Simultaneous travel: The group is about to be wiped out

Chapter 206 The Special Features of the Ghost Village
This is the terrifying aspect of the ghost tamers in the Republic of China era; the mere presence of their ghostly domain was enough to control the entire area, rendering everyone immobile.

Even the vengeful spirit within Chen Feng's body was suppressed; the only thing that could still move was his eyes.

He wasn't too worried about the current situation. Although the ghost's abilities had been suppressed, the abilities of other systems had not.

He could instantly activate the Eye of All Things and activate the Flying Thunder God if he wanted, taking Li Ming, who was not far away, away from here.

Fortunately, the elderly man from the Republic of China era kept his promise and showed no hostility towards him.

The opponent's strength is terrifying. Even if he is not as good as Zhang Dong, he is definitely comparable to the other members of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China.

The Black Ghost Realm and the Black and White Alley, which had invaded this place, were completely out of control at this moment and were easily pulled into reality by the old man with a wave of his hand.

Upon witnessing this scene, the nine kings in the alley felt a sense of shock.

Especially the young man, the master of the alley's ghostly domain, who was shrouded in shadow, felt a chill run down his spine.

You should know that this dark alley is his core ghost ability, which can block transportation; all his skills are in this area.

But now, this ghostly alley has slipped out of its control and is completely useless.

What a joke! How could this old man be so powerful that he actually took away his own ghost domain!

“A bunch of reckless bastards who have no idea what’s locked up in here. Fine, I’ll just kill you all here today, so you won’t cause any more trouble in the future.”

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you something. According to the rules, I need to let you know my name before I kill you. My peers have given me a title: the Ghost Peeler."

The moment he finished speaking, the old man stretched out his withered hand again. The hand was covered with lividity and looked rather horrifying.

He aimed at Simon the cowboy and casually gave him a light pull.

In an instant, his supernatural abilities were activated, and the revolver in his hand and the vengeful ghost he was carrying were instantly taken away, leaving him with no power to resist.

Even the core vengeful spirit within its body was directly extracted; it was a vengeful spirit covered in weeds.

These vengeful spirits were extracted and remained suspended in mid-air, without making any movement.

With a single blow, a top-tier demon tamer was stripped of everything in an instant.

Not only that, Simon the cowboy aged rapidly and died instantly.

He died of old age, which means that Simon's lifespan was taken away in the blink of an eye.

Because of Chen Feng's involvement, the plot has changed drastically, and Simon, who was originally going to participate in the national war, has died at this moment.

This also confirms previous speculations that the vengeful spirits in the mysterious resurrected world are not ordinary vengeful spirits, but rather a kind of rule.

Everyone present was one of the world's top ghost tamers, yet none of them were able to make a move at this moment.

In this thick, dark ghost realm, everything was frozen in time, even the vengeful spirits remained motionless.

A powerful ghost realm, vengeful spirits that can easily strip away the power of their tamers, and this ghost village beneath their feet—these combined make them the top powerhouses among the older generation of ghost tamers during the Republic of China era.

There's even a strong possibility that this old man possesses the ability to restart...

Retrieving Simon's body was a trivial act for the old man, requiring no effort whatsoever.

He is definitely a powerhouse on par with the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, capable of limiting...
The next moment, the old man coughed violently twice, panting heavily, and his originally cloudy eyes began to glaze over.

"Time is running out. I have some things to take care of, so I'd better finish you off quickly. I won't waste any more time with you."

"You want this ghost village? Fine, I'll give it to you right now."

The cane tapped the ground again, and suddenly the surrounding environment changed.

Everyone present arrived at another place, a village.

This village doesn't look much different from the village I first encountered here.

But the eerie atmosphere was quite different.

All the ghost tamers felt the strange movement of the ghosts within their bodies the moment they arrived here.

It's fierce, very fierce.

Those houses were completely different from before; shadows darted about inside, and all sorts of vengeful ghosts appeared.

A strange figure carrying a blood-red umbrella, a woman wrapped in blood-red strips of cloth, and an old man with a stiff body and a deathly pale face...

These vengeful spirits stood inside the house, silently watching the group of people who had suddenly appeared through the windows.

