Chapter 143: That Is My Face, My Own Funeral

How could this be?

Seeing his own grandfather and grandmother unable to act, completely unable to help isolate the Ghost Power on his body, Wang Chaling's pupils sharply contracted.

During this time he truly came to understand the horror of his own family, and they were suppressed like this? In an instant, fear and astonishment, countless emotions rose within Wang Chaling.

But Zhang Hao clearly would not answer Wang Chaling's questions any further.

The starved ghost has already been captured; there is nothing on Wang Chaling worth him keeping.

While Wang Chaling's mind still lingered in astonishment and unease, his gaze suddenly lost its color and luster, completely invaded.

Wang Chaling's death seemed to cause a certain mutation in the ghosts of the two generations of the Wang Family.

After Wang Chaling's death, the first‑generation old ghosts of the Wang Family began to attack Zhang Hao uncontrollably.

"Is it a revenge‑like instinct? Or have I triggered your Killing Rule?"

"Or perhaps, although Wang Chaling is dead, these Wang Family ghosts still follow the instinct to protect their kin? I harmed Wang Chaling, and they instinctively turn to attack me?"

With no one controlling them, logically the first and second generations of the Wang Family should temporarily lose movement, falling into a dead‑machine state akin to Fierce Ghost revival.

"Anyway, never mind, none of this matters now."

Just as Wang Chaling's grandfather was about to seize Zhang Hao, a White Curtain trapped the opponent.

Having mastered the starved ghost, Zhang Hao also took control of the Coffin Nail attached to that ghost.

At this moment, when Zhang Hao used the White Curtain to trap Wang Chaling's grandfather, it was equivalent to nailing the opponent with another Coffin Nail.

When Wang Chaling's grandmother approached, Zhang Hao simply raised his hand; from the room's Ceiling, a ghost rope materialized and hung the grandmother's neck.

The Coffin Nail suppressed Wang Chaling's grandfather, and the Ghostly Servant's Unsolved Suppression directly suppressed Wang Chaling's grandmother.

Then Zhang Hao looked at Wang Chaling's parents; their eerie, pallid pupils at that moment seemed to carry an incomprehensible assault.

Within Zhang Hao's Gaze, Wang Chaling's parents were instantly pressed as if the entire Black and White World held them in midair, kneeling before Zhang Hao.

At the moment the two ghosts knelt, Kneeling Death activated, and the fatal attack descended.

"The Black and White World, being a Black and White Ghost Domain, lets me shift my position at will, and also serves as gravity through the world; combined with Kneeling Death, it forms a solid attack loop."

"Moreover, the Black and White World can generate Black and White Portraits, which stack layers of Gaze, making it easier on another level to trigger Kneeling Death attacks."

Zhang Hao watched the two ghosts, now kneeling and completely immobilized, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"But does this level of attack still lack something? A certain Ghost Power trait of mine hasn't manifested yet?"

【5】 To forge a perfect path and achieve a flawless attack loop, Zhang Hao needs to devise stronger spiritual techniques for himself.

To carve out a perfect path and achieve a perfect attack loop, Zhang Hao must find a way to develop stronger supernatural methods for himself.

Such a method may not be about enhancing the Fierce Ghost's Ghost Power, but rather about the use of Ghost Power.

With the starved ghost and Ghostly Servant, plus the 60% Ghost Lake, the King's projectionist, the Coffin Bearer, and Zhang Hao's own White Scourge series Puzzle, as well as the few Wang Family ghosts before him.

Now his Terror Level is no longer weaker than Yang Jian, who has half‑ridden the Spiritual Bus and Ghost Blood.

However, Zhang Hao's use of Ghost Power techniques still appears somewhat too simple.

Mainly because his own advancement was too rapid, leaving him no time to develop Ghost Power techniques.

After all, Zhang Hao, being a ghost, has no master; those Republic Era ghost tamers' first reaction upon seeing him is to attack him.

