Chapter 149

The bamboo pole in the boatman's hand was connected to an invisible fishhook.

The fishhook was formed from Ghost Energy.

It could easily pierce the back of his neck, hang in his throat, and drag him over.

His throat was filled with excruciating pain, and blood mixed with tiny eyeballs fell into his stomach; he didn't make a sound, holding on with all his might.

At the critical moment.

Striking his own second ghost was his only way now.

He could only pray that this spirit wasn't strong and would leave after sensing the power of his second spirit.

Boom—

As the deafening drum sound rang out, there was also a hoarse voice.

The bones in his chest were squeezing the Wasteland Eye inside his body.

Ugh.

He opened his mouth and spat out a pool of blood and yellow viscous liquid, and a few eyeballs also fell out.

Boom—

The moment the drum sounded, many of the Wasteland Eyes on his body fell off.

The boatman was also affected; the boatman's bamboo raft paused, as if it had been traveling on the road but was now in water.

It was now extremely stiff.

Seeing this, Ma Zhen hurriedly stood up, grabbed his own neck with his right hand, took a deep breath, and pulled hard.

He tore off the invisible ghost fishhook.

Flipping his palm, he grabbed his Magic Brush and stabbed with all his might.

Breaking free from the restraint, he walked forward, his limping pace constantly accelerating.

Although the boatman behind him had been stunned by the drum sound for a few seconds, he recovered quickly.

The rain continued to erode outward.

Ma Zhen's figure kept sinking; the road in front of him was no longer flat, but instead, like quicksand, causing his body to sink downward.

Finally, he took out his Magic Brush, preparing to make a desperate gamble.

Just as he turned his head.

He saw the boatman had already paddled the bamboo raft to his front, and that face without organs let out a sudden roar.

Splat—

Countless raindrops surged toward him.

Ma Zhen's body was like a marionette, his hands and feet spread wide, his mouth agape.

A large amount of rainwater poured down from the sky, flooding into his body.

At the same time, all the Wasteland Eyes began to fall off his body, rolling around like marbles.

Ma Zhen was destined to die; there was no need to linger.

Whoosh—

The rain was still falling, and the two spirits had completely revived.

Visibly, two auras ran out from Ma Zhen's body.

One of them was hooked by the boatman's fishhook, then dragged back, placed on the bamboo raft, and devoured by it.

The other revived spirit fled.

The Infernal Domain also began to disappear.

The man who had been hiding inside from the beginning had never straightened his legs; he was scared out of his wits.

Sitting on the ground, his whole body soaked by the rain, he stared blankly at the alleyway.

Soon.

First, a police car arrived, and then four or five people in black leather jackets appeared.

The moment they appeared, they directly sealed off the three streets here, and the police began to check surveillance and so on.

"Big Sister, the Ghost Energy fluctuation here is very heavy; it was locked onto the moment it appeared."

"But it disappeared very quickly too."

The person who arrived was Zhang Miao.

It was already past six in the evening, and the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Today, the matter of the Mall Haunted Domain had been resolved, but Ma Zhen had gone missing; to find him, everyone hadn't rested. After receiving the notification, they rushed over immediately.

The Ghost Energy fluctuation was indeed very severe; even standing here, the spirits inside them could perceive it.

However, the spirit had disappeared very quickly, and the equipment could no longer capture it.

Zhang Miao nodded and glanced at her watch: "You guys continue to search for Ma Zhen, Little Li, come with me to follow up on this side; everyone has worked hard lately."

"It's nothing, we're all contributing to the country and the people; it's what we Night Watchers should do."

After they left, Zhang Miao and the other person walked inside.

"There is one survivor at the scene; we have already isolated him, and no one has contacted him yet," said the person in charge from the police side.

Zhang Miao nodded and saw the man with the blank stare inside the police cordon.

"You guys wait outside; you go and investigate the fluctuations in the surroundings, including where the spirit appeared, etc. Everything must be checked clearly, including the identity of the spirit."

After speaking, she walked in, very carefully.

At the scene of an Infernal Domain, survivors are also very dangerous.

But before Zhang Miao could speak, the man had already come to his senses.

Seeing the police behind Zhang Miao, he let out a cry and burst into tears.

"Ghosts! Sob sob sob, there really are ghosts in this world, damn it, sob sob sob."

"It scared the hell out of me; such a big person, *pop*, and they were gone, and such a big bamboo raft just popped out of the ground—what kind of ghost is this? It's so scary!"

Encountering this kind of thing for the first time, he was broken by fear and just started ranting.

He rambled on for a long time before stopping.

Zhang Miao handed something that looked like an electronic scale to the other party; he held it in his hand, and the thing didn't react, which made Zhang Miao breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, in a few minutes, she learned everything from him.

"At that time, there was a person covered in eyes; you don't know what that feeling is like—I still have goosebumps all over; thousands, tens of thousands of eyeballs staring at you..."

Zhang Miao narrowed her eyes, thinking.

First, the eyeballs—the first thing she could think of was the Magic Bear; secondly, this person, Tang Cai? Jiang Tang? Or... "Then he could still talk; yes, yes, he told me to call the police."

"But before I could call the police, a boatman crawled out of the ground; it was so damn scary, *swish, swish, swish*, and the two of them started fighting..."

Zhang Miao stood up abruptly and dialed a number.

Her expression was very serious: "Teacher, there is news about Ma Zhen here, but the situation is not very optimistic; you should come over."

"What do you mean?" Su Jinlong asked on the other end of the phone.

Zhang Miao took a deep breath and said slowly: "After he was teleported out by you, he might have encountered the 'Boatman'."

Su Jinlong was silent for a moment.

"The Level 6 spirit recorded in the latest file, the Boatman?"

"Yes."

"Coming right away."

During the time it took for Su Jinlong to arrive, Zhang Miao learned a few more details from him.

Finally, they were able to confirm that it was indeed Ma Zhen and the Boatman.

If Ma Zhen had encountered the Boatman at his peak, Zhang Miao wouldn't have to worry so much, but this was Ma Zhen in a severely wounded state.

The surroundings were very dry, and it didn't look like it had rained at all.

Yet this man was covered in rainwater, and his hair was soaking wet.

"Where did they disappear in the end?"

The man stood up and took Zhang Miao to look around: "That's not right; I remember it was here—no, no, I was scared at the time, I didn't dare to look."

Zhang Miao stared at this passageway.

Suddenly.

Her pupils locked onto a corner, where two eyeballs were placed, staring at her bloodily.

The Wasteland Eye seemed to have noticed Zhang Miao, and then it rolled out on its own.

It froze at a certain position on the road, motionless.

Zhang Miao was stunned for a moment, then pointed at the ground: "Dig!"

"Teacher, we found Ma Zhen."

(End of chapter)