I have a ghost diary

Of course, she exchanged phone numbers with Chu Jiang before she left. After all, the dream had been sealed, and the two could no longer communicate remotely through a flyer as they used to.

......

Chu Jiang had already prepared an action plan. The matter of the delirium was temporarily resolved, so the next step was to find a way to go to the family cemetery.

Chu Jiang had been wondering if he could find out the result through the White Tiger, since the White Tiger was currently browsing through the past of the Chu clan.

However, the White Tiger is unlikely to obey him obediently, and it's even possible that the White Tiger doesn't understand human speech. After all, beings like Yiyu and Chu Zhi are the absolute minority...

So, are we really going to feed another hundred ghosts to Ghost Diary?

No, no, no, Chu Jiang wouldn't indulge this ghost indefinitely; he decided to try something first.

Chu Jiang then took out the Ghost Mirror again and quickly entered the Chu Zombie state.

As soon as the bluish-black zombie appeared, Chu Jiang clearly felt the mirror in his hand tremble, as if it instinctively wanted to slip from his grasp.

Chu Jiang held on tightly, "So you're scared now?" he said in a flat, emotionless voice.

After speaking, Chu Jiang realized that his voice had become dry, hoarse, and eerie, sounding as if it came from the depths of hell.

The ghost mirror remained motionless, seemingly turning back into an inanimate object.

"You know what I want to see. I'll give you three seconds: either I'll tear you apart, drag out your original body, and seal it in the diary, or you'll compromise."

What followed was three seconds of deathly silence.

Chu Jiang didn't read the numbers; he just looked down at the ancient bronze mirror.

Three seconds later, Chu Jiang stretched out his other hand and grasped the mirror with both hands, but before he could exert any force, the mirror began to flicker rapidly.

Chu Jiang nodded slightly, he was very satisfied. Indeed, ultimate violence could solve most of the world's difficulties.

In fact, Chu Jiang had threatened Gui Jing in the same way before, but at that time, no matter what attack he made on Gui Jing, the result was transferred to Gui Jing himself. It can be said that he used the same method against him.

Now that Chu Zhan in his full form is taking action, Gui Jing probably lacks confidence, or judges that doing so would make it virtually impossible to protect himself, and therefore chooses to compromise.

From this perspective, Chu Jiang was once again certain that the Ghost Mirror was indeed capable of communication; it had simply never bothered to communicate with humans before, and had focused solely on killing off each of its previous masters.

It's only because Chu Jiang is also a ghost that Ghost Mirror hasn't really tricked him much so far.

Once the image on the mirror stabilized, Chu Jiang saw the "second half" that he had missed because of the Ghost Diary strike:

The young man, whose face was a mixture of numbness, pain, and nervousness, could only turn his gaze to a wooden box in the corner of the room when he realized he couldn't restore his son from his zombie body to human form.

He got up and stumbled toward the box, taking out one of the sealing tools passed down from his ancestors.

The situation the man is facing now is actually much better than his ancestors had anticipated. Chu Zhan did not immediately revive after being born; he seems to still be in a dormant state.

In this way, as long as it is sealed away in time, everything can still be saved, at least it will not be released as a scourge to the world.

The short-haired woman watched all this from her hospital bed. She wanted to stop it, but she was powerless to do so. She could only bite her lip and silently shed tears.

In the end, the man chose seven flat, old-fashioned nails and a rectangular ebony box and came over.

He opened the wooden box, which was decorated with various ghostly patterns, picked up the dark blue-green baby and placed it inside. Then he closed the box, picked up a red brick, and nailed seven nails along the edge of the box according to the orientation of the Big Dipper.

After everything was finished, the man was still not satisfied, so he took out a small bottle containing some dark red blood.

He carefully poured the blood into the seam between the wooden box and the lid.

Strangely, the blood immediately spread to the gaps and crystallized rapidly, which seemed to be a way to strengthen the seal.

Finally, the man took out a dusty gray fur, which he couldn't tell was either a wolf pelt or some other kind of fur.

The man expressionlessly took out a small knife, first cutting his hand to let the blood flow to the hide. After the fur was completely soaked in blood red, it seemed to "come alive," jumping up on its own to wrap the ebony box and even tying a tight knot.

Chapter 444 Asking the Ancestors to Take Action

After completing these three seals, the young man's already pale face became even more bloodless.

But at that moment, an accident occurred!

Suddenly, seven nail-like objects bulged out from inside the fur. Then, with a "bang!", a small, fist-shaped protrusion lifted the blood-red fur.

The next second, a second fist smashed through the wooden crate, and two small hands grabbed the fur, tearing it in half alive.

During this time, a piercing howl emanated from the fur, as if it truly possessed a life of its own; but as the fur was torn apart, the sound abruptly ceased.

After the fur was torn apart, both the fur and the wooden box with two holes smashed into it quickly weathered into a pile of gravel, eventually revealing a dark blue ghost baby sleeping quietly inside.

Its eyes remained closed, its chest continued to rise and fall slightly, and its fists were clenched tightly, as if it hadn't yet learned to open its arms...

This scene filled the young man, who had collapsed to the ground, with despair. He couldn't understand it, and he let out a roar, his lips seemingly lip-syncing as he cried out, "Why? Why!"

While these current methods are indeed insufficient to permanently seal away an S-class vengeful spirit, we must first transport it back to the family cemetery.

However, the man seemed unable to understand why Chu Zhi, who was clearly in a dormant state, could break the seal on his own initiative. This was completely illogical.

Chu Jiang's expression turned somewhat somber upon seeing this scene; he had already withdrawn from his Chu Zombie state, because he did not want to view these past scenes from a cold, God-like perspective.

