Ghosts Weep at Night

A toad the size of a basketball, a black ape, a rooster with a snake's tail...

As the grasslands expanded, monsters began to emerge.

Many monsters were even attacking each other.

The black ape leaped into the river and fought with the crocodile.

Shaped like a peacock, but with legs like an ostrich, the strange bird, running wildly with its legs spread apart, is chasing a toad and pecking at it relentlessly.

A bat-winged fox soaring through the sky was suddenly trampled by a speeding antelope.

The red elephant, its wings shaking the ground, roared and raised its forelegs, slamming them down to force out a manta ray hiding in the grass...

Besides grass, a large number of flamboyant flowers began to spread along the riverbank, along with towering tea trees. Many tiny monsters lurked among these plants, peeking out and looking around.

Chu Tianshu calmly observed everything before him, assessing the quality of these monsters.

If the entities represented by these external evil influences are far enough away, then the fluctuations invading his dream will be very weak.

The monster's size will also appear smaller.

After all, even the source of these auras wouldn't know, and their own fluctuations could still be detected even after they were so far away.

However, no matter how thin a piece of gold is pressed or how fine and long it is drawn into, it will never be the same.

Its essence is also gold, but it is still completely different from things like spider silk.

At Chu Tianshu's current level, he can judge the approximate level of the aura by actively sensing the quality of these external evil auras.

"How come there isn't even a single person who has truly stepped into the Taboo?"

After carefully sensing it, Chu Tianshu sounded somewhat puzzled.

It can resonate with Ghost God in the Spirit Realm, thus influencing the ruins of the Grotto-Heaven.

There must be some powerful forces in the Golden Triangle region.

The local humans may not have such powerful individuals, but they may possess altars that draw power from the Spirit Realm, or they may simply be powerful creatures or magical artifacts smuggled from the Spirit Realm...

The scent of such things should be very distinct.

However, in the dream, not a single corresponding image appeared.

"Could it be that they've been maintaining extremely sophisticated methods of concealment all along? Even the direct subordinates of the Ghost God are acting with such caution?"

The number of monstrous forms emerging from the darkness onto the grassland is still increasing.

Chu Tianshu patiently continued to observe.

Inside the large house.

Yungu and Chen Taozhi poured out the rest of the wine from the bottle, savoring it drop by drop with side dishes, silently awaiting the outcome of Chu Tianshu's sleep.

Sun Buyuan closed his eyes and meditated beside him.

In the other large rooms, members of the observation team were chatting and eating at several tables that hadn't finished their meals.

They are all seasoned veterans who are used to missions, and they can usually finish a meal in the canteen in three minutes.

If they are assigned a suitable role while on field duty and have the opportunity to relax, they can chat idly and spend three or four hours eating a meal.

Outside these brightly lit buildings are quiet halls, and further away is the main gate of the temple.

Two Siam on guard duty saw the figures of people drinking and chatting inside the large house from afar, and they felt both envy and a little disdain.

What can such an observation group possibly observe? They're just using their status to go sightseeing!

"Huh?"

One of the soldiers touched the back of his neck and looked outside with some confusion. "That wind was so cold."

It's humid and hot here in Siam.

Unless you're on a high mountaintop, there are certain times of the year when you need to huddle around a fire for warmth.

Elsewhere, it's hard to describe it as cold, whether it's day or night.

A strange, cool breeze swept past the soldier and went quickly, only causing him a brief moment of confusion.

But as the cool breeze approached the large houses, it slowed down and lingered on the grass.

If someone observes closely, they will see a small area of grass blades and debris swaying gently, as if carried by a whirlwind.

The wind longed to get closer to the main house, closer to that incredibly powerful yet peaceful and inclusive presence.

However, inside those large houses, the people chatting and eating and drinking seemed to be like blazing furnaces to the senses of the "cool breeze".

They may seem relaxed, but if a cool breeze gets any closer, those stoves will probably become alert and burst out with terrifying heat.

"How strange, there really are tiny ghosts daring to come this way?"

Inside the house, Yungu looked out and pondered, "It doesn't seem to be Evil Spirit?"

Sun Buyuan opened his eyes and said, "Perhaps Mr. Chu led us here. Let's bring him in and take a look."

As he spoke, he pulled a yellow paper talisman folded into a triangle from his sleeve and waved it in the air.

The paper talisman spontaneously combusted, but he caught it with both hands and crushed it into ashes.

Call!!!

With Sun Buyuan blew it out.

A small handful of paper ash actually paved a path on the floor in front of him, and even spread outwards through the crack in the door.

The cool breeze on the grass, as if drawn by a spell, moved toward the main house.

On the path paved with ashes, footprints were imprinted out of thin air.

As the "cool breeze" blew in through the door, the light bulb on the ceiling of the large room, which was pretending to be a bright pearl, suddenly crackled.

The lights flickered, their brightness fluctuating.

Chen Taozhi squinted as she looked.

In the flickering light, he seemed to see a pale-faced young man standing on the ashes of the talisman.

Short hair, clear black and white eyes, dark skin, a dirty shirt, long pants, and hiking boots.

The man had a camera hanging from his chest, his hands gripping the sides of the camera tightly.

"Ah... ah..."

As soon as the man opened his mouth, two streams of blood rolled down his cheeks, staining his pale skin and making him look even more horrifying.

Yungu, holding his wine glass, asked in confusion, "I don't understand this nonsense. Do you understand it?"

"It's Siam."

