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Chapter 349 Yama's Sorrowful Staff, Night-Walking Ghosts
Three days passed in a flash.

Chen Xin ultimately failed to find the kind of talisman he wanted, but he did gain merit in those three days to upgrade one talisman to the level of Yama.

As for which talisman to upgrade to the Yama level, Chen Xin ultimately chose the Sorrow Staff over the Reed.

In fact, the use of reeds in the Bureau of Investigation was more frequent and in more scenarios than that of the mourning staff, but Chen Xin still chose the mourning staff.

He wondered, now that the Staff of Mourning already has the effect of sealing away ghosts and guarding spirits, would it gain the kind of ability he had been looking for after advancing to the Yama level?
Driven by his desire to control Bai Ying, Chen Xin upgraded the Sorrow Staff to the Yama level.

Ready to take a gamble!
The outcome was not as he had hoped, but it wasn't a complete loss either.

After the Sorrow Staff was upgraded to the Yama level, it gained a new ability called [Night Walk].

The so-called Night Walk, once triggered, will affect the ghosts within a radius of 100 meters centered on the Staff of Sorrow.

Ghosts within this area will be attracted to the Staff of Mourning, following it and walking with it on the night road.

Chen Xin became interested after seeing [Night Walk]. Immediately, he had Huang Ying crawl into the corpse and handed the Sorrow Staff to Huang Ying.

"Go and give it a try."

With that, Chen Xin led Huang Ying and the mourning staff to Wangjiagou.

After choosing a good spot, Chen Xin threw the corpse carrying the mourning staff out.

……

At 10 p.m., Wang Xiang, who had been exhausted all night, was finally able to rest for a while.

As summer gradually arrives, their barbecue stall is becoming increasingly popular, which is of course thanks to Wangjiagou itself.

If Wangjiagou hadn't attracted tourists to escape the summer heat, their barbecue wouldn't be so popular.

However, recently, the number of tourists visiting Wangjiagou has decreased significantly.

In the past, Wang Xiang would be busy until one or two in the morning before he could rest, but now he basically finishes his work before 10 o'clock. The few tables of customers at his stall eat at no more than 11 o'clock, and he can finish his busy day.

After lighting a cigarette, Wang Xiang took out his phone and checked it.

He had investigated the decrease in the number of people in the village and concluded that it was related to the widespread rumors online about the resurgence of supernatural phenomena in the Great Xia Dynasty.

Regardless of whether the news is true or false, it has affected many people.

Even people who don't really believe in such things will unconsciously go home earlier at night.

For Wang Xiang, it was a choice between belief and disbelief.

He believed in ghosts, after all, more than one supernatural event had occurred in Wangjiagou, one of which involved his sister.

What I don't believe is that there are so many ghosts.

If there really were that many ghosts, he wouldn't have only encountered two over so many years.

However, it's true that it's getting cooler at night lately.

Suddenly, someone tagged everyone in Wang Xiang's WeChat group.

When Wang Xiang clicked in, he saw that it was a message sent by his childhood friend Wang Zhenghong in the group.

Wang Zhenghong didn't stay in Wangjiagou; instead, he went out to make his way in the world.

He did not stay in the city near Wangjiagou, but went far away.

At that time, Wang Xiang asked Wang Zhenghong why he ran so far.

Wang Zhenghong's answer was that if you go far away, there won't be so many problems. Otherwise, one person in your family will ask you to go back today, and another person in your family will ask you to run an errand tomorrow.

Wang Zhenghong has experienced this many times, so he doesn't want to stay in familiar places anymore.

As a result, Wang Zhenghong did indeed have a much quieter life.

At this moment, Wang Zhenghong sent a short video to the group.

The video shows several people wearing some kind of uniform, seemingly fighting against thin air!
Why is it called a battle?
It was as if there really was something in the air that would knock down and push back the people in uniform from time to time, or smash the walls and the road.

Although he couldn't see it, Wang Xiang was deeply shocked.

However, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Wang Zhenghong said he could see what was not visible in the video, and that it was a ghost!

Many people in the group were drawn to Wang Zhenghong's 'story,' and Wang Xiang was no exception.

Then, Wang Zhenghong revealed something.

He said that the paranormal events mentioned online are real, but Da Xia has people who can deal with them!

Upon seeing this sentence, Wang Xiang naturally thought of Wang Zhibo, who lived halfway up the mountain. Before he could say anything, someone in the group spoke up for him.

Wang Jinyan: If you put it that way, there are some like that in our village too!

Wang Yuqin: Yes, didn't Zhibo solve the problem of ghosts before? Although I've never actually seen a ghost, it must have been one!

Wang Zhenghong: What are you talking about? Where in the village is there a master who has ever dealt with ghosts?

