Liu Qi and Seow Yang couldn’t sever the ties tugging at their hearts, tempted by the wandering souls on the road. They wanted to gamble, to try taking one of the souls, and prove the rumors true, to see if they could really bring it back to life.

Is it really so easy to take a wandering soul away?

It’s well known in the supernatural circle that the most terrifying thing is reversing life and death, bringing the dead back to life.

Both Liu Qi and Seow Yang, who previously were quite focused on the bigger picture, had now completely set aside the thought of reuniting with Yang Jian and saving the residents of Baishui Town.

The two teamed together, taking with them a middle-aged man with a face ashen and body cold, walking back without looking back.

The soul of this middle-aged man showed no resistance, like a walking corpse, allowing Liu Qi to lead it forward. It did not transform into a fierce ghost to attack Liu Qi, nor did it summon any other horrors.

Everything seemed to go smoothly.

Even other wandering souls unconsciously made way, indicating for Liu Qi and Seow Yang to leave.

As if as long as they continued down the road ahead, everything held hope.

Although Seow Yang was impulsive at this moment, his mind was still relatively calm. He understood that taking a soul away from here wasn’t going to be that easy, so he remained highly vigilant.

Seow Yang reminded aloud, “Although I tried to take a soul away once before and failed, I can’t be sure if everyone encounters the same danger when doing so. I can only remind you that the closer you get to the side of the road, the more bizarre the situations become. Don’t be fooled by the fact that now all the souls are making way for us, seemingly helping us. Soon you will understand, it’s all an illusion.”

“I understand, my heart is prepared,” Liu Qi nodded, acknowledging the caution.

Of course, he understood that taking away a wandering soul was by no means easy. Having gone through so much, he was no longer the naïve student he once was.

The two walked briskly, talking as they went.

Shortly after.

Following the path the souls voluntarily cleared, they soon saw neon lights flickering at the end of the distant road.

The neon lights illuminated the surroundings, vaguely revealing the brightly colored paper flowers along the roadside.

“I see it, once we reach the end we’ll be able to leave the road,” Liu Qi’s face lit up with joy, feeling somewhat excited.

He had thought he would lose his way here, never expecting to find the way out so easily.

With a direction now, he only needed to forge ahead, steeling himself.

However, at this moment, Seow Yang was prepared to face any danger.

He, too, had such moments before; hope clearly within reach, only to ultimately fail. But this time, he and Liu Qi were teaming up, trying to break this curse.

Very soon.

Liu Qi’s expression flickered as he first sensed something amiss.

The soul he grasped, resembling his father in every way, for some reason started slowing its pace. No, it wasn’t the steps slowing, but the body growing heavier, as if a tremendous resistance was hindering the soul’s advance.

This resistance was dispensed onto Liu Qi, making his initially brisk steps now laborious.

It was as if he’d fallen into a deep quagmire, unable to move quickly.

“There’s a resistance hindering my advance, and the closer we go, the greater the resistance, Seow Yang, the irregularities you mentioned have appeared,” Liu Qi said with a grim face.

However, Seow Yang, who was not holding the soul, didn’t feel this at all, “I’ll help you,” he said.

With that, he reached out to hold the other hand of the soul.

But as soon as his hand touched.

Suddenly.

The soul, which had been as silent as death, unexpectedly opened its mouth and emitted an unbelieving, strange shriek, the sound revealing an indescribable pain, perhaps fiercely resisting Seow Yang’s touch.

Meanwhile, the deathly pale body of the soul began quickly darkening, decaying, disintegrating. If this continued, this soul would likely completely perish soon.

This occurrence scared Seow Yang into letting go quickly, releasing the soul.

Upon releasing, the soul’s mouth immediately closed, the screaming stopped, and its body ceased deteriorating, gradually recovering with time.

“There was no precedent for two people taking one soul together, now it seems only a family member of the soul can lead it without resistance; if a second person helps, then for some reason, the soul might completely die. This should be the rule of this road of souls,” Seow Yang calmly deduced and concluded.

“Looks like you’re on your own, though I can assist if other dangers arise.”

“No issue, I was prepared for this,” Liu Qi replied.

Then he took a deep breath, feeling the increasing difficulty in advancing, deciding to use his supernatural power.

In the next moment.

The deathly pallor and chill of the soul began rapidly spreading to Liu Qi, along with the immense resistance.

This supernatural power stemmed from a curse.

