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Chapter 81: Adventure in the Ghost World ()
"They're chasing me again." Su Yun felt a cold breath coming from behind. The debt collector ghost had just been beaten up and was following him again.

Only a few exceptions like the human skin paper and wish ghosts know how to bully the weak and fear the strong. Most evil ghosts don't know how to defeat the enemy. If they encounter a target that triggers the killing pattern, they will kill it.

"The painting is moving." Shi Qi's voice trembled. Although he had become a ghost master, he also knew that using the power of a fierce ghost was just one step closer to death. And now, with a tiger in front and a wolf behind, the psychological pressure was naturally not small.

Su Yun's eyes fell on the oil paintings hanging on the wall. Most of them were motionless, except for a portrait hanging on the left side of the cemetery painting that showed something unusual.

The figure in the painting seemed to be stimulated by something, and it revived and gradually approached the frame. The figure in the portrait wore a Liuhe hat, a hat worn by landlords and shopkeepers during the Republic of China era, with a square piece of blood jade inlaid in the middle of the hat brim.

The hat was somewhat worn, clinging firmly to the skin, as if it were grown there. The face was even more terrifying, with strange features covered in mottled mold and cracks, like the shabby paint on a wall, as if it would fall off at any moment, revealing an even more horrifying scene within.

There are no pupils or whites in the eye sockets, only a deep darkness, as if they were two bottomless abysses, extremely empty, staring straight at the person outside the painting.

The ghost's clothing is also very characteristic of the Republic of China. It is a dark blue robe and jacket with many buttons falling off. The edges of the robe are worn and rotten, and there are tears on the jacket caused by scissors.

The next moment, the figure in the portrait disappeared, and a strong smell of oil paper filled the room. A hand stretched out from the frame, followed by another hand, and then the terrifying head.

Dada... At the same time, the debt collector also blocked the door, but seemed to be afraid of something and did not go in directly.

It's not hard to guess what the debt collector is afraid of: it's nothing more than the revived ghost in the room. This shows that the ghost in the house is probably even more terrifying than the debt collector outside.

The debt collector, dressed in tattered clothes and shrouded in black mist, stood at the door. The moment the door opened, the strange aura of the evil ghost behind them burst out. This strange aura made the debt collector take a half step back.

boom!
Su Yun's fist, which was wrapped in heart flames, knocked back the ghost that had just revived and was rushing towards him with one punch.

"Shopkeeper?" Su Yun saw that the ghost's body resembled that of a banker. Perhaps he had died after the resurrection of a fierce ghost and was sealed in the ghost painting. Therefore, the cash box he was carrying must have belonged to the ghost.

"Move aside." Even before Su Yun could say anything, Shi Qi had already retreated into the corner. Su Yun unleashed the power of his inner flame, wrapping his entire body in white flames. The flames transformed into two large hands, pinning down the debt collector and the fierce ghost wearing the six-combination hat.

The rules between the Heart Flame, the Debt Collector, and the Six-Combination Hat Ghost were not mutually exclusive, so the competition was a clash of supernatural powers and rules. Both the Debt Collector and the Six-Combination Hat Ghost had just revived, and under the power of Su Yun's Heart Flame, their supernatural powers gradually subsided.

"Give me that picture frame." Su Yun instructed Shi Qi to take the picture frame that the Liuhe Hat Ghost had sealed away. He didn't know how to use it, so he tried to move the picture frame closer to the Liuhe Hat Ghost, who was being held in place by the Heart Flame.

I remember that in the original book, the ghost painting did have the effect of actively swallowing "people". Sure enough, the Liuhe Hat Ghost, who had no power to resist, was immediately swallowed by the derived ghost painting.

Then, Su Yun took out a golden box from the devouring bag he had prepared in advance and placed the painting in the box. He used the heart flame to melt the gap and imprison the evil spirit.

The same operation is performed, using a golden coffin to imprison the debt collector ghost, and then putting them all into the devouring bag.

Shi Qi's eyes widened when she saw the coffin made of pure gold. Her family had some assets, but the visual impact of such a large golden coffin was not comparable to the balance in her mobile phone.

"Is this the painting?" Su Yun asked, pointing to the black forest painting among the four larger oil paintings.

Because Song Shuhang seemed to be in this mysterious place that was no less than a money house, Su Yun quickly imprisoned the two evil spirits. The four large derivative ghost paintings were more like a passage connecting to a mysterious place.