Wang Yuqin: @Wang Xiang, I experienced both incidents firsthand. Have you ever seen a ghost?

"Wang Xiang: I've never seen it, but I've felt it. @Wang Zhenghong, come back, it's safer in the village."

Wang Zhenghong: Really? You guys aren't all in cahoots, bribed by my father, trying to trick me into going back, are you?

Wang Xiang, feeling helpless, started chatting in the group.

Wang Xiang was awakened by the sound of tables and chairs falling over, though he didn't know how much time had passed.

Turning around, he saw that of the two remaining guests at the table, one had fallen to the ground and the other was trembling with fear, and their eyes were both looking in one direction.

Wang Xiang turned his head and looked in that direction.

pat!

The phone fell to the ground, and Wang Xiangteng stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the alleyway that had become shrouded in mist.

In the alley, the first person was a gaunt old man with a blank expression, dressed in cloth clothes and shoes from decades ago, with a white pole leaning against his shoulder.

A white banner fluttered in the wind on a pole, and a faint sobbing sound reached Wang Xiang's ears. A chilling feeling instantly came from all directions.

Wang Xiang couldn't help but shudder.

In that brief moment of shuddering, he saw another figure.

The figure followed behind the old man, its body occasionally obscured by the mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

But as the old man got closer, Wang Xiang finally saw the figure behind him.

Immediately, he felt ice-cold all over and his scalp tingled!
A few days ago, several elderly people in the village couldn't withstand the sudden cold weather, and their health deteriorated rapidly. In the following week, three more elderly people succumbed to the fluctuating weather and passed away.

Two of the three households had some connection with Wang Xiang's family, so Wang Xiang and his parents went to the banquet to give gifts and attend the banquet.

At the banquet, Wang Xiang saw the old man's photo.

Although it was black and white, wasn't that exactly what the person hidden in the mist looked like?

If he wasn't dreaming, then what he's encountering now is self-evident.

As the two objects drew closer, Wang Xiang tried to run, but he realized that he couldn't move an inch.

His mind was clear, but his body wasn't.

Only then did Wang Xiang understand why the two guests hadn't run away.

Like him, they must be too tired to run anymore.

Looking at the gaunt old man's bloodless face and empty eyes, Wang Xiang felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

I was just urging Wang Zhenghong to come back in the group chat, saying it wasn't safe outside, but now...

Wang Xiang gave up struggling and just watched the old man approach, pause, and then glance at him.

Then, he heard a faint, eerie sound.

"The messengers of the underworld must pass through, while the living must give way."

Even though the old man hadn't opened his mouth, Wang Xiang still heard this sentence.

With a pang in his heart, Wang Xiang could only close his eyes tightly.

Immediately, he sensed the chill gradually receding.

Two full minutes passed before Wang Xiang finally opened his eyes.

There was no one in front of him.

The two guests who had closed their eyes along with him still hadn't dared to open them. Lost in thought, Wang Xiang looked in the direction the gaunt old man had gone.

Without saying a word, he rushed home, got on his motorcycle, and rode off in the opposite direction toward the back of the mountain.

ten minutes later.

There was an extra person in the back seat of Wang Xiang's car. Who else could it be but Wang Zhibo?
At this moment, Wang Zhibo was holding his mirror, searching for the ghost that Wang Xiang had mentioned.

At one point, although there was no change in the mirror, Wang Zhibo felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

He immediately jumped off the back seat of Wang Xiang's car and ran in the opposite direction for about ten meters.

Wang Xiang was startled by this scene and quickly stopped the car to look around.

"Uncle Zhi, is there a ghost here?"

Wang Xiang swallowed.

At this moment, Wang Zhibo did not answer Wang Xiang's question; he was looking in Wang Xiang's direction with lingering fear.

"You didn't hear anything?"

Wang Xiang was taken aback. After listening carefully, he said, "No, I didn't hear anything."

Wang Zhibo's expression was solemn as he took a few steps forward.

"Huh? Why is it gone?"

Wang Zhibo, still puzzled, took a few more steps forward.

Immediately, a faint wailing sound reached his ears, stirring the evil spirits within him.

Wang Zhibo didn't know what this restless feeling was, but he knew that if he continued to listen, something big would happen.

Just as I was about to back away, the wailing stopped.

Startled, Wang Zhibo suddenly understood.

The crying had a limited range!
After having a guess in his mind, Wang Zhibo found that there was nothing he could do.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Xiang.

She wanted Wang Xiang to go and take a look, but she was also afraid of harming Wang Xiang.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zhibo did not speak, but instead took out his phone and made a call.

"Hello, is this the Bureau of Polling..."

