Chapter 1286 1253: The Decaying Old Man

The events happening at the Ghost Post Office are unknown to Yang Jian and the others at the abandoned elementary school in Shuangqiao Town. The problems they are currently facing are much bigger than those Sun Rui is dealing with.

Because the supernatural confrontation continues.

Under the protection of Yang Jian, Li Jun, Wei Jing, Leuk San, and Li Leping, He Yiner succeeded in summoning souls.

The three spirits possess the supernatural powers they once controlled in life, but this supernatural power only lasts a short time. However, in battles between ghost wielders, the victory or defeat, and even life and death, can be decided in an instant, so this is enough for these three spirits.

The current onslaught visibly shook the remaining four Zhang Xiangguang.

He raised the rusty old machete in his hand, intent on repeating the previous scene, instantly taking out the three spirits and leaving them no chance to cause chaos.

Who would have thought that at this moment, some incomprehensible supernatural power made the machete in one Zhang Xiangguang’s hand disappear.

Opportunity!

At this moment, the remaining consciousness of the three spirits reacted, and they quickly adjusted their strategy. One spirit changed direction, charging towards the unarmed Zhang Xiangguang, while the other two spirits continued to try to rescue Li Jun.

“Take action, once more, If one can’t do it, then all three of us together.”

Yang Jian’s body had successfully reassembled. He shouted in a low voice, the Ghost Shadow Hand wielding a cracked spear, rapidly advancing towards the nearest Zhang Xiangguang.

Wei Jing, Leuk San, and Li Leping realized their next move.

One-on-one wasn’t working, but a joint effort might turn the tide.

Immediately, the three of them changed direction as well, targeting the last Zhang Xiangguang.

However, at this moment, Zhang Xiangguang’s three eerie machetes descended.

In an instant.

One spirit was sliced in half at the waist, and then its body quickly began to dim before twisting, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating in a flash.

But the other two spirits immediately enveloped the Zhang Xiangguang who had seized Li Jun.

Instantly, these two spirits disappeared.

However, the Zhang Xiangguang who was attacked stood frozen in place, unable to move. Then his complexion quickly turned deathly gray and black. Cracks began to appear on his face, growing more numerous, and his body started to twist, emitting creaking sounds, as if bones were shattering and internal organs were decaying.

In just a few seconds, this Zhang Xiangguang’s body suddenly shattered with a ‘bang’ like fragile porcelain, turning directly into a pile of dust, leaving only a black, foul-smelling residue.

“It seems it’s no longer working. We can only take down one. If we were alive, at least three more could have been eliminated… “

An old, eerie voice slowly echoed.

The figures of the two spirits were blurred, struggling to maintain their normal forms, but they remained intact, indicating that working together to kill a Zhang Xiangguang was not very difficult.

However, in their posthumous state, they couldn’t withstand the erosion of supernatural forces, and just one attack left the spirits unable to hold together.

“A ghost invading the body? Luckily they are spirits, unable to sustain the powers they had in life. Nevertheless, the trouble they cause me is quite significant.”

Zhang Xiangguang, standing empty-handed beside them, cast a glance at He Yiner and Zhou Deng not far away.

“You still have time to look elsewhere?”

Yang Jian was already on the move, slashing down with the Firewood Knife.

Zhang Xiangguang wanted to move, but was covered by a black shadow at his feet. Charred Ghost Hands once again enveloped him, briefly hindering his movement.

And this interference was fatal at a critical moment.

“Interesting.”

Zhang Xiangguang slightly raised his head to glance at Yang Jian. With no trace of fear on his face, he seemed unusually calm.

The next moment, his head was cleaved in two, his body dismembered. The dismembered body did not remain intact but quickly started rotting just like before. In less than ten seconds, the body had entirely rotted away, leaving no trace behind.

Wei Jing, Leuk San, and Li Leping collectively attacked one Zhang Xiangguang.

The suppression from the Ghost Rope, combined with some terrifying supernatural attack from Leuk San, coupled with Li Leping’s Fatal Curse, overwhelmed that Zhang Xiangguang, leaving him with no power to resist as he was brutally killed.

Nonetheless, Wei Jing suffered greatly. He endured a terrifying assault, a massive wound tearing open his neck, nearly causing his head to fall off. Black blood spattered everywhere, with a dreadful appearance. He also received an additional cut on his chest, severing his spine. His body nearly ripped open entirely, with internal organs spilling all over the place.

He had endured two bouts of assault alone.

Zhang Xiangguang, after taking down Li Jun, intended to double the attack and also take down Wei Jing.

Wei Jing staggered, unable to support himself, and collapsed directly onto the ground. His wounds wouldn’t heal, continuously flowing with black, viscous blood. Yet, his eyes remained wide open and hollow. His consciousness was still intact.

