The Broken Balance
So you've successfully imprisoned a ghost?
It was too easy, so much so that doubts and uncertainties began to creep into their hearts.
But it is precisely because of this that Yang Jian's previous unease is further confirmed.
Looking at the motionless body in the body bag, he became increasingly convinced that his previous guess was correct.
He was simply misled.
A false signal, coupled with prior uncertainty, led to a wrong action.
"Did we succeed?" Zhang Han asked uncertainly.
Zhang Yiming frowned and said, "I don't know. Judging from Ye Jun's previous probing, this old woman is definitely not a normal person. But if she is a vengeful ghost, it's a bit too easy to imprison her. A ghost that can kill two Ghost Tamer shouldn't be so easily captured."
"Yang Jian, what do you think?"
"Ghost Slave, this is Ghost Slave."
Yang Jian said in a deep voice, "The thing controlled by a vengeful ghost after a person dies is neither a person nor a real ghost. We are wasting our time."
"Leave here and go back to the old mourning hall; that's the key to resolving this."
"No way, after all that work, we just found a stand-in?" Zhang Han said, somewhat annoyed.
Yang Jian didn't say anything. He simply picked up the body bag, quickly left the room, and left a comment behind.
"If you don't want to die, come with me. If everything goes smoothly, we can continue with the previous plan."
He went out the door, but his steps didn't falter; he quickly made his way to the mourning hall.
"Let's act together."
Zhang Yiming said, and he and Zhang Han hurriedly followed.
But after they went outside, they couldn't find any trace of Ye Jun.
"Ye Jun, where are you?" Zhang Han called out.
"No need to shout anymore, he must have been murdered. There's been no sound from outside since we started taking action after he came in."
Yang Jian replied without turning his head, "If he weren't dead, he would have come to join us long ago."
Both of them trembled upon hearing this.
They weren't even that far apart, only a few meters. How could they have been killed so quickly?
And this doesn't really count as being alone, does it?
Just as Yang Jian was rushing to the mourning hall, he suddenly noticed that the sunlight overhead was rapidly dimming, the light was disappearing, and the village was gradually being shrouded in darkness.
In what seemed like an instant, this place went from daytime to night.
Yang Jian felt a chill run down his spine; his worst fears had come true.
The two ghosts in the village were probably in a state of mutual restraint before. Although we don't know what the outcome of this restraint will be, it should be a good thing.
However, this operation seems to have disrupted that balance.
No, the balance should have been broken from the very first time they entered the village; it was just that this misguided action was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the demon codenamed "Plague Ghost" was utterly defeated.
An even more ferocious, unknown demon began to take over the entire Huanggang Village.
"We must return to the mourning hall."
Yang Jian didn't hesitate any longer. He gritted his teeth, and his body emitted a red light that spread outward, covering a radius of ten meters around him.
His Ghost Domain has expanded, indicating that he is one step closer to the resurgence of a vengeful spirit.
But Yang Jian suddenly realized...
Even the use of the Ghost Domain couldn't neutralize the Ghost Domain of this village; the ground remained unchanged.
This is completely different from the previous case of the Door-Knocking Ghost.
This village might not be Ghost Domain at all, but rather a special kind of existence.
Yang Jian recalled the previous archival records showing that Huanggang Village had mysteriously disappeared for three days and then reappeared.
"Even using the Ghost Domain might not be enough to get out of this place."
He now has two options: try to escape using the Ghost Domain, although he may not be able to escape, but he still has a chance.
The second is survival in dire straits; he has an emergency method, but its effectiveness is uncertain.
Two choices are before you!
A mistake means certain death.
In an instant, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he became somewhat agitated. This situation was far more serious than the incident at the shopping mall; they were on completely different levels.
"Escape will only lead to death from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost, and not escaping will also result in death. Escaping may seem like a way to survive, but it's actually a dead end. Damn it, I'll risk it all."
With a gritted teeth.
Carrying the corpse, Yang Jian, who had entered the Ghost Domain, immediately vanished from his spot.
"Where is Yang Jian? Did he just vanish into thin air?" Zhang Han, who was running behind him, was stunned.
Zhang Yiming said urgently, "This should be Yang Jian's ability. Don't be surprised. Quick, let's go to the mourning hall too. Something has changed in this village. I also feel something is very wrong. It's as if something incredibly terrifying is about to happen. Yang Jian noticed it before we did, which is why he was in such a hurry to leave, even resorting to the power of a vengeful ghost."
