The day is nearing twilight.
The entire sky has been dyed a deep orange-red, and the dense mist in the village has long since dissipated without notice, with the shadows of the eaves stretching long under the sunset.
"Hiss... my head hurts... what happened?" Sister Yang groggily sat up from the ground, gritting her teeth in pain from her wounds.
She carefully recalled what had happened before she fell asleep.
She still remembered that after running out of the old house, she had already realized something was amiss in the village and took the opportunity to use her abilities to test the villagers.
[Spiritual Domination: Allows direct control over a target’s mind, manipulating their actions and thoughts]
This was Sister Yang’s ability, and in a certain sense, it was quite powerful!
Because this ability can be used not only on ordinary people but also to control the Awakened.
Imagine Sister Yang controlling a group of Awakened individuals with various abilities, executing commands like a hive, forming an army with terrifying execution power!
It was precisely because of this special ability that she realized the villagers here were most likely not alive.
Because, the Spiritual Domination had no effect.
When Sister Yang attempted to use Spiritual Domination on a villager to pour herself a cup of water, she found the person completely ignored her command!
Puzzled, she used Spiritual Domination on every villager she came into contact with, only to find it invariably ineffective on all of them!
At that moment, she realized the villagers might not be alive at all.
Using Spiritual Domination on corpses is like trying to make a rock speak; the target is a dead object, there’s no mind to control!
She then hurried back to the old house to inform Wu Liang and the others, but unexpectedly, Wu Liang approached with ill intent, swinging a scythe at her.
Normally, she could easily dodge a scythe attack with her skills, but...
"Damn it, why did I suddenly feel drowsy back then?"
Rubbing her temples, Sister Yang spoke with some frustration.
At the time, for some reason, her mind suddenly dulled, and her vision blurred. Struggling to keep her spirits up, she barely managed to dodge the sharp blade but was knocked down by a follow-up heavy blow.
Then, she was enveloped by an irresistible drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.
"Let me catch who did this!" Sister Yang gritted her teeth in anger.
Standing up in a huff, just about to go out and search for the real Wu Liang and others, Sister Yang suddenly felt as if she had stepped on something squishy.
"Ah! What the hell is this!"
Exclaiming in shock, she found she was stepping on a mangled corpse!
It should be... a corpse?
After all, it was completely unrecognizable, with even the facial skin torn off, not to mention the body and limbs were ripped into pieces.
"This is bad! Wu Liang, Jiang Min!"
Sister Yang felt a grave sense of unease. If the corpse puppets in the village were the work of a Fierce Ghost, it meant a supernatural event had already erupted here!
Wu Liang and Jiang Min, two ordinary people, must be in grave danger during the time she was asleep!
She quickly pushed open the courtyard door to go out and look for them, but this action caused her to witness a scene she would never forget.
From the courtyard door, stretching to the road leading to the village center, was a view painted entirely in blood red.
Broken limbs and shattered skulls were scattered everywhere; internal organs and exposed bones discarded carelessly by the roadside, she couldn’t even find a single identifiable or intact corpse.
The stench of blood was overwhelming, making her nauseous.
"Ugh... what in the world happened!"
After retching, Sister Yang pinched her nose, suppressing her discomfort as she walked down the road, wanting to find out how this scene had come to be and who could have committed such atrocities.
Following the trail of blood, she arrived at the ancestral hall and was completely stunned.
Two people who looked nearly identical sat on the steps of the ancestral hall, one with a face marred by a hideous scar and a vacant stare, while the other clenched his fists as if pondering something.
Without exception, both were covered in blood, resembling evil spirits emerging from a pool of blood.
"Wu Liang... Wu Ming... was this your doing?" Sister Yang’s voice trembled.
Hearing her voice, the person deep in thought with clenched fists raised his head, forcing a wry smile and said, "Ms. Yang, you’re awake? The supernatural event has been resolved..."
With that, he suddenly collapsed forward as if completely drained.
Fortunately, the "Wu Ming" beside him caught him, preventing a fall to the ground.
"What on earth happened?" Sister Yang cautiously approached, her pupils turning into strange horizontal slits, ready to activate Spiritual Domination at any moment. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel⚑fire.net
Her entire being was filled with vigilance.
Even though the two before her, one was an ordinary person and the other a newly joined comrade from the department.
But after the slaughter of hundreds, she couldn’t guarantee the mental states of these two brothers were still stable. If they suddenly went berserk, she needed to subdue them instantly.
"Brother, help me up, I’ll explain the situation," Wu Liang instructed the Puppet Ghost beside him, who promptly executed the command.
"Ms. Yang, here’s the situation..."
Following Wu Liang’s narrative, the account unravelled —
A supernatural event broke out, Wu Ming, who had been secretly protecting his brother, sensed something wrong, used mist to shield them from falling unconscious, and after destroying the Statue of Guanyin in the ancestral hall, discovered that the Fierce Ghost could resurrect through corpses, compelling them to destroy all corpses in the village in a story filled with grief.
"I was the one who did most of it, my brother had nothing to do with it, he was just responsible for locating the main body of the Fierce Ghost." The Puppet Ghost also appropriately spoke as the embodiment of Wu Ming’s words.
After all, Wu Liang is still seen as an ordinary person by everyone, and he cannot admit to having done all those things himself.
And Wu Ming’s importance becomes apparent.
The Nightmare-induced sleep was blamed on the Corpse Concealing Ghost, the massacre of corpses was pinned on "Wu Ming," and all unexpected information was conveniently concealed.
After listening to Wu Liang’s account, Sister Yang squinted at the two brothers in front of her, hesitantly took out a phone from her pocket.
She dialed a number and reported the situation.
Then she looked at Wu Liang and said, "You two brothers stay where I can see you, someone will come to take us, and I need your cooperation for an assessment."
"What kind of assessment?"
"A psychological evaluation, I need to ensure your mental state is normal before accepting what you’ve just said as true."
To be honest, Sister Yang didn’t doubt Wu Liang’s words were lies, after all, she herself discovered the villagers were not alive.
The supernatural event in the village was undoubtedly resolved by the only two conscious brothers, that was certain.
What concerned her more now was—
Whether their psychology had become distorted!
From the previous conversation, she couldn’t detect any issues with Wu Liang and Wu Ming’s tone, it was as if they were reporting an ordinary task, with a mental stability that was bizarrely reassuring.
But that was the biggest problem!
The bodies in the entire village were torn to such a state, and just looking at them made her feel terrified and nauseous, yet the two who committed all this showed no discomfort at all.
Don’t forget, they knew the villagers here... even in this situation, they showed no emotional or mental change.
This... is too inhuman...