat old brick house.

The area in front of the house was kept clean and tidy, which showed that the old lady was a clean person.

However, considering that the old woman was a ghost, no one would want to be a guest at her house.

"I'll go to the roof and we'll move from there." Ye Jun suddenly stepped out, no longer arguing with Yang Jian, and immediately began to act.

"Then the three of us will break down the door and use all our ghostly power to give her no chance," Zhang Yiming said decisively.

Zhang Han said, "No rush. Let Ye Jun make a final decision first. I know what he wants to do."

"Okay," Zhang Yiming nodded.

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, "Since you want to take command, I can cooperate with you in this operation. But you need to understand that there is more than one ghost in this village. Like I said, you need to act quickly."

For some reason, his unease grew stronger.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. We can handle it quickly with our combined abilities," Zhang Yiming said.

Inside the house.

The old woman seemed a little tired from walking, so she went back to her room and lay down on the bed to rest.

At that moment, Ye Jun had already arrived on the rooftop.

He was standing on top of the old woman's head.

The old woman acted as if nothing was wrong, like an ordinary lonely old woman with no relatives by her side. She wandered around the village alone, chatting with other elderly people. When she got tired, she would go home to rest. Even when she was sick, no one took care of her.

"Cough, cough cough."

The old woman was a little weak and not in good spirits. Perhaps feeling bored, she got up and turned on the television.

I'm going to watch TV for a while.

These perfectly normal behaviors were observed by several people spying nearby.

Not only Yang Jian, but the others also became somewhat puzzled.

Is this old woman really a ghost?

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock~!"

It was broad daylight, and although it wasn't raining outside, the sound of dripping water could be heard from the roof.

The old woman lay on the edge of the bed watching TV, but strangely, the TV had no channels; only small black and white dots flickered and made a hissing sound.

But the old woman seemed quite engrossed in watching, as if she were completely absorbed.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!"

The sound of dripping water from the roof continued, and then a drop of water, soaking through a tile, suddenly dripped down from the roof.

This drop of water was putrid and filthy; it didn't seem like rainwater, but rather like the bodily fluids produced by a rotting corpse.

However, the liquid dripped onto the old woman's head.

The old woman still didn't react and continued watching TV.

However, on the old woman's head, where the corpse fluid had dripped, a black mark was left. This mark then began to expand rapidly, becoming contagious like some kind of infectious disease.

The black mark rapidly expanded, covering half of the old woman's head in no time.

Then her head began to rot.

"Ye Jun's abilities?" Yang Jian thought to himself as he observed.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!"

The rate at which the bodily fluids dripped increased; some landed on the sheets beside her, some on the old woman's back, and some on her legs.

The room was filled with a strong, foul stench; even a tiny bit of it was enough to make one want to vomit.

Soon.

The old woman, whose body was dripping with bodily fluids, began to decompose rapidly. Her hands, feet, and even half of her head had disappeared, exposing her pale bones, which were starting to turn black.

It's no longer recognizable as human.

The old woman was still lying in bed watching TV, one eye open; it was unclear whether she was dead or not.

"Is there some mistake?" Zhang Han whispered.

But what happened next made everyone's expression change drastically.

Even though it was already rotten to this extent, the old woman slowly stood up as if nothing had happened, then walked to the television and turned it off.

Why is the house leaking?

The old woman looked at the wet corpse water on the ground, curiously raised her remaining half of her head, and muttered something in confusion.

"Damn it, make your move!" Zhang Yiming shouted.

It's so rotten yet it can still move; what is it if not a ghost?

Immediately.

Zhang Han rushed into the house, his body twisting grotesquely. Then, his clothes were instantly torn to shreds, revealing a pair of bloody, skinless hands that gripped his back as if something was trying to crawl out. The outline of a human face could be vaguely seen beneath his skin, like a three-dimensional tattoo.

He was known as "Ghost Man Zhang Han" by the club members.

Because there was a ghost crawling on his back.

At first, his ghost was just a lifelike tattoo, but as he used his abilities, the vengeful spirit revived, and the tattoo-like ghost gradually began to detach itself from his back.

Now that a pair of hands has appeared, when a head appears, it's likely that he won't be controlling the vengeful ghost anymore, but rather the vengeful ghost will be controlling him.

As Zhang Han rushed in, he first let out a painful growl, and then a pair of bloody arms reached out from behind him and grabbed the old woman.

"We caught her."

"Very good."

Yang Jian followed closely behind, and he placed the heavy body bag directly over the head of the motionless old woman.

One fell to the ground.

The body bag was sealed, and the rotting, unrecognizable corpse was placed inside.

"It's done already?" Zhang Yiming was stunned. He hadn't even made a move and it was already done?

This should be easy now.

They don't even deserve to be called ghosts.

No, that's not entirely true. Being easy to detain doesn't mean they aren't capable; it could just be a result of taking things by surprise.

"Great, that's finally resolved." Zhang Han breathed a sigh of relief, and he became somewhat excited.

However, at this moment, it was completely quiet outside.

I don't know when, but the dripping corpse water from the roof stopped.