Chapter 88: Codename Sick Ghost

Chapter 88: Codename Sick Ghost

The mysterious lack of information and the sudden death of a ghost tamer on their first day in Huanggang Village had cast a dark cloud over everyones spirits. Ghost tamers perishing at the hands of reanimated vengeful ghosts wasnt unheard of, quite common in fact. However, falling silently to an unidentified specter lurking in the shadows was a perturbing deviation from the norm.

Ignoring everything else, the sheer fact that He Sheng died without putting up a fight was evident enough that the scale of difficulty exceeded any ghost tamer present.

Your analysis matches what Miles suggested earlier to me. He proposed that the vengeful ghosts in Huanggang Village werent aiming for humans, but our internal ghosts, Zhang Han noted after a slight pause, sending the rest of the group into silence.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

The members of the club may not believe Miles if such a theory was thrown out into the open, but Zhang Yiming was known to be a cautious and intelligent person within the club. Since he brought the idea forward, plus Zhang Hans support, the idea naturally held sway.

Besides, facts spoke louder than words He Sheng died, and his woman lived.

Oh, so Miles said that too? Zhang Yiming quirked a brow. I remember everyone dismissing him as an unhinged madman, a simpleton. Perhaps I need to rethink my initial impressions.

His theory was primarily drawn from He Shengs unfortunate demise, but Miles had beaten him to it without clues. Did this mean that Miless ability exceeded his own? Could such awareness emerge from a supposedly irrational child?

He did say so, but we didnt believe it before. Now that youre echoing his theory, we cant dismiss it anymore, admitted Zhang Han.

On overhearing this, Miles, who was investigating the scene, retorted nonchalantly, Maybe I should step away and let you adults continue talking. Earlier, someone tried to drag me into a shooting game, and it nearly scared the living daylights out of me.

Miles, enough with the nonsense, Ouyang Tian grumbled, his irritation yet to dissipate.

Zhang Yiming took a long drag of his cigarette and proposed, I believe its best if we make a retreat. Whats your take, Miles? Were clearly ill-equipped to challenge a ghost that has other ghosts in its crosshairs. This mission is far more complex than we anticipated. I suspect the company responsible must have compelling reasons to assign us this task. Surely they wouldnt have casually offered the method of controlling a second vengeful ghost otherwise.

High risks often pave the way to high rewards; our presumptions seem to have been correct, Miles observed with a smirk. But do you have an alternative plan in place for the future? If we dont subdue our internal ghost soon and delay the reanimation process, how long do you think we can last?

His blunt words struck a nerve. They had journeyed here, fully aware of the inherent risks and armed with a grim determination. Backing out now seemed the safest option, yet it also symbolized the forfeiture of their hopes for survival.

Choosing to die from a revived vengeful ghost over succumbing to this one is better. Miles, just because youre fearless doesnt mean we all share the same sentiment. We dont wish to perish here without justification, Ye Jun shot back.

Suit yourselves. Miles casually responded, If youre so inclined to leave, then do so. Go back to your club, indulge in drinks and conversations, harass the rookies, and await your fate. But dont forget to pick a nice urn and a decent burial site. Itd be interesting to see whod dare to pay respects at our tombs.

We dont really know. He seldom frequented the club. Having worked as a bodyguard for a boss, he rarely showcased his ghosts powers in our presence. Its hard to gauge, Zhang Han shook his head in resignation.

Miles chuckled, Well, isnt this turning out to be quite the mystery? Another unidentified ghost to contend with.

Assuming he didnt fall to the vengeful ghosts revival, his powers shouldnt induce extreme terror. Our immediate priority is locating the original ghost from Huanggang Village. Ive coined a nickname for it the Sick Ghost, referring to its signature weak cough, Zhang Yiming explained.

His suggestion went unchallenged.

I have here a rudimentary map of Huanggang Village. While its hand-drawn and not professionally crafted, it should serve our purpose.

With that, Miles revealed a paper sheet, unfolding it to display a simple map composed of lines and squares.

When did you make this? Zhang Han asked, visibly surprised.

You didnt create one? Miles appeared taken aback. How do you plan to hunt the ghost without even knowing the village layout?

No, we didnt, Zhang Han confessed, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice.

The rest couldnt suppress their smirks. They hadnt considered planning that far ahead.

The lines represent paths, and the squares denote houses. These points here are where we bumped heads while tracking the phantom footsteps, Miles highlighted on the map. The footsteps seemed to vanish around this central house. Its a location you all should recognize.

Zhang Yimings hand wavered, causing the ash from his cigarette to flutter down. Is it that house by the village entrance, the one hosting the funeral? The one with the coffin placed prominently in its main hall?

Exactly, that funeral house is the one. The spot where we arrived is right behind it. Circling to its front should reveal the coffin, Miles corroborated.

Damn it, I knew something felt off. We stumbled upon a funeral on our first day here, with a coffin bizarrely displayed in the central hall. I had a gut feeling something wasnt right, Zhang Han couldnt refrain from cursing.

Should we confront it?

Do we even need to debate this? interjected Ye Jun. Our combined force is formidable. Even Jesus would have to bow before us.