He was extremely anxious, not only because of Yang Jian's behavior, but because the entire village had suddenly turned from daytime into night.
This sudden change gives one a sense of impending death.
"All the villagers have disappeared?"
Taking advantage of his Ghost Domain, Yang Jian arrived at the village entrance again in almost two seconds.
Previously, there were more than a dozen elderly people from the village sitting at the village entrance, drinking tea and chatting. There were also four or five middle-aged women and men burning paper money and keeping vigil in the mourning hall. Everything seemed perfectly normal.
But it was just one round trip.
The sky darkened, and the village was quickly enveloped in darkness.
The villagers who used to live there have also disappeared.
The house where the mourning hall was set up also disappeared at the same time.
Yes.
Not only did the coffin and the mourning hall disappear, but the entire house vanished, replaced by a desolate wasteland overgrown with weeds, as if the house had never existed in the village.
Yang Jian, who appeared carrying the corpse, was stunned.
Zhang Han and Zhang Yiming, who arrived later, also showed expressions of disbelief and astonishment.
"What's going on? The villagers are gone, the houses are gone, and where's the mourning hall? The mourning hall that was here before? Have we come to the wrong place?" Zhang Han said, looking around.
The other houses are still there, but this one is gone.
"You haven't gone to the wrong place, this is the right place."
Yang Jian found a few drops of foul-smelling bodily fluid on the ground, which appeared to have just fallen recently.
This is Ye Jun's ability.
Ye Jun had been here before.
But they might have already died before they even got here.
"Yang Jian, what exactly have you found out? Tell us, and we'll all try to figure it out," Zhang Yiming urged.
"It's too late now. The whole house is gone, and we can't go back to the funeral hall. I was misled by that wrong information before, thinking that the old woman was a ghost. Even if she wasn't, as long as we acted quickly enough, nothing would go wrong. But I was too naive. We've broken a certain balance in this village. The real vengeful ghost is about to appear. You should prepare yourselves."
As Yang Jian spoke, he took out a golden box and placed it on the ground.
Then he drew his pistol, aimed it at the golden box, and prepared to fire.
"What are you doing? What is that box?"
Zhang Yiming's eyelids twitched when he saw the somewhat deformed but welded-closed gold box.
"There's a vengeful ghost trapped inside the box. I'm going to release it now; this is my emergency measure," Yang Jian.
"Are you crazy? You're going to release a ghost?"
Even the usually composed Zhang Yiming couldn't help but roar, "People will die!"
"There was no choice. The Plague Ghost's initial goal was to open this box and release the ghost inside. This ghost might be the key to balance." Before Yang Jian could finish speaking, he fired a shot with a bang.
The shot hit the box.
But it didn't penetrate.
The gold is very thick.
"The ghost's behavior patterns in the village are no longer important. When it maintains balance in the village, it can kill a Ghost Tamer single-handedly and with ease. Once the balance is lost, judging from the information I have, it will be a dead end, unsolvable. It will be a terrifying crushing defeat, with no way out."
"If you don't want to be wiped out, don't stop me, because that way there's still a chance of survival."
"Bang!"
Yang Jian fired another shot.
Sparks flew from the gold box, which had already been torn open with a small tear.
Blood kept seeping out through the wound.
The blood was Yan Li's demon blood.
Once the ghost blood has drained, he will release the headless ghostly figure inside.
This is a ghost that isn't particularly scary, but its growth rate is terrifying.
"After this ghost comes out, you're on your own. Try to protect yourselves. As long as you don't die for now, things should turn around." Yang Jian fired another shot at close range into the opening.
The gold box was completely opened.
Fresh blood was forcibly squeezed out of it by something, flowing all over the ground.
Then, after the blood had drained, a black shadow seemed to emerge from the wound.
"Damn, you really released them? I regret coming here with you now," Zhang Han exclaimed in shock.
Although I knew Yang Jian had captured a ghost, I figured he must have risked his life to do so. And now he's just releasing him like that?
That's something only a madman would do.
"Right now, I have no choice," Yang Jian said, looking at him.
But the Ghost Eye on his body remained fixed on the emerging black shadow.
I know many people have a lot of questions about this book.
But I hope to read on slowly, as some things will be explained later; if they were explained at the beginning, the novel wouldn't be able to continue.
After all, it's different from the leveling-up and monster-slaying style of fantasy and martial arts novels.
This is the agreed-upon time of the third watch.