Chapter 88

The lack of transparency of the information, coupled with the death of a ghost controller on the first day of entering Huanggang Village, cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.

The death of a ghost controller due to a vengeful ghost is a common occurrence, but to die silently at the hands of an unknown ghost is highly unusual.

Without going into other details, let's look at the simplest outcome.

The ghosts here are clearly more terrifying than any of the ghost controllers present; otherwise, He Sheng wouldn't have died so easily.

Zhang Yiming's words made everyone fall silent.

"The analysis you've come up with aligns with what Yang Jian said earlier. He also mentioned that the vengeful ghosts in Huanggang Village are not targeting people but the ghosts within us," Zhang Han said, taking a deep breath.

Zhang Yiming is a steady and intelligent person.

When Yang Jian said it, it lacked credibility, but when Zhang Yiming said it, it was different.

Moreover, the facts were clear: He Sheng died, but the woman in his house did not.

The result was obvious: the ghost spared the ordinary person and chose the ghost controller He Sheng, which is why the woman survived.

"Oh, really? Yang Jian said that too?"

Zhang Yiming raised his head slightly: "I heard you all say that Yang Jian is a crazy, brain-damaged kid. Now, I have to retract my previous impression of him."

He deduced this key information from He Sheng's death.

If Yang Jian could know this before him, doesn't it indicate that Yang Jian's abilities surpass his?

If he were truly a crazy, brain-damaged kid, how could he have known this?

"He did say that, but we didn't believe him. Now that you're saying the same thing, we have no choice but to believe it," Zhang Han said.

Yang Jian, who had come to investigate, shrugged: "You adults talk, I'll stay out of it. Just now, someone wanted to play a shooting game with me, and I was so scared I almost wet my pants."

"Yang Jian, don't talk nonsense," Ouyang Tian said, still angry.

Zhang Yiming, smoking, said: "I suggest we leave. A ghost that targets other ghosts is beyond our capabilities. This mission is not as simple as we thought. The company chose to give this task to us for a very specific reason; otherwise, they wouldn't have offered the method to control a second vengeful ghost as a reward."

"Great benefits always come with great risks, and it seems that's the case here."

Yang Jian smiled: "Do you have a way out? Without controlling the second ghost to delay the vengeful ghost's revival, how long do you think you can live?"

These words hit their Achilles' heel.

They came here knowing the dangers, so they were prepared to take a desperate gamble.

While it might be wise to retreat now, it also means losing the hope of survival.

"Better to die from the vengeful ghost's revival than at the hands of this ghost. Yang Jian, just because you're not afraid of death doesn't mean others aren't. We don't want to die meaninglessly here," Ye Jun countered.

Yang Jian said: "Whatever. If you want to leave, go ahead. Go back to the club, drink, chat, bully newbies... and wait to die. Remember to prepare a good urn and choose a good grave. I wonder if anyone will dare to visit our graves after we die."

"You..." Ye Jun was furious but couldn't find a way to counter.

Crude words, but the truth. Yang Jian was right; going back means waiting to die.

"Great wealth comes with great risk. Staying here to resolve this supernatural event and complete the deal does offer a chance of survival. Moreover, with more people, the chances of success are higher. However, the ghost has already made its move, so we need to make a decision quickly."

Zhang Yiming flicked his cigarette butt: "Should we leave or stay? I suggest we leave."

"I also suggest leaving," Ye Jun said.

Zhang Han hesitated: "I think if we all work together, we still have a chance. Initial injuries are inevitable, but I suggest we stay."

"I also suggest staying," Yang Jian said with a smile. "I wonder if my opinion as an outsider matters."

"Ouyang Tian, what about you?"

Zhang Yiming looked at him: "Hey, you're injured, blood is dripping from your pants?"

Ouyang Tian's face turned pale: "No, it's nothing, just a minor injury."

Minor injury?

Brother, you lost your manhood, and you call that a minor injury?

Yang Jian admired Ouyang Tian's ability to bend and stretch, a true man.

"I think we should stay and fight. The time for the vengeful ghost's revival is running out. How long can we live if we leave here? Resolving this supernatural event and obtaining the method to delay the vengeful ghost's revival is our only option now." Ouyang Tian, despite his feud with Yang Jian, had no grudge against his own life.

"As long as it's not an unsolvable dead end, even a sliver of hope is worth trying."

"Gambling mentality?"

Zhang Yiming lit another cigarette.

He calculated that the chances of surviving this event were indeed low.

But even if it's a deep abyss ahead, we must cross it because there's no way back.

"Since three of us agree to stay, let's... give it a try."

"From the previous situation, we can deduce that this ghost is targeting us, the ghost controllers. Splitting up would be foolish. From now on, we must stay together, eat, drink, sleep, and even go to the bathroom together. Any grudges or conflicts must be set aside temporarily."

"A group of men staying together like this can easily lead to accidents," Yang Jian said, somewhat worried.

Zhang Yiming exhaled smoke: "This is a critical moment. You must understand that this ghost can silently kill a ghost controller."

"Alright, but you missed one point. There might not be just one ghost here now."

Yang Jian pointed to He Sheng's body on the ground.

"You're right. He Sheng's ghost probably escaped, so there might be two ghosts in the village," Zhang Yiming said.

"How much do you know about He Sheng's ghost's abilities?" Yang Jian asked.

"Not much. He rarely came to the club and was always a bodyguard for a boss. He rarely used his vengeful ghost's power in front of us, so we can't judge," Zhang Han shook his head.

Yang Jian smiled: "This makes it more interesting. Another unknown ghost."

"But never mind. As long as he didn't die from the vengeful ghost's revival, the ghost's power isn't too high. The priority now is to find the ghost in Huanggang Village. I gave it a nickname: 'Sick Ghost.' You must have heard that weak, coughing sound."

No one contradicted him.

"This is a map of Huanggang Village. It's hand-drawn, but it should be understandable."

Yang Jian took out a piece of paper and unfolded it, revealing a simple hand-drawn map with lines and squares.

"When did you draw this?" Zhang Han was surprised.

Yang Jian was taken aback: "Didn't you draw one? Otherwise, how would you catch ghosts if you don't even know the way?"

"No, no," he became embarrassed.

The others couldn't help but twitch their mouths.

They hadn't thought that far.

"The lines are roads, the squares are houses. Here, here, and here are the places we followed the footsteps to."

Yang Jian pointed to the map: "In the middle of these three points is this house, where the footsteps disappeared."

"You should be familiar with this house."

Zhang Yiming's hand trembled, and ash fell: "Is it the house at the village entrance where a funeral is being held? There's a coffin in the main hall."

"Exactly, the house where the funeral is being held. We appeared behind it, but if we go to the front, we can see the coffin," Yang Jian nodded.

"Damn, I knew something was off. On the first day in the village, we encounter a funeral with a coffin in the main hall. It's clearly not normal," Zhang Han couldn't help but curse.

"Should we confront it?"

"Of course," Ye Jun said. "With so many of us, even Jesus would kneel if we get serious."