On this strange land, vegetation was sparse and struggled to grow. Occasionally, a few dead trees stood, their branches twisted, as if influenced by some force, presenting a strange posture.

The ground was covered with weeds, occasionally dotted with wild flowers, but they could not conceal the desolation and horror of this place.

Here, graves are densely packed and scattered in disorder in every corner. An eerie blood-red light spills across the desolate land, illuminating each solitary grave. The wind whistles in the distance, accompanied by occasional eerie sounds, as if wronged souls are whispering, leaving one shuddering.

"Hiss~ Why did you suddenly faint?" An inexplicable cold wind blew, and Song Shuhang, who had fallen asleep, was also woken by the cold. He opened his eyes and touched his head, feeling something strange.

Just now, he was pulled into the painting by a force, and then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness. After waking up, Song Shuhang checked his body. Apart from his temperature being much lower than usual, there were no other problems.

Song Shuhang felt a chill all over his body, and was worried that he was possessed by a ghost. After a careful examination and confirming that there was no ghost, he breathed a sigh of relief and observed the situation around him.

There was a black forest in front of him, and the place where he was now looked like a mass grave.

There was a tombstone only three or five meters away from me. The writing on it had long since faded, and I could only vaguely make out some names from long ago. Other tombstones around me were even tilted, as if they would fall down at any moment.

"Hmm... should I wait here for Brother Yun? Or should I go over and take a look?" Song Shuhang hesitated. Looking at the dark forest ahead, Song Shuhang thought for a moment, and curiosity drove him to take a look.

As Song Shuhang approached the center of the mass grave, the chilling atmosphere within the space grew stronger, forming a faint black mist that filled the air. This wasn't a force like the Ghost Mist or the Ghost Domain; it was simply a supernatural manifestation.

Song Shuhang hadn't encountered any danger until he approached the black forest. This was because they had entered the ghost world earlier in time. If they had entered a ghost world earlier, any ghostly place would have been extremely dangerous, not as safe as it was now.

No wonder the forest appears black from afar. The trees here are strange and bizarre. In the land filled with black fog, twisted and strange black trees grow out one after another.

The bark of these trees is rough and hard, like ancient stone slabs eroded by some force, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

The tree's crown was lush and twisted, its branches stretched into irregular shapes, as if pulled by an invisible force. Its leaves were a deep black, emitting an indescribable chill, making it a truly haunted tree.

"Hiss!" Song Shuhang was startled as he approached. A tall, gaunt figure dangled from the thick, twisted branches of the nearest black tree. Clad in a tattered black robe, its dangling form swayed in the occasional chilly breeze.

The face of the corpse could still be seen, its expression distorted and hideous, as if enduring endless pain and torture. The skin exposed outside the black robe was pale and dry, with deep cracks that exposed the dried flesh and blood.

The corpse's rich, mysterious aura told Song Shuhang that it was a ghost. There were no ropes holding the ghost, but rather twisted branches dangling it.

Song Shuhang looked at the tree next door. There was no evil spirit hanging on this tree.

But half a corpse had been fused to the tree's trunk. The exposed half bore a hideous appearance, its body tattered and bloodstained, its flesh an unnatural red as if it had been boiled. The expression on its face was one of immense resentment, yet it was unable to break free.

The situation on the other ghost trees was similar, no wonder I hadn't encountered any danger along the way. It turned out that the ghosts were suppressed here by these ghost trees.

Or maybe he was Song Shuhang. Even in this environment, with fear in his heart, he stepped cautiously into the black forest. These ghost trees seemed to sense Song Shuhang's presence. Some of the black trees began to stir, and those twisted branches spread towards Song Shuhang's location.

Song Shuhang had been prepared and fled out of the ghost tree's range. Worried the ghost tree might follow him, he deliberately ran a little further away. Seeing the ghost tree didn't catch up, he turned back to test it.

Su Yun, who had just entered the mass grave, saw Song Shuhang repeatedly exploring the ghost forest. He couldn't help but wonder, "Has Song Shuhang's suicidal instinct awakened now?"

Su Yun suddenly recalled that this period was the time when Venerable Bai's hair and waist-length black hair appeared. That made sense. Song Shuhang's suicidal intentions had indeed begun to show signs.

"It seems I didn't need to come so quickly. You seem to be having a lot of fun," Su Yun said. Behind him followed a cautious Shi Qi. Entering the ghost painting was dangerous, but staying in the bank wasn't safe either. Shi Qi decisively chose to follow him in.

(End of this chapter)