Sun Buyuan turned on his watch and pressed the button on his headset. "The ghost's yin energy is still within acceptable limits; the translator is still working."

He said, "Help... help..."

Chen Taozhi, who understood Siam, replied, "He meant, save the evidence."

Chen Taozhi asked the question in Siam.

"Are you conscious? Who are you? What evidence are you trying to save? And where did you die?"

Upon hearing its mother tongue, the ghost immediately knelt down, blood flowing Zhongdu its seven orifices.

"Help... help..."

Sun Buyuan frowned and said, "No, this spirit is too weak. Even with my talisman's blessing, it can't communicate with us much."

Buzz!!

Chu Tianshu, who was lying on his side, twitched his eyebrows, as if he had heard the movement beside him. Suddenly, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed at the air.

He didn't open his eyes, as if he were still asleep, but with this grab, the ghost was directly taken into his palm and disappeared.

In a dream.

The ghost appeared before Chu Tianshu, as if waking from a dream, its eyes instantly becoming more lively.

If Chu Tianshu's physique were not restrained, he would be feared by all ghosts.

However, by actively restraining his vital energy and blood, and by taking the vengeful spirit into his own dream, he actually had a nourishing effect.

The ghost's blood and tears streamed down its face as it knelt on the ground, pouring out its grievances to Chu Tianshu.

Although Chu Tianshu couldn't understand Siam in reality, in this dream, the other party was just a ghost, and the emotions emanating from him were much purer than those of a living person.

He naturally captured many scenes and understood what the other person wanted to express.

After a long while, Chu Tianshu sighed softly, cast his gaze toward the edge of the dream, and finding that there was nothing more to gain, blinked and woke up from the dream.

In reality.

He changed from lying on his side to sitting up, raised his left hand, and faintly felt the flow of yin energy in his palm before slapping it into the scabbard.

"Sanqi, don't bully him, keep an eye on him, he's a good ghost."

Chu Tianshu silently instructed himself, then turned to Sun Buyuan and said, "Find a magical artifact for nurturing a soul when you have time, and raise this ghost."

Sun Buyuan nodded and asked, "What is the origin of this ghost?"

"He is a journalist from Bangkok."

Chu Tianshu rubbed his temples and said, "Because of the propaganda offensive launched by Sahong and others."

"This led to a situation where, even within Kingdom of Siam, as long as people weren't near the Golden Triangle, many felt sympathy for the plight of the Golden Triangle."

"Internationally, it seems that Sahong can truly establish a foothold, and wave after wave of people are stirring up trouble, calling on the three neighboring countries to withdraw their troops and not to start another war."

"This reporter has previously reported on Sahong and others, and has access to a lot of information. He firmly believes that these evil criminals still harbor malicious intentions, so he wants to go to the Golden Triangle to conduct on-site interviews, film, and collect evidence."

Yungu's expression turned serious. "A true hero."

Chen Taozhi also said, "There aren't many reporters like this anymore."

"He captured considerable evidence that after defeating the garrison, the armed forces proactively advanced into surrounding cities, attempting to allow the Golden Triangle's influence to continue expanding."

Chu Tianshu frowned slightly. "We've also encountered armed groups kidnapping civilians' families, threatening civilians to strap bombs to their bodies, approaching garrisons, breaking into schools, and using students to fight back against the garrison, among other things."

"To evade the militants, he encountered many dangers, but he always managed to escape with his life. However, just as he was about to leave the battlefield with the evidence, he was captured by a passing wizard."

The wizard saw that the reporter was brave and resolute, that his spirit had been tempered, that he had unintentionally become Aperture Opening, and that his birth date was also suitable, making him good material for refining magic.

But it wasn't for the wizard to use himself; he was to take it to a trade fair with sorcerers from other places.

As a result, during the gathering, they were attacked by another group of sorcerers. The reporter took the opportunity to try to escape, but died in a daze along the way.

Only his spirit remained undimmed, and he wandered away. Fortunately, he did not encounter any more evil sorcerers who liked to lock souls. He stayed at night and hid during the day, and many days passed.

Tonight, he sensed Chu Tianshu's presence and, somewhat dazed, approached her.

"What a pity."

Sun Buyuan sighed and shook his head, saying, "The current public opinion surrounding this so-called North Sai Democratic State cannot be reversed by the evidence of a mere reporter."

"For such a small thing, they needlessly lost their lives, and even as ghosts, they still remember it."

Those who persevere will be rewarded by Heaven, but some who persevere will die, still betrayed by Heaven.

Yungu laughed and said, "Brother Chu, are you going to get involved in this matter?"

Chu Tianshu said, "Since you've run into me, what harm is there in me getting involved?"

Sun Buyuan hesitated. "But our main task is to resolve the troubles encountered in the Grotto-Heaven. Besides, this person died while fleeing, and his soul has been separated from his body for a long time. Finding the evil sorcerer who harmed him will not be easy..."

"I know."

Chu Tianshu stood up and patted Sun Buyuan on the shoulder, "Currently, we have absolutely no clues about the Suppression Grotto-Heaven."

"Then why not make some effort to deal with these sorcerers who like to hang out in the Golden Triangle?"

"And..."

Chu Tianshu walked towards the door.

"Those photos and interview materials are all factual records, intended to tell the world that black is black, and white is white."

Even if the evidence representing the truth cannot change the situation, it is by no means meaningless.

"That's the evidence I'm here for."

(End of this chapter)