Chapter 238: Yama King Makes You Die at the Third Watch

The newly appeared passing ghosts were an elderly couple, who were supporting each other and walking backward.

Why were they walking backward?

This was because the heads of this elderly couple had been twisted around to face their backs; they could only see the road by using this posture!

The old couple stood on the outer side of the lobby for a while and also entered that corridor; their destination was the same as that of the previous ghost.

Liao and Shi didn't have time to discuss what kind of ghost this was; soon the fourth and fifth appeared... the two were very surprised at first, but later they became somewhat numb...

They didn't wake up the others.

All the ghosts walked into the corridor, having no influence on them, and there was no threat for the time being.

But the most important reason was that everyone was very tired now, and the night of July 7th was a very critical night; even the two of them really didn't want to conflict with the ghosts, and their eyelids were already starting to fight...

Shi Ji and Liao Yifang persisted for a while and finally finished their night watch, waking up Yan Ting and Wu Xian.

"Be careful; ghosts will pass by frequently."

Liao Yifang instructed Wu Xian, then lay on the mattress in a standard posture and closed her eyes; only ten seconds passed before a light snoring sound came out.

It could be seen how tired the two of them were.

Wu Xian still wanted to ask further, but he saw a lady wearing a blue and white bikini, tall and wearing sunglasses, walking gracefully from outside the door...

"Eh... hiss!"

Wu Xian wanted to tease her, but when the woman walked closer, he sucked in a cold breath.

These weren't sunglasses, but her eye sockets

After observing a few ghosts in succession, Wu Xian realized that these ghosts must have been attracted by the Spirit-Gathering Mirror; the excessive amount of Sha Qi had turned the room where the mirror was hung into a place of ill omen.

And places of ill omen were the favorite haunts of these types of ghosts.

Therefore, all the lonely wandering ghosts on the island were attracted and were rushing toward that place of ill omen.

"This can't go on like this..."

Wu Xian pinched his chin. He decided that once dawn broke, he would go and take the Spirit-Gathering Mirror out to bury it somewhere. If things continued like this, it was possible that the first-floor lobby where they were currently staying would also become a place of ill omen.

As for why he wouldn't go now...

First, Wu Xian had to stand guard.

Second, Wu Xian didn't want to court death...

Although these passing ghosts were terrifying, they currently posed no major threat.

Wu Xian set his mind at ease for the moment. He turned his head and saw that Yan Bingbing's shoes had secretly returned to their proper position at some point, so he walked over and kicked them over; Yan Bingbing's rapid breathing slowed down again.

"I need to keep an eye on those passing ghosts. You are also keeping watch with me, so everyone's safety is..."

Wu Xian stopped mid-sentence. He discovered that Yan Ting's state was a bit off.

Yan Ting had his back to Wu Xian, his body trembling violently as if he were terrified. Wu Xian secretly leaned over to take a look and saw that Yan Ting was holding a blood-stained mobile phone in his hands!

On the phone screen, there was a text message sent by an unknown entity.

"The time is almost here. It is time to fulfill your promise."

"You know where to come to find me. You cannot escape, no matter where you are."

Wu Xian sighed.

What was meant to come had indeed arrived.

As the ritual drew near, the Red-Robed Great Ghost began to harass Yan Ting.

Although Yan Ting didn't say it explicitly, Wu Xian had already deduced the general course of events through his discoveries over the past few days.

Yan Ting was the most important one among the original inhabitants.

He might be the physical body chosen by the Great Ghost, or he might be the offering for the Great Ghost to achieve godhood.

Therefore, the most rational approach now was to kill Yan Ting here. No matter what use Yan Ting had for the Great Ghost, as long as he died here, the Great Ghost would be unable to achieve his goal.

This was cruel.

But Wu Xian had no other choice.

He drew his dagger, feeling slightly hesitant.

Although his reason told him that doing this would yield the highest survival rate, when it came time to strike, he still felt that if he did it, he would definitely regret it later.

Perhaps now was not yet the extreme moment where he had to kill a teammate.

Just as Wu Xian was struggling with his decision, he suddenly felt a strong sense of being watched, as if an eye the size of a person was standing right in front of him, causing him to hurriedly stop his movements.

Yan Ting didn't notice Wu Xian; he was gritting his teeth and typing on his phone.

"Don't force me anymore. If you force me again, I will die for you to see!"

"Once I am dead, all your plans will fall through. The Yan family will have no bloodline left in this world!"

It wasn't that Yan Ting wasn't afraid of death.

But he knew that once he agreed to the conditions of that thing in the phone, his fate might be even more terrifying than death.

But the other party didn't care.

"You can try."

Yan Ting immediately pulled out a dagger and aimed it at his own heart, but when it came time to actually stab it in, he still hesitated.

Just like many who commit suicide, they feel they have the courage before doing it, but when it really comes time to act, they can't even bear to break their own skin.

Wu Xian leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Let me help you!"

It was hard for him to sneak-attack an unprepared teammate, but if the other party already had a death wish, then Wu Xian had no psychological barriers.

Yan Ting was startled, then nodded tremblingly.

Wu Xian grabbed Yan Ting's fist and exerted force, stabbing the dagger into Yan Ting's chest!

This action left Wu Xian's hands covered in blood, so he wiped them on the inner lining of Yan Ting's clothes.

Wu Xian didn't know why the Great Ghost didn't stop him, but since he had been given the opportunity to act, and Yan Ting himself was willing, he would go through with the kill!

But what shocked Wu Xian was that Yan Ting actually stood up!

Yan Ting pulled out the dagger, crying without tears, as the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye: "I, I seem to be unable to die anymore..."

Wu Xian licked his lips.

If the King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth.

The King of Hell is the deity in charge of life and death. Although the Red-Robed Great Ghost was only a false god, as the ritual approached, he already possessed a portion of the authority of an immortal deity.

He didn't want Yan Ting to die.

So Yan Ting would not die!

At this point, even Wu Xian had no way to deal with it.

Yan Ting was completely desperate and shook his head as he walked out the door. If he couldn't even die, what was the point of continuing to struggle?

Wu Xian could only watch Yan Ting's back disappear into the night.

He didn't stop him, and he couldn't stop him anyway...

Wu Xian didn't wake the others.

Yan Ting had already left; even if he woke them up, it wouldn't change anything. It was better to let them sleep peacefully and face tomorrow in a better state.

Afterward, Wu Xian kept watch by himself.

Although it was a bit chaotic, no further mishaps occurred.

During this time, he saw many ghosts, all attracted by the Spirit-Gathering Mirror. Their methods of death were strange and varied, many of which left Wu Xian in awe...

Drowned, crushed, choked to death by smoke, castrated to death...

Wu Xian guessed that these ghosts were likely the victims from ten years ago—no, perhaps even more. He didn't know how many ghosts had already gathered over at the Spirit-Gathering Mirror.

Suddenly, Wu Xian froze.

Another figure walked over from outside the door, but this figure was not a ghost; it was a person, and an acquaintance at that.

It was Miao Shi!

Miao Shi's body was bloated, looking even more robust than Luo Shiyi, but what was bulging wasn't muscle, but all Qi. After he entered the door, he glanced at Wu Xian briefly and then entered the corridor!

(End of Chapter)