Even though I knew the supernatural forces on the Ghost Ship were terrifying, I didn’t expect Ye Zhen to be caught so easily, dragged directly into the room by the ghost without even struggling.

“It shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Yang Jian frowned, waiting outside the room.

Based on his understanding of Ye Zhen, the ghost in the first room shouldn’t be able to kill him. However, there are always exceptions. After all, all supernatural powers on this ship are significantly restricted. This kind of supernatural interference could indeed lead to issues.

But Yang Jian didn’t rush in immediately; he intended to observe for a while.

About ten seconds later, Ye Zhen’s voice suddenly came from the originally dark room, and he was furious, shouting, “Taking advantage of me when I’m not prepared, it’s too much.”

Subsequently, the darkness in the room quickly dissipated, revealing its original state.

It was an abandoned room, but on the floor were numerous highly decayed limbs. These limbs were vaguely twitching, but they were covered with cracks, as if they had suffered some severe damage. Some incomplete arms even directly disintegrated and disappeared.

In the end, there was only one rotting, broken corpse left in the room, and Ye Zhen was standing there, holding a twisted, grave soil-stained, dirty long sword, panting with anger in his eyes.

“Looks like you’re fine, so I won’t need to help you. Don’t waste time, let’s check the second room.” Yang Jian breathed a slight sigh of relief.

“That’s not possible. My anger hasn’t subsided. How can I easily let this ghost go?” Ye Zhen said, staring again at the shattered corpse on the ground.

Though he had dismembered the ghost, a ghost cannot die. It only takes some time for the ghost to reawaken, and by then, this room would be shrouded in darkness again.

“Unless you want to harness it, you can’t kill this ghost. It’s pointless to waste time,” Yang Jian said.

Ye Zhen said earnestly, “Then I’ll take it away. When I’m bored, I’ll practice boxing with it. I, Ye Zhen, cannot let an insult slide so easily. I want to torment it for twenty years.”

Saying this, he produced something from who knows where. It was a pottery jar, with sticky black-blood stains on it and some eerie sounds coming faintly from inside. As soon as it was slightly opened, strands of black hair seeped out.

“It’s a supernatural object, and there’s a fierce ghost inside. Is it similar to the human skin bag that Cao Yang has?” Yang Jian examined the pottery jar intently.

At this moment, Ye Zhen carefully began stuffing the ghost in the room bit by bit into this pottery jar. Although the jar was small, it had characteristics of a supernatural object — no matter how much he stuffed in, the small jar never got full.

“Done.”

Soon, after stuffing the last piece of the corpse, Ye Zhen clapped his hands and nodded with satisfaction.

“Where did you get this thing? It seems pretty good for storing ghosts.” Yang Jian asked.

Ye Zhen casually replied, “Dug it up in Fushou Garden. Are you interested? That’s easy, come to Dahai City someday. I’ll take you to Fushou Garden to dig for treasures. I guarantee you’ll find something you like.”

“Fushou Garden? Better not. I’m not fond of that place. I’ll leave it to you to dig slowly.” Yang Jian’s face darkened.

The place was full of endless old graves, rumored to be related to Sexton Luo Qian, and many of the old graves had fierce ghosts buried within. Once unearthed, these ghosts would break free, awaken, and kill, making it extremely dangerous. Searching for supernatural objects there is like entering a restroom with a lantern in hand, courting death.

“I treat you as a partner who’s both a friend and a foe, inviting you to Fushou Garden. I wouldn’t allow anyone else in. That place is a treasure, and I’m a treasure hunter. I’m willing to share a bit with you, yet you don’t appreciate it. It’s truly disappointing.” Ye Zhen shook his head, unable to suppress a sigh.

“Do you go treasure hunting in Fushou Garden every day?” Yang Jian looked at him with a strange expression.

Ye Zhen said, “Not every day, but I do spend three to four days a week digging for treasures there.”

“…” At that moment, Yang Jian didn’t know what to say.

Luckily for Ye Zhen, he had the Scapegoat Ghost ability, not afraid of death, with countless opportunities to make mistakes, completely unconcerned about digging out a terrifying ghost that could kill him. If any other ghost tamer were to face the cemetery of Fushou Garden, they wouldn’t even know how they died.

But that’s Ye Zhen’s advantage, one to be envied.

“Okay, let’s go.” Yang Jian said, not wanting to speak further. He turned and headed toward the second room.

The door to the second room was open, and it was also abandoned for many years. However, through some of the furnishings, it was apparent that someone seemed to have lived there long ago because Yang Jian saw a bed, teacups, and other items in the room. These everyday items were enough to show that the ship was not initially a Ghost Ship; it was once an ordinary vessel with a crew. It only became a Ghost Ship due to unknown reasons involving some supernatural occurrence.

Yang Jian carefully scanned the room, his gaze finally settling on the abandoned bed where he noticed something.

An old-fashioned but very new blue and white porcelain bowl, sitting there incongruously with the surrounding environment.

“This is not just a bowl but a ghost. The characteristics of the Ghost Ship limit the ghosts, causing many of them to fall into slumber. This bowl is a vessel for a ghost, but since neither Ye Zhen nor I triggered the ghost’s killing pattern, the ghost hasn’t manifested,” Yang Jian immediately judged.

“But there’s no helm here, so we need to check the next room.”

After carefully observing from the doorway without any discoveries, he turned to leave.

“Leaving just like that? Not going to take a look inside?” Ye Zhen asked, puzzled, but he was always bold, walking into this second room.

