Chapter 8

Among the Thirty-Six Stratagems, what is the best strategy?

Retreat is the best strategy.

Yang Jian felt that something was wrong and decided to slip away first. What difference does it make if he can control two ghosts?

In the face of the invincible power of this ghost, even if he controls three ghosts, it would still be useless. There is no difference at all.

He had managed to prolong the revival of the fierce ghost this time, temporarily saving his life. How could he carelessly die here?

When he was surrounded by thick fog in the funeral parlor, he immediately crawled into the ghost coffin.

The coffin was dark and oppressive.

Other than that, there was nothing special.

Instead, he felt a bit uncomfortable, as if something was pressing down below, making him feel uneasy.

It looked like a normal coffin in every way.

“Oh right, the coffin lid hasn’t been closed.”

Yang Jian noticed that the coffin lid was still open.

The coffin and the lid should be together. Perhaps without one, the true purpose of this ghost coffin cannot be realized.

He immediately closed the coffin lid.

“Bang~!”

With a slight sound, the lid tightly sealed the coffin.

All the light disappeared.

Yang Jian lying in the coffin felt as if he was being swallowed by darkness. Even if he opened his eyes, he couldn’t see anything.

“Is this it?”

Then, he frowned.

He still didn’t feel anything unusual, everything was still normal.

Wait.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian felt something different.

He found that his body was slowly sinking… as if the coffin behind him was continuously sinking.

No, not sinking, but disappearing.

Yang Jian’s body was gradually melting away. During this process, he felt no pain, no sense of death, and no fear at all. It was as if this disappearance was not a real disappearance, but the beginning of a new life. He even felt a sense of anticipation for the unknown changes in his heart.

Soon.

His entire body completely disappeared inside the coffin.

But even though he disappeared, he still had consciousness. He could feel that he was still inside the coffin.

Just without a body.

A contradictory feeling.

But it felt so real.

It was as if Yang Jian had already separated from the human body and gradually transformed into a different kind of existence.

This kind of existence was very similar to… a ghost.

“Could it be that this ghost coffin can transform people into ghosts?”

Yang Jian’s consciousness was very clear, and he made a bold guess, which even shocked himself.

If that was the case, then this ghost coffin would be too terrifying.

But this phenomenon seemed to make sense. Why could Feng Quan, the criminal investigator, stay in this coffin for months without eating or drinking and not die?

If he really turned into a complete ghost… a ghost with human consciousness, then it would indeed be possible.

“No, wait. If a person inside the coffin turns into a ghost, then how can they leave? When Feng Quan left the coffin, he still had a physical body, not in the form of a ghost… This ghost coffin must have some kind of strange and special purpose. I just haven’t figured it out yet.”

Yang Jian thought to himself.

Although he didn’t quite understand what was going on, in this state, no one could kill him.

No ghost could kill him either.

And it seemed that his consciousness could extend outward with the existence of the ghost coffin.

It was like his physical body stayed in the coffin, but his soul could fly out.

He seemed to be everywhere in this village.

He saw everything happening in the funeral parlor.

The thick fog no longer obstructed his vision.

However, at this moment, the outside confrontation seemed to be coming to an end.

The man in the memorial portrait had already decayed to a high degree, leaving only a skeleton and some flesh stuck to it, looking grim and terrifying.

Feng Quan was not in a good state either.

Excessive use of the power of the fierce ghost and prolonged confrontation had taken a toll on him. His numb eyes revealed exhaustion and pain, and his pale face had a deep sickly look.

He now looked like a patient in the hospital who had just swallowed the most bitter medicine. Just seeing him made people shudder.

“Although the power of this ghost is invincible, it has its limits. Dealing with Zhang Han, this ghost is already at its limit… In a one-on-one situation, no ghost controller can be a match for this thing. In a solitary situation, it is undoubtedly a certain death. But now, I still have a slight advantage.”

“However, using the power of the fierce ghost for a long time, even if I control two ghosts, it doesn’t feel good.”

“This period of time should come to an end.”

Feng Quan walked to the side and picked up a suitcase from the ground.

The golden suitcase was very sturdy and was the most suitable for imprisoning this ghost.

The man in the memorial portrait took a slow step forward.

But in the next moment, his body completely collapsed.

Like a stack of building blocks, bones, legs, feet, all separated from the body in an instant, falling to the ground and forming a pile of limbs.

But the rotten head was still moving.

It didn’t die.

Feng Quan seemed to have anticipated this. He picked up the bones, flesh, hands, feet, and head of the ghost one by one and quickly stuffed them into the suitcase.

Locked, sealed, all in one go.

After the ghost was imprisoned, the things it had suppressed immediately broke free.Zhang Han, who had fainted on the ground, his bloody corpse began to slowly retreat back into his body.

The headless ghost, standing still, transformed into a shadow and quickly shrank back, finally disappearing into an unknown place.

However, the ghost realm enveloped in red light was behaving contrary to its usual nature.

Not only did it not disappear, but it began to spread rapidly outward.

This was no longer a coverage of twenty or thirty meters.

In almost the blink of an eye, the ghost realm enveloped the entire village.

The entire village had entered the range of Yang Jian’s ghost realm.

“Yang Jian, it’s over.”

Feng Quan said in a deep voice, “Hurry up and get out of the ghost coffin, it’s not a place for you.”

However, the next moment.

The coffin burst open.

Yang Jian’s body once again coalesced in the darkness, returning to its previous state.

He sat up abruptly, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

“The ghost… is still here.”

Cold sweat broke out on Yang Jian’s forehead as he uttered these words.

“What?”

Feng Quan frowned, “The matter here has been resolved, you have nothing to do now, get out of here quickly, I will contact others to clean up.”

“I said, the ghost is still here, are you deaf?”

Yang Jian jumped out of the ghost coffin, his face somewhat ferocious, “You lying in the ghost coffin is not for balance, nor to suppress this ghost… Your main purpose is to get this ghost coffin and turn yourself into a real ghost. Do you think you have successfully imprisoned the ghost here?”

“I just entered the ghost coffin, and I can tell from my own feelings that the ghost here is formless, it’s a consciousness.”

“The man in the portrait is a ghost, but his appearance is a fusion of all the villagers, no, it should be a fusion of the appearances of all the people who died here… That is the most perfect image in the eyes of this ghost.”

“What you have destroyed is just one of its images.”

As if to corroborate Yang Jian’s words.

A clear footstep sounded again from the dark outside the house.

Feng Quan’s pupils contracted, and the suitcase in his hand involuntarily dropped to the ground with a thud.

Had he misunderstood the existence of this ghost?