Chapter 91

Three sports cars set off one after another, heading down the country road toward Dachang City.

There were five of them when they arrived.

But now, only three were left.

And it hadn't even been a full day.

No, if you really counted, from the moment they encountered the ghost to the moment they left, it was less than an hour.

This must be one of the fastest retreats by ghost hunters.

"Zhang Yiming, don't you think it's a bit irresponsible to just leave like this?" In the car, Zhang Han, a bit hesitant, said over the communication link.

Ye Jun, driving in the lead car, sneered, "Then go back and save him. I've had it with this Yang Jian for a long time. I've been holding back because of the special circumstances, not wanting to stoop to his level. You saw how terrifying that ghost was. Two people died before we even saw it, and the ghosts inside He Sheng and Ouyang Tian disappeared."

"How many ghosts are there in Huanggang Village? Can you tell me?"

Zhang Han replied, "That's not what I mean. My point is, he seems to have discovered something. Yang Jian may be a bit arrogant, but he's not stupid. He dared to shoot in the club and was the first to rush forward when the ghost appeared. Clearly, he's a brave man. And after entering the village, he even drew a map, showing that he's quite intelligent."

"A man like this, willing to risk staying in this haunted village, what for?"

"What are you trying to say?" Zhang Yiming asked, driving and smoking at the same time.

"Maybe he has a plan. If he successfully resolves the supernatural event in Huanggang Village, I think we'll regret leaving today," Zhang Han said.

Zhang Yiming fell silent for a moment before speaking, "Since we've chosen to leave, don't think too much about it. Go back, take a shower, and get some sleep. Don't come back to Huanggang Village again."

"Right, we've already left. Why turn back now?"

Ye Jun snorted, but as soon as he finished speaking, his face changed.

"Something's wrong, stop the car quickly."

A screeching sound followed, and the tires smoked as they skidded on the ground.

Ye Jun, driving the lead car, braked urgently.

"Damn!"

Zhang Han cursed, braking hastily to avoid a collision.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yiming asked.

"Get out and take a look," Ye Jun said, his face grim.

The three of them got out of the car.

Under the headlights, the road ahead was clear.

Following the road straight ahead... a village appeared, with a sign at the entrance that read: Huanggang Village.

"Huanggang Village? Are you kidding me? We just left the village, and now we've come back after driving straight?"

Zhang Han's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but curse, "A ghost must be following us. It doesn't want us to leave. I knew it wasn't that simple. I was worried we wouldn't leave easily."

"Indeed, it's easy to enter this village but hard to leave."

"Should we turn around and try again?"

Ye Jun, looking at the sign, said solemnly.

Zhang Yiming shook his head, "It won't work. Leaving the village by car is impossible. We've seen ghost barriers before. Usually, there are only two ways to leave."

"One is to wait for the ghost to leave and give up on killing us."

"The second is to capture the ghost and resolve the supernatural event."

Ye Jun asked, "You mean we have to go back to the village?"

Zhang Yiming took a deep drag on his cigarette, "The ghost is in the village. In our current situation, going to its territory gives us a chance. Out here... to put it bluntly, dying would be in vain."

"Who?"

Suddenly, the light behind them flickered, as if something had passed by the headlights, blocking the light and casting a tall shadow in the field.

Ye Jun was startled and immediately turned around. He was already drenched in sweat.

Drops of foul-smelling corpse water dripped from his body, quickly forming a small puddle on the ground.

He instinctively used the power of a fierce ghost.

"Did you see it?"

When Zhang Yiming and Zhang Han turned around, there was no one.

Ye Jun cautiously looked around. The field was dark, and there was no one.

"I didn't see anyone. I only saw a shadow flash by, as if someone passed by the headlights... Do you still think it was a living person?"

Zhang Yiming walked over and examined the area around the headlights.

"You didn't see wrong. Someone did pass by here. Look at these footprints."

Ye Jun and Zhang Han looked over.

Clear footprints appeared in front of the car, but they disappeared in the field, and no more footprints were visible. The footprints were covered in yellow mud, and there were clear shoe prints, but the middle of the mud was mixed with some black powder, which seemed familiar.

