Wang Liang thought it over. The suit ghost had first appeared at the connection between the carriages, but it had not launched an attack immediately.
Only after he stood up had it instantly arrived before him and attacked.
It actually seemed to possess a bit of the air of a cowboy duel—waiting for you to stand properly before striking.
But fierce ghosts would never concern themselves with such things. They would only obey some kind of rule.
So the rule was either standing up, or being face-to-face. Wang Liang leaned toward the latter.
“Being sideways didn’t trigger it. Just now, I was crouching sideways. Then what about turning my back?”
Wang Liang’s figure vanished. When he reappeared, he was already at the end of this carriage, standing side-on, only turning his head to look at the fierce ghost.
The suit ghost still remained where it was, keeping its hand stretched forward in a grabbing motion. Even its eyes had closed again at this moment, motionless.
“As expected, standing and facing sideways are both fine. Then let’s try turning my back.”
Within the ghost domain, Wang Liang turned around, putting his back to the suit ghost.
The instant he turned, in the next second, an arm had already passed through his faint, illusory body from behind, extending from where his heart was to the front, its palm clutching emptily at the air.
Thud.
A coffin nail suddenly nailed itself into the forehead of the suit ghost, which was standing almost right against Wang Liang’s back.
Afterward, the suit ghost’s eyes closed, and it stiffly toppled backward, no longer moving.
Wang Liang had nailed the suit ghost dead in an instant. He had not been frightened when it had been right in his face from the front, but now he rather regretted testing what would happen if he turned his back on this ghost. Truly disgusting. Having one female ghost in white behind him was already enough.
The rule had already been tested out. Wang Liang took a folded gold body bag from his coat and unfolded it.
Then he used the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s supernatural power to seize the suit ghost by the neck, suppressing its supernatural power, while his other hand pulled out the coffin nail.
After the coffin nail was removed, the suit ghost still showed no movement at all. It was firmly suppressed by the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s supernatural power.
Wang Liang forcefully stuffed the suit ghost, which was as tall as an adult man, into the body bag, then tightly tied the opening shut.
Once the suit ghost was placed inside, it became completely still. It had always been a relatively “quiet” fierce ghost to begin with.
Now that its supernatural power had been isolated by the gold, cutting off its perception of the outside world, and with no way to trigger its killing rule, it was extremely docile.
Resolving this incident had been much simpler than Wang Liang had imagined. Even without using the coffin nail, it would not have taken much effort.
After controlling the Slit-Mouthed Woman and gaining a ghost domain, his strength had increased very noticeably. This ghost could do nothing to him at all; it could not even force out a reset.
With supernatural power enhancing him, Wang Liang possessed monstrous strength. He easily lifted the body bag, which carried the weight of an adult man, and weighed it in his hand.
[Strange Record Value: 72%]
The matter was more or less clear now: it killed when faced directly, and killed when one’s back was turned.
This fierce ghost’s intensity was not considered high. It had only provided 10% Strange Value.
But the danger posed by its killing rule was extremely high. Fortunately, perhaps because its puzzle pieces were incomplete, it had no ability to actively roam. It could only kill within a certain area, and the range in which its killing rule could be triggered was not large.
The cause of the incident was probably that, while the subway was in motion, it struck this fierce ghost and was forced to stop. Then the subway driver, who was facing the fierce ghost directly, died first.
After that, the others in the carriage who were facing it also died.
Seeing someone killed by something strange, the remaining people fled in terror with their backs to the ghost, and were killed as well. In the end, not a single person survived.
For ordinary people, avoiding this killing rule was indeed very difficult. They would need enough luck, but clearly, none of the dead had had it.
Moreover, once this fierce ghost’s killing rule was triggered, its attack speed was extremely fast. It could tear out hearts continuously.
Otherwise, if it killed slowly and someone managed to flee far away, one target after another might have drawn this fierce ghost out of this area, all the way into the city center, resulting in a great disaster.
“This is what a fierce ghost is. Even a fierce ghost with a low level of terror can create a huge disaster once an accident happens and it gets lured out.”
Wang Liang sighed, then prepared to leave the abandoned subway while carrying the gold body bag.
The matter had already been resolved, and the fierce ghost’s ability had also been figured out. Naturally, there was no longer any need to remain here.
“Right, things went so smoothly that I almost forgot. Sun Su died here. Where is Sun Su’s ghost? And the satellite phone.”
Wang Liang took out his own satellite phone and activated the positioning search function. Two nearby Interpol satellite phones could locate each other.
A radar map appeared on the satellite phone’s screen. One signal source was very close to him, in the third carriage up ahead.
Wang Liang’s figure flashed, and he appeared in the corresponding carriage, finding the signal source.
The location of the signal source overlapped with a highly decomposed corpse in the middle of the carriage. The corpse was wearing an Interpol uniform, so it was likely Sun Su.
Wang Liang searched through Sun Su’s clothes and took out a satellite phone stained with dried blood. This phone needed to be recovered.
During the search, Wang Liang also discovered that Sun Su was now merely an ordinary corpse.
Unlike the others, whose hearts had only been torn out by the ghost, all of Sun Su’s internal organs had been emptied out. It seemed as though someone had roughly rummaged through his body. There was no fierce ghost inside him.
Wang Liang spread out the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s ghost domain, covering the nearby carriages, but found no other fierce ghosts.
He narrowed the width of the ghost domain and extended its length, probing farther away.
In the end, he did not find any trace of the fierce ghost inside Sun Su, but he did discover something interesting.
“Interesting.”
Wang Liang gave a cold laugh. His figure faded into the air and vanished from where he stood.
Several hundred meters in front of the abandoned subway’s lead car, a group of seven wearing night-vision goggles was slowly moving along the wall toward the location of the subway incident.
The three people walking in the middle were all ghost controllers. The two people in front and the two behind were all dressed like mercenaries, holding special firearms designed to deal with ghost controllers.
Among the three in the middle, the leader was one of the senior members of Yongsheng Club, Sun Qiang. The remaining two were both junior members, and anyone who could become a member of the club was, without exception, a ghost controller.
Some were locals who had accidentally become ghost controllers, while others had been recruited from out of town.
“Brother Sun, why is it so quiet? Wang Liang couldn’t have not arrived yet, right?” one of the junior members, a ghost controller named Qu Bo, asked in a low voice.
“Quiet. Who cares? It’s only a matter of time. In a while, listen to my orders. When that Wang and the fierce ghost get tangled up together, act immediately.”
Sun Qiang warned, “None of you are doing this for the first time. Don’t hold back. We must finish it instantly. We can’t let word get out.”
“Don’t worry,” Qu Bo replied. After saying that, he closed his mouth.
The other tall, thin ghost controller was already very close to his fierce ghost reviving, and his complexion was awful.
Usually, he was only a nominal member of the club. This time, he had come here in order to earn one final sum of money for his family before he died.
Along the way, he followed the others without saying a word, quietly moving along the wall. The other four mercenaries were the same.