“Even through all of this, you haven’t died? It seems I may have chosen the wrong opponent. But among the five of you, you’re already the one most likely to be taken down. I seem to have underestimated your survival capabilities. But I’ve already cut you three times, so things won’t look good for you from now on,” the last remaining Zhang Xiangguang calmly stated.

On Wei Jing’s numb face, there was no expression: “There’s no opportunity left for you; you’ve lost.”

Yang Jian approached, filled with murderous intent, once again wielding the cracked spear.

Leuk San stayed silent, the yellow paper in his hands continuously peeling away, gradually revealing more and more of the terrifying old corpse covered underneath. Continuing to fight would risk him losing control.

Because once a certain boundary is surpassed, it will be exceedingly difficult for him to control this old corpse within his body.

“Once more, let’s send him to his end.”

Li Leping, though inconspicuous, synchronized with Yang Jian, heading straight for the last Zhang Xiangguang.

“Die?”

The last Zhang Xiangguang let out a cold smile: “My assault has just begun. You are all already exhausted. Although I may not clai to kill all of you here today, I’d modestly settle for at least taking down five more. And you’ve already used up your supernatural prowess, yet I haven’t deployed mine.”

As his words fell,

Several eerie sounds echoed from inside the abandoned classroom building not far behind him.

Familiar footsteps resounded.

One, two, three, four—four Zhang Xiangguangs emerged once more, still holding rusty old machetes as before, with cold faces and eerie expressions.

“Hmm?”

This scene made Yang Jian and Li Leping, who intended to strike, suddenly halt, their pupils shrinking with shock.

Wei Jing, Leuk San, and even those hiding in the back—He Yiner, Zhou Deng, and Lu Zhiwen—were momentarily stunned.

“Still…more?” Zhou Deng stammered, his mouth trembling.

“Retreat.”

Without hesitation, Yang Jian motioned to Li Leping, quickly picking up the dead skin Li Jun had left behind and swiftly retreated.

Li Leping ceased his assault as well.

He understood Yang Jian’s intention.

Unable to unravel the opponent’s restart method, battling on would be pointless and would only bring unnecessary casualties.

“Are you all afraid now?” Zhang Xiangguang spoke.

“Restarting comes with a cost. The level at which you restart must bear something even more terrifying. Truly fight to the end, and how many times can you restart?” Yang Jian coldly retorted.

Zhang Xiangguang stated: “Taking you all down surely won’t be a problem, rest assured.”

“Yang Jian.”

At this moment, Lu Zhiwen shouted: “The purpose of luring the Ghost Envoys over wasn’t to limit our actions, but to protect that classroom building. His secret of restarting lies within the building. So far, the supernatural means he’s showcased are minimal, which is very unreasonable. There’s only one possibility: all these Zhang Xiangguangs are fake; the real Zhang Xiangguang has yet to make an appearance.”

Hmm?

With this reminder, Yang Jian glanced at the darkness shrouding the school playground and immediately realized.

“I see, you intended to prevent us from acting separately to enter the classroom building?” Li Leping also realized this point.

“Fighting me within the Ghost Picture World was probably also to restrict our Ghost Domain.”

Leuk San said with a gloomy face, “Just now, Li Leping’s Ghost Domain was greatly restricted, only able to cover a small area. The only unaffected thing was Li Jun’s Ghost Flame, but now he’s been taken out. The next target is Wei Jing, not because Wei Jing is easier to kill, but because Wei Jing’s Ghost Domain is connected to the Ghost Envoy’s Ghost Domain. He’s also worried Wei Jing will use the Ghost Envoy’s Ghost Domain to enter that building.”

“Everyone’s Ghost Domain is restricted. If we act separately, we’ll be singled out by the Ghost Envoy. The other side wants to force us together, choosing to fight with us continuously, until finally, we’re all fought to death. This is their plan.”

Lu Zhiwen said, “Everything is arranged, this abandoned playground is the arena he prepared for us.”

“You figured it out? I thought you’d realize it after the third or fourth wave of attacks. I didn’t expect you’d detect it after the first wave. I must say, you are indeed impressive.” Zhang Xiangguang did not refute at this moment but admitted directly.

All are clever people.

Since it has been discovered, there’s no need to continue hiding.

“I’ll hold him back, you guys charge into the teaching building.”

He Yiner took a deep breath at this moment, holding a memorial tablet in her hands. The tablet was being corroded by a supernatural power, rapidly fading, aging immediately.

But soon, a blurred and terrifying figure appeared beside her.

At this moment, she held nothing back and chose to summon the most terrifying presence, intending to reverse the situation directly.

“Can you hold off five Zhang Xiangguang?” Yang Jian asked intently without looking back.

“I can hold them, but not for long.”

“Then let’s split up. Leuk San, Li Leping, and I will go in; you guys hold the line outside.” Yang Jian said.

“Alright.”

The others immediately nodded, agreeing to this plan.

