touchnovel Chapter 64 Invasion of the Ghost Realm, the Suppressing Object Appears
Chapter 64 Invasion of the Ghost Realm, the Suppressing Object Appears
On this day, Jiang Jun sat cross-legged in the flower room as usual, suppressing and refining the "Starving Ghost" and the "Demonic Blood Lotus".
Suddenly, the earth trembled violently, as if a giant beast had turned over.
On the windowsill, the ceramic pot rustled, and the glass of the greenhouse creaked with a teeth-grinding sound.
The sky outside the window was covered by dark clouds, and it darkened in just a few breaths.
The eerie fog surged in like a tide, swallowing the blue sky and white clouds, swallowing the sunlight, and shrouding the entire Qingjiang City in a strange twilight.
The air was thick with an eerie atmosphere, almost tangible, making it hard to breathe.
The earth trembled in waves, as if something was tearing and struggling underground, trying to break through the soil.
This is not an earthquake.
This is the mirrored ghost world overlapping with the real world.
The entire city was filled with eerie energy, like invisible springs pouring monsters down upon the human world.
Grayish-white mist suddenly appeared from cracks in the ground, walls, and air. Human-skin lanterns, ghosts, vampire bats, and grotesque snakes... countless monsters sprang out of the mist and pounced on the panicked citizens.
Screams echoed throughout the streets.
A canine monster emerged from the gray mist and pounced on a mother and daughter who were waiting for a bus.
The mother instinctively shielded her daughter behind her, but the dog opened its fanged "mouth" and bit the mother's shoulder, causing blood to splatter.
The girl's cries echoed throughout the entire street.
A middle-aged man who had just come out of the supermarket was surrounded by three ghosts.
The icy touch pierced his bones, his face quickly turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground, his shopping bags scattered everywhere.
Further away, a swarm of vampire bats poured out from the gaps in the residential buildings, their screams, the sound of shattering glass, and the thud of heavy objects falling to the ground all mingling together.
Amidst this chaos, officers from the Department of the Supernatural have rushed to the front lines.
Their figures can be seen everywhere in the city.
Some squads were out hunting down monsters in the streets and alleys, some were organizing the evacuation of people in residential buildings, and some were setting up defenses around important facilities.
Gunshots, incantations, and the howls of the monsters mingled together, creating a chaotic yet tragic war song.
Su Tie stood atop the Divine Bureau building, his bronze sword hanging beside him, its gray-green light darting through the city like a dragon.
His gaze was cold and stern. With each strike of his sword, countless monsters of the skirmisher and guerrilla classes were shredded by his sword energy.
Even elite-level monsters couldn't withstand a single exchange from him; a swirling sword light would cleave them in two.
But he never left the Department of the Supernatural.
He is waiting.
He sensed several even stronger auras lurking deep within the gray fog; they were lord-level monsters.
They haven't made a move yet; they seem to be observing and waiting.
Su Tie's eyes were deep and focused, and he dared not relax for even a moment.
On a commercial street in the south of the city, Zhao Chen and his squad were engaged in a fierce battle with a group of ghosts and human-skin lanterns.
"Zhou Xia!" Zhao Chen shouted.
Zhou Xia bit her fingertip, and a drop of blood fell into her palm. Dark gray mist emanated from her hand, emitting a nauseating stench.
As the fog spread, the ghosts were swayed and their movements became much slower. The human skin lanterns also gave way, and the attack was halted.
Taking advantage of the moment, Zhao Chen raised the "Mirror of Oblivion." The light from the bronze mirror swept across it, and the remaining monsters fell into a daze.
He Hongtao, Zhang Ming, and others rushed forward and cleaned up the strange area.
Before they could catch their breath, they rushed to the next battlefield.
Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in every corner of the city.
In this catastrophe, there was another line of defense that also protected the lives of countless ordinary people.
A residential community in Cangyun District.
Outside an ordinary residential building, a dozen ghosts wandered outside the window, emitting mournful wails.
They could sense that someone was inside, but they couldn't find the entrance.
On the glass window, "Ghostly Prohibition" emitted a faint, clear light, "erasing" the entire room from the eerie sensation.
In a bedroom on the third floor, a young couple huddled under the bed, holding their one-year-old twins.