The curse Liu Qi bore could transfer any supernatural elements from others onto himself. The more potent the supernatural element, the longer the contact required, making it extremely hazardous to ordinary people. As soon as Liu Qi touched an ordinary person, within moments, a part of the living would transfer onto him.

For instance, health, sight, taste, even lifespan.

Strictly speaking, he could theoretically extend his life indefinitely by continuously transferring lifespan from others, although those whose lifespan he took would die immediately.

Yet, this was mere theory. After all, the biggest concern for those who engage with ghosts wasn’t the problem of lifespan, but the issue of ghost resurrection. Once a ghost resurrects, a long lifespan becomes irrelevant.

Moreover, not everything transfers; some part will be lost.

If an ordinary person had a lifespan of a hundred years, then transferring to Liu Qi would leave only thirty years.

That means acquiring merely thirty percent.

The remaining seventy percent seems to be lost, or perhaps seized by a terrifying ghost, the source of this curse.

Similarly, if the transfer involves supernatural elements, there’s also a loss; however, the degree of this loss is not fixed and depends on the terror level of the supernatural force involved. Therefore, this transfer equates to indirectly weakening the supernatural element, but despite this, the weakened supernatural element still imposes a great burden on Liu Qi.

Fortunately, Liu Qi, who bears this curse, made good use of it, and managed to harness other fierce ghosts.

“It’s alright, I can manage,”

Liu Qi took a deep breath, feeling the resistance greatly reduced, much easier than before.

He again grabbed the soul and quickened his pace.

The distance rapidly closed.

Estimating, they were less than fifty meters from leaving this road.

But at this moment, other abnormalities emerged again.

In a dim corner, a pair of bloodshot eyes appeared, staring at Liu Qi, and began swiftly approaching.

Undeniably, that was a fierce ghost.

The bloodshot ghost was closing in swiftly, its bizarre body crawling rapidly across the ground in the darkness.

The ghost wasn’t even close yet, inherently still a ways away.

Suddenly, two scarred, slightly decaying arms emerged from behind one soul, and grabbed Liu Qi, who was moving forward.

Everything happened too abruptly.

Focused on pulling the soul forward, Liu Qi had no time to react.

“It’s that ghost that targeted me before, damn it, just at this time…”

Liu Qi’s face darkened instantly; subsequently, his body defied his will, staggering as he fell to the ground, and was pulled back by a tremendous force, dragged back relentlessly.

Originally, the forward resistance was great, and now being attacked by a ghost felt even more like adding insult to injury.

At this time, Seow Yang acted without hesitation.

His hands wet as if soaked by rain, then grabbed hold of the scarred, slightly decayed arm.

The tremendous pulling force immediately diminished significantly.

Liu Qi slightly stabilized his form.

But it wasn’t enough.

The hands gripped him like iron shackles, locked tightly onto his body, impossible to break free.

“No, this ghost is unusual, I can’t force it back,” Seow Yang growled lowly, feeling as if his hands clung to thorns, his hands covered now with scratches.

Subsequently, the scratches quickly bruised, decayed, and began to spread across his entire body.

He was merely a common city leader, lacking the kind of pinnacle supernatural power, being able to turn the residents of Baishui Town into the living dead through Ghost Rain to prevent ghost attacks was already considerable. Typically, he hid within buildings, relying on the supernatural item, the elegy, to resist encountered ghosts, with very few direct confrontations.

And most importantly.

The last time he attempted to take a soul away, the supernatural force encountered was not this strong.

Indeed.

Everyone encounters different situations.

The stronger the supernatural, the more dangerous the encounter.

“I’ll do it.”

Taking advantage of the moment, Liu Qi acted again, knowing that the supernatural he wielded was more than one.

A blurry ghostly figure appeared before him, this ghost squatting on the ground, swaying like a roly-poly. At this moment, the ghostly figure was pressing down on those scarred arms.

Those two arms began to twist and deform, accompanied by the sound of cracking bones beside his ears.

Liu Qi’s face was growing increasingly ashen while the swaying ghostly figure became clearer, swaying more, as if it might topple over at any moment.

As the swaying grew larger, the terror of the supernatural increased.

Those scarred, slightly rotten arms couldn’t withstand the supernatural confrontation between Liu Qi and Seow Yang.

The final sound of breaking bones echoed.

The two arms finally snapped completely, lost all movement, and lay limp on the ground.

The hands gripping Liu Qi lost their strength and let go.

Liu Qi took a deep breath, hurriedly breaking free from the ghost’s grip, dragging the soul away from those arms, and continued forward.

As he retreated.

