Chapter 228
Chapter 228
“Captain, we’ll go look for other clues!”
A flicker of anger flashed through Cha Bing’s eyes.
“Didn’t I say we’d be able to leave once we dug up the coffin?!”
Cold sweat broke out across the squad members’ foreheads. “What if there really is a ghost? We’ll see if we can find some kind of talisman!”
As soon as they finished speaking, they dashed off into the distance.
The long-haired squad member standing nearby bit her lip. “Captain?”
“You stay with me. Let them search for clues!”
Captain Zhuque’s face remained cold and impassive, but an icy glint flickered in her eyes.
Only then did the remaining three women finally realize what was happening.
They were so anxious they nearly burst into tears.
They were female special forces soldiers, not Taoist priestesses!
Exorcising ghosts was way outside their skill set!
The group of six gradually approached a vegetable patch on the outskirts of the village.
The desolate ground had been soaked in blood, staining the soil a dark brown.
Captain Zhuque handed her shovel to one of her squad members.
“Right here. Start digging!”
They couldn’t possibly resist, so their only option was to stall for as long as possible.
After digging for a full five minutes, they had somehow managed to go less than thirty centimeters deep.
The two Captains stood to the side, their eyes practically spitting fire, yet there was nothing they could do except urge them to hurry.
At last, the members of Kunpeng Squad who had run off came charging back, each holding a yellow talisman.
“Run!”
At the shout, everyone dropped their tools and sprinted toward Kunpeng Squad.
The two groups rushed past each other, and two yellow talismans were slapped onto the Captains’ foreheads.
A red apparition and a yellow apparition flashed into view. Cha Bing and Captain Zhuque immediately collapsed.
Having experienced this before, the two of them soon regained consciousness.
When they saw all the worried eyes fixed on them, embarrassed flushes crept across both their faces.
How humiliating!
How were they supposed to lead their squads once they got back?
Their squad members would probably laugh