Chapter 139: The Person Standing on the Coffin, the Coffin That Cannot Be Lifted

The embroidered shoes that were drawn became contaminated with ink and cannot be used for a short period.

If it were an ordinary Ghost Tamer, perhaps only a death ending could be declared.

But fortunately, the Fierce Ghost that He Yuelian commands is, after all, a Ghost Painting.

Facing the restriction of her own attack methods and the inability to use them for a short time, she immediately employed Restart.

As He Yuelian's form began to twist and blur, a portrait fell from the sky.

With the portrait descending, an exquisitely beautiful and coldly elegant woman stepped out.

"It's Restart! Did this guy just use Restart like that? Isn't he afraid of the Fierce Ghost reviving?"

In the darkness, a man whose body was pitch black, as if a layer of oil film were applied to his skin, stepped out.

He looked at the Restarting He Yuelian with a grave expression; the fact that a Ghost Painting can Restart is, of course, well known to us King-level Members.

But they did not expect that He Yuelian would simply choose Restart as soon as one of her attack methods was restricted.

"No! That's not right, she only commands a single Ghost!"

The hunchbacked, gaunt old man stared at the Restarting He Yuelian, seeming to have discovered something, and said gravely.

"Only one Ghost? Old buddy, are you joking?"

On the rooftop, the man shrouded in darkness heard the old man's words and looked toward him.

Even Abnormals, besides the Ghost that turned them into Abnormals, also command other Fierce Ghosts.

"I am not mistaken; this woman only commands a single Ghost, and those embroidered shoes were merely drawn."

The old man's hunched body slowly rose, his demeanor becoming strangely solemn.

From the reports, this Ghost Painting's controller does not use Spiritual Realm powers sparingly.

Commanding only one Ghost while extensively using Spiritual Realm powers without any revival is a very terrifying matter.

This means that whatever Spiritual Realm powers He Yuelian employs, their source is solely the Ghost she commands, so there is no need to worry about Fierce Ghost revival.

It should be noted that even Abnormals, when using Spiritual Realm powers other than their own Fierce Ghost, also bear the cost of Fierce Ghost revival.

However, because they have become Abnormal, they do not die; their bodies have turned into Ghosts, so their resistance to Fierce Ghost revival has simply increased dramatically.

Yet even so, when the amount of Spiritual Realm powers used exceeds a certain limit, they will still encounter Fierce Ghost revival.

For example, Yang Jian's Abnormal ghost is a Ghost Shadow; when he uses Ghost Eye to a certain extent, Fierce Ghost revival also occurs.

"Trouble!"

The Ink Man stared at the Restarting He Yuelian and the Ghost Domain that He Yuelian released after Restart, his gaze growing grave.

At this moment, these King-level Members regarded He Yuelian as an Abnormal who alone commands a Ghost Painting, for after all, if she were not Abnormal, the Spiritual Realm powers she employs would be utterly irregular.

"I only need to kill that painter; if the others leave now, I can spare you."

He Yuelian stood on a power line, cold eyes filled with murderous intent, staring fixedly at the painter who emerged from the darkness.

"Guys, don't trust this woman," the painter said hurriedly upon hearing this.

"We've already struck at her; everyone knows that people like us, once we have a grudge, never die nor rest."

"Now she urges you to leave, showing she also senses danger; we have the ability to imprison her."

Hearing the painter's words, the crowd nodded and acted again.

The man shrouded in darkness on the rooftop fully released his Ghost Domain, and the dark Ghost Domain attempted to invade He Yuelian's Ghost Domain.

However, against a Ghost Painting's Ghost Domain, unless you possess some ability that restrains it, or your Terror Level exceeds hers, you cannot engage it at all.

Even though the man on the rooftop is already a King-level Member, attempting to use his Ghost Domain to invade He Yuelian's Ghost Domain is still far too fanciful.

After all, a Ghost Painting's Ghost Domain is the strongest known existence in the entire world.

