"Mist! Seal up the whole village for me, not even an ant is allowed to leave!"
"Nightmare! I don’t want to see anything alive awake in the village after one minute!"
"Hanged Ghost! Summon a rope on everyone’s neck, hang anyone who causes trouble!"
Under Wu Liang’s furious commanding shouts, the Fierce Ghosts emerged from his shadow one after another to carry out their tasks.
Jiang Min couldn’t see the appearance of the Fierce Ghosts; she only felt the eerie wind roaring around, and the personality of the guy who was normally cheerful and lively became increasingly terrifying.
The next second, an irresistible wave of drowsiness surged in her heart!
Before she could react, the scenery around her began to spin wildly, and her eyelids grew heavy as she fell to the ground and directly passed out.
"The dream... has begun..."
In the instant she closed her eyes, Jiang Min’s mind conjured up another supernatural foresight dream.
She saw the entire village shrouded in a fog so thick you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, with numerous indistinct Fierce Ghosts rampaging through various places, slaughtering wantonly.
The sky was a blur of crimson, and rivers of blood flowed—an inadequately vivid depiction of this Hellish scene...
"Let’s go! Follow me down the mountain to kill the ghost!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Wu Liang disappeared from his original spot.
And the hand that had climbed out from the tomb earlier was somehow now excavated, with the whole corpse torn into pieces no larger than a palm.
The entire grave mound was stained a conspicuous blood red.
Descending the mountain, Wu Liang returned to his old house, stepping heavily, only to see Ms. Yang lying unconscious in the yard, her body even covered in wounds.
Beside Ms. Yang stood a "Wu Liang" indistinguishable in appearance from himself.
At this moment, he hung suspended in mid-air by a coarse hemp rope.
But strangely enough, even in this state, that "Wu Liang" was still flailing his limbs, struggling towards Ms. Yang.
Judging by the injuries on her body, it seemed that they were his doing.
"Not pulled into the Nightmare’s dream? What are you?" Wu Liang raised an eyebrow and approached slowly.
Nightmare drags anything conscious into the dream realm to fall asleep, even Fierce Ghosts are no exception—so what’s the deal with this guy carrying his face?
Without a moment’s hesitation, Wu Liang stepped forward and tore off the entire face of this guy!
Instinctively, a stench of rot filled the air, causing him to frown deeply.
"A corpse, it seems?"
No wonder Nightmare didn’t succeed in pulling it into the dream realm; how could a corpse dream?
The next second, Wu Liang transformed his hand into a kitchen knife ghost characteristic, and sliced off the entire head of the opponent, only to find the body still writhing incessantly.
"Ah Liang... what’s going on here?"
Before Wu Liang could continue his action, Aunt Wang’s voice came from outside the yard.
Only her voice now was hoarser than before, as if her vocal cords had snapped and leaked like a sibilant hiss.
The door was forcibly slammed open.
Outside stood not only Aunt Wang but also Butcher Li and other surrounding villagers, even Wang who had been buried in peace for two years stood among them.
Many who had long passed had traces of yellow dirt on them, perhaps recently excavated from graves.
All of them, with their indistinct voices, jumbled and broken by their damaged cords, said intermittently: "We... are all family... whatever there’s to be said should be spoken..."
The whole scene looked like a zombie siege, even a glance revealed all had faces familiar to Wu Liang.
The anger in his eyes burned even fiercer!
"You! You’ve killed them all and made puppets out of the corpses! How dare you!" Wu Liang shouted furiously.
Then he lifted his foot and crushed the still struggling headless corpse to pieces.
The next second, the remaining Fierce Ghosts in his shadow emerged one after another, glaring at the scene of puppet villagers made from corpses.
Taking a deep breath, after calming down a bit, Wu Liang stated in a heavy tone: "Set them free..."
Immediately, the yard was engulfed in eerie gusts, with Fierce Ghosts cutting through the corpses swiftly, bisecting them!
The whole array of village corpses were harvested like grass, and even though their bodies remained active after separation, the Fierce Ghosts had to tear every corpse to the point of complete immobility.
A mist of blood dyed the sky over Wangsheng Village red, with the grasses turning a dark hue.
Standing in the center of the yard, Wu Liang silently extracted the Ghost Compendium from his mind, reciting the name ’Wangsheng Village’ for a search.
He expected that on this rural trip, there wouldn’t be a need to search for supernatural occurrences outside, thus he didn’t check the contents of the Ghost Compendium before arriving.
To his surprise, this place was already thoroughly corrupted by Fierce Ghosts!
Moments passed, and a page appeared in the Ghost Compendium, clearly recording—
[Corpse Concealing Ghost]
[Discovery time: Disaster Calendar Year 5, July 14]
[Discovery location: Wangsheng Village Shrine in Chengyang City, Jiangling County, Huaxia, discovered by Wang Jing]
[Characteristics: Prefers to hide within worshiped statues or corpses, after killing it enables corpses to continue living like normal, and can trace the existence of target’s blood relatives, favoring the slaughter of every bloodline of the target until only a ghost city remains]
[Weakness: Exists as long as one corpse it personally killed remains, by destroying all corpses and initial statues, it can be vanquished] Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs noⅴelfire.net
"This suits me perfectly!"
Wu Liang snapped the Ghost Compendium shut, and strode resolutely towards the shrine.
There stood the village’s lone deity statue, originally Quanyin Bodhisattva meant to bless peace.
Bless peace... haha...
Who’d have thought the source was coming from here, quite ironic indeed!
Wu Liang strode forth, surrounded by banshee-like cries and desperate wails, including some already damaged mouths howling through incomplete vocal cords.
The ghosts parted the road as he went.
He seemed like a Demon King walking in a living world, flanked by Hellish Evil Ghosts plundering, clearing a path for him.
"Ah Liang... committing such unspeakable slaughter... won’t you fear divine retribution from God Buddha?" Aunt Wang’s raspy voice echoed from behind.
She cuddled pitiful but innocent-looking infants in her arms.
The Fierce Ghosts slowly approached them, clearly showing tears on the faces of those babies.
But all this was deception...
Deep inside, Wu Liang knew they had died already, now merely parroting phrases aligned with their personalities according to memories from life.
Corpse Concealing Ghost, truly a venomous existence!
Yet it underestimated Wu Liang’s firm resolve.
As Wu Liang turned and tore them apart by hand, his emotions dissolved into unflinching resolve, simply muttering:
"Divine punishment upon me from God Buddha? Then let them come. I want to retort, when the supernatural calamity struck, when people cried out for salvation, when my parents were murdered..."
"Where were they, God and Buddha, at that moment?"
"Here lies no God, only me."