Chapter 112: The Dead Pasture Ghost Tamer, the Peculiar He Yuelian

Just as He Yuelian was curiously gauging her own changes.

Outside the mall, a group of uninvited guests had already arrived.

"These dead people are all Ghost Tamers, everyone take note."

Zhang Xianguang, holding a large cleaver, kept staring at the few Ghost Tamers kneeling outside the mall.

"The Red and White Double Evil should be inside, but what is their purpose? He Yuelian?"

Zhang Xian, pondering, looked toward the second floor of the mall, and faintly could still see a few silhouettes there.

"Someone else has arrived, I'll go out and handle it."

Zhang Hao noticed someone breaking into the Ghost Domain and immediately left the lounge.

"You can also explore the Supernatural Incident you now control, and then quickly go abroad to find the painter."

Zhang Hao said something to He Yuelian and left the second‑floor lounge.

The next moment, Zhang Xianguang and the others, who had been checking the situation, changed complexion and became alert one by one.

"Sure enough, it's a Fierce Ghost unlike the normal ones."

"Clearly no one triggered the Killing Rule, yet it appeared on its own."

Zhang Xianguang, with a grave expression, stared at Zhang Hao and the Ghost Bride as they walked out of the mall.

When handling a Supernatural Incident normally, the trouble lies in how to approach the Source Ghost; only after locating the Source Ghost can one devise a way to imprison it.

But now it's the reverse: the Fierce Ghost, after sensing them, is actively coming to hunt them.

"Zhang Xian, take people and be ready, stand by for support, bring all the gear, especially my Oil Lamp, watch over it for me."

"Chen Qiaoyang, if you want to reclaim your stuff, now is the time to exert effort, otherwise later I won't spare you."

"Luo Xing, follow me; I'll hold them back, and you find a way to slip away and look for He Yuelian."

Zhang Xianguang began arranging various matters.

Everyone, hearing that, sprang into action on their own.

Zhang Xian led three or four people toward a nearby restaurant.

Chen Qiaoyang summoned five ghosts around him, forming a strict formation; the previous encounter with the Red and White Double Evil was still vivid in his mind.

If that Paper Flower Sedan weren't so important to Chen Qiaoyang, and since Zhang Xianguang's group had found it, he would not have wanted to take part in such a matter.

Zhang Xianguang, wielding the large cleaver, hurried toward Zhang Hao.

"Today I'll test your ability."

Zhang Xianguang raised his hand and slashed at Zhang Hao; the blade fell as if casually swung in mid‑air.

However, Zhang Hao and the Ghost Bride's heads strangely snapped off all of a sudden.

Some incomprehensible Supernatural Incident assaulted them, dismembering them and chopping off their heads.

"No way? One strike succeeded? Is this the unsolvable Red and White Double Evil?"

Behind them, someone who saw the scene showed a look of astonishment.

"Don't be careless; even a lone Ghost Painting can't be solved that easily, let alone the Red and White Double Evil," Zhang Xian reminded.

Even He Yuelian, who was on the second floor, hiding by the windowsill and watching the scene from afar, was utterly astonished.

No, did they just die like that?

But soon, He Yuelian saw a sight she could not comprehend.

The bodies of Zhang Hao and the Ghost Bride, whose heads had fallen to the ground, slowly dissipated, as if turned into burnt paper ash blown away by the wind.

The next scene left everyone frozen in place.

In the sky, a Black and White Portrait and a vivid painting appeared simultaneously.

The previously decapitated Zhang Hao and the Ghost Bride simultaneously Restarted, eerily stepping out of the Black and White Portrait.

As soon as Zhang Hao appeared, a White Bone Club materialized in his hand.

"Bang!"—at that moment, everyone felt as if an iron rod had struck the brain inside their bodies.

A few Ghost Tamers who heard the sound closed their eyes and collapsed motionless on the ground.

They were killed, and even the Fierce Ghosts within their bodies were suppressed.

Even He Yuelian on the second floor heard the sound; she felt her head spin, and the next moment she returned to the painting.

In a situation He Yuelian could not understand, she was attacked and suppressed.

However, while she was suppressed, the resulting picture frame directly Restarted her.

When Zhang Xianguang heard the sound, his face instantly turned ashen, and that ashen hue immediately spread throughout his body.

Soon, Zhang Xianguang fell completely still, and his body began to rot rapidly.