Some vengeful spirits whose killing rules had been triggered tried to attack, but were locked tightly in these dark wooden houses and could only helplessly bang their heads against the walls.

"Dong dong!"

A rough estimate suggests that there are approximately forty of these malevolent spirits, scattered throughout the surrounding houses.

Moreover, these vengeful ghosts are all very fierce.

Once they infiltrate reality, there is no doubt that it will be an unimaginable disaster.

Fortunately, this old man from the Republican era managed to control the ghost village and seal off all the evil spirits.

Chen Feng let out a soft breath, stood up, and without the restriction of the two-legged ghost, the vengeful spirit within him was restored.

Moreover, it seemed that the old man was deliberately controlling it, so the black ghost domain did not use any supernatural power on him.

After a careful scan, a strange phenomenon was discovered: this ghost village had thirty-five houses.

No, to be more precise, there are thirty-six rooms.

Because behind that old man was another house, but this house was completely different from the others.

This room is for those who control ghosts.

According to the novel's plot, both the haunted bus and the ghost post office have some connection to the number thirty-five.

The haunted bus has 35 seats for passengers, excluding the driver's seat.

The Ghost Post Office has seven rooms on each floor, totaling thirty-five rooms across five floors.

The old man from the Republican era stretched out his hand and beckoned to the house behind him. A dark blue ring flew out and landed on the middle finger of his right hand.

Just as Chen Feng was pondering, the situation on the field changed again.

A blond man dressed in gray, holding a palette and paintbrush, suddenly swung his brush, spilling paint from the palette. A location appeared behind him: a small alleyway with an iron tower in the distance.

The location was strikingly similar to a scene from abroad.

The supreme king of the Kingdom Organization is the painter.

The all-out attack finally caused the sealed-off ghost realm to relax its guard for a moment.

This strike was for no other reason than to free a king from his shackles—the pianist.

The pianist, dressed in a tuxedo, dared not slacken in the slightest. The moment he broke free, he began to frantically strike the piano in front of him.

"Guys, this should be my last appearance. I might not be able to attend meetings after this. We can't all die here."

The frenzied piano music burst forth, spreading in all directions.

At the same time, the pianist's entire body began to change, gradually becoming confused.

He was playing this eerie piece on the piano with his life on the line; after this, he would only be able to survive by relying on the piano.

Their desperate efforts finally paid off, and the thick blackness around them began to fade. The remaining six kingdoms broke free from their restraints in this attack.

Without the slightest hesitation, the masked woman unleashed a black-haired ghost that tightly embraced her body, its pale hands frantically pulling the water zither.

Ding! ! !
A long, piercing sound rang out, like the clash of blades; this is the background music from a horror movie.

However, the performance, now played through supernatural objects, amplifies its supernatural power.

The sounds of the water harp and the piano harmonized, the two eerie sounds blending perfectly together, their supernatural power amplifying each other.

Finally, the intense black ghostly aura faded again, and the foreign landscape depicted by the painter behind him became clear once more.

The combined efforts of the three top kings finally brought a slight relaxation to this ghostly realm.

The short man dressed as a clown chuckled, staring intently at the old man in the distance, his makeup becoming more vibrant.

The supernatural attack arrived instantly.

The old man raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest in his tone.

"Oh, a vengeful ghost that attacks with consciousness? Interesting, but unfortunately, you're far inferior to that old guy back then."

He stretched out his right hand, aimed it at his head, and with a casual pull, the clown in his mind was directly ripped out and crushed.

He casually waved his hand lightly at the clown.

"Go."

Suddenly, a change occurred in a black wooden house not far away; the door opened, and a powerful attraction was generated.

The clown had no time to dodge; he screamed and was immediately drawn inside.

boom! ! !
The door was tightly shut, and a malevolent spirit began to roam, launching a supernatural attack.

Those who are locked in this room have been carefully selected by the old man; the level of terror is extremely high.

Faced with these vengeful ghosts, the clown, skilled in mental attacks, was simply no match.

After a few screams, it was torn to pieces.

The old man yawned as he watched the pianist playing the music with such fervor.

"If it were a complete jigsaw puzzle ghost, a piano and three pieces of music would still be a bit of a problem for me. Unfortunately, it's laughable that you think you can stop me with just this incomplete jigsaw puzzle piece."

