Chapter 1290 - 1257: A Special Scene

“What’s going on, the darkness has dispersed?”

When Leuk San exited the abandoned school building, he found that the darkness surrounding them had vanished.

He knew that darkness was the Ghost Envoy’s Ghost Domain.

He had gotten separated when he turned back and was worried about being stalked by the Ghost Envoy. He didn’t expect the greatest nearby danger to disappear in the blink of an eye.

“It was resolved by a spirit summoned by He Yiner. We’re not entirely sure of the specifics. By the way, how are things on your side? Yang Jian, Li Leping? Has Zhang Xiangguang been dealt with?” Lu Zhiwen immediately asked.

Zhou Deng and He Yiner also looked at him, hoping for good news.

“Zhang Xiangguang had a struggle with us in the classroom. He seems to have been seriously injured, and his life or death is unknown. Now Yang Jian is there to clean up, and Li Leping is in a very strange state, suspected of losing control, so he retreated first. I’m also in bad shape and can’t continue fighting,” Leuk San said with a grim expression.

Lu Zhiwen immediately frowned: “If you tally it up, Li Jun, Wei Jing, Li Leping, and you have all lost combat capability, leaving just me, Zhou Deng, and He Yiner. But He Yiner has already played her trump card, and her ability to summon spirits is likely limited. Zhang Xiangguang might not be dead, so this situation is really not looking good.”

“Luckily, the Ghost Envoy wandering nearby has been temporarily handled, so we can breathe a little easier. But with this, the hidden enemy might also attack us.”

“Don’t worry, I’m still here. As long as I’m alive, I won’t let you get hurt.”

Zhou Deng stepped up at this point, confidently stating.

He Yiner glanced aside: “Stop bragging, from the start till now, you’ve just stolen a knife from Zhang Xiangguang, not very useful.”

“It’s just not the right time to act yet,” Zhou Deng said. “The trump card is used at the end.”

“Zhou Deng is not wrong, given the current situation, if more danger arises, Zhou Deng and I will step up. Until now, I haven’t acted, and the opponent has insufficient intelligence on me, which is an opportunity,” Lu Zhiwen said expressionlessly.

“We’ll see what you can do then.”

He Yiner said, “I can’t summon a spirit like the last one again. This time, I brought only a spirit tablet, but I’m in good condition and can still take action.”

“In this case, the situation might not be that bad either,” Leuk San said.

After all, three captains could still fight. The opponent, Zhang Xiangguang, had suffered serious injuries, and with Yang Jian still around, and the Ghost Envoy crisis resolved, they still had the confidence to fight.

Meanwhile.

Not far from the abandoned elementary school.

Chen Qiaoyang and Zhang Xian also noticed the changes here.

The sudden disappearance of the Ghost Envoy was beyond everyone’s plan.

“The Ghost Envoy was taken care of. I saw a huge old grave bury the Ghost Envoy, along with a captain from headquarters named Wei Jing,” Chen Qiaoyang squinted his eyes, looking at a patch of open ground near the abandoned elementary school.

The area had been shrouded in darkness before.

But after the darkness cleared, there was an eerie old grave.

The old grave was large, like a mound, without a tombstone. The soil was abnormal, dark, and foul-smelling, imbued with an eerie aura.

“Without the Ghost Envoy, these captains are essentially freed. What do you intend to do now? Don’t tell me there’s no contingency for this sort of situation?” Chen Qiaoyang turned to Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian’s face remained calm, not in a hurry: “It’s best to kill these captains, but if we can’t, stalling them is also a success. However, they’re in a bad state now, so to prevent any surprises, it’s more stable to take them out. But this will require your help as a Ghost Shepherd.”

“Just hold on a bit.”

After saying this, Zhang Xian left for a while. When he came back, he was holding a cage.

This cage was bizarre, square-shaped, not made of wood but of bones pieced together, with a copper lock securing it. The inside was pitch-black, with eerie hands attempting to grab and escape, but all in vain.

“This is a Ghost Cage, imprisoning many vengeful spirits accumulated over the years. Releasing them will undoubtedly be perilous,” Zhang Xian said, intending to open the Ghost Cage and let the spirits out.