Upon entering, Ye Zhen kicked around indiscriminately as if he were a bandit in a village: “If you don’t look carefully, how could you possibly find the missing helm? Yang Wudi, even though you’re strong at fighting, honestly, in terms of using one’s brain, you’re not as good as me, Ye Zhen.”

While talking, Ye Zhen directly flipped over the bed, which had been there for who knows how long, to see if there was anything underneath. However, he found nothing, only causing the porcelain bowl on the bed to fall.

Ye Zhen, of course, noticed the porcelain bowl and caught it casually: “I’m not interested in this broken bowl. Do you want it? I can give it to you.”

“No need. This isn’t something clean. Best not to mess with it or carry it around. Avoid stirring up any trouble during this period,” Yang Jian advised as he stared at the bowl in Ye Zhen’s hand.

“I, Ye Zhen, don’t provoke trouble nor fear it. If this thing dares to mess with me, I’ll smash it,” Ye Zhen said, casually tossing the porcelain bowl aside.

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound, but this seemingly fragile bowl did not shatter, because it held a supernatural power that bestowed some incomprehensible properties upon it.

Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately thought that if it weren’t for Ye Zhen having mastered the Scapegoat Ghost, he would probably have died long ago and would not have survived until now.

Shaking his head, he continued deeper into the ship’s cabin to explore the third room.

And just as Ye Zhen stepped out of this room.

The porcelain bowl that had fallen and landed upside down on the ground slowly lifted slightly, revealing a gap, and through that gap, a pair of lifeless eyes emerged, staring intensely at Ye Zhen’s retreating figure, seemingly committing him to memory forever.

But soon, the lifted porcelain bowl fell back down. The supernatural influence of the Ghost Ship restrained the ghost, preventing it from moving freely and only allowing it to appear for brief moments.

However, this restriction would not last forever, because the King Organization had already taken control of the Ghost Ship, and they would lift this restriction once the ship docked.

At that time, the entire ship’s ghosts would revive, and unimaginable terror would descend.

Reached the third room.

The door to this room was tightly closed, but it was well-preserved with no signs of intrusion.

“I’ll open it.”

Yang Jian said as he glanced at Ye Zhen with some unease.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Ye Zhen replied.

Yang Jian simply didn’t want Ye Zhen to open the door so recklessly, which might provoke a ghost attack and cause unnecessary trouble.

He reached out and grasped the rusty handle, then used the Ghost Shadow’s supernatural power.

Gently pushed it.

In the next moment, the tightly shut door slowly opened.

What caught the eye was a dried corpse, sprawled over a table by the window, holding a pen, as if writing something before meeting its end, ultimately unable to escape a supernatural attack.

“This is an ordinary corpse, not a ghost.” Yang Jian’s ghost eye opened briefly, scanning the room, and he found it somewhat surprising.

This room was rare for being free of any unclean things, marked as one of the few relatively safe areas on this Ghost Ship, although the dried corpse was frightening, it merely startled and posed no actual threat.

“No steering wheel, let’s head to the next room,” Ye Zhen said, folding his arms and leaning against the door.

“No rush.”

Yang Jian gestured as he walked over to the dried corpse and picked up something in front of it—a worn notebook.

“This is the captain’s log left by this person in life. The handwriting is very clear, with no signs of damage.”

He casually flipped through it, gleaning from the notes that this ship was named the Spurlo, a century-old voyage liner, but on its last voyage, after passing through a mist, all sorts of bizarre and eerie events began occurring, and passengers started dying one after another…

The outcome was evident; the Spurlo, caught in a supernatural event, ultimately became an unmanned ghost ship, with all its passengers perishing.

The dried corpse in this room was the first officer in life, who was comparatively lucky to have survived for seven days after hiding in this room until he seemingly met his demise on the seventh night.

“There’s nothing useful in this information. This person didn’t investigate the ship in life, merely sensed something was wrong, hid, and wrote this notebook consisting mostly of prayers and expressions of pessimism and despair.” Yang Jian glanced through a few pages, shook his head, and eventually pocketed the notebook.

“Who’s there?”

However, at that moment, Ye Zhen, leaning against the door, suddenly shouted towards the dark corridor, seemingly having discovered something.

“What’s the situation?” Yang Jian immediately snapped to attention.

“Someone is watching me, and they’re looking at me very strangely,” Ye Zhen’s expression turned uncharacteristically serious, as if sensing danger.

“Certain it’s a person?” Yang Jian asked.

Ye Zhen frowned slightly, resting his hand on his waist sword, and took a few steps forward, “Not sure, but if we get into a fight, we’ll know if it’s human.”

At this moment, in the dark corridor, a vague figure stood eerily without moving, very tall, almost blocking the corridor merely by standing there.

Yang Jian also stepped out of the room, surrounding himself with a faint green Ghost Flame that dispelled the surrounding darkness, but soon the flame began to extinguish at an observable speed, clearly restricted by the Ghost Ship as well, unable to last long.

However, the appearance of the Ghost Flame brought light to the surroundings, allowing the two to barely discern what the silhouette in the darkness was.

It was a cold corpse, retaining the appearance from its previous life—a foreigner, judging by the clothing, likely introduced as a ghost by the King Organization, yet this corpse now seemed very wrong, its face breaking into an eerie smile as it slowly approached them.

“A ghost still able to move freely on the Ghost Ship?” Yang Jian couldn’t help but feel his eyelid twitch.

No wonder Ye Zhen was so serious.

Though Ye Zhen was theatrical, he wasn’t foolish and understood the terror of the ghost in front of them.

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