“I say, Yang Jian, discussing splitting up right before me seems a tad inappropriate, plus, do you think after three leave, the rest won’t be wiped out by me? I’m okay if you really plan to do it.”

Five Zhang Xiangguang converged again, jointly pressing in.

He remained confident, even though Yang Jian and others saw through it, he wasn’t flustered, actually quite certain.

“Action.”

Yang Jian ignored his words, the pitch-black Ghost Shadow spread from his feet, and he, along with Li Leping and Leuk San, charged out immediately.

“If you want to die, I’ll oblige you.”

The five Zhang Xianqi moved, this time targeting He Yiner with the broadsword in his hand.

Instantly, He Yiner’s hair stood on end, feeling an aura of death shrouding her entire body.

“Damn.”

Zhou Deng and Lu Zhiwen unhesitatingly blocked in front of He Yiner.

Wei Jing wanted to act, but his body twitched a few times, powerless. Although he wasn’t dead, he was immobilized, and even the supernatural power in his body was disturbed, slightly out of control.

This slash seemed not only to sever the body but also the connection to the supernatural.

Without Yang Jian, Li Leping, and Leuk San blocking the front, plus Wei Jing and Li Jun successively falling, such an assault is hard to withstand anymore because there simply aren’t enough hands.

But Yang Jian and the others did not stop their steps, nor did they even look back.

Because hesitating means the failure of splitting up, once you’ve made the decision, you can’t easily give up.

Looking back and forth is a major taboo.

However, at this moment.

A slightly blurry, elderly figure stood in front of He Yiner, Zhou Deng, and Lu Zhiwen.

The terrifying attack fell but was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no unusual occurrence.

Everyone was safe and sound.

“Summoning was successful.”

He Yiner broke out in a cold sweat all over, gripping the memorial tablet tightly, staring at the elderly figure that was gradually becoming clearer in front of her.

Even she didn’t know what kind of ghost-controller she had summoned this time.

She only knew it’s one of the trump cards of Taiping Ancient Town, absolutely not to be used unless in an emergency.

“Hmm?”

The five Zhang Xiangguang showed a hint of unusual expression simultaneously.

“It seems a formidable spirit visitor has come, not on the same level as the previous three spirit visitors.”

Quickly, he made his judgment.

Quickly.

This old man steadied his figure, his whole body decayed, stained with earth, like a corpse dug out from a grave, even with a missing piece on the face, seemingly rotting.

Yet it was such an existence, rotating his black, pupil-less eyes, glanced around, his gaze lingering slightly on Yang Jian, or rather, the huge black shadow under Yang Jian’s feet, as if recognizing the Ghost Shadow.

“Did the Soul Summoner from Taiping Ancient Town summon me?”

The decayed old man murmured, his voice strange, proving that he still retained consciousness and hadn’t turned into a real fierce ghost.

He Yiner breathed a slight sigh of relief hearing this sentence.

The more terrifying the presence, the higher the risk of losing control after summoning, summoning a terrible fierce ghost might even want to kill the Soul Summoner.

“The dead should not come out to meddle, wouldn’t it be better to rest in peace in the past?” Zhang Xiangguang said coldly.

“You have a point, but you’re not young either, having you accompany me on the road won’t feel lonely.”

The decayed old man sighed, knowing his conscious time was short, he needed to do something.

He walked towards Zhang Xiangguang.

“The ground, something’s wrong…” Wei Jing, lying on the ground, sensed something and glanced at the ground.

Dirt appeared on the ground, dark and decayed soil.

Zhang Xiangguang also realized something, wanting to avoid contact with some medium.

But in the next moment, both his arms fell off unexpectedly, he was stunned, not knowing when his arms turned to dirt and collapsed, staggering, his legs also broke, body quickly turning into decayed soil.

“Can’t stand too close to him, his supernatural power uses earth as a medium, eroding the living, and this soil must be some terrible Grave Soil, able to suppress the supernatural…”

Zhang Xiangguang stared at this decayed old man closely, then his head also disintegrated, turning into a pile of soil.

A total of five people, unable to resist, leaving only five mounds, like ancient graves standing in place.

A confrontation.

Zhang Xiangguang lost completely.

But this decayed old man’s body was no longer clear, beginning to blur again.

Obviously, the stronger the spirit visitor’s supernatural power, the harder it is to maintain for long.

“Good.” Zhou Deng was instantly excited seeing this scene.

He Yiner was also delighted, the spirit visitor she summoned far exceeded her expectations, much stronger than the previous three spirits.

“Was it really that easy to take them out?” Wei Jing was incredulous.

He had fought with Zhang Xiangguang, although Zhang Xiangguang hadn’t displayed other supernatural powers, one thing was certain, he was very hard to kill. Be it the Fatal Curse, the oppression of a fierce ghost, or attacks on consciousness could all be withstood, even with that strange broadsword, exceedingly formidable.

But all of this was insignificant in front of this decayed old man.

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