The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 462 Cry for Help! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
A week later.

In a secret room of several hundred square meters on the basement floor of the club estate.

Dozens of incandescent bulbs illuminated the entire area.

In the very center of the secret chamber stood more than thirty golden coffins, gleaming brilliantly under the lights.

"Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly, a knocking sound came from one of the golden coffins.

It seemed like something inside was struggling to open the coffin.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"

The impact grew louder and louder, and the golden coffin began to shake.

As the impact intensified, the shaking became increasingly severe.

at last!

"Bang!!!"

After a loud crash, the upright coffin fell sideways, smashing a large crater in the floor.

The violent tremors caused a crack to appear in the gold coffin lid.

"Gululu~"

A thick, black blood flowed out from the cracks in the coffin.

The blood quickly spread, forming a black pool on the ground.

A bloody, mangled face emerged from the pool of blood. The face had no eyes or mouth, but several gaping holes, as if it were roaring.

Ripples spread across the pool of blood, and an inaudible sound echoed and refracted throughout the secret chamber.

"Om~Om~"

The continuously increasing ultrasonic waves caused all the gold coffins in the sealed chamber to vibrate at high frequencies.

Under such high-frequency vibrations, cracks began to appear in the gold foil sealing the connection between the coffin and the lid.

Each of the thirty-odd golden coffins imprisoned a vengeful ghost.

If these vengeful ghosts are allowed to escape, they will definitely cause a terrifying supernatural event in Dachang City.

Just then, a cold corpse appeared above the secret chamber and crashed heavily into the pool of black blood.

"Snap!"

Normally, the impact of a fall would cause blood to splatter everywhere.

Strangely, as the body crashed into the pool of black blood, the blood did not splatter.

Instead, under some unseen force, it began to shrink inward.

The echoing ultrasound in the sealed room stopped, and all the anomalies disappeared.

After the black pool of blood contracted and condensed, it finally transformed into a mouth, a toothless black demon mouth.

The cold corpse picked up the black mouth, righted the golden coffin lying on the ground, and then locked the ghost mouth inside.

"This is a ghost!"

Even if humans discover the rule that supernatural phenomena cannot affect golden substances, they still cannot completely solve supernatural events.

Mu Sheng's voice suddenly rang out in the secret room.

"It's almost done. We've already digested about half of the spoils from the battle at Ping An Building. Once we've digested all these vengeful ghosts, we can forge the fourth level of the Golden Ghost Prison!"

【Three-Layer Golden Ghost Prison (63%)】

【Ghost Scissors (49%)】

After returning to Dachang City that day, Mu Sheng made a batch of gold alloy coffins and sealed most of the vengeful spirits he had hunted in his WeChat Moments inside them.

Over the course of the week, apart from the Ghost Scissors, all the other vengeful spirits have been digested by the Golden Ghost Prison and completely integrated into it.

With the integration of these vengeful spirits, the Golden Ghost Prison has become even more complete.

The temple on the first floor transformed into a towering sacred mountain.

At the summit of the sacred mountain stands the Yama King Temple of Mu Sheng, while on the mountainside sits the temples of the three women, Su Lei, Wang Shanshan, and Miao Xiaoshan.

The second-floor cemetery became more spacious, and a tombstone was added in front of the grave mound, with a name engraved in blood.

A skeleton with will-o'-the-wisps flickering in its eye sockets wandered and patrolled the graveyard.

The Yellow Springs River has expanded from a few hundred meters to several thousand meters, spanning east and west.

Strange, rotting fish swam back and forth in the Yellow Springs River, occasionally leaping out of the water and splashing water droplets on the surface.

The river to the east flowed backwards, connecting all the way to the sky and flowing into a layer of ghostly prison.

The river water to the west poured down into the ground, rushing into the bone forest of the three-layered ghost prison.

On those bone trees where corpses hung, many small black flowers grew, swaying slightly in the eerie wind.

After the battle at Ping An Building, thanks to the selfless contributions of friends, the third layer of the Golden Ghost Prison was completed, and the diameter of the Ghost Prison reached five thousand meters.

After a week of digestion, the area of ​​the Golden Ghost Prison has expanded once again.

The diameter has reached seven kilometers!

The area is approximately 38 million square meters, and the three floors together cover more than 100 million square meters.

"Hi~"

"It's so scary! It's so scary!"

Mu Sheng gasped: "If this were converted to square kilometers..."