"Watch me! Keep your eyes on her to prevent this woman from Restarting."

The gaunt old man, seeing this, immediately launched his own attack.

But the old man raised that withered, thin arm, then slowly lowered it.

When he lifted his arm, an old Coffin, placed there at an unknown time, rested upon it.

The Coffin was tattered and ragged, as if it could fall apart at any moment, with even the black paint flaking and peeling.

That black-painted Coffin was not large, and its shape was also quite vague.

But as the old man slowly lowered his arm, the Coffin became increasingly clear, as if it had invaded reality from an unknown Spiritual Realm.

He Yuelian also sensed the anomaly; she could perceive that an incredibly terrifying Coffin was invading her Ghost Domain.

At that moment she looked at the old man, noticed he had stood up and moved his arm, and reacted accordingly.

It turned out the old man was not actually hunchbacked; he simply couldn't stand because a Coffin was pressing on him.

Now that he launched his attack and set the Coffin down, he naturally stood up.

Then, He Yuelian was amazed to find she seemed unable to move, her body as if nailed firmly in place, having lost sensation.

Even her eyelids could not blink, yet her consciousness remained clear; aside from that, perhaps only the Ghost Domain was relatively unaffected.

However, even the Ghost Domain could not transfer He Yuelian's body elsewhere.

Even the Ghost Domain could only continue to emit a barrier that kept others from approaching easily.

He Yuelian's perception of time seemed slowed by countless folds, coming to a halt.

The Coffin on the old man's withered arm was slowly descending.

Through the Coffin's cracks, one could see pairs of eerie eyes inside, all staring at He Yuelian, and their number kept increasing.

Being stared at by those eyes, He Yuelian felt a strong impulse surge within, wanting to begin killing, for those eyes had already triggered her Killing Rule.

But perhaps the disparity in Terror Level was too great, causing even though those eyes' attack triggered her Killing Rule, she could not successfully break free.

The old man's arm-lowering motion continued; as the raised black Coffin descended, the gaze within the Coffin toward He Yuelian grew increasingly fierce.

The old black Coffin lid trembled and shook, then opened a slit.

A bruised arm slowly reached out from within, as if an extremely terrifying Fierce Ghost was being released.

"This coffin probably contains an extremely terrifying Fierce Ghost!"

He Yuelian couldn't look, but because the ghost painting Killing Rule was triggered, she could barely sense the changes on the coffin.

"It's over."

Seeing the old man's actions, the other kings no longer considered attacking, clearly placing great trust in his strength.

"Old man, when that woman is locked up, can you leave her for me?" The painter said to the old man at this moment.

"I can feel that the ghost inside this woman's body matches well with the ghost I command."

"Later we'll make a deal: I'll give you all the ghosts I've captured, and I only need this woman's corpse."

While speaking, the painter somehow already had a rust‑stained Coffin Nail in his hand.

He was waiting; if the old man's attack failed to stop He Yuelian's Restart, he would act the moment the painting frame appeared to restrain the restarting frame.

The others, hearing this, looked at the painter in surprise, their expressions unreadable.

"Come to think of it, I also want that woman."

Ink Man licked his lips, looking a bit excited; while glancing at the old man, he kept turning his head toward the painter.

The ghost he commands is a kind of ink, so he is very interested in Fierce Ghosts related to paintings, books, and pens.

"You also want it?"

The painter's voice grew cold, his icy eyes fixed on Ink Man.

Don't be fooled by the artistic‑sounding codename "the painter"; his attire is indeed artistic, but the painter is no saint.

Surviving in a chaotic foreign society and becoming a top king, the painter is certainly not a pious good person.

Hearing the painter, Ink Man stared at him, and the atmosphere grew somewhat tense.

But soon, Ink Man cracked a strange smile.

"Fine, since you want it, I'll give it to you. I mainly just want to study this woman." "You are the painter; a Fierce Ghost painting will surely help you more than it helps me."