Chen Qiaoyang’s eyes flickered: “You want me to drive the ghosts towards those captains? To exhaust them with ghosts, your method is ruthless. One mishap and Shuangqiao Town could be destroyed, and the Ghost Painting World might turn into hell.”

“Extreme situations call for extreme measures. These ghosts aren’t all that terrifying, we can imprison them again as we did once before, though it might just waste some time,” Zhang Xian said.

“If that’s the case, then let’s do it.”

Chen Qiaoyang’s lips curled into a cold smile; this was his first time handling ghosts to such an extent.

“Then let’s begin.”

Zhang Xian said nothing, just took out a key and unlocked the copper lock on the Ghost Cage.

Once the lock was opened, he immediately tossed the cage forward.

“Bang!”

Instantly, ghostly arms reached out from the cage, and terrifying figures appeared nearby, with even Ghost Domains emerging.

Chen Qiaoyang didn’t dare let his guard down. His arm was bleeding, and the dripping blood formed words: Move Forward.

He directed the vengeful spirits, leading them forward.

It was like herding sheep, guiding their path.

However, Yang Jian, still in the abandoned school building, realized Zhang Xiangguang’s intention and quickly turned back.

“Zhang Xiangguang’s target isn’t me; it’s Zhou Deng, He Yiner, and the others. Everyone is at their weakest now, and he’s trying to take out the compromised captains. The appearance of the oil lamp signifies there are not just five Zhang Xiangguangs in this school building, but six; he has one hidden.”

“Or perhaps, the one in hiding is the real one.”

Yang Jian pondered as he hurried back.

However, it was already too late.

A blurred figure emerged beside Leuk San, He Yiner, Zhou Deng, growing clearer as it approached.

“It’s Zhang Xiangguang,” Leuk San’s eyes focused.

“I’ll handle him,” Zhou Deng immediately dashed forward.

“Honestly, I’m in bad shape right now, even terrible. So, this is my last attack. If you endure, you’re safe; if not, you’ll die.”

Zhang Xiangguang’s voice rang out. As he appeared, the light grew increasingly bright before becoming nearly blinding.

But as the light reached its peak, blinding everyone, everything rapidly returned to normal.

“Hmm?”

He Yiner was the quickest to open her eyes, but what she saw left her stunned.

This was no longer the playground of the abandoned school but a dilapidated private school filled with students. But those students appeared devoid of color, dressed in black, pale like corpses. And strangely, they were among them.

“What’s going on?” He Yiner was dumbfounded.

“This isn’t real. It’s a scene constructed by some supernatural occurrence, not in reality. It’s likely within my consciousness…”

Lu Zhiwen said, also sitting at a desk, unable to move.

He didn’t want to move, but he couldn’t.

Leuk San was also nearby, trying to struggle, but found it futile: “It seems that our consciousness has been bound by some supernatural power. This should be Zhang Xiangguang’s doing. Is he finally using his supernatural strength now?”

“Apart from being unable to move, it seems there’s nothing wrong.”

Zhou Deng said, sitting at a desk like a student.

“It seems that only the four of us have entered this constructed supernatural world of consciousness; Yang Jian and Li Leping are not here. This indicates that Zhang Xiangguang has changed his strategy this time, aiming to take all four of us in one go.”

He glanced around.

Seated around him were He Yiner, Lu Zhiwen, and Zhou Deng.

However, this private school was not small.

There were at least twenty or thirty eerie students sitting around, and they seemed out of place mixed with them.

Yet here, they couldn’t control themselves and had to remain motionless.

“Is there any way to break free from this bondage and return to reality?” He Yiner asked.

Leuk San replied: “The one who’s proficient in supernatural matters is Shen Lin, but he disappeared during the last Ghost Lake incident… Another person should be Yang Jian. It seems there’s a strange Evil Hound with him that knows about supernatural attacks on consciousness. But Yang Jian isn’t here; he stayed in that building to look for Zhang Xiangguang.”

“It seems the opponent noticed Yang Jian is absent and wants to take advantage of the time before Yang Jian reacts to eliminate us,” He Yiner said solemnly.

“The enemy is cunning,” Zhou Deng said with a sigh.

But as they were speaking, the old private school’s door creaked open.

