I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

The supernatural power of the male corpse in the cemetery has begun to activate.

Aside from that abhorrent murder pattern, Ye Yan could clearly feel a powerful suppressive force emanating from the male corpse.

Through the connection of the Ghost Slave Mark, he could vaguely sense the patterns of this vengeful ghost. It was a suppressive supernatural power, specifically designed to target other supernatural beings.

The coffin lid slowly opened.

The coffin was dark and heavy, and just looking at it sent chills down one's spine.

Ye Yan keenly sensed that this coffin seemed to be able to silence the supernatural power of ghost tamers, making it undoubtedly an extremely powerful supernatural weapon.

The old man's body moved slowly, and with each step, the supernatural conflict between the male corpse in the cemetery and the terrifying old man intensified.

Zhang Dong had clearly set his sights on the male corpse that had trespassed into his territory, which was exactly the situation Ye Yan wanted to see.

"Truly worthy of being the strongest demon tamer in history."

Ye Yan began to tremble uncontrollably.

As a ghost, he should have lost the ability to feel fear, but the moment he saw Zhang Dong, the instinctive tremor made him realize that the old man before him was truly extremely powerful.

Ye Yan, always eager for a good show, had already planned his escape: collect the reward and make a run for it.

He looked up at the ghost bus.

The car will automatically drive away in less than a minute after being turned off, even though it has been off for less than ten seconds.

His entanglement with the ghost bus was too deep; the curse and the supernatural combined, and now they were backfiring.

Ye Yan looked down at his hands. The wounds on his skin were festering and spreading little by little.

This body is his appearance from his previous life, still with that young face, but now he is suffering the consequences of supernatural corruption.

"Wow, it's getting stronger with each battle! This male corpse hasn't escaped yet?"

Ye Yan's eyes flickered.

The male corpse in the cemetery stood up abruptly. This ghost, which was originally one with the coffin, now took the initiative to step out of the coffin, eager to fight against Zhang Dong.

Ye Yan had to admire this courage.

That's incredibly skillful and audacious.

The two ghosts began to confront each other head-on. The supernatural phenomena following Zhangdong's revival clearly wouldn't allow the male corpse to leave easily, and the corpse seemed to vaguely sense the unease.

But in Ye Yan's view, this ghost had no human consciousness at all; it was just mechanically carrying out the instincts of a vengeful spirit.

In the original story, the captain was also targeted by Zhang Dong. Because he possessed the consciousness of a living person, knew fear, and understood "ignorance is bliss," he ultimately could not escape and was directly eliminated. In the end, the captain's weak consciousness of a living person was suppressed by the vengeful ghost's instinct.

But ordinary vengeful ghosts are different.

Ghosts are like a piece of program code running, and the ghost of Zhangdong.

It's just a delete button.

It can directly modify the entire rule.

The unidentified male corpse stepped onto the ground, and the eerie power in the air surged towards the old man like a wave.

The terrifying old man made several crisp "snap" sounds, but remained completely still.

That suppressive power was simply not enough to shake the terrifying existence at this level.

The male corpse stepped on the broken wooden planks again and again, but each time it had no effect. Supernatural power could indeed be accumulated, but no matter how fast the nameless male corpse accumulated, it could not fill the bottomless black hole in Zhangdong.

It operates mechanically, relying solely on the instincts of a vengeful spirit, repeating the same attacks over and over again, without any real purpose.

Finally, the nameless male corpse pulled a cardboard box from the coffin and dropped it to the ground. The moment the box hit the ground, the air in the old house seemed to freeze for a moment, as if trying to stop this legend from unfolding in his lifetime.

However, as soon as the cardboard box hit the ground, the surface began to rot. The paper curled, yellowed, and cracked from the edges, as if it had been crushed by a hundred years of time in an instant.

The box made a faint "rustling" sound; it wasn't from the wind, but from its own disintegration.

The terrifying old man didn't even make a move; he simply "existed" there.

The cardboard box dared not be moved again.

"Um?"

Ye Yan's eyes lit up.

Without hesitation, he used 2 Fate Points to pick up the ready-made supernatural weapon. Although it was a bit broken, it was still usable.

This cardboard box was thrown out by the unidentified male corpse; it was probably a treasure used to ward off attacks from supernatural forces.

Ye Yan desperately needs this; it would be such a waste if Zhang Dong destroyed it.

With Zhang Dong's supernatural powers, even Yang Jian's usual longsword would be torn apart, eventually turning into a piece of rotten wood. But Ye Yan also knew that Zhang Dong's power after his resurrection was not at its peak.