The words sounded reasonable, but all the kings understood that Ink Man was merely flattering.

Still, it's true: the painter's ability is bizarre, and he also holds an unsolvable Coffin Nail.

His ghost painting ability is special; it requires imprisoning both the ghost painting and the painting ghost, otherwise he might be able to deal with the woman himself.

While everyone remained calm, waiting for the old man to fully lower the coffin and launch a lethal attack.

Unconsciously, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop noticeably, and the air grew a bit humid.

"Ink Man, don't act recklessly!" the old lady thought Ink Man was displeased and affecting the surroundings.

"Not me." Ink Man hurriedly shook his head.

"It must be the Coffin Bearer lowering the coffin that caused the change; this is the first time I've truly seen a Coffin Bearer put down a coffin."

On the black‑and‑white wall, a black‑and‑white projected man asked in confusion.

At this moment, the Pallbearer Old Man was still lowering the coffin he held.

As the coffin kept descending, it reached the old man's waist level, and several hands emerged from inside, reaching toward He Yuelian.

These hands seemed infinitely extendable; although He Yuelian and the old man were still some distance apart, the bizarre hands stretched to within three centimeters of He Yuelian.

If the coffin were lowered a bit more, allowing it to unleash more supernatural power, these strange hands would soon fully seize He Yuelian and pull her into the coffin.

"Zhang Hao! Save me! I've encountered the painter!"

At this moment, He Yuelian kept murmuring inside, calling out a name, repeatedly recalling Zhang Hao's departing silhouette.

Because her starting point was so high, after becoming a Ghost Tamer, He Yuelian had never truly encountered a danger worthy of being called a crisis.

No matter what enemy she faces, she can defeat them simply by using the supernatural methods within her body.

If she cannot win, it's only because she hasn't yet employed other supernatural means; once she becomes aware of them and uses them, she can prevail.

And now, being completely controlled and unable to Restart, this is the first time He Yuelian has faced such a situation.

When she realized she seemed to have no means of response, in panic she instinctively called out Zhang Hao.

However, this call also fulfilled Zhang Hao's mission objective, since he only asked her to find the painter and did not require her to capture him.

Perhaps her impression of Zhang Hao is too deep? As He Yuelian repeatedly recalled Zhang Hao's silhouette, the image in her mind became increasingly clear.

With the ongoing strangeness, she even felt that the black‑and‑white colorless silhouette was standing just a short distance away from her.

"Is it an illusion?"

He Yuelian's eyes fixed on the Road ahead; as she kept recalling, the street seemed to turn black and colorless! "Projectionist, have you discovered something?"

From under the eaves, the man previously shrouded in darkness descended, holding a Dagger in his hand.

Perhaps having noticed the world turning black and white, he frowned and asked.

"The woman's ghost painting was invaded? Your Ghost Domain is that strong?"

Ink Man was also surprised to see the city, shrouded by ghost painting and Ghost Domain, losing its color.

"Although I'd like to admit it, I didn't invade it; I don't yet have the ability to invade a ghost painting."

The black‑and‑white projectionist on the wall said calmly.

"Then what's the situation?"

Hearing the projectionist, everyone felt a bit puzzled.

Among those present, the projectionist was the only one whose supernatural method related to black and white.

"Perhaps... a big trouble has arrived!"

An elderly voice sounded, it was the gaunt old man who had earlier attacked He Yuelian while carrying a coffin.

The crowd, hearing this, all looked toward the Coffin Bearer Old Man.

At this moment, the coffin lid the Coffin Bearer Old Man had opened had somehow been tightly sealed again.

The Coffin Bearer Old Man now hunched his body, his hands raised, as if bearing an incomprehensible pressure.

Everyone slowly looked upward above the coffin, where a person stood, dressed in clothing woven from White Cloth, his face covered by a Face-Covering Cloth painted with a Crying Face.