As he spoke, he waved his hand again, gently nodding at the two kings.

Suddenly, the doors of the two surrounding houses opened again, generating a powerful attraction.

The two kings who controlled the demons screamed twice before being sucked in.

The vengeful spirit he was controlling was completely ineffective at this moment, as it was utterly suppressed.

Even the duet of piano music and water harp could only temporarily resist the thick black ghost domain; it could not harm the old man at all.

"Bang!! Bang!!"

Two muffled thuds were heard, the doors and windows of the house were locked, screams rose and fell, and finally silence fell.

At this moment, even the top demon tamers of the Kingdom Organization were no match for the old monster from the Republic of China era.

Having been a ghost tamer for decades, he had reached the pinnacle of this path. With the assistance of the ghost village, the old man's strength had reached an even higher level.

Undeniably, the kings of these kingdoms are geniuses on the path of demon tamers; otherwise, they wouldn't have reached this level.

But this elderly man from the Republic of China era was also a genius, and he had developed over several decades.

Four of the nine foreign kings have already perished with the mere wave of their hands.

The masked woman's fair forehead was covered in sweat. Before they came, they had thought that the old man was very powerful, but they did not expect him to be this strong.

Even top-tier ghost tamers with the power of vengeful spirits are like ants in the hands of their opponent, easily annihilated.

Fang Shiming, who was watching from the sidelines, stared in shock at the scene before him. He was confident that his strength was among the top in the current world situation, but he estimated that he could defeat this old man with just a wave of his hand.

Ye Zhen seemed quite emotional: "I, Ye Wudi, am arrogant and confident in my strength. I never expected to meet this old man today and realize that there are always people more powerful than me. But my confidence in being invincible will not be easily lost."

"One day, I will surpass everyone and become truly invincible. At that time, I will make sure that the sky can no longer obscure my vision."

Hearing such childish words, Chen Feng's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but feel speechless.

As expected, Ye Zhen is quite strong, but unfortunately he's too much of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

In contrast to the ease of the three kings, a sense of despair enveloped the hearts of the remaining five kings.

The projectionist, draped in a black trench coat, was now ready, blood gushing from his mouth and staining the ground.

The surrounding environment began to darken, and the black and white alley reappeared.

"Walk!!"

With a roar, the painter, who had been waiting for a long time, dared not be careless in the slightest. He plunged his hand into his chest, soaked it in blood, and then swung it backward.

Suddenly, the foreign scene depicted in the drawing became even clearer, completely imprinted on this ghost village.

Without the slightest hesitation, the painter, the projectionist, and the lady in the dress all fled backwards at the same time.

"Are you leaving?"

The old man's deep voice rang out, sounding like a vengeful ghost, making the five kings' hearts tighten. They then saw him wave his hand again.

The next moment, the three doors opened again, generating a powerful attraction that tried to draw the three fleeing people back in.

Feeling that terrifying attraction, the three of them were completely desperate.

Ding ding!! Ding ding!!
The rapid pounding of the keys revealed the pianist in his tuxedo as if possessed, striking the keys with abandon.

The entire piano trembled back and forth, as if it were about to fall apart.

The eerie piano music rose up, even affecting the ghost village to some extent.

Suddenly, the powerful attraction paused.

Taking advantage of the moment, the painter and projectionist, without the slightest hesitation, plunged into the foreign scene depicted in the painting and escaped.

The noblewoman following behind also tried to escape, but it was too late. An even stronger attraction was generated, and a house not far away swallowed her up like a ferocious beast.

No!!! No!!

A pitiful scream rang out, but it was to no avail.

The house banged and crashed until it finally returned to complete silence.

The pianist, having reached his limit, gave a bitter laugh and disappeared along with the piano.

With a thud, the remaining masked women knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the old man in front of them, on the verge of despair and collapse.

As kings, they were not afraid even when facing the fiercest ghosts.

But the old man before them was even more terrifying than the vengeful ghosts. The ghosts were like toys in his hands, obeying his commands.

With a casual wave of his hand, he could extract the vengeful spirits from their bodies. Eleven kings came, but only two escaped. The difference in their strength was too great…

(End of this chapter)