Chapter 95

The old woman's cough startled Yang Jian, Zhang Yiming, and the others.

Without a doubt, this cough was the same as the one from last night... weak, powerless, as if she were sick.

"Is she a ghost?"

Zhang Han widened his eyes as he watched the old woman slowly leave.

"If this old woman is really a ghost, then the other villagers might be ghosts too... It was wise of you not to fire that shot, Ye Jun. Next time, think before you act," Zhang Yiming said.

Yang Jian glanced at him: "He doesn't have a brain; it's all filled with corpse water. I saw it when I split his head open last time."

Ye Jun's face was filled with an indescribable fear.

If he had really fired that shot just now, it might not have been just one ghost that appeared, but a group of them.

"Yang Jian, the old woman's cough sounds exactly like that of the sick ghost. Does this confirm her identity? If so, we can take action now," Zhang Yiming stared at the old woman who hadn't walked far yet.

If they could successfully detain her, this paranormal event might be resolved.

"We can give it a try," Yang Jian said, frowning.

He still felt something was off.

If this old woman is that sick ghost, then who is the person in the coffin? And who was the ghost that tried to attack Zhang Yiming and the others at night?

Could there be three ghosts?

Absolutely impossible.

The probability of so many ghosts gathering in one place is low, especially since this village might be within the range of a ghost domain.

And only one ghost can create a ghost domain.

The线索 that had been sorted out was all messed up by the old woman's cough.

But Yang Jian didn't dare to ignore the old woman.

"Let's deal with her first, then go to the memorial hall. Don't split up in between, and don't take too long. I feel something is off... If we act quickly, there shouldn't be any problems," Yang Jian still had a hint of worry.

"Then let's move."

Zhang Yiming didn't hesitate.

Despite the argument and almost fight earlier, everyone chose to cooperate when facing a powerful ghost.

Zhang Han and Ye Jun immediately returned to the car to get their equipment.

Yang Jian also went to the memorial hall to prepare the necessary items.

In no time at all,

The group gathered again and followed the old woman.

The old woman moved slowly, taking small, leisurely steps, and occasionally coughed weakly.

The cough was still as weak and powerless as the one from last night in the darkness.

Hearing it again, they were more certain that this old woman was the ghost from yesterday.

Detaining her would solve everything.

Thinking of this, they felt a surge of excitement, and their fear diminished. Solving this case would allow them to complete the transaction and obtain the method to prolong the revival of the powerful ghost, a glimmer of hope in a dire situation. They, who were struggling in hell, yearned for this hope to save them.

Compared to their excitement, Yang Jian's face showed more concern.

"Is she going home?" Zhang Yiming saw the old woman enter an old brick house.

The front of the house was clean and tidy, indicating that the old woman was a clean person.

But thinking that she was a ghost... no one would want to visit her home.

"I'll go to the roof and act from above," Ye Jun suddenly stepped forward. He no longer argued with Yang Jian and immediately took action.

"We three will break in directly, using our ghost powers to give her no chance," Zhang Yiming said decisively.

Zhang Han said, "Let's not rush. Let Ye Jun confirm it first. I know what he wants to do."

"Alright," Zhang Yiming nodded.

Yang Jian said solemnly, "Since you're in charge, I'll cooperate with your plan, but remember, there's more than one ghost in this village. We need to act quickly."

For some reason, his unease grew stronger.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. With our abilities, we can handle it quickly," Zhang Yiming said.

Inside the house,

The old woman seemed tired from walking and went to her room to rest on the bed.

At this moment, Ye Jun was already on the roof.

He stood right above the old woman.

The old woman still acted normally, like an ordinary elderly woman living alone, wandering around the village, chatting with other elders, and resting at home when tired, even if she was sick and no one took care of her.

"Cough, cough."

The old woman's body was weak, and her mental state was poor. Perhaps feeling bored, she got up and turned on the TV.

She was about to watch some TV.

These normal behaviors were observed by the group nearby.

Not just Yang Jian, but the others were also puzzled.

Is this old woman really a ghost?

"Drip, drip, drip~!"

It was broad daylight, and it wasn't raining outside, but the sound of dripping water came from the roof.

The old woman lay on the bed watching TV, but strangely, the TV had no channels, only black and white dots flickering and making a hissing sound.

But the old woman watched it intently, as if immersed in it.

"Drip, drip~!"

The dripping sound from the roof continued, and a drop of water suddenly fell through the roof, soaking through the tiles.

This drop of water was foul and dirty, not like rainwater, but more like the water from a decaying corpse.

However, it fell right on the old woman's head.

The old woman still showed no reaction and continued watching TV.

But on her head, where the corpse water fell, a black mark appeared... and it quickly spread, like a contagious disease.

The black mark rapidly expanded, covering half of the old woman's head in no time.

Then... her head began to rot.

"Is this Ye Jun's ability?" Yang Jian thought to himself.

"Drip, drip~!"

The dripping of corpse water accelerated, some falling on the bedsheet, some on the old woman's back, and some on her legs...

The strong stench filled the room, and even a small amount was enough to make one want to vomit.

Soon,

The old woman's body, dripping with corpse water, began to rot rapidly. Her hands, feet... even half of her head, had disappeared, revealing pale bones that were starting to turn black.

She was no longer human.

The old woman still lay on the bed watching TV, one eye open, seemingly dead or in some other state.

"Did we make a mistake?" Zhang Han whispered.

But the next scene made everyone's faces change dramatically.

Even though she was so rotten, the old woman slowly stood up as if nothing had happened and walked to the TV to turn it off.

"Why is there a leak in the house?"

The old woman looked at the wet, foul-smelling water on the floor, raised her remaining half-head curiously, and muttered in confusion.

"Damn it, let's move," Zhang Yiming shouted.

If she could still move after rotting like that, what else could she be but a ghost?

Immediately,

Zhang Han rushed into the house. His body twisted strangely, and the clothes on his back were instantly torn to shreds. A pair of blood-soaked, skinless hands emerged, grabbing his back as if something was trying to crawl out... faintly, a human face could be seen under his skin, like a... three-dimensional tattoo.

He was known as the Ghost Man Zhang Han in the club.

Because a ghost was crouching on his back.

At first, his ghost was just a lifelike tattoo, but as he used his ability, the ghost revived, and the tattoo-like ghost began to gradually detach from his back.

Now, a pair of hands had already emerged, and when a head came out, it would no longer be him controlling the ghost, but the ghost controlling him.

Zhang Han's charge was accompanied by a painful growl, and a pair of blood-soaked arms emerged from his back, grabbing the old woman.

"We've got her."

"Good."

Yang Jian followed closely behind, and he threw the heavy body bag over the motionless old woman's head.

She fell to the ground.

The body bag was sealed, and the rotting, unrecognizable corpse was inside.

"Is it over?" Zhang Yiming was stunned. Did they resolve it without him even acting?

This was too easy.

It hardly deserved to be called a ghost.

No, that's not right. Easy to detain doesn't mean it's not powerful. Maybe it was just an unexpected result?

"Great, it's finally over," Zhang Han sighed in relief, feeling excited.

But at that moment, the outside was eerily quiet.

The dripping of corpse water from the roof had also stopped.