Chapter 89

The night in the countryside was particularly quiet.

This village was sparsely populated to begin with, and it being late at night, the elderly in the village must have gone to bed early. Thus, the entire village seemed to enter another world at night.

It was so quiet that it felt oppressive, even frightening.

But at the village entrance.

One house was somewhat out of the ordinary.

The front door of this house was open, and there was a light inside.

In the middle of the hall, a red-lacquered coffin was neatly placed. In front of the coffin, two almost burnt-out white candles flickered, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding walls, giving a sense of inexplicable gloom.

On the table in front of the coffin, a portrait of a young man was placed. The portrait seemed to be shrouded in a thick mist at night, making it hard to see clearly, only the outline could be discerned.

It exuded a sense of eeriness.

"Where are the people from the village? Normally, there would be someone keeping vigil during a funeral at night."

A group of people came from not far away, standing in front of the house.

Through the open door, they could clearly see everything inside.

"This village is indeed strange. A ghost roams around the village at night, yet these villagers can still live here as if nothing is wrong." Zhang Yiming said with a serious expression, "I felt that everything was too normal during the day."

"Indeed, this village is normal in a strange way," Zhang Han nodded.

It was this normalcy that created a deceptive impression, making them even doubt if there was really a ghost.

However, tonight's events have proven that there is indeed a ghost in this village.

A village with a ghost is not normal.

Normal people would have moved away long ago if they knew there was a real ghost in the village, and even the elderly who are attached to their homeland would not continue to live there.

"Let's not worry about the village for now, let's deal with the immediate problem. If the ghost is really in this house, it will be easier to deal with. Solve it, and all problems will be solved," Ye Jun said.

"Don't be too optimistic. Someone has already died, and it was a ghost tamer. The next person to die could be you or me."

Ouyang Tian said with a grim face.

Zhang Yiming said, "Indeed, we can't be too optimistic, but we can't do nothing... Since we've made up our minds, let's go in and take a look."

Everyone felt a chill, their eyes involuntarily fixed on the coffin in the hall.

Yang Jian followed silently at the back.

It was better to be low-key at this moment.

Soon.

The group cautiously entered the house.

It might have been an illusion, but as soon as they entered, they felt the temperature drop, a cold and eerie atmosphere enveloping them, making them feel uncomfortable.

"This coffin might be a bit sinister. Let's not touch it for now to avoid any unforeseen accidents. Let's check the other rooms first. If we find nothing, we'll come back here... In such a small place, even if we encounter the ghost, we won't be killed without any reaction. If something happens, shout immediately, and everyone will come to support," Zhang Yiming said in a low voice.

It was not yet certain if the ghost was in this house.

If it was, they had to find a way to locate it.

"Agreed, but we can't spread out too much. We must maintain a certain distance," Ye Jun nodded.

Yang Jian stared at the coffin for a while before gradually retracting his gaze.

"Zhang Yiming's approach is correct. This coffin being here is indeed suspicious. Any sensible person would know that, so not touching it is the safest option. At least everyone is safe for now. We can move it after confirming the surroundings are safe."

With this thought, he began to search the house after the others dispersed.

This was a time to be low-key, but he couldn't just stand by.

They had to work together.

The house had three floors, with three or four rooms on each floor, and the structure was not complex. It would take no more than two minutes for a few people to check everything.

But just as they turned to leave the hall temporarily.

The portrait in front of the coffin, under the flickering candlelight, showed a subtle change.

Half of the man's face in the portrait was covered in darkness, as if it had rotted away, and a cold, eerie smile appeared at the corner of his mouth... At the same time, the candlelight dimmed rapidly, the flame on the candle seemed to be suppressed, losing its burning power, and gradually showed signs of going out.

The light in the hall began to fade, and the darkness outside gradually encroached.

However, none of the ghost tamers noticed this change.

"Did you find anything?"

Zhang Han came out of a room and asked Yang Jian in a low voice in the corridor.

Yang Jian had grown a ghost eye on the back of his head and forehead to ensure there were no blind spots in his field of vision.

"Nothing. Not only did I not find the ghost, but I also didn't find anyone keeping vigil. If I'm not mistaken, this entire house should be empty... Where did the people from earlier go? Zhang Yiming is right, this whole village is a bit strange. He didn't dare to continue gambling, so he suggested retreating earlier."

He also came out of a room, having confirmed that there was nothing unusual.

Excessive caution seemed to be scaring himself.

"Let's gather downstairs and prepare to move the coffin. If there's no one in the house, the coffin is likely not holding a corpse, but... a ghost."

But just as Yang Jian turned to go downstairs.

Suddenly.

"Cough, cough."

A weak, feeble cough, like that of a terminally ill person, suddenly came from the room behind him.

Instantly, Yang Jian felt a chill down his back, breaking out in a cold sweat.

It was impossible.

He had just searched that room and found no ghost. How did the coughing sound appear?

"Yang Jian!"

Zhang Han turned sharply, his face turning fierce, his body showing signs of abnormality, as if his joints were twisting and breaking.

He was on the verge of using the power of a fierce ghost.

"I'll go."

Without a word, Yang Jian instantly turned and rushed over, kicking open the half-closed door.

The dimly lit room did not affect his vision.

The ghost eye on his forehead clearly saw everything in the room, as if it was bathed in a red glow.

However...

The room was empty, no ghost.

No coughing sound.

"It's gone." Yang Jian felt a chill.

"Damn it, were we tricked?" Zhang Han was both shocked and angry.

Just now, the ghost was right beside him.

Within arm's reach.

"If it's really a ghost, it can't just disappear into thin air, unless..." Yang Jian felt his entire body tense.

Unless this ghost has a ghost domain.

Only then could this ghost, known as the Sick Ghost, appear anywhere in the village.

"Step, step, step!"

Suddenly.

In the dark corridor, the sound of someone descending the stairs suddenly rang out.

"It's in the corridor." Zhang Han, with a fierce expression, rushed over.

At this moment, they couldn't hesitate. They had to charge forward, or they would die faster from fear.

Zhang Han was a step ahead of Yang Jian, rushing into the corridor.

The house had only three floors, and the stairs were not long.

In just a few seconds, Zhang Han caught up with the sound of the descending footsteps.

"It's impossible."

A voice echoed in the stairwell, filled with shock.

What he encountered was not a ghost, but Zhang Yiming and the others.

They had heard a strange sound of footsteps suddenly going upstairs while investigating downstairs and were rushing to check the situation, only to see Zhang Han.

The scene from earlier in the village was replaying.

"Don't be impulsive, it's us." Zhang Yiming reacted first and shouted in a low voice.

"This situation has happened again. We were all lured by the sound of footsteps." Yang Jian also rushed over, his face changing as he noticed something: "Wait, where did Ouyang Tian go?"

Ouyang Tian?

Everyone looked around and shuddered.

He was gone.

Ouyang Tian was missing.

"Back." Zhang Yiming roared and immediately turned to rush downstairs.

Everyone realized the severity of the situation.

After all, He Sheng had died under mysterious circumstances earlier.

But at this moment.

The candles in the hall had already gone out, and the surroundings were shrouded in a oppressive darkness.

The portrait on the altar was completely enveloped in darkness, showing a strange change... It bore a striking resemblance to Ouyang Tian.

Today, I will update at least four times. I was delayed by some family matters earlier, and I don't have much saved up, so I'm working hard to catch up.