And the Ghost Power techniques that have accompanied him from early on and can still be used frequently are the Black and White Ghost Domain, Kneeling Death, and Crying.

"I need to find a way to fully integrate the White Scourge series attacks."

While pondering, Zhang Hao walked up to the first‑generation Wang Family ghosts and swallowed them one by one.

Then Zhang Hao took out the Coffin Nail he obtained from the painter and ate it as well.

The starved ghost can swallow infinitely; even if it devours only spiritual phenomena, it can still steal Ghost Power.

But the starved ghost also has its drawback; its consumption of Fierce Ghosts requires time to digest.

Although the Ghostly Servant is picky in growth and each ghost it brings raises Terror Level less efficiently than the starved ghost, its digestion speed far exceeds that of the starved ghost.

Having swallowed the Coffin Nail and the four Wang Family ghosts, Zhang Hao's belly swelled.

Fortunately, he currently has no intention of going out; he is contemplating how to develop his own methods, giving him ample time to digest.

"Crying, Memory Replacement, Paper Money Corrosion, Back‑view Kneeling Death, Unsolved Suppression, Coffin Nail Suppression, Clothing Curse, Lake Water Corrosion, Body‑to‑Ghost Domain."

Zhang Hao went into a lounge in the Basement, took out a notebook, and wrote a series of crooked characters on it.

Each term represented a kind of Ghost Power, Killing Rule, or attack method embodied by Zhang Hao.

What Zhang Hao now intends to do is to piece together from these Killing Rules and attack methods a series of comparatively perfect attack chains.

He has too many Ghost Power techniques; without planning, random use—even with a high Terror Level—cannot achieve full effect.

After all, each use of Ghost Power burdens the self; even a Fierce Ghost, when the burden exceeds its limit, will fall into a Dead Machine.

Continuing to use many Ghost Power techniques that don't aid combat only wastes his own Ghost Power, weakening the strength of launched attacks.

"Memory Replacement, Back‑view Kneeling Death, Lake Water Corrosion, Paper Money Corrosion, plus Crying, Clothing Curse"

As he kept listing them, Zhang Hao quickly assembled his first fairly good attack method.

Using Crying as the basic trigger medium, then employing Crying to make the target remember his presence, and using Memory to trigger a Back‑view Kneeling Death invasion.

After the invasion, he began to use Paper Money and the Ghost Lake's lake water to reverse‑corrode the enemy, then applied the Clothing Curse for a one‑hit kill.

Moreover, this attack is not singular.

Whether the target is first corroded by lake water or by Paper Money, the series of attack methods can still be achieved.

Zhang Hao now seeks a perfect closed loop for the attack chain; having only one trigger medium would undoubtedly be poor.

What he must do is combine his Ghost Power techniques.

So that once the enemy triggers any attack medium, he can impose an entire attack loop upon them.

"No, if this attack method carries Crying and Black and White Ghost Domain Ghost Power, why not directly fuse these Ghost Power techniques into the Gaze and Ghost Domain attacks?"

"Crying and Kneeling Death are complementary Ghost Power; they are themselves a Puzzle—when someone kneels or cries, they trigger another attack method."

Zhang Hao pondered, and soon conceived a new attack plan.

Combine Crying and Kneeling Death, integrating them into the Gaze invasion attack chain.

When the enemy is invaded by Gaze, they simultaneously endure an attack of Crying.

At the same time, using the ability to replace memories, inversely Ghost's Invasion the enemy's body, causing Crying to emerge from the depths of memory and begin to replace the enemy's existence.

"If so, then later we can add a clothing curse, so that when the enemy is replaced from memory, their clothes are also replaced, thereby increasing the attack intensity of Certain Death."

It must be said, Zhang Hao's current Terror Level, as well as his own paranormal methods, as a Ghost unafraid of Fierce Ghost revival, in a state of instinctual erosion.

When he realized he needed to carefully develop his own methods, and halted his upcoming activities to begin meticulous development, the improvement for him was enormous.

