The fierce wind whipped Li Yang’s overcoat until it snapped and flapped. No expression could be seen on his cold, numb face; his utterly emotionless eyes stared fixedly at the members of the Reform Society.
The air was filled with a murderous chill. He merely stood there, clearly doing nothing at all, yet the members of the Reform Society felt an immense pressure.
At that moment, none of them dared make the slightest move. Even after living for so long, they had never seen a ghost controller who had clearly already undergone ghost revival yet still remained conscious.
Everyone present looked solemnly at the man who had suddenly appeared. The man simply stood silently at the center of the hurricane, making no other unnecessary movements.
An ordinary ghost controller in this state would have died from ghost revival long ago, but the man before them was obviously still able to maintain a clear consciousness.
A hoarse, heavy voice sounded.
“You two, go assist the captain. I’ll block the attacks that come next.”
Yang Jian and the other two all glanced at Li Yang. None of them recognized this unfamiliar man who had suddenly appeared, but his condition was clearly that of a ghost controller who had lived for many years.
Before Yang Jian could reply, the memories of several people seemed to be corroded and altered by some unknown supernatural force.
“Yang Jian! Something’s wrong. There’s a problem with my memory.” Liu San supported Li Jun, whose life or death was already unknown, as he stood to the side. Dense clusters of paper figures slowly surrounded the two of them in the middle.
In the memories of the three, when that old corpse opened its eyes and the area-wide restart began, everyone saw another hideous old corpse slowly emerge beside Yang Jian. Its ghastly, deathly still eyes were staring fixedly at Yang Jian.
The old corpse’s figure grew clearer and clearer, as if it were about to condense into a physical form.
“Is it the same type as Shen Lin?”
Fang Shiming glanced at Liu San’s densely packed paper figures. “Liu San, stop those people together with him.”
An old pair of scissors pointed toward the position where the corpse had appeared beside Yang Jian in their memories, but Fang Shiming could not sense anything unusual.
“Cannot make contact. What a pity Shen Lin isn’t here. In the Ghost Painting, he and another person used memory to suppress the Starving Ghost.”
Suddenly, an old corpse appeared beside Yang Jian. Yang Jian reacted extremely fast; his attention had been fixed on this side the entire time. Without even turning his head, he slashed over with his blade.
Something strange happened.
In his memory, before Yang Jian raised his blade, a deathly pale hand reached out from who knew where and fiercely grabbed at Yang Jian’s neck.
Fang Shiming did not even have time to react before that old corpse had already seized Yang Jian by the throat.
Yang Jian’s body was rapidly becoming withered.
A cold corpse dropped down, pressing against the old corpse’s shoulder, while black-yellow wind slowly stirred around them.
The old corpse’s movements immediately became incomparably slow, but it was still choking Yang Jian tightly. The restriction was failing...
Yang Jian showed not the slightest panic. He calmly looked at the young corpse before him. He was analyzing, observing.
A dense layer of red light over his body had almost condensed into substance. Yang Jian’s eyes turned cold. His ghost hand abruptly grabbed toward the corpse, and the strangeness happened once again.
In his memory, before Yang Jian caught hold of this old corpse, another old corpse abruptly appeared beside him again, blocking the ghost hand one step ahead.
“An interesting state.”
The scarlet ghost eye on Yang Jian’s forehead emitted a crimson glow. He had been observing the situation unfolding before him the entire time.
“Every time I prepare to act, you react one step ahead. You use memory to make people misjudge your ability. In truth, you’re invading and altering the past from a few seconds earlier.”
As he spoke, Yang Jian and Fang Shiming exchanged a glance. Both of them were intelligent men; with just a brief exchange of looks lasting less than a second, they confirmed their next move.
The ghost shadow behind him abruptly stood upright and moved to cover the second corpse.
The same strangeness occurred again in their memories, but this time, at the place where the third old corpse appeared, a gust of yellow-black wind rose one step earlier.
Fang Shiming stood within the fierce wind holding a pair of scissors. A cold corpse fell straight down, pressing firmly onto the third old corpse’s shoulder.
Looking at the corpse before him that could no longer move, Fang Shiming said, “If the way we currently use the power of fierce ghosts is called controlling ghosts, then I think your present state can be called ghosts controlling people. A method of controlling the supernatural worth trying.”
The scissors stabbed fiercely into the old corpse’s head. At the same time, the pitch-black ghost shadow rapidly wrapped around and covered it.
The four members of the Reform Society watched as the old corpse attacking Yang Jian slowly dissipated. They were about to make a move, but when they looked at Li Yang and that eerie door, they hesitated.
There had always been a saying circulating in the older generation of the supernatural circles.
“Better to be bitten by a ghost than touched by an object.”
This “object” referred to supernatural objects. Anything that could become tainted with the supernatural had always been extremely dangerous.
The short, fat old man looked at the skull floating in midair behind him and said, “Most of Wang Qun’s supernatural power is being used to suppress the source ghost of the hurricane. This corpse alone can’t kill that man called Yang Jian.”