"Um, it seems to be only a little over a hundred square kilometers."

"Dachang City has an area of ​​10,000 square kilometers, and this is only one percent of Dachang City's area."

"I'm so happy for nothing!"

Mu Sheng immediately stopped hissing and exhaled the cold air he had been gasping for.

"It's only this small area; I'm too ashamed to show my face to anyone if word gets out."

Mu Sheng, who used to be unable to afford a down payment for a small apartment of a few dozen square meters, is now complaining that the Ghost Prison, which spans hundreds of millions of square meters, is too small.

So what exactly did time travel bring to men? They lost the virtues of hard work and frugality.

Mu Sheng secretly reflected on himself, collected more than half of the coffins in the secret room and threw them into the Golden Ghost Prison to digest them, then left the underground level.

Silence returned to the underground chamber.

On the rooftop, Mu Sheng looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and fell into deep thought.

"Come to think of it, since I woke up, it seems I've taken down more demon tamers than demons."

First it was the Xiaoqiang Club, then it was WeChat Moments. There are at least seventy or eighty Ghost Tamers who died at Musheng's hands.

"Could it be that I am actually a treacherous ghost?"

Mu Sheng was shocked. If this were discovered, wouldn't he be expelled from the human race?

No, no, I can't keep lying around like this. I need to deal with a few more paranormal events.

Mu Sheng immediately brought up the control panel.

Golden Ghost Prison

[The vengeful ghost: 63 have been digested!]

[Underworld Messenger: 44 have been modified!]

"So many ghost messengers shouldn't all be holed up in Dachang City, they should all go out and catch ghosts!"

Mu Sheng's consciousness sank into the Golden Ghost Prison, bestowing upon each of the underworld messengers a vengeful ghost.

Then, another person was assigned a golden body bag, and after dozens of artificial human special forces soldiers, these underworld messengers were thrown out of Dachang City.

As for where to find the ghost, Mu Sheng doesn't need to worry about that.

While Mu Shengzhai was indulging in debauchery at his estate, the frequency of paranormal events in China was also increasing.

The problem now is that there are more paranormal events than ghost tamers, so there's no worry about the underworld officials not having enough ghosts to catch.

"Now, who would dare call me a traitor?" Mu Sheng immediately felt at ease again.

After tearing off his short-sleeved shirt, he jumped off the rooftop and into the swimming pool.

"Bang!!!"

A huge splash erupted in the pool. "Ding-ding-ding!"

As soon as Mu Sheng surfaced, a communication request notification sounded in his mind.

"Yang Jian?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Mu Sheng's eyes. Instead of making a phone call, he was contacting people in this way, so something must have happened.

With a thought, a piece of human skin paper appeared in Mu Sheng's hand.

[Yang Jian, what do you want? Did you encounter something supernatural?]

【.】

An unknown, eerie space, filled with a strange mist.

The fog wasn't very thick, but it blocked out most of the sunlight from the sky, making the surroundings dim even though it was noon.

In the dim light, two beams of light pierced the fog, and a bus suddenly emerged from the fog.

A city bus appearing in the middle of nowhere seems particularly out of place.

Rumble~
Clang, clang~

The bus sped through the wilderness, its wheels constantly churning over gravel and mud, causing the bus to rattle and clang.

This bus is strange; all the windows are tightly closed, without a single gap.

The bus was packed with people; it was almost full except for a few empty seats.

I don't know why these people would take a bus to a place like this.

Inside the bus, Yang Jian looked at the scenery rushing past the window; this place was no longer within the boundaries of Dachang City.

It's not even in the real world anymore, but in some supernatural space that's like a ghost realm.

"During the three days on the bus, the ghost eye and the headless ghost figure were not as active as before."

Yang Jian pondered to himself, "If I stay long enough, it might really work, just like Xu Feng said, to completely shut down the ghost."

"However, this place is not safe, or rather, it is more dangerous than ordinary paranormal events!"

Yang Jian looked up at the display screen in front of the bus, where a line of red text floated across the screen.

Number of passengers: 5

“When I first got on the bus three days ago, the number was 1. During these three days, the number even reached 10 at its highest point.”

Just thinking about that scene left Yang Jian with a lingering chill.

The number displayed on the screen is not the number of passengers on the bus, but the number of ghosts inside the bus.