As time goes on, the degree of recovery will become deeper and deeper, and the supernatural power will continue to increase; this has a time effect.

Ye Yan carefully observed the battlefield.

This unidentified male corpse doesn't seem to be so simple either.

It even performs some behaviors that go beyond its programmed instincts.

The nameless male corpse suddenly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight at Ye Yan.

There was extreme ruthlessness in that gaze.

"Oh."

Ye Yan squatted on the rooftop, looking down at the spectacle.

This was the moment he had been waiting for: a brilliant, dramatic murder, and all he had to do was be a quiet spectator.

He naturally saw the nameless male corpse's resentful eyes. Ye Yan just found it amusing.

The horrifying old man's corpse slowly raised his hand. It was a withered, bony hand with distinct knuckles and skin covered in age spots, like tree bark that had been dried for hundreds of years.

The nameless male corpse looked down at the old man in front of it, and a trace of fear appeared in its empty eye sockets. It took a small step back.

But the vengeful spirit's instincts suppressed it.

It needs to weigh Zhangdong.

"Want a coffin?"

Ye Yan reacted quickly, instantly using 3 Fate Points to also acquire the coffin.

The nameless male corpse awkwardly reached into empty air, his hand frozen in mid-air. He then slowly looked up at Ye Yan, his resentful gaze deepening.

The heavy coffin landed on the roof, the tiles rumbling under its weight, and debris fell down in a shower.

Just then, extreme terror suddenly surged into the lifeless eyes of the nameless male corpse.

Its body began to disappear, not little by little, but piece by piece.

The withered old man in front of him raised his hand and waved it gently.

The movement was very light, like saying goodbye, or sending it on its way.

The unidentified male corpse tried to escape.

A black ghost domain burst forth from its body, spreading in all directions like ink. However, just as the ghost domain took shape, the old man waved his hand a second time and wiped it away.

With the first wave of his hand, a part of his body disappeared.

With a second wave of his hand, the ghost realm vanished without a trace.

With a third wave of his hand, the nameless male corpse's body completely disappeared, leaving only its head suspended in mid-air. Its eyes were fixed on Ye Yan, its resentment reaching its peak, as if it wanted to etch his image into the deepest part of the supernatural.

Ye Yan watched this scene in silence, without saying a word.

With each wave of the old man's hand, the unidentified male corpse was compressed, condensed, and deformed, eventually turning into a small, inconspicuous coffin nail that fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Ghosts cannot be killed.

Even a supernatural being like Zhang Dong, capable of erasing supernatural phenomena, cannot truly destroy a ghost; he can only alter its form.

The body of this unidentified male corpse was actually a coffin nail.

"No wonder he likes to lie in a coffin; there's a suppressive power there." Ye Yan immediately used his Destiny Point to retrieve the coffin nails, holding them in his palm and feeling the heavy, eerie fluctuations. "Alright, it's time to go."

He dared not enter the old house. There's an ironclad rule in the supernatural world: never approach Zhang Dong or the old house.

Unless it's Yang Jian who has become a god.

Ye Yan quickly arrived at the ghost bus, opened the back door, and carried the coffin onto it.

The heavy coffin was crammed into the carriage, and the ghosts in the seats quickly moved aside. He glanced back at the old house.

The gate of the old house is slowly closing.

Through the crack in the door, the old man in the armchair seemed to smile at him.

Ye Yan was stunned.

What did that relieved smile mean?

Like the look an elder gives a younger person?

"Could they not all be dead yet?"

An absurd thought flashed through my mind.

Ye Yan was eager to confirm exactly where the timeline was, but he didn't stop. He immediately started the ghost bus and drove away from the old forest.

The car drove through a haunted place and finally stopped on the edge of a city.

Ye Yan turned his head to look at the twisted head of the ghost driver in the driver's seat, which was slowly reaching out. The expression on its face was exactly the same as that of the nameless male corpse: resentment and malice, as if it wanted to devour him alive.

"Looks like you really want to eat me up."

After Ye Yan finished speaking calmly, he activated the power of the Ghost Bus and slapped it.

The ghost driver's head was slapped to one side, letting out a muffled wail. The eerie fluctuations in the entire carriage subsided slightly, but only slightly.

Ye Yan continued slapping the ghost bus driver, who was feeling miserable. Ye Yan was stealing his supernatural power while simultaneously using his own supernatural power to suppress him.

What an incompetent lousy bus.