A chill rushed in.

Footsteps sounded as an eerie person, dressed in old, lifeless clothes, walked in, clutching a rusty machete.

Zhang Xiangguang?

No, this is not Zhang Xiangguang.

The person’s appearance was unfamiliar, with wrinkles on the face, covered in patches of black and blue marks, devoid of any vitality, like a corpse dead for seven days coming back to life.

“It’s a ghost!”

The thought immediately popped into the minds of the four.

The ghost, machete in hand, walked in, leaving everyone unable to move, like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

“Isn’t it? Does Zhang Xiangguang still have this trick?” Zhou Deng wondered uncertainly.

“Shh, don’t speak.” He Yiner immediately cautioned.

The ghost seemed to have heard Zhou Deng’s words, turning its lifeless face in their direction.

After a brief pause, the ghost, holding the machete, slowly began to walk towards them.

“Is it really coming?” Zhou Deng hastily shut his mouth, eyes wide open, continuing to try to struggle.

But still to no avail.

This place wasn’t outside; it seemed impossible to use supernatural strength to resist.

The ghost walked only a few steps before suddenly stopping, then swiftly raised the machete to chop off a student’s head nearby.

The unfamiliar student remained motionless, and after the head was chopped off, the body quickly disappeared, leaving nothing behind, freeing up a seat.

The ghost continued to walk towards Zhou Deng.

After a few steps, the machete was raised and chopped down again.

Another unfamiliar student disappeared in front of their eyes, leaving an empty seat.

“This ghost’s actions seem completely random.”

Leuk San shivered inwardly, feeling that if they stayed here any longer, they’d eventually be targeted by the ghost and killed with a single chop.

If they died here, their selves outside would most likely die too.

Yet this situation left them powerless to resist.

At this moment.

A student, pale and wearing black clothes, suddenly spoke; “To survive here, you must rely on luck, there’s no other way out. I want to see how you fare, if you’ll be chosen by the ghost.”

“Zhang Xiangguang?”

Upon hearing this voice, everyone turned their gaze to him.

“I’m here like you, if the ghost chooses me, then I’ll die too. But with four of you and only one of me, the survival probability is slightly higher for me,” Zhang Xiangguang continued.

“I see, is this your final attack?” Lu Zhiwen said.

Zhang Xiangguang replied: “Fighting to this point, I can’t beat you, your strength indeed exceeded my expectations. But I also have contingency plans for the unexpected, as I’ve been planning for so long; I can’t lose.”

“So you plan to perish together with us?” He Yiner said coldly.

“Perhaps we’ll die, but my plan will succeed,” Zhang Xiangguang said, “Besides, my role is to keep you captains here to prevent you from interfering with me.”

As he spoke, the ghost approached again.

With a chop, another student’s head rolled to the ground.

Zhou Deng broke out in cold sweat.

Because the ghost was standing right in front of him, less than two meters away, and the student who got their head chopped was sitting right in front of him.

He had almost been chosen.

“Just brushed by danger.” Zhou Deng’s heart raced wildly.

But at this moment, Zhang Xiangguang added: “This ghost’s random killing supernatural game won’t stop without my permission. You can be relieved for now, but as the people diminish here, you’ll eventually be chosen last, it’s just a matter of time.”

“So it still depends on luck? It’s not certain death?” Zhou Deng said, but he quickly shut his mouth upon seeing the ghost nearby.

“It’s luck-based, if the ghost chooses Zhang Xiangguang first, then the game ends,” Leuk San said coldly.

Yet inwardly, he felt unlucky.

He thought he could take a temporary step back and leave things to Yang Jian, not expecting Zhang Xiangguang to be so dishonorable, turning against the weak and vulnerable instead.

“Bang!”

Another head rolled to the ground.

Another unfamiliar student was lost beside Zhou Deng.

He was lucky, both individuals ahead and behind were gone, yet he was still alive.

The ghost, machete in hand, ignored Zhou Deng and continued forward.

At this moment, He Yiner became nervous.

Passing Zhou Deng, the ghost was soon at her side.

Looking at Zhang Xiangguang, he had chosen a good position, far away, with no immediate risk of being picked and eliminated.

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