Even the old large cleaver in Zhang Xianguang's hand decayed, leaving nothing behind.

But soon, a few silhouettes appeared in the distance.

Familiar Footsteps sounded.

One, two, three, four, a full five Zhang Xian Guangs stepped out again.

They still, as before, wielded rust‑stained old cleavers, with cold faces and eerie expressions, staring at Zhang Hao.

But this time, Zhang Hao would not give them another chance to attack.

The instant Zhang Xianguang stepped out, Zhang Hao fixed his gaze on the opponent.

Within that sea of black and white Gaze, pale silhouettes appeared, holding a White Curtain and attacking Zhang Xianguang.

Intangible Gravity pressed on Zhang Xianguang, making his steps forward sluggish.

Moreover, suddenly Zhang Xianguang felt his arms and legs bound by invisible ropes, rendering him immobile.

A Coffin appeared at Zhang Hao's feet, and four Fierce Ghosts carrying the coffin crashed toward Zhang Xianguang.

At the same moment, the mall seemed infected by something, its colors fading, and even some neon lights lost their hue.

As the mall turned gray and white, Black and White Portraits fell one after another, and they stared at Zhang Xianguang.

In this moment, Zhang Xianguang truly, concretely, finally understood what is called a gaze that can also be Ghost's Killing.

Of the five Zhang Xianguangs, two of them were stared at like this and fell straight to the ground.

They seemed unable to bear this Gravity any longer; the pressure crushed their bodies, causing them to become rotten.

Another Zhang Xianguang, with a strange expression on his face, quickly knelt down as well.

He wore sadness on his face, let out a few wails toward the Coffin, shed tears, soon lost all movement, and his corpse began to rot.

Another Zhang Xianguang was struck by a Ghost Coffin; the terrifying suppressive force rendered him immobile, and he quickly, like the previous Derivative Bodies, lost his life.

In the end, of the five Zhang Xianguangs that emerged, only one survived; after sacrificing the other four individuals, he successfully withstood this wave of attack.

"Indeed terrifying; no wonder Nie Yingping that guy died."

Zhang Xianguang stared at Zhang Hao, his eyes full of apprehension.

Facing something like this, still a true Ghost, really gives one a headache.

One must know, now is the situation where the Ghost Master has voluntarily shown itself.

If the opponent falls into a disadvantage, perhaps they will immediately hide, using the supernatural to drain themselves.

While Zhang Xianguang was pondering, Zhang Hao's attack came again.

From Zhang Hao's body, and from those fallen Black and White Portraits, a bizarre, terrifying whimper sounded.

These Cryings overlapped continuously, echoing throughout the mall, soon stacking to an extremely terrifying level.

Even Zhang Xianguang, when facing this Crying, could not mount an effective resistance.

Even if he made himself deaf, the current Crying's stacking speed was simply too fast.

Dozens of portraits emitted Crying simultaneously, even though the Crying from these portraits lacked even half the Supernatural intensity of Zhang Hao's.

Yet in this situation, the Crying, even if only momentary, still stacked to the strength of dozens of waves.

Before the Crying fully stacked, deafness might have prevented the Crying's assault.

But once the Crying stacked to a certain degree, that level of assault could no longer be called sound waves; perhaps calling it a sound surge is more appropriate.

The sound, like ocean waves, continuously assaulted Zhang Xianguang; even though his ears were deaf, the bizarre Crying inevitably echoed in his mind.

Fortunately, when Zhang Hao stacked the sound, the other four Zhang Xianguangs had successfully performed a Restart, emerging again from the previous restaurant.

Zhang Hao noticed the emerging Zhang Xianguang; he also knew that continuing to expend like this would make dealing with the opponent very troublesome.

He needed to push forward, entering the room that contained Zhang Xianguang's Restart Medium.

At the same time, on the other side, Chen Qiaoyang was also targeted by a Ghost Bride.

Last time, Zhang Hao had attacked Chen Qiaoyang with a Ghost Bride.

At this moment, the Ghost Bride, when Chen Qiaoyang was controlling a Fierce Ghost to attack Zhang Hao, directly attacked the opponent.

The Ghost Painting's Ghost Domain descended, gray ash continuously fell, staining those Fierce Ghosts, covering the ground.

Simultaneously, after the Ghost Domain shrouded this area, one by one bizarre Ghost Brides appeared inside. "Derived Ghost Painting? No, that's wrong; it seems even more terrifying."