Chu Jiang certainly knew the reason for the seal's failure. In reality, the Chu Jiang in the mirror was not asleep at all during this period; it was Chu Jiang, as a human, who was asleep.

However, Chu Jiang's father did not realize this. He rashly sealed Chu Zhi away, which caused Chu Zhi's instincts to immediately take over Chu Jiang's body and forcibly break the seal.

After the young man's failure, the woman on the hospital bed seemed to be trying to persuade him, talking on and on for a long time.

Finally, the man silently stood up. He couldn't kill the ghost infant or seal it away. It seemed that the only option was to take it back to the family cemetery first.

The image in the ghost mirror then started flickering again, and after it cleared up, a new image appeared.

On a country road, the man from before was driving a black car towards the mountains.

The short-haired woman sat in the passenger seat, holding a swaddled baby in her arms.

However, the swaddling clothes were very tightly covering the baby, leaving almost no room for breathing, as if to prevent outsiders from seeing the baby.

The two were talking in the car, and when they reached a place where the car couldn't go any further, they got out and walked.

The man walked to the foot of the mountain and near a deep pool. He took out a black iron plaque engraved with the words "Chu Zang" and threw it into the pool.

Then something incredible happened: the pool water bubbled and gurgled, and the iron plate resurfaced, but it suddenly grew to more than ten times its original size, like a rectangular gate.

Moreover, there was a huge shadow underwater, and it was impossible to see what it was. It seemed to be moving, and it was that thing that pushed the iron plate up.

The iron sign did not stand up; instead, it floated on the water's surface. Once fully submerged, it opened to the left, mimicking the action of opening a door.

As the metal plate was flipped open, a dark space appeared on the surface of the water, and the young man jumped in with his wife without hesitation.

Then the scene shifts, and the man and woman, with their child, suddenly appear at the foot of a new mountain.

This mountain looks exactly the same as the one outside, the only difference being that there are many graves on the mountain, some new and some old, and a bamboo house at the foot of the mountain.

The man led his wife up the mountain, supporting each other as they made their way to the highest and oldest tomb.

The woman, carrying her child, climbed to this point, already panting heavily. Only after reaching this final destination did she reluctantly hand the child over to her husband.

The oldest tomb has inscriptions on its tombstone so weathered that they are almost invisible, with only some raised marks and a blurry Bagua pattern on the top of the tombstone barely visible.

The man first took out three sticks of incense and earnestly worshipped his ancestors. After the incense was placed, he placed the ghost baby in front of the grave, and then kowtowed devoutly and prayed silently.

Not long after, as wisps of smoke drifted into the grave, a strange and terrifying scene unfolded: a blurry figure emerged from the tombstone.

The short-haired woman initially retreated in slight fear, then quickly recovered and knelt down with her husband.

The tall figure wore a long purple robe embroidered with images of zombies, white snakes, cranes, coffins, the sun and moon. What was particularly unusual was that the zombies on the robe seemed to be ascending to heaven.

Finally, and quite uniquely, this figure has no face; its features are completely blank, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

After the figure appeared, the man became even more devout, kowtowing repeatedly and forcefully until blood was drawn.

The figure in purple robes glanced at him, then at the sleeping ghost infant on the ground, and then raised its right hand.

As it did this, blurry figures emerged from the graves scattered across the mountains and fields!

These figures were all faceless and featureless. They moved in twos and threes, like a procession of ghosts, carrying gusts of eerie wind as they drifted toward the highest tomb.

The woman trembled, biting her lip and looking down, but her gaze couldn't help but drift towards her child.

The man was utterly devastated and heartbroken, and he just numbly kowtowed.

Led by the figure in purple robes, these figures arrived beside the ghost infant. Their figures overlapped densely, and at the same moment, they all stretched out their right hands, seemingly trying to grab this "sleeping" vengeful ghost.

But! The dark blue-green ghost infant suddenly opened its eyes.

These are eyes, one black on the left and one white on the right. The left eye represents death, and the right eye represents life. Yin and Yang, life and death, are all within the control of this ghost's single thought.

The ghost infant stared with icy eyes at the hands reaching out to it, at the "people" who intended to seal it away.

At that moment, all the blurry figures froze in their tracks, including the tall figure in purple robes.

The next second, the figure in purple robes took the initiative to withdraw his hand; then the other figures followed suit, and within a few breaths, everyone had withdrawn their hands.

Then, without even glancing at the desperately pleading descendants, the figure in purple robes turned around and walked back into the tombstone.

The other figures followed suit, each returning to their own homes. In less than a few seconds, all the figures had vanished, leaving only the lingering, chilling ghostly aura that proved they had been there.

The young man stared in disbelief at the scene before biting his lip and slamming his right fist into the ground.

The woman's face showed both relief and deep worry...

Chapter 445 Heading to the Family Cemetery

A man and a woman stood silently in front of the grave for a long time.

The ghost baby that had been placed on the ground had already closed its eyes again and was quietly continuing its slumber.

In the end, it was the short-haired woman who stepped forward and picked up the baby.

The young man could only smile wanly at the sight. He stood up, seemingly unable to think of any other way to deal with the baby, and could only sigh to the heavens.

Upon hearing this sigh, the woman's eyes stung, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Tears fell drop by drop onto the ghost baby's face, and then something incredible happened! The skin, soaked with tears, actually changed from bluish-black to the rosy white color of a normal baby.

The woman was startled. Before she could call her husband to come and see, she discovered that the baby in her arms was rapidly transforming from a ghost into a human.

The whole process took no more than three seconds. The ghost baby turned into a healthy baby, his hands clenched tightly, his breathing even, seemingly unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

The woman waved and shouted in surprise. The man was startled, thinking something had happened, and immediately ran to his wife's side.