With Fierce Ghosts imprisoned in Ghost Painting and Ghost Lake, combined with the infinite growth of Ghostly Servant and Hungry Ghost, Zhang Hao almost lacks no kind of paranormal attack Medium.

Soon, a relatively perfect attack scheme that can operate on his own Ghost Domain in conjunction with Ghost Domain was derived by Zhang Hao.

"Then, now let's try the first method."

Zhang Hao left the Basement and went to the rooftop of the Shang Tong Building.

With Zhang Hao's gaze, the city, long turned to ash, soon underwent another anomaly.

Silently, the black-and-white Ghost Domain descended, and even the sky turned black and white at that moment.

Ghost Domain resonated with Crying, and on the faces of many ordinary people who followed the Ghost Tamer to Big East City to treasure‑hunt, Crying immediately appeared.

"What is happening?"

Yang Shuang had just found a decent black-and-white long staff and was resting in a room when he suddenly heard a noise outside.

"An accident occurred!" A middle‑aged man exuding a chilling aura walked over.

"Big East City is inexplicably filled with black-and-white Ghost Domain; Crying also appears within the Ghost Domain, and we have lost contact with the outside."

"Black-and-white Ghost Domain?"

Yang Shuang hurried out of the room.

When he saw the change in the sky, his complexion shifted.

The sky turned black and white; the group that had come with them now also turned pallid, as if losing color.

"Could this be the Red and White Double Evil that turned Big East City into a black-and-white city?" Yang Shuang looked around in alarm.

The appearance of the Ghost Domain did not affect the surrounding environment, only the colors of ordinary people, because those buildings had long lost their hue.

"I don't know, but leaving this time will probably be difficult," the middle‑aged man shook his head.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something extremely terrifying, and his face showed horror.

"What's wrong?" Yang Shuang, seeing this, turned his head toward the other.

"Those people, look at those people quickly, their bodies are seeping water," the middle‑aged man, looking bewildered, pointed ahead.

Yang Shuang, hearing this, felt fear in his heart, but curiosity still drove him to look toward the direction the middle‑aged man indicated.

Just that glance nearly left him in a daze.

The fear was so intense that his own brain could no longer react, and the body's uncontrollable instinctive response took over.

In the distance, those who were losing color, their bodies pallid and colorless, had their clothes turning bizarre.

Originally these people wore short sleeves, or suits, or work clothes.

But at this moment, the clothes on these people were undergoing a bizarre change; as they knelt on the ground, Crying continuously emanated from their faces, and their garments unknowingly turned into one after another strange Funeral Clothes.

These people, clad in Funeral Clothes, continuously kowtowed and knelt toward some direction deep within Big East City, sobbing, as if mourning someone.

Their skin was pallid and swollen, as if soaked in water for days, their faces bearing a strange sorrow, and cold, damp tears streamed from their eye sockets.

Those tears seemed endless, continuously surging from the eyes of these people, soaking their bodies, making the whole body wet.

After soaking their bodies, the tears kept falling to the ground, making these people appear as if a family member had died, their sorrowful tears continuously spilling, even wetting the ground.

Although he had no direct contact, Yang Shuang could be certain that once he touched those tears, he would inevitably be afflicted by some incomprehensible curse, possibly even being killed outright, even though he is a Ghost Tamer.

"These people? They've become extremely terrifying Ghost Slaves, as if being replaced by something incomprehensible."

Yang Shuang's heart was terrified, constantly looking around, seeking a place to hide.

However at that moment, one of the people clad in Funeral Clothes, with swollen skin, kneeling and kowtowing, when he raised his head suddenly looked at Yang Shuang.

Their gazes met for a brief instant, and Yang Shuang clearly saw that in the eyes of the person replaced by something, there seemed to be a shadow of a certain person?

"Is that me?"

After the stare, he seemed to feel that his own body also underwent some incomprehensible mutation.

A memory not his appeared: a bizarre spirit hall, in which only one figure continuously emitted Crying, a pallid silhouette turned away from Yang Shuang.