After reporting the situation here, Wang Zhibo prepared to wait for the Bureau of Investigation to arrive.

He had figured it out: he couldn't control himself with just a cry; if he actually saw that ghost, he would probably lose his life in a heartbeat.

Looking around, Wang Zhibo's hair and beard turned white. Then, he took a few steps and rushed over, climbing up the wall to the roof of the tallest three-story building nearby.

Standing on the rooftop, Wang Zhibo saw the mist swirling in the Wangjiagou alley in the distance.

Just then, he saw the fog turn a corner.

This turn caused Wang Zhibo's expression to change drastically.

"Oh no, godmother!"

After jumping off the roof, Wang Zhibo sat on the back of Wang Xiang's seat and pointed to a path, saying, "Go this way, to Chen Xin's house!"

After a moment of surprise, Wang Xiang seemed to understand something, twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot off.

Two minutes later, Wang Xiang looked at Chen Xin's house with the door tightly closed in front of him. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Wang Zhibo standing at the door, pale-faced, calling out to him.

"Godmother, it's me, godmother, get out of here quickly..."

After patting him a few times, Wang Zhibo's face grew paler and paler, but still no one responded.

Anxious, he took a step forward to knock on the door, but a flash of five-colored light forced him back.

He then remembered that Wang Xingping had arranged things at home.

Wang Zhibo breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he still didn't give up the chance to take Mei Huixiang away. That ghost was so strange, who knew if there would be any problems?

Just then, he heard Wang Xiang's voice.

"It seems that Chen Xin's maternal grandmother went to the city."

The calls abruptly ceased.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Wang Zhibo, pale-faced, sat on the back of Wang Xiang's motorcycle.

"Come on!"

Wang Xiang was frustrated by Wang Zhibo's sudden accusation: "You didn't ask, so why are you blaming me for not telling you?"

He twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle sped forward for more than ten meters. When Wang Xiang realized that he seemed to be riding the wrong way and was about to turn around, he heard the sound of something falling to the ground behind him.

Turning his head, he saw Wang Zhibo lying on the ground, and an eyeball emerging from Wang Zhibo's mouth.

Bang!
Wang Xiang was so startled that he lost his grip on the front of the car and fell to the ground.

His leg, pinned under the motorcycle, was in pain, but he dared not make a sound. He just stared at the eyeball as a broken figure, missing an eye, appeared around it.

The figure, carrying the eyeball that Wang Zhibo had spat out of his mouth, walked towards Wang Xiang's back.

Wang Xiang's gaze followed the figure, and he saw the increasing fog dozens of meters away.

Then, he saw the gaunt old man who came out from around the corner, and the figures behind him.

Just a few minutes ago, there was only one figure behind the old man, but now, including the one who was holding up the eyeball, there are six figures following him!

Just as Wang Xiang was staring blankly at the old man, the old man's gaze fell on him again from afar.

"The messengers of the underworld must pass through, while the living must give way."

It was that voice again. By the time Wang Xiang came to his senses, the old man had already led those figures to other places.

After a long pause, Wang Xiang finally hissed as he pulled his leg out from under the motorcycle.

Ignoring everything else, Wang Xiang limped over to Wang Zhibo.

"Uncle Zhi, Uncle Zhi! What's wrong? Wake up!"

Wang Xiang turned Wang Zhibo's body over, reached out and pried open his eyelids to take a look, and what he saw was a pair of cloudy eyes.

"hiss……"

Wang Xiang gasped, unsure whether it was from the pain or from being frightened by seeing Wang Zhibo's eyes.

Wang Xiang took out his phone and called his father.

Soon, Wang Xiang's father arrived, carried Wang Zhibo on his back and placed him on the back seat of the motorcycle, and then Wang Xiang supported him from behind while his father drove from the front.

And so, a small motorcycle carried the three grown men away.

On the way, Wang Xiang told his father everything. Although his father didn't believe him, he wasn't so sure that he would go and check it out.

Before he had even been home for ten minutes, people from the Bureau of Investigation arrived and located Wang Xiang's home directly using the location data.

Where is Wang Zhibo?

The visitor asked.

He is unconscious.

After Wang Xiang finished explaining the situation, the two investigators from the Bureau of Public Opinion looked at each other somewhat bewildered.

Then, one of them asked, "When Wang Zhibo called earlier, he mentioned 'underworld officials.' Do you know what that means?"

Wang Xiang immediately nodded and repeated what he had heard.

The two exchanged a glance after hearing this.

One of them said, "Wait here for my news. I'll go and confirm if the other party is really from the underworld. If I don't return in an hour, leave and report it!"

"understand!"

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P.S.: One more chapter, coming soon~
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