The person's exposed hands were extremely pale, stepping on the Coffin, apparently exerting an incomprehensible pressure on the Pallbearer Old Man.

"Ghost? Or Ghost Tamer?"

The Western Dress old lady's aged face showed a hint of horror; her scant rationality sensed a strong unease.

"Could this be a ghost from the Ghost Painting's Ghost Domain?"

Everyone knows that deep within the Ghost Painting's Ghost Domain, an unknown number of Fierce Ghosts are imprisoned.

When He Yuelian was under control, the sudden appearance of such a thing inevitably made them think of additional matters.

"This thing is terrifying; conservatively estimated, at worst it's an S-level Paranormal Event."

The painter, holding a Coffin Nail, dared not act rashly, merely staring intently at the person on the Coffin.

"Bang!"

Perhaps the pressure was too great; at this moment the old man carrying the Coffin could not hold on and fell to the ground, the pitch‑black, heavy Coffin smashing onto the Pallbearer Old Man, emitting a booming sound.

"Cough cough cough!"

The old man, pressed by the Coffin, seemed unable to stand, continuously emitting hoarse coughs.

"Help first! If we keep letting the old gentleman be pressed like this, the Fierce Ghost may revive before long."

The assassin, noticing the Pallbearer Old Man's condition, hurriedly said.

However, just as he stepped forward, the darkness enveloping him began to dissipate rapidly.

A moment later, a colorless black‑and‑white figure appeared before everyone's eyes.

The assassin's Ghost Domain was completely reversed and suppressed; facing this unknown enemy, his Ghost Domain had no chance to manifest.

The black‑and‑white Ghost Domain was twisting, as if something was emerging.

Soon, accompanied by a few ash‑like particles as if burnt paper, a woman dressed in a Wedding Dress, wearing embroidered shoes, and draped with a Veil appeared beside the previously white‑clad man.

The woman in the Wedding Dress, upon appearing, immediately grabbed the white‑clad man's hand, like a loving couple, though the style seemed somewhat out of place.

"Ghost Painting? He Yuelian?" The group of Kings, upon seeing the Red‑clad woman appear, all shouted.

But soon they realized, this was not the He Yuelian from earlier.

Her attire was a Wedding Dress, not a Red Dress; although her clothing resembled He Yuelian's, she was not the same person—or the same ghost.

Moreover, the Red Dress on He Yuelian seemed more like it was painted using this Eastern Bride's Wedding Dress as a reference.

However, because it was painted, He Yuelian's Wedding Dress appeared somewhat blurred, looking like a Red Dress.

And the embroidered shoes that He Yuelian previously wore on her feet—weren't they based on the real embroidered shoes under this Eastern Bride's feet? If you don't examine, you wouldn't know; a great number startled them.

After a rough observation, they found that He Yuelian's outfit, except for lacking a Hong Bai Shuang Sha, was about eighty percent similar to the newly appeared Eastern Bride.

Only the face beneath the Veil, they didn't know if it also looked like He Yuelian's.

"Zhang Hao!"

When the group of Kings dared not act, a delighted female voice rang out.

It was He Yuelian, previously controlled by the Pallbearer Old Man; after Zhang Hao completely suppressed the Coffin Bearer, she broke free from that restriction.

He Yuelian, upon appearing, saw Zhang Hao and hurried over, grabbing his other hand.

Like an obedient kitten, she proactively pressed her head against his, and lifted Zhang Hao's other hand, continuously patting her own head.

"Is this still the He Yuelian of legend, who kills at the slightest disagreement?"

Several Kings looked at each other, their eyes showing disbelief.

People like them should have lost all emotions, right? Even if they have any, it's only the desire to survive and become stronger.

Especially He Yuelian's manner, it resembles a lunatic whose mind has been eroded by a Fierce Ghost, killing at the slightest provocation.

How come now she seems like a lovestruck little girl who likes clinging to her boyfriend? (End of chapter)