In other words, besides the few passengers who accidentally wandered onto the bus, and ghost controllers like Yang Jian, there are also five living ghosts on board.

"Let's wait a little longer! Let's wait a little longer!"

Yang Jian had considered getting off the bus. In the past three days, he had figured out the pattern of the supernatural bus.

This is a bus that carries ghosts, traveling between various haunted places.

At each stop, ghosts would get on and off the train.

The haunted bus has the ability to suppress evil spirits; as long as there are empty seats inside, the evil spirits will not attack living people.

But if there aren't enough spaces, something terrible can happen.

On the second day after boarding the train, Yang Jian encountered a situation where a ghost boarded after the train was already full.

The vengeful spirits inside the bus had all gone out of control. If there hadn't been only three ghosts on the bus at the time, everyone on board would probably have died.

Since then, whenever a situation arises where the room is full and more ghosts come up, Yang Jian and the other ghost tamers would decisively choose to kill one of the living people.

To prevent such horrific events from happening again.

However, besides the situation of a full house, there is another dangerous situation – the engine going out.

Every few stops, the haunted bus would stall, and when it did, the inside of the bus would become the most dangerous place.

So when the engine is turned off, all passengers get off, including those ghost passengers.

After leaving the haunted bus, the ghostly passenger lost his control.

This is also the most dangerous place where the engine stalls!
Most of the living passengers and ghost controllers on the paranormal bus died when the engine was turned off.

"Based on my observation, the haunted bus will stop running at this stop or the next stop!"

Yang Jian looked up and glanced at the red screen again; the number of passengers was 5.

"Five ghosts. There are only three ghost controllers left in the car, including myself."

Mu Sheng glanced back at Xu Feng in the last row, and a man completely covered in black clothes.

"This time it's probably dangerous."

Yang Jian's heart sank. Five ghosts, plus the ghost that might appear at the place where the supernatural bus stopped when it was turned off.

The three ghost controllers on the vehicle must each fend off attacks from at least two ghosts, or use some means to evade the ghosts' killing patterns.

'But in that case...'

Yang Jian then looked at the ordinary people who had mistakenly entered the car.

'I'm afraid none of these people will survive.'

Yang Jian wasn't exactly a saint; ever since he became a ghost tamer, his humanity had been gradually eroded by the ghost eye.

Even after a method was developed to control the headless ghost, the lost humanity was not fully restored.

Yang Jian felt a sense of shared sorrow, like the rabbit mourning the death of a fox, or the pain of losing one's own kind.

How different are these ghost tamers from ordinary people?

One was powerless against the ghost, while the other could struggle a little longer.

But with each moment of struggle came a moment of despair and fear.

Just then, Yang Jian noticed that the supernatural bus suddenly began to slow down and stopped at a roadside that didn't exist.

The other passengers in the car also noticed the situation, and their already panicked state became even more frightened.

"The train is about to arrive at the station!"

"Should we get off? It looks like we're in the countryside."

Some hesitated, wondering whether to take the gamble, while others turned their attention to Yang Jian and his group.

The moving bus finally came to a stop, and the front and rear doors opened simultaneously.

"If the engine didn't stall, then it's the next stop!" Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I know that the engine will eventually stall, it's always better to face it a little later.

Looking out through the car door, Yang Jian saw a strange graveyard, and at a glance, he actually saw seven or eight ghosts.

"There are a lot of people outside, can we get off the bus now?"

"Are you blind? Look closely, are those things people?"

"Wait, those weird things are coming over. Are they going to get on the bus?"

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The voices of several ordinary passengers trembled as they looked in terror at the approaching ghostly figure outside the car.

"Don't get on the bus! Don't get on the bus!"

Yang Jian silently prayed in his heart and looked at the five ghosts inside the car.

Upon realizing that none of the five ghosts intended to get off the bus, my heart skipped a beat.

The five ghosts on the bus refuse to get off, while ghosts outside try to get on. Before the next stop, the haunted bus will most likely stall again.

In other words, they will face at least six ghosts when the haunted bus stalls.

"Is it really that unlucky?" Xu Feng muttered from the back row.

However, just when things were going badly, three ghosts walked up from the front door, amidst the prayers of the living.

One of the ghosts exuded a terrifying aura, and one of the ghost eyes on Yang Jian's chest automatically closed.

Yang Jian was completely disheartened and pulled out a palm-sized Bagua mirror from his pocket.

【.】

(End of this chapter)