The ghostly figure that had been swaying over the arms quickly faded and disappeared from sight.

Seow Yang took this opportunity to withdraw.

He lowered his head as he walked.

Indeed.

His palms were cut with multiple wounds, but no blood flowed, only rotten injuries remained.

However, as the supernatural rain washed over, the wounds slightly improved, at least the decay wasn’t worsening.

“The ghost is temporarily suppressed and hasn’t chased after us. Let’s rush out of here while we can,” Liu Qi said through gritted teeth.

He was feeling very uncomfortable.

Enduring the immense resistance of the souls and using supernatural power to repel a terrifying ghost, the worst part was he had been dragged back twenty meters by the ghost, further away from the roadside.

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Because he had a premonition that the remaining fifty meters would not be easy to cross.

Soon.

The premonition was confirmed.

When Liu Qi returned to his previous position, the path ahead was blocked.

Three people holding hands in a row approached them.

The three women looked identical, but all carried incomplete facial features: one had a pair of ashen eyes, another had bright red lipstick on her lips, and the last had a pair of ghastly white ears.

“These aren’t souls, these are ghosts.”

Liu Qi and Seow Yang were stunned.

“Don’t fight against them, bypass these things.”

Yet, at this moment, the first woman’s ashen eyes subtly moved, appearing as if awakened, fixated on Liu Qi and Seow Yang.

In an instant.

Seow Yang felt a chilling danger envelop him.

Originally, he was at some distance from the three ghosts, but suddenly.

Almost as if he blinked.

The three ghosts appeared around Seow Yang and Liu Qi, close as if they might cling to them, causing both men to instinctively retreat, only to crash into the hands of the adjacent women.

Unnoticed, the adjacent ghosts had lifted their arms, reaching straight out, intending to block their path.

An eerie chill engulfed them.

Before they could react, the first and third ghosts moved forward, encroaching their space, lifting arms into unreasonable angles, forming a circle intending to trap them.

“It’s not good, break out! Don’t let these three ghosts trap us,” Liu Qi’s face changed dramatically.

He sensed the approaching danger from the unexpected change.

The intuition of a ghost-wielder told him that once these three ghosts succeed, they would surely suffer a dreadful fate trapped in the middle.

Seow Yang activated his supernatural power, resulting in an incredible sight.

The supernatural rain above stopped falling.

However, he clearly saw rain still falling around the three eerie women.

The supernatural rain was completely isolated outside.

Liu Qi also made a move, the swaying ghostly figure appeared before him once more.

The squatting ghost began to sway like a roly-poly again.

This time, however, the swaying ghost collided with the arms of the three eerie women, without any effect. Instead, the arms impacted the ghost, reducing its swaying frequency rapidly.

But this wasn’t entirely ineffective.

The eerie women’s hand movements slowed slightly in forming the enclosing circle.

“Can you squeeze through?” Seow Yang attempted again.

He bent down, trying to duck under the arms of the three eerie women to escape their encirclement.

But as soon as he moved.

In the next moment, his mind blurred, and he found himself back in the middle of the three eerie women’s enclosure.

No use.

And at this moment.

Blood started flowing from Liu Qi and Seow Yang’s noses, mouths, and eyes as their life force seemed to be rapidly slipping away.

Clearly, this was an extremely horrific supernatural attack.

Because of the slight delay.

The ghost’s curved arms were about to completely touch and close, leaving only a few centimeters of space.

“Too late, no chance to rush out now,” Liu Qi shuddered.

He had made a poor decision.

If he had retreated immediately, he could have survived.

Yet, initially, both he and Seow Yang thought of confronting, trying to suppress the ghost head-on like before.

But they failed.

Which led to losing their chance to escape.

The root cause was Liu Qi’s unwillingness to retreat, already having done so for twenty meters; finally, they were just a few dozen meters away from getting out. If they retreated again, how could they ever bring the soul back to resurrect?

“Light the Ghost Candle.”

Liu Qi did not give up hope. He pulled out a red Ghost Candle.

Being a candidate for team leader, he naturally possessed such supernatural tools.

But when he tried to light the Ghost Candle, he found it wouldn’t ignite, as if unable to burn.

“How could this…” Liu Qi paused for a moment.

Seow Yang realized that the ghost blocking Liu Qi was more terrifying than imagined. He said, “Abandon the soul, otherwise we might die here. This ghost won’t let us leave with the soul alive. Hurry, there’s no time.”

Much like before,

in dire straits, a decision had to be made.

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