Chapter 96: The Balance is Shattered

Chapter 96: The Balance is Shattered

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In the dimly lit room, the group gathered around a body bag. The task had seemed straightforward, but its simplicity raised suspicion and doubt among them. This very doubt reinforced the unease that Miles had been feeling for some time.

As he stared at the seemingly lifeless form in the bag, Miles grew more certain of his previous suspicions. However, he realized he had been misguided. The mix of a deceptive sign and his existing skepticism had caused him to make an impulsive and mistaken move.

Did we actually succeed in capturing it? Stretch broke the silence, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Yiming replied with a contemplative expression, Its hard to say. Based on the tests Page conducted earlier, this old woman isnt ordinary. But labeling her as a malevolent ghost might be too simplistic. A ghost that managed to take down two ghost tamers shouldnt have been caught so effortlessly.

Miles, ever the pragmatist, shared his insights. Its a ghost slave, he declared gravely. Its a being manipulated by a malevolent spirit after the death of a person. It isnt truly human, nor is it an actual ghost. Were chasing shadows here. He then suggested after looking ahead, We should head back to the prior shrine. Thats where well find our answers.

Stretchs voice echoed the frustration of the group. So, are you suggesting we went to all this trouble just to catch a mere diversion?

Miles didnt waste time on further explanations. He simply grabbed the body bag and made for the exit. Follow me if you want to stay alive, he called back. If things pan out, we can resume our original mission.

Without missing a beat, he strode with determination toward the shrine. Yiming quickly proclaimed, We stick together, and he and Stretch hurried after him.

Yet as they emerged outside, they found no sign of Page. Stretchs voice rang out in the growing darkness, Page? Where are you?

Not breaking stride, Miles retorted, Theres no need to call out. If he was still among the living, hed be with us.

Yiming and Stretch exchanged a stunned glance. They had only been apart for a short distance; how could anything have happened to Page in such a brief span? Moreover, he wasnt on his own, was he?

But as they followed Miles toward the old shrine, the surrounding atmosphere took a palpable shift. The daylight above them dimmed at an unnaturally rapid pace, plunging the village into an eerie twilight.

To Miles, it felt as if the day had abruptly transitioned into night, and a bone-deep chill settled within him. His deepest fears seemed to be materializing.

He recalled how the two village ghosts had previously been in a restrained coexistence. While he couldnt be certain of the implications of that delicate balance, he felt their recent actions had inadvertently upset it.

From the moment they stepped foot into Yellow Hill Village, the balance of the supernatural forces had been teetering on the brink of collapse. Their recent blunder was merely the final catalyst, causing the entity known by the codename Sick Ghost to be vanquished. Now, another more malevolent and enigmatic ghost had taken dominion over the entirety of Yellow Hill Village.

We need to retreat into the ancestral hall immediately, Miles proclaimed.

Almost instinctively, Miles began to radiate a deep crimson aura, enveloping a vast ten-meter radius around him. The expansion of his ghost domain was evident, signifying he was on the verge of an impending powerful ghosts resurgence within himself.

Miles, ever observant, responded, This is the exact spot. His keen eyes detected a few droplets of a pungent liquid scattered nearby, suggesting a recent, ominous event.

Pages involvement was unmistakable, giving weight to the guy being here earlier. However, there was a chilling possibility that he might not have been alive when he arrived.

Miles, Yiming implored, Whatever youve discerned, share it. We need to piece this together.

Sighing deeply, Miles began, Our initial deductions were flawed. My belief was that the elderly woman was a ghost, and even if she wasnt, I assumed our timely intervention would prevent any mishaps. My optimism was misguided. Weve inadvertently shattered a delicate equilibrium here. We must brace ourselves; a formidable ghostly presence is about to manifest.

With deliberate intent, Miles carefully set down a resplendent golden box on the ground. Drawing forth a pistol, he took aim directly at the ornate container.

Yiming, recognizing the item, gasped, What are you thinking? Thats the

The trapped spirit box, Miles interjected. I intend to unleash its captive. This is our last resort.

Yimings typically stoic demeanor crumbled. Are you out of your mind? Releasing another ghost into this mess? The consequences could be catastrophic!

Miles calmly replied, Were left with few options. The original intent of that malevolent Sick Ghost was to free the entity within this box. Its possible that this captive spirit holds the solution to our predicament.

Without waiting for any further objections, the sharp report of a gunshot filled the air as Miles fired at the box.

The bullet struck true but was repelled by the robust golden surface.

The dynamics of the supernatural force within this village have changed. Previously, when equilibrium was maintained, it had the power to dispatch a ghost tamer with ease. But now, with the balance toppled, our intel suggests that were ensnared in a perilous trap. Were surrounded by pure, unbridled malevolence. Our chances of survival are dwindling. If we stand idly by, theres no doubt well be overwhelmed. Taking this drastic measure may be our only salvation, Miles declared with a sense of urgency.

BANG!

As the gunshot reverberated through the area, a shower of sparkles emerged from the golden box, and a slender crack finally formed. From the gash, a viscous, crimson liquid began to ooze, painting the ground with its eerie sheen. This wasnt just any blood it bore the violent essence of a ghostly being.

The moment this ghost emerges, every man is for himself. Stay vigilant, keep yourselves safe for as long as you can, and we might discover a way out of this nightmare. Without hesitation, he discharged another bullet, focusing intently on the widening aperture.

The boxs confines could no longer contain the force within. Like a dam bursting, the liquid gushed forth, enveloping the immediate vicinity. Gradually, as the blood receded, a nebulous, undulating shadow began to extricate itself, seemingly drawn to the world outside.

Stretch, taken aback by the gravity of the situation, shouted, Are you out of your mind, Miles? I knew you had a captured ghost, but to let it out now, especially under these circumstances?

The gravity of the situation and the potential consequences of their actions bore heavily upon him. In his eyes, Miless audacious move bordered on lunacy.

Miles, however, remained unwavering, his gaze never straying from the now animate shadow. Desperate times call for desperate measures. This might be our only lifeline, he asserted.