The terrifying Crying echoed deep in his memory, the Crying moving from distant to near, as if a memory from an unknown past suddenly surfaced at this moment.

As the Crying kept appearing, a vague pallid back silhouette floated in his mind.

It seemed to be the figure from those eyes before, only for some unknown reason it was turned away.

That figure seemed to have entered his mind through the Ghost Slave's Gaze, beginning to erode his body.

"Yang Shuang! Yang Shuang!"

The middle‑aged man, seeing this scene, showed a terrified expression and hurriedly shook Yang Shuang's body.

As the middle‑aged man shook him, Yang Shuang seemed to regain a bit of consciousness; he lifted his head, yet his eyes inexplicably reflected a bizarre figure.

Sadness, daze, struggle, pain—many expressions continuously shifted on Yang Shuang's face.

"Don't look. eyes! Don't listen. Crying!"

"I... I seem to have been Ghost's Invasioned, the Ghosts inside my body cannot act, being something incomprehensible..."

Just as Yang Shuang began to speak, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Yang Shuang's complexion turned strange; his clothes suddenly became ethereally white, his skin swelled, and the colors on his body faded.

His clothes further transformed in a bizarre manner into Funeral Clothes, and from his eyes emitted sobbing Crying as he knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing toward some place.

"Completely Ghost's Invasioned!"

The middle‑aged man was startled, retreating several steps in fear.

Yang Shuang was Ghost's Invasioned, continuously kowtowing, but at this moment, his head bizarrely presented a 180‑degree turn, looking toward...

Damn!

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man hurriedly closed his eyes.

Although Yang Shuang's words just now were halting, he still remembered the line "Don't look at the eyes, don't listen to the crying."

The middle-aged man, with his eyes closed, turned around and rendered himself deaf, thinking this would prevent him from triggering the Killing Rule.

However, he failed to notice that even with his eyes closed, his skin was unconsciously turning black and white.

Moreover, in the man's mind, an inexplicable wailing crying suddenly emerged.

This crying didn't seem to be caused by the supernatural; rather, under terror and surrounded by so many Mourning||Technique people outside, the man instinctively recalled certain cries he had heard before.

However, this originally vague cry, which was someone's in his memory, was now becoming eerie.

The crying turned from vague to clear, as if someone were sobbing softly in his mind.

As the crying appeared, the eyes‑closed him seemed guided by it, and the images in his mind were led to a certain funeral hall.

That funeral hall was vague; everything around it could not be seen clearly, as if it were a memory from deep within the middle‑aged man's recollection of a funeral he once attended, which resurfaced unconsciously.

Logically, a funeral hall should have many people, after all, who would attend a funeral if there were few, lacking yang energy and fearing bad luck? Yet the middle‑aged man looked around and could only see an empty funeral hall.

In the depths of the hall, there was only a person wearing white Funeral Clothes, back turned to him, face unseen.

That person continuously emitted a sobbing crying from their mouth, as if mourning someone extremely important to them.

"Where is this?"

Instinctively, after seeing that person clearly, the middle‑aged man thought to himself.

Suddenly, a Black and White Portrait flashed before his eyes, appearing to be a young person.

No, that's not right; it didn't seem to be a young person. He had just been interrupted in his recollection and thought of someone else's Photo.

Clearly the portrait's face was one he had almost forgotten, it was his own. "Right, that's a face I haven't seen for who knows how long—my own face!"

"Am I already dead? Who is mourning me?"

With that question lingering in his mind, when the middle‑aged man opened his eyes again, he found that the Mourning||Technique person seemed to be himself.

"I remember now, I remember everything," the middle‑aged man murmured inwardly.

This suddenly recalled memory was not newly formed; it was a memory from a past time when he was mourning.

Back then he wore Funeral Clothes, feeling immense sorrow upon hearing news of his own death.

Since no one helped collect the corpse, he had to endure the grief and hold his own funeral alone.

Status restored, the next chapter is being typed, will post later (end of chapter).