Chapter 117

In the standoff, Wu Xian squinted, assessing the situation in the guest room tomb.

First, the Farmer Apparition and the Slightly Fat Apparition were already dead—killed by Wu Xian and Guan Daorong; the Raincoat Apparition, the Yellow-Haired Apparition, the Fashionable Apparition, and Luo Xiang remained alive.

As for the humans.

Aside from Huang Anzong, who was killed at the start, all six were unharmed—not even a scratch.

Now these four apparitions remained in the center of the room, their corpses visible, movements bizarre, terrifying beyond measure.

But beyond being frightening.

To Lotus Juanren and the newcomers, they were no longer so fearsome.

Aside from the initial few days of politeness, the life he led in his aunt's home would be like this!

No familial affection, only hatred.

Guan Daorong's parents had modest wealth, but both died in a car accident when he was ten.

Four flickering yellow flames trembled slightly, making everyone's hearts tremble along with them.

From inside the table at the center of the room, a woman suddenly crawled out!

The woman wore a black dress, her chest flat, her face stunningly beautiful—it was the Black Dress Apparition corresponding to Du E!

The most relaxed one was Guan Daorong.

Wu Xian froze for a moment, then immediately lunged toward the oil lamp by the door, shouting loudly.

Suddenly, the large hole seemed to come alive, screaming like a mouth.

"No matter what she intends, it won't be good for us!"

His cousin hated him because his arrival reduced his cousin's allowance.

Wu Xian licked his lips.

The room was so dark now, everyone was separated, and the apparitions' locations were unknown…

Du E swallowed hard, Hu Yunkuan broke into a fresh sweat, Huo Gai had never relaxed, and Driver Old Zhao's expression was even more wrinkled than a chrysanthemum…

The apparitions had hidden again!

The air was utterly silent—even the sound of one's own heartbeat could be heard.

A new development suddenly appeared.

He was sent to live with his aunt.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

Looking at it this way.

Before going to his aunt's home, Guan Daorong had already defined his self-positioning.

Everyone else could see that these attacking apparitions were none other than the deceased passengers, at most adding Luo Xiang.

The third spot was in the opposite corner, where Huo Gai stood alone, looking pitiful—but his face showed little fear, which made Wu Xian regard him with new respect.

He felt this environment suited him perfectly—no rules, no constraints, no fear of being caught, allowing him to reveal his true self.

"Scattered in three places…"

His aunt had her own child; he didn't expect to be treated like a biological son—he had to be sensible, take initiative, and repay his aunt in the future…

The black dress grew larger, even enveloping the entire room; everyone was beneath the Black Dress Woman's skirt, instantly seeing nothing.

But what he never expected was.

The apparitions' sudden attack was, in fact, the correct choice.

Wu Xian frowned.

After emerging, the Black Dress Woman crawled onto the table with a crunching sound, her joints and bones visibly misaligned; once atop the table, she stood upright and began to dance gracefully.

Du E stepped forward and pulled out the identical straw effigy she had prepared in advance.

Everyone present had at least worshipped twice and gained self-preservation abilities; these apparitions were merely common-grade—this diminished while that grew, the balance of power had already reversed.

Just as Wu Xian was about to deduce his next move.

Should they rush forward together and eliminate the four apparitions?

Or should they first regroup and methodically deal with the apparitions?

Wu Xian had not yet gathered enough qi-blood to activate his Hard Qi Skill, so he decided to remain cautious for now.

The second spot was near the chamber pot, where Driver Old Zhao and Guan Daorong stood.

"Aaaah!"

Amidst maddening screams, the Black Dress Apparition began spinning rapidly; her dress grotesquely expanded, and even Huo Gai hiding in the corner felt a gust of wind pressure.

But now, the only light in the room came from four oil lamps: two near the door where Wu Xian stood, and only one elsewhere—if Wu Xian hadn't suddenly warned them, the lamps might have been fewer still.

So much so that, to Wu Xian, the apparitions seemed more like experience packets.

This made Wu Xian slightly puzzled.

…

"Click, click-click…"

Why would she suddenly start dancing? Her intent was too hard to guess.

Crack!

Du E struck with lethal force.

At this moment, the Black Dress Apparition faced Wu Xian and the others; suddenly, a tremendous force struck her, her head twisted a full circle, her occiput now facing everyone.

The first spot was near the entrance to the guest room, the most spacious area, where Wu Xian, Du E, and Hu Yunkuan stood.

Whoosh!

The darkness lasted only an instant—the black dress vanished.

"It's the wind! Protect the oil lamps! She's trying to extinguish every light in the room!"

These dead passengers had protected them while on the bus, so Wu Xian guessed they needed living people to take their place at the banquet.

"This is slightly troublesome."

Though her joints moved independently, a human could never replicate her posture, yet her dance held an eerie beauty—perhaps she had been a dancer in life.

The guest room was large; the four oil lamps alone could not illuminate the entire space, and worse still, after that wave of darkness passed, all the malevolent entities vanished!

Although two malevolent entities had died on the spot, they had prevented the humans from gathering in a safe location, making further killings possible; otherwise, six living people together, with their ritual tools coordinating, would have rendered these malevolent entities nothing but experience gains for the humans.

The black-dress entity halted her dance, her movements slowing significantly—clearly injured. She extended her arm, brushed aside the hair at the back of her head, and revealed a large hole there.

There were many lamps in the guest room, but none had covers; if the wind pressure stirred by the black-dress entity was strong enough, it could plunge the entire room into total darkness.

Was it hiding in the shadows, or was it not even in the guest room grave?

Wu Xian then stopped watching the malevolent entities and turned his attention to the living. After the sudden disruption, the six of them had been completely separated; there were three larger open areas in the room, each with someone standing in it.

But it was not yet time for the banquet—why had they launched the attack?

Furthermore, among the attacking dead passengers, only those corresponding to Wu Xian, Huo Gai, Hu Yun, and Guan Daorong appeared—then where were the ghosts corresponding to Du E and the driver, Old Zhao?

Among the six present.

Du E arranged the straw dolls into a dancing posture and chanted a spell; when the black-dress entity performed a movement identical to one of the dolls, she would have bound herself to the straw doll.

The fleeting sense of safety among the humans vanished instantly, plunging them back into the fear of unknown death.

If the humans were not together, planning strategies or launching attacks became fraught with difficulty; yet gathering together carried its own risks.

Everyone felt uneasy, watching her movements grow faster and her posture increasingly strange and inhuman.

Wu Xian licked his lips; he had a slight doubt about the lanterns, but now was not the time to consider it.

His uncle beat him, every time he drank, using him as a punching bag—he had never been unbruised.

His aunt mocked him every day, sneering that his arrival had brought their family nothing but hardship…

(End of Chapter)