"Paper ash. The black powder is paper ash," Zhang Yiming touched it and sniffed.

Paper ash?

Zhang Han, startled, said, "Wasn't there an iron basin in front of the memorial hall? The villagers were burning paper money during the day. When we went there, the basin was full of paper ash, right?"

"So, the ghost really came from that house?" Ye Jun felt a chill down his back.

Zhang Yiming flicked his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, "That's right. From the current situation, the ghost is indeed in the memorial hall. Now... it's gone, because it's following us, right here, and very close."

"If the ghost followed us, then is Yang Jian, who stayed in the memorial hall, already dead?" Zhang Han asked in shock.

"Unclear. He might be dead, or he might still be alive, but the chances of survival are slim, considering He Sheng and Ouyang Tian are already dead," Zhang Yiming said.

He kept a close eye on any movement around him, not daring to be careless for a moment.

The ghost definitely followed them, which was certain.

So now, the issue wasn't whether Yang Jian was dead or not, but whether the three of them could survive.

At that moment, in Huanggang Village.

Yang Jian was not dead.

He found a crowbar and was trying to pry open the coffin lid.

"Too heavy... it's like it's nailed shut, and I can't see any coffin nails around the coffin."

After prying for a while, he still couldn't open it, so he hung on the crowbar, using his full weight to barely open a crack.

Yes, just a crack.

His ghost eye, unaffected by the darkness, barely made out the inside of the coffin through the crack.

A pair of slightly blackened dead hands, with ten fingers like steel nails, tightly gripping the coffin lid, keeping it shut.

So, this was why it couldn't be opened?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

Just as he was trying to see more, the coffin trembled, the crowbar slipped, and it flew out, landing on the ground.

"Bang!"

The coffin lid slammed shut with a loud noise, fitting perfectly with no gaps.

"This coffin... definitely has a ghost inside."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, looking at the crowbar on the ground. He didn't try to open it again.

Knowing the result was enough.

Whether to fully open the coffin or not wasn't important.

"If the ghost is in the coffin, does that mean we can avoid being killed by just guarding the coffin and preventing the ghost from coming out?" Yang Jian didn't leave out of fear. He stared at the coffin, deep in thought.

It was a bold hypothesis.

If he was wrong, he would be a sitting duck, inviting death.

But if he was right, Yang Jian could ensure his safety as long as the coffin remained closed.

And if his judgment was correct,

It would only be one step away from capturing the ghost.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and decided to take the risk.

Not staying here would mean not knowing when the ghost would appear, which would be even more disadvantageous.

The village had no cameras. If there were cameras, he wouldn't have to be here in person.

Immediately,

He returned to Liu Genrong's old man's house, packed his belongings, including the body bag, the gold box, the human skin paper, and then came back to the memorial hall.

Without hesitation, he threw his belongings to the side, sat next to the coffin, and watched its every move.

He was risking his life to verify a fact.

At that moment, the ghost was inside the coffin, and he was outside.

Less than three meters apart.

While Yang Jian stayed awake, watching the coffin, the three sports cars stopped in the middle of the road at the village entrance.

Zhang Yiming, Ye Jun, and Zhang Han sat back-to-back, alert to everything around them.

A ghost had appeared near them, and they didn't dare to drive or move around, as they couldn't determine if the ghost was still nearby.

"Slap!"

Zhang Han suddenly slapped himself.

"Can't stay awake, want to sleep?" Ye Jun asked.

Zhang Han replied, "No, a mosquito bit me on the face."

"..."

Zhang Yiming said, "It's about two hours until dawn. If we can't determine if the ghost is nearby, we'll wait until dawn. At least the visibility will be better."

"I kind of hope Yang Jian is here. His eyes can see ghosts, so we wouldn't be in the dark like this." Zhang Han slapped himself again, killing a mosquito.

"Really frustrating. We're ghost hunters, yet two of us died, and we didn't even see the ghost. We didn't even get a chance to use the power of a fierce ghost," Ye Jun felt frustrated.

Just like in the club when Yang Jian shot him in the head.

Only able to take hits, unable to fight back.

"This is the difference between ghosts," Zhang Yiming said, smoking.

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