The space under the bed was cramped. The husband held his two children in his arms, while the wife clung tightly to her husband's arm, trembling all over.
The sobbing sounds outside the window came in waves, but there was still no sign of anyone coming in.
The husband breathed a sigh of relief, his voice trembling with relief: "It's alright, they can't get in."
He saw a post about talismans online and tried making one to hang on his window. His neighbors laughed at him, saying he'd been fooled by netizens.
Now, it is this inconspicuous little thing that has saved the lives of all four members of the family.
In an alley in the south of the city.
A female rider is riding her electric bike, preparing to pass through the alley to deliver a milk tea order.
Suddenly, a grayish-white mist rose around her, and two ghostly figures emerged from it, blocking her path.
The female rider slammed on the brakes and fell to the ground, her knees hitting the concrete pavement, causing her to cry out in pain.
Three ghostly figures drifted over slowly, their chilling aura cutting into her skin like knives.
She closed her eyes, only one thought remaining in her mind: "It's over."
Just as the ghost was about to pounce on her, a string of "Ghostly Sorrow" suddenly lit up on the delivery box.
A strong aroma of garlic exploded out, and the three ghosts screamed and took a few steps back as if they had been burned, circling in the distance.
The female rider scrambled to her feet, grabbed "Ghostly Sorrow" tightly, and dragged her injured leg out of the alley.
She wiped away her tears and sweat, her mind filled with only one thought: "From now on, I'll never take this treasure off, no matter what."
The shantytowns in the north of the city.
An elderly couple was trapped inside their own house.
The old lady held her husband's hand and sat on the old wooden bed that had been used for more than 30 years, listening to the rustling sounds outside the door, her face calm.
The old man held her hand in return and sighed, "This life has been enough."
Through the crack in the door, a strange snake poked out its triangular head, its cold, vertical pupils sweeping across the room.
Suddenly, the "Divine Rooster Talisman" on the wall glowed slightly.
In a daze, the old lady seemed to see a spirited little rooster jump out of the talisman, its body glowing with a faint fire, pounce on the strange snake, and peck at its head with its sharp beak.
The snake twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
The other eerie snakes outside the door seemed to be frightened by the firelight and scattered.
The old man blinked. The little rooster was gone, but the talisman on the wall remained the same.
He glanced at his wife, but neither of them spoke.
The characters on the talisman were written by his own hand, each stroke neat and tidy; the chicken claws and fire patterns on the talisman were drawn by his wife, crooked and distorted, like a child's scribbles.
When I first drew this talisman, it was just to mark the occasion during the Grain Rain season.
Unexpectedly, the talisman they created together actually saved their lives.
Fulu Village.
Every household has a "gourd that swallows ghosts" hanging above their door.
The gourds of all sizes glowed faintly in the eerie mist, like guardian lamps.
Ghosts and shadowy figures lingered at the village entrance, but dared not approach.
Occasionally, if a small, eerie creature gets too close, a faint suction force will emanate from the gourd's mouth, scaring it away or sucking it in.
In the main room of Zhao Jing's house, there were seven gourds of various sizes hanging.
The largest one, hanging right in the middle, was the very one he used to block the elite-level ghosts when the black-robed men of the Ghost Cult attacked last time.
A faint crack still remains on the gourd's belly, left by the black-robed man's blow.
At this moment, a ghost close to the level of a wandering warrior floated to the front of Zhao Jing's house. It lingered at the door for a moment, seemed to sense something, hesitated for a moment, and finally rushed into the house.
The cracked gourd suddenly trembled, and a faint, eerie light emanated from the crack on its belly. A suction force far stronger than that of other gourds surged out.
The ghost was sucked in, struggling desperately and letting out a piercing scream, but it was still dragged little by little into the mouth of the gourd.
The gourd bulged, making a few muffled thuds, and then fell silent.
Zhao Jing peeked out from the inner room and saw that the gourd was still swaying slightly, so he couldn't help but swallow.
He shielded his grandfather Zhao Yuan behind him and whispered, "Grandpa, this gourd in our house seems to have come to life."
Zhao Yuan tapped him: "Don't talk nonsense, that's a talisman."
Zhao Jing chuckled, said nothing more, and stared at the gourd for a long while.
He always felt that there was an inexplicable connection between him and that gourd.
It's as if it's saying: I'm here, don't be afraid.