Seeing that the four people opposite him were making a move, Li Yang immediately took a step forward.
“It’s time to send you on your way.”
No emotion could be seen on his numb, ashen face as he slowly placed his hand on the old wooden door beside him.
Some terrifying medium was triggered. Behind the members of the Reform Society, four wooden doors suddenly stood upright.
“Supernatural stacking?” The young man’s expression changed.
“Stop him!”
But before the four of them could do anything, the four wooden doors opened simultaneously with a bang. The certain-death supernatural power was triggered the instant the doors opened.
The four bodies rapidly began to rot. In just a single exchange, the four members of the Reform Society died instantly.
But their corpses did not fall. Instead, they stood stiffly before the four doors.
Suddenly, the eyeballs of one corpse abruptly turned toward Li Yang, staring fixedly at him. A cold voice sounded.
“How regrettable that our unfinished ambition must end here. Though our beliefs differ, the paths we walk are all for the sake of resolving the problem of fierce ghosts’ existence.”
The other three corpses also slowly raised their rotten heads, staring straight at Li Yang.
“Things have come to this. The plan has already failed. There is no longer any heart to argue over right or wrong.”
The old woman’s corpse slowly raised its rotten, incomplete arm. Its cold palm, suspended in midair, beckoned slightly in Li Yang’s direction.
Li Yang immediately felt his consciousness blur. The fierce ghost inside him drove his body to take a sudden step forward.
The attack did not stop. The old woman’s hand slowly rose again.
In the next second, a flash of scarlet passed by, and a huge eyeball hung above everyone’s heads.
With the appearance of the eyeball, the corpse that was beckoning stopped moving.
Area-wide suppression. The hideous tattoo on the ghost hand reflected a manifested ghost eye; while fusing with the suppressive power of the ghost hand, it worked together with the ghost domain to restrict the movements of the fierce ghosts within this space.
Yang Jian aimed at the old woman, raised the hatchet, and chopped down fiercely. What looked like a random slash was, through the medium triggered by the huge scarlet eyeball in the air, cutting toward the old woman’s corpse.
In an instant, the corpse split violently downward from the top of its head, cleaving into two halves. At the same time, the huge eyeball in the air also split in two and vanished.
A tall, thin corpse appeared in front of Li Yang, looking at him with an agonized expression.
Li Yang stared at the male corpse before him, reached out, and forcefully tore at his own chest. A large amount of blood immediately flowed from within his body, outlining the shape of a great door on his chest.
The next moment, a tremendous suction force surged out from behind the door, pulling at the tall, thin, rotten corpse before him.
At the same time, a slowly stirring gale and dense clusters of paper figures were rapidly launching attacks at the remaining two corpses.
Fierce ghosts were colliding. Supernatural powers were clashing.
Within this already extremely unstable space, under the interference of several people, faint tremors began to spread.
Boom.
Waves of buzzing sounded. In the originally hollow central region of the hurricane, gusts of wind mixed with cold lake water abruptly began to blow.
The expression of the elderly corpse holding the lump of flesh changed. It turned to look at the skull floating in midair behind it.
“It’s out of control. A confrontation between supernatural powers of this intensity has already affected the balance between the hurricane and the Ghost Lake. Leave!”
With that, the lump of flesh in its hand pointed at the other three members of the Reform Society, and the figures of the three immediately vanished.
Yet before Yang Jian and the other two could react.
In the next second, the hurricane suddenly went out of control and accelerated. A funnel-shaped cyclone smashed down fiercely from the clouds.
Caught completely off guard, everyone was swept high into the air together with the fractured ground beneath their feet.
Inside the wildly spinning tornado, a paper figure that was nearly falling apart whirled rapidly along with the vortex.
Through the torn paper figure, one could vaguely see a youth who looked only fifteen or sixteen. His entire body was covered in ravine-like wrinkles, making him look like crumpled paper.
The only two paper figures remaining at his side struggled to protect him in the center, but even though they were already on the verge of being blown apart, the youth’s hand still clung tightly to Li Jun’s charred body.
A long, thin streak of scarlet was spiraling upward along this enormous tornado that reached straight into the heavens.
This was Yang Jian’s ghost domain, but it had only just extended beyond the surface of his body before it was scattered by the fierce wind, trailing behind Yang Jian like a mysterious and eerie red thread.
Yang Jian’s face remained calm, but the scarlet ghost eye on his forehead, spinning madly, revealed intense unease.
Before his eyes were nothing but fierce wind and cold lake water rushing past at extreme speed. The ghost shadow behind him had long since been blown into fragments.
Cracks had already begun appearing on the ghost hand. His own supernatural power was being dismembered.
Whenever a crack appeared on the ghost hand, the hideous tattoo would surge out from within his body and sink into the ghost hand along the crack, barely maintaining the ghost hand’s integrity.
Suddenly, amid the fierce wind, a deathly pale woman’s hand reached out and gently rested on Yang Jian’s shoulder.
An icy feeling instantly flooded through his entire body...