Mysterious Awakening

In a world as silent as death.

Coffins were laid out on the ground, densely packed and extending in all directions, turning this world into a world of coffins, a world of ghosts.

Because within each coffin stood a ghost.

They were not illusions, but truly existed, as at this very moment some ghosts had already stepped one foot out of their coffins, apparently wanting to approach those trapped here, like Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun.

It was only after facing the Ghost Envoy that Wang Xiaoming, Li Jun, Tong Qian, and Feng Quan, these people, truly understood why this S-class supernatural event was so terrifying. The supernatural was simply not something ordinary ghost masters could handle. You might control two ghosts, or even three, but in the end, the result was only death.

The ghost’s restarting ability didn’t bring another round of attacks, it increased their numbers.

It was like playing a game with cheats, capable of making one cry, yet forbidding you from quitting.

But now, even if they wanted to cry, they couldn’t.

Everyone was sweating with fear, their pupils constricted, engulfed by terror, and this terror was less from the supernatural itself than a profound sense of despair.

They were among the top ghost masters in the country, having dealt with supernatural events more than once or twice. As long as there was hope, as long as there was a chance, they wouldn’t give up, clutching at the last straw to turn the situation around.

But this scene made them deeply understand that there was no chance, no hope, no possibility of turning the dire situation around.

The inescapable Ghost Domain, an unseizable Ghost Officer, infinitely restarting ferocious ghosts... All of these elements converged into an overwhelming despair.

The morbid light from the Ghost Flame burning on Li Jun’s body flickered like a Remnant Candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment.

"Am I a step too late?" Wang Xiaoming muttered to himself, head slightly lowered, as his intelligence couldn’t conjure any method to survive.

Because he no longer held any cards that could change their situation.

Although he still had the life-replacing dolls and Ghost Candles... they were useless. These things were too powerless; even if he were to light a Ghost Candle, it would likely burn out within seconds, and releasing a life-replacing doll would only extend their survival by a mere ten seconds or so.

"Professor, what do we do now?" Li Jun was also sweating profusely, looking back at Wang Xiaoming with a hint of horror, hoping for a plan that could change their situation.

Wang Xiaoming didn’t respond to him, only muttering to himself, "If we die, what then? Who will deal with this supernatural event?"

He could die, but who was going to resolve this S-class supernatural event, codenamed Ghost Envoy?

This wasn’t an event that could be handled by numbers, and even if several of the country’s top ghost masters were summoned, they wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Ghosts could restart and increase in number, and even the most skillful ghost masters would fall eventually.

"Jang Shangbai’s plan might have been right." Wang Xiaoming was reflecting on his own mistakes.

He thought back to the plan Jang Shangbai proposed in the previous meeting, to take out the Coffin Nail from the Hungry Ghost and use it on this Ghost Envoy, which might permanently resolve this supernatural event, just like in Dachang City.

The Hungry Ghost had previously had the ability to restart, resetting the time in a place to half an hour earlier.

But after being nailed with the Coffin Nail, it lost its ability to move.

The others, seeing Wang Xiaoming looking dejected at this moment, became even more anxious. It seemed that Professor Wang couldn’t think of any viable solution given the situation was too dire, and even the most intelligent person, without the corresponding means, was without any options.

Were they really going to die here?

They hesitated, bewildered, and desperate, but the ghosts wouldn’t stop just because they weren’t moving.

Soon.

A nearby ghost, after pausing for a short while, finally stepped its other foot out of the coffin, and afterwards, other ghosts also began to successively step out of their coffins. ⱤАΝΟＢÈⱾ

This action seemed to foretell that the ghosts had completely lost the shackles of the Ghost Coffin and were about to regain their ability to move.

However, the ghost standing in the coffin in front of everyone had not moved; it still maintained the action of stepping one foot out of the Ghost Coffin, as if it were suppressed by Li Jun. Your next journey awaits at

In fact, it wasn’t Li Jun who suppressed the ghost, but the previous patterns that were still influencing it.

"Is it coming?"

The others felt as if their scalps were exploding; they could only watch helplessly as one ghost after another stepped out of their coffins and approached them.

"We’re definitely going to die this time." Someone already spoke with a tremble in their voice, as if mourning.

Li Jun looked at Wang Xiaoming again, his lips revealing bitterness and helplessness. Considering he was about to die like other ghost hunters in a spiritual incident today, it seemed this was the fate of people like him, doomed to be killed by ghosts eventually. His own death was one thing, but if Professor Wang were to die here, then a glimmer of future hope would be extinguished, after all, he had already discovered a new research direction.

Just give him a little time, and the living conditions of the ghost hunters would improve once again.

Yet, at this moment, Tong Qian still wasn’t willing to give up. She was a person who had been revived, not wanting to die here doing nothing. However, she wanted to laugh but could not, wanted to cry but also could not.

Ghost Face was suppressed.

This ghost’s abilities were too indefensible; every ghost would be suppressed, or else she wouldn’t be so passive.

The ghosts were getting closer.

Right then, even the ghost that Li Jun was holding onto started to stir.

The rigid and darkened corpse began to move mechanically, its body trembling slightly as one foot tried to lift and step out of the coffin.

The Ghost Flame on Li Jun’s body gradually extinguished, half of his body already charred as if burned to a crisp.

In this moment of despair, everyone fell silent, seemingly accepting their fate, quietly waiting for death to arrive, or perhaps they still hadn’t given up, desperately thinking of various ways to survive.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

The ghost arrived as expected, alongside an encroaching darkness.

In the darkness, numerous heavy footsteps echoed, as if trampling on everyone’s hearts, the oppressive weight making it difficult to breathe.

Just as everyone faced imminent annihilation, a bizarre scene occurred.

In the midst of the darkness, a thin red line suddenly appeared.

It was like a glow stick waved in the distance at night,

And then the thin red line rapidly changed, growing brighter and thicker, like a bloody gash, or an eye in the darkness, tearing open the otherwise impenetrable abyss of night.

Following that, a pale hand without a trace of blood reached out from the slash.

Almost at the same time.

Wang Xiaoming, Li Jun, Tong Qian, Feng Quan, and the others all felt a cold, stiff hand grasp their shoulders, and on the back of each hand was a bizarre, bright red eye.

The eyes emitted a red light that enveloped each person held by the Ghost Hand.

This red light could not be eroded by darkness, could not be covered because it was no longer a realm of the fierce ghosts.

"What is this?"

Wang Xiaoming initially only felt something on his shoulder; he thought he had been attacked by a ghost. But at last, in the red light, he saw the hand on his shoulder and, even more so, saw the eye growing on the back of the hand, an eye he was very familiar with.

"Don’t resist, I will take you all out of here," a voice seemed to come from the red crack in the darkness.

Yang Jian?

Upon hearing this voice, everyone couldn’t help but shudder.

The next moment, the Ghost Hand in the red light disappeared.

At the same time, the people grasped by the Ghost Hand also vanished.

In just an instant, everyone in the darkness was gone, and the red slash that tore through the darkness quickly closed up. But before it vanished, a hand grabbed the Ghost Coffin nearby.

The next moment, the Ghost Coffin was gone, too.

In the entire expanse of darkness, a group of ghosts suddenly stopped moving.

The ghosts had lost their target.

In this Ghost Domain, there were no more objects for the ghosts to attack, so they halted.

Then the other ghosts, as well as the Ghost Coffin, began to disappear... until only a silhouette stood tall in the darkness.

And all the while, the entity known as the Ghost Envoy, on the other hand, had not managed to step out of the Ghost Coffin; its resurrection wasn’t completely finished—it was just one step away.

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