It was as if Yang Jian had been born with this gift—a gift for sensing the supernatural so acute it was almost outrageous.
In an age of peace, he might have lived his whole life in obscurity. But in this era where fierce ghosts ran rampant, such a gift was the key to survival. Yang Jian and Wang Xiaoming were among the very best of such people.
Yang Jian paused and swept his gaze around.
“According to headquarters’ intelligence, there are three people in the King Organization who possess abilities like this.”
The hatchet pointed steadily at Wang Xiaoming, who was speaking to himself. “Scene fragments that repeat like a projector.”
He turned to look at the dog.
“A supernatural product that exists only in dreams.”
Then Yang Jian raised his hand and pointed at a thin thread around the dog’s neck. The thread looked like sinew and flesh drawn from some corpse, connecting to a swollen red balloon floating in midair.
“A red balloon that appears abruptly.”
“The Projectionist, the Nightmare, the Clown. I don’t believe they can completely suppress me. If I’m not wrong, pulling Shen Lin and me into this space is already the limit of what they can do.”
At this point, Yang Jian paused and pointed at Liu San. “You were merely dragged into this space along with us. The ones they truly want to restrict are only Shen Lin and me, but that has increased their burden. At the same time, it is also our opportunity.”
After hearing Yang Jian’s analysis, Shen Lin’s and Liu San’s eyes flickered slightly. Yang Jian’s intuition in supernatural incidents was far too sharp—one could even call it abnormal. Even when facing supernatural attacks from three captain-level figures, Yang Jian could still quickly analyze the enemy’s supernatural logic and precisely lock onto the crux of the problem.
Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice:
“The fact that we can still use our own supernatural powers means the other side cannot completely suppress the three of us either. At most, they have only trapped our consciousness. Wang Chaling and Li Jun should still be beside us.”
Liu San immediately understood what Yang Jian meant. “They should also be under attack right now, so this is a contest of time.”
“No matter which side wins first, they can immediately extricate themselves and help the other side deal with the enemy. But if one side fails first, the other will suffer an even more fatal attack.”
Shen Lin nodded.
“That’s right. We need to move as quickly as possible.”
The axe was already in his hand. Shen Lin’s figure gradually vanished into the surrounding dark void.
“My ghost is very special. I have my own methods here. Liu San, leave me a paper man.”
On the surface of the moon, gray-white dust covered everything. Wang Chaling looked at the three rigid figures not far away.
“That’s right. As I just said, this is a race against time. No matter which side obtains victory first, the situation will instantly reverse.”
Beside him, Li Jun listened in silence, deep green flames burning wildly over his body.
The moment they stepped onto the moon, Wang Chaling discovered that Yang Jian, Liu San, and Shen Lin were in a completely motionless state.
Combining that with the current circumstances, Wang Chaling quickly analyzed the King Organization’s intentions.
But by the time he realized this, it was already too late.
On a small slope in the distance stood two terrifying figures. The King Organization clearly had no intention of giving Wang Chaling any more time to think.
In this vacuum environment, even while inside Li Jun’s ghost domain, they could smell a dense stench of corpses spreading toward them.
Wang Chaling immediately turned his head and said, “Li Jun, protect Yang Jian and the others’ bodies. You don’t need to hold on for too long. Confrontations between supernatural powers are often extremely fast. Once they break free, they’ll immediately be able to help the two of us out of this.”
Li Jun nodded silently. After his own ghost domain had collided with Yang Jian’s, his condition at this moment was extremely poor, but he still walked in front of Yang Jian, intending to use his own body to block the attack that was about to come.
“Bang!”
Within the ghost domain, the sound of a gunshot suddenly rang out.
Wang Chaling raised his hand and grabbed. An old man behind him actually made the same motion at the same time, thrusting out a withered palm and directly catching the bullet that was shooting toward them at high speed in his hand.
“A ranged type...”
He opened his palm and looked. It was a small piece of rotten human tissue, still emitting black smoke.
“A ghost? But it has been suppressed very thoroughly.”
Casually tossing it aside, Wang Chaling strode forward.
“Li Jun, I’ll do my best to hold those two back, but I can’t guarantee I’ll stop them completely.”
By now, Li Jun’s entire face had already been burned black. His voice came from within the flames. “Just do what you need to do. Even if I die, I will only die before the three of them.”
“Understood. Then I’m going to begin.”
After he finished speaking, the figure of a woman slowly overlapped with Wang Chaling. Then Wang Chaling’s body blurred, and he vanished from where he stood in an instant. It did not seem like a ghost domain, but rather another way of using supernatural power.
At this moment, the two members of the King Organization opposite them were observing the situation on this side.
The face of a foreigner wearing a cowboy hat was filled with shock.
“That’s just absurd! He caught that bullet with one hand!”
Beside him, a short, fat man whose hands were covered in foul, rotten soil said, “Keep calm. We only need to stall them. The intelligence shows that Wang Chaling is just an ordinary person. In this vacuum environment, as long as we kill Li Jun, he will die immediately.”
Cowboy Hat nodded, then picked up a shotgun covered in soil and began reloading.
Just then, a terrifying voice came from behind the two of them.
“Is that so? Looks like you don’t plan on coming over.”
Their pupils shrank. Almost at the same time, they whipped their heads around. Wang Chaling’s dreadful face was staring fixedly at them.
They had not experienced fear in a very long time. But at this moment, a horrifying chill that made their scalps tingle shot up from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads. Wang Chaling was so close to them, yet they had not sensed him at all.
The two of them could not move. A wave of putrid stench rapidly spread from the two old people behind Wang Chaling. The smell was extremely strange, carrying a trace of the cold, sinister aura of someone on the verge of death.
Just then, a paper bill slowly drifted down from midair. The character “three” was written crookedly on it, but this bill did not seem complete. The other side looked as if it had been pieced together from human skin.
As the bill landed, the two old people behind Wang Chaling abruptly froze, actually falling into a momentary pause.
Seizing this gap, the Gravedigger and the Cowboy flashed into the distance at the same time.
The fear on the Cowboy’s face had yet to fade. “Those two old people are too terrifying. If the Banker had been one second later, the two of us would definitely be dead.”
No expression could be seen on the Gravedigger’s numb face. It seemed he had already been eroded far too deeply by a fierce ghost; one could even say he was a ghost himself.
“You go kill Li Jun. Once his ghost domain disappears, Wang Chaling won’t be able to survive here for long.”
Cowboy Hat nodded and, holding the shotgun, quickly ran in Li Jun’s direction. He did not dare use a ghost domain to get there. Wang Chaling was right there, and the pressure he gave off was simply too immense. He did not dare gamble on whether Wang Chaling would be the first to kill him the instant his ghost domain unfolded.
“Ghost money?”
Wang Chaling looked at the paper bill on the ground. He had once seen this type of supernatural object before, though in appearance, that one had been far more complete than this bill.
“The intelligence says you are learned and knowledgeable. You’re right. This is indeed ghost money.”
Opposite him, a man carrying an old-fashioned safe stared blankly at Wang Chaling. In his hand, he was pinching a seven-yuan bill.