Chapter 244: Immortality

"Haha!"

After studying them for a while, Yan Bingbing first breathed a sigh of relief, and then laughed out loud.

Liao Yifang asked curiously: "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Bingbing wiped her sweat: "I'm laughing at that Meat-Cutting Ghost for not understanding the basic principles of photography!"

She was a reporter.

And also a photography enthusiast; all five machines were brought to the island by her team, so she knew the structure of these machines like the back of her hand.

Two video cameras were of the same model, and the three cameras were also of the same model.

And although the Meat-Cutting Ghost's blade was sharp, it was simply too small, which limited the damage caused; so after observing for a while, Yan Bingbing judged that she could use these scraps to piece together a usable camera or video recorder!

Yan Bingbing's conclusion.

Made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

It was like the feeling of being at the entrance of the college entrance exam hall, suddenly realizing you forgot your admission ticket, and while in a state of distress, finding out your parents had already delivered it.

With this relaxation.

Everyone suddenly felt that their whole body was aching; the wounds cut by the Meat-Cutting Ghost had been bleeding non-stop, and if the wounds hadn't been so thin and shallow, someone would probably have suffered from excessive blood loss by now.

So everyone first helped Yan Bingbing apply medicine and wrap bandages, and lit a lamp for her to focus on gathering the scraps.

Then they treated each other's wounds; after a long time, the wounds were finally bandaged, and everyone was wrapped in blood-stained bandages, looking like they had just come off the battlefield.

Here, one must thank Yan Ting again.

If he hadn't packed a large amount of basic supplies in the container, they would have had to tear their clothes to bandage their wounds.

Then everyone gathered around Yan Bingbing, watching her eagerly as she pieced together the parts of the two video cameras; although they looked much more battered than before, with a battle-damaged style, they looked like they could work.

Wu Xian urged: "Turn it on quickly and take a look!"

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Yan Bingbing carefully turned on the power, and the cracked screen displayed images as normal, which raised cheers in the room.

This meant that they hadn't reached the brink; as long as they protected this video camera, they still had a way to live.

But immediately.

Wu Xian realized something was wrong.

"Where is the Screen Ghost? Where is the Belly Ghost?"

After they used the Screen Ghost's belly to seal the Belly Ghost, they would often turn on the video camera, and every time before the video camera's screen was used normally, the Screen Ghost would appear to show her presence.

She would hold her belly, which was getting bigger and bigger, already exceeding that of a normal pregnant woman, wailing in pain, cursing with resentment...

But this time.

Nothing appeared!

Could it be that the Belly Ghost had escaped?

This made everyone's mood a bit bad; if the Belly Ghost and the Starving Ghost appeared together, that scene would be almost unsolvable...

Then Yan Bingbing used the parts of the three cameras to piece together another camera; with these two machines, their operation could continue.

Just as it got dark, they prepared to set off for the summit.

Now, although some accidents had occurred, they couldn't delay too late, so after everyone rested for a while, they walked toward the circular room at the summit.

When leaving, Liao Yifang supported Old Lady Liu.

At the very beginning, this old lady had keen observation skills, performing much better than the young newcomers, but as time passed, she gradually felt unable to keep up, her movements slowed down, and sometimes she needed others to support her to stand up...

"Sigh..."

Wu Xian sighed.

"Papa, Papa."

"Will the Yan King be very scary? After he escapes, will he fulfill his promise?"

Amidst the sound of gongs and drums, a beautiful girl wearing a black robe asked the middle-aged man beside her; this middle-aged man was walking at the very front of the procession, looking like the leader.

The man's expression twisted for a moment, but immediately became kind; he touched the girl's head and said.

"Do not be rude to the Yan King; what the Yan King promises will definitely be fulfilled. If it is not fulfilled, then it must be that we haven't done enough."

"But the Yan King..."

"Shut up!"

The girl closed her mouth, but a look of unease appeared on her face.

That man was named Wan Shixiong; his surface identity was a well-known big businessman, but his actual identity was the leader of a secret cult. This secret cult worshipped the "Eighteen Hells Yan King," whom they respectfully referred to as the "Yan King" in daily life.

And the girl was named Wan Xiuling, the adopted daughter Wan Shixiong had raised for ten years.

Since being adopted, she had been cared for meticulously; except for not being allowed to have a boyfriend, Wan Shixiong gave her the best of everything else.

Therefore, to her, Wan Shixiong was closer than her biological father.

But only Wan Shixiong's faith was something she truly couldn't accept; every time she saw that red-robed, black-faced idol, she felt the idol's gaze was extremely aggressive, as if it wanted to devour her.

Coming to Wonder Island this time, she felt an instinctive fear, as if something terrifying was about to happen.

As they walked.

Someone from behind ran over and whispered two sentences in Wan Shixiong's ear, but Wan Shixiong just waved his hand indifferently.

Wan Xiuling tightened her clothes, feeling even colder.

She had just heard the conversation between them; two people in the procession had disappeared, but her father didn't care at all.

Looking up at the mountain, it was brightly lit, and the building at the summit seemed to be glowing.

A look of fanaticism appeared in Wan Shixiong's eyes.

"Up the mountain, pilgrimage!"

A group of several dozen people, carrying tributes, slowly walked up the mountain; on both sides of the steps hung ghostly green lanterns, and under the lanterns were individual figures dressed in ancient costumes.

These figures all had pale faces, with only their lips being bright red, and their faces with non-human features looked particularly terrifying under the green lanterns.

Wan Xiuling grabbed Wan Shixiong's arm, her legs feeling a bit weak.

It wasn't just her.

Other young people in the procession were also so scared that their lips were trembling and their faces were as white as if they had been painted with flour, but the older people were even more excited to see this scene.

Wan Xiuling carefully observed the people on the side of the road.

She discovered that these people's gazes were gradually becoming lively, and their eyes were placed on her intentionally or unintentionally; that look was the same feeling she had when facing the idol.

Full of aggression, as if it wanted to swallow her into its belly!

Suddenly.

A gust of wind blew.

The hat of a person on the side of the road was blown off.

He hurriedly bent down to pick up the hat; after picking it up, he placed the hat on his neck... because when he had just bent down to pick up the hat, his head had fallen off from under his neck!

"Papa, Papa... he, he, he!"

Wan Xiuling anxiously shook Wan Shixiong's arm, but Wan Shixiong just patted her head.

"He is a ghost... not just him; everything we have seen since coming up the mountain is a ghost!"

"But having ghosts is normal!"

"The Yan King is the god of the Netherworld; seeing ghosts proves that we have found the true god, and only such a god can... grant me immortality!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 245 =====