Chapter 103: The Opened Coffin

Chapter 103: The Opened Coffin

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By subduing the second spirit, Ive managed to prolong the dormant period of the vengeful ghost considerably. Does this mean that Ive accomplished what I set out to do, even without making this transaction? And if thats the case, is there any real reason to go forward with the trade? A frown etched deep lines on Miless forehead as he grappled with these questions. Yet, it wasnt long before he pushed his previous musings aside.

No, he whispered to himself, The looming danger of the vengeful ghost reawakening persists. The stability Ive achieved is tenuous. It might afford me a brief respite, a fleeting window of safety, but as I continue to exploit the spirits power, this delicate balance is bound to break. I might even find myself having to tame a third ghost. The trade cannot be halted now.

His attention shifted to an ominous-looking parchment made of human skin that lay nearby on the ground. He contemplated, And if that whatever company out there does possess the knowledge to dominate these vengeful spirits, then Id rather choose to align with that company instead of relying on this unsettling parchment. Whats more, I have no way of knowing what other sort of dark power it held if it could even devour other ghosts. Would it be wiser to just toss this item away? The thought raced through Miless mind.

Although logic dictated he should leave the eerie human skin parchment right where it was. However, his primal instinct for survival warned him against it. The crisis wasnt over, and in a desperate moment, this piece of skin might be his last line of defense. As unsettling as it was, its potential power was undeniable, and it might be the difference between life and death.

Determined, Miles opted to keep the parchment. Still, he resolved to tread more carefully in his impending trade. As he picked up and folded the artifact, he hesitated to keep it close. Instead, he stashed it within an old golden box, the same one he had once used to confine the headless ghost. Though the box looked worn, he planned to restore and fortify it once he got back home.

He knew he couldnt afford to be complacent. There were still matters concerning Yellow Hill Village that demanded his attention. He felt a deep-seated obligation to settle these issues before leaving the area.

Suddenly, the ghost domain manifested again, its reach now spanning a whopping fifty meters around him in stark contrast to its previous confines. This revelation underscored the idea that while humans might have limitations in wielding a ghosts energy, the resulting power dynamics would be radically amplified when a ghost dominated another.

In an instant, Miles was standing next to a sleek sports car as he yanked out the suitcase from within its interior.

Miles added with a sense of urgency, This fleeting safety wont last indefinitely. If darkness descends upon us again, our chances of survival will plummet drastically. We must act promptly.

Stretch responded with a nod, almost reflexively. Witnessing Miless adeptness and resilience in the face of such adversity had earned his admiration and trust. Stretch rued not siding with him earlier. Maybe, just maybe, more of their group could have been saved if they did.

With a determined look, Miles said, We need to move. Now.

With a simple yet commanding sweep of his arm, Miles wielded his ghostly power to instantly shift both of them to the doorstep of the ominous ancestral hall. To anyone else, this abrupt and otherworldly mode of travel might have been shocking, but Stretch was no stranger to it. He had seen Miles manifest this ability before.

Gathering his thoughts, Miles began to explain, albeit cryptically, Right now, delving deep into specifics isnt our priority. He paused briefly, surveying the area, and continued, From what Ive deduced, two specters haunt this village. One lurks and hunts, singling out and ruthlessly eliminating unsuspecting ghost tamers. The other, I believe, is trapped within this coffin, he said, indicating the ornate casket that lay before them. Our immediate mission is clear. We need to work in tandem to unlatch and release whatever entity is ensnared within. If things take a turn for the worse, be prepared to engage in combat with full might. Your suitcase and the body bag I have are designed to capture and contain these spirits.

Stretch nodded somberly, the weight of the situation evident in his gaze. He had clung to a faint ray of hope that they might find a way out of this accursed village. But now, the gravity of their situation was clear, and the trepidation of what lay ahead was palpable. Silently, he implored the heavens for some form of divine protection to help them navigate the perilous terrain of Yellow Hill Village and emerge intact.

Lets get to it, Miles grabbed a crowbar that had been discarded nearby and handed it over to Stretch.

However, just as the duo steeled themselves to pry open the coffin, an unsettling sound pierced the stifling silence of the hall. A feeble, raspy cough echoed, its source unmistakably originating from within the glossy red confines of the coffin. Before they could even process this, another eerie occurrence transpired. The coffin, which had defiantly thwarted Miless previous attempts to open, now began to inch open autonomously. From the dimly lit interior, a pallid hand, devoid of any warmth or color, slowly extended out.

Eyes wide with terror, Stretch exclaimed, Miles! His voice quivering, and his face slick with a sheen of nervous sweat.