Although Chen Qiaoyang had never seen a Derived Ghost Painting, he had heard of this ability.

However, the Ghost Brides derived now seemed far more terrifying than described.

Because Chen Qiaoyang saw a derived Ghost Bride walk to a Fierce Ghost he controlled, extend a hand and grasp that ghost.

In an instant, that ghost was already suppressed, losing its ability to resist.

These Ghosts were all carefully selected by Chen Qiaoyang to carry with him; each, when placed in the Reality World, guarantees at least an A‑grade Supernatural Incident.

Even those with relatively simple methods, slightly more bizarre, more harmful Ghosts, being classified as S‑grade Supernatural Incident, is also acceptable.

Yet such terrifying Fierce Ghosts, merely captured by a Ghost Bride's Derivative Body, already lose their ability to resist.

"What an unsolvable thing is this? Indeed, shouldn't have tried to deal with this thing."

"It's only been about a month since we last encountered it, right? How did it become so terrifying?"

Chen Qiaoyang's heart was shocked, and fear unintentionally showed in his eyes.

He was not the type who would fear death when handling Supernatural Incidents.

He originally thought that with Zhang Xianguang present, plus his own reinforcement of stronger Fierce Ghosts, facing the Ghost Painting should already be self‑protective without issue.

But this time, there was even less room to retaliate.

Five derived Ghost Brides each attacked the five Ghosts Chen Qiaoyang controlled; under these circumstances, none of those five Ghosts could demonstrate any means of resistance.

When Chen Qiaoyang's heart was shocked and he tried to flee, a group of Ghost Brides surrounded him.

This time there was no Wang Family generation's words; he had no reason that could make Zhang Hao wary and not contest.

Mysteriously, a pair of pale Ghost Hands appeared in Chen Qiaoyang's mind, and a woman emerged in his memory.

The other's hands seemed to reach from his mind into reality, literally stepping out of his memory.

Around Chen Qiaoyang, a dense multitude of Footsteps sounded, these Footsteps continuously stacked, approaching Chen Qiaoyang.

Within moments, Chen Qiaoyang's complexion turned a bleak gray, his skin became ashen, emitting a chilling aura.

Shepherd of Ghosts Chen Qiaoyang died just like that.

As a Shepherd of Ghosts, Chen Qiaoyang had absolutely no way to deal with the Ghost Bride.

Within the vast Ghost Domain of the Ghost Bride, he could not hide.

He boasted of his Shepherd of Ghosts, yet each Ghost he controlled had Combat Power inferior to a Derivative Body that possessed Six-Tenths of the Ghostly Power from a Ghost Bride.

Moreover, the Ghost Bride need not release Fierce Ghosts from the Ghost Painting world; merely its own derived Ghost Painting could surpass Chen Qiaoyang's Shepherd of Ghosts by an incalculable multiple.

After the Ghost Bride dealt with Chen Qiaoyang, it did not immediately strike at Zhang Xianguang.

It seemed that a Ghost within Chen Qiaoyang's body had attracted her attention.

"Resolved?"

Zhang Hao noticed the situation with the Ghost Bride, and he looked at Zhang Xianguang.

At this moment, only four Zhang Xianguangs remain dragging Zhang Hao, and the other one is missing, presumably having fled.

Zhang Hao pulls out a skull club, bangs it fiercely at the air, accompanied by terrifying Crying, and these Zhang Xianguangs cannot resist at all.

Zhang Xianguang seems not very strong in protecting his own Ghost Power.

Or perhaps his protective Ghost Power conflicted with this Restart Medium, weakening its effect.

At this moment, Zhang Xianguang's entire Combat Power is in the large cleaver he holds; each time he steps out, he swings the cleaver at Zhang Hao, slowing his approach to the restaurant.

"This ghost is too terrifying; its growth has already exceeded my imagination."

"Right now we only have to deal with the White Evil; the Ghost of the Bride hasn't acted yet. I need to find some sufficiently powerful teammates."

Outside Da'ao City, a middle‑aged man is using the Ghost Domain to flee quickly toward the distance.

After realizing most of his teammates were dead, Zhang Xianguang decisively chose to escape.

As for that corpse Oil Lamp, Zhang Xianguang also abandoned it.

That Oil Lamp is just an ordinary object; the corpse oil inside is the key.

He originally thought the Red and White Double Evil's strength was only a bit stronger than his plan anticipated.

At most it's the Ghost of the Bride, the Ghost Painting, plus a White Evil comparable to the Ghost of the Bride's painting.

But he never expected it to be so much stronger.

Although it doesn't completely strip him of the ability to fight, facing a ghost while knowing it cannot be sealed, and still constantly battling it, is obviously the stupidest approach.

Zhang Xianguang is merely an Abnormal; he is not a true ghost, so he cannot use Ghost Power without any hesitation to wage a war of attrition against a Fierce Ghost.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, He Yuelian also encountered danger.

Perhaps it wasn't danger, but rescue.

A middle‑aged man found her.

"He Yuelian, hurry and leave this dangerous place," Luo Xing said, looking at He Yuelian and frowning.

For some reason, she always felt something was off about the He Yuelian before her.

Only now the situation is urgent; even Zhang Xianguang cannot handle that White Evil, and once the Ghost of the Bride acts, it will be even more impossible to resist.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly seeing a middle‑aged man appear in the room, He Yuelian watched him warily.

Compared with this middle‑aged man, He Yuelian still trusts Zhang Hao more; after all, Zhang Hao's gaze gives her a sense of safety.

Not to mention, Zhang Hao just gave her a power she could not have imagined before.

"My name is Luo Xing. Don't ask yet; let's escape first."

Luo Xing said hurriedly, then moved beside He Yuelian, intending to knock her out and forcefully take her away.

However, as Luo Xing approached, his complexion suddenly changed.

Because an eerie, chilling aura suddenly emanated from He Yuelian.

"Is this the aura of a Ghost Painting?"

Luo Xing's expression shifted; he stared at He Yuelian intently.

What on earth is happening? He Yuelian shouldn't be possessed by a ghost, yet why does she emit the aura of a Ghost Painting?

Even if the Ghost of the Bride found her, shouldn't the Ghost of the Bride be controlling He Yuelian, making her neither fully human nor ghost?

Why does the current He Yuelian look like a Ghost Tamer? "What's going on? Why do you have the aura of a Ghost Painting on you?"

Luo Xing stared at He Yuelian and asked, "Do you command the Ghost Painting?"

"No, impossible. The Ghost of the Bride is still outside; you couldn't command the Ghost Painting." Yet the next moment, Luo Xing shook his head abruptly.

"So this painting is called a Ghost Painting? The ghost inside the painting fits well."

He Yuelian's eyes held doubt as she murmured.

"Also, does Ghost of the Bride refer to the ghost wearing a wedding dress?"

However, despite appearing harmless, He Yuelian now gave off only increasing fear.

As He Yuelian unconsciously stepped forward to ask, the Footsteps seemed to carry a terrifying Ghost Power, causing Luo Xing to keep retreating.

Even more, looking at He Yuelian's face, Luo Xing imagined a pair of invisible Ghost Hands in his mind, a woman trying to step out of the painting.

Although He Yuelian initially commanded a Fierce Ghost, she could not use Ghost Power.

Yet He Yuelian is commanding a Derivative Body of the Ghost of the Bride that possesses Six‑Tenths of the Ghostly Power, completely unrestricted, fully reviving a Fierce Ghost within herself.

Even if He Yuelian doesn't know how to use it, as long as her actions align with the Ghost of the Bride's abilities.

Or perhaps someone triggered the Ghost of the Bride's Killing Rule, causing this Derivative Painting to attack on its own.

He Yuelian's movement is the Footsteps of the Ghost of the Bride wearing embroidered shoes.

Seeing He Yuelian's face triggers the observed Killing Rule.

Even now the mall is already shrouded by the Ghost Painting; He Yuelian may not even be aware of this ability.

But wherever she wishes to go, she can instantly appear at the corresponding spot.

"No, you don't move!"

Luo Xing seemed to sense He Yuelian's condition and shouted hurriedly.

"Why?"

He Yuelian also sensed the situation now, but did not stop her steps; instead she intended to continue attacking the person in front of her.

Although it was her first time using Ghost Power, having commanded a fully revived Bride Derivative Body, her perception of Ghost Power was extremely sharp.

She could sense that while walking, some Ghost Power on her was attacking the middle‑aged man ahead.

And when the target saw her, she also felt a strong impulse to kill him.

Moreover, at that moment, as long as He Yuelian did not hesitate and used Ghost Power in accordance with the Killing Rule, she could instantly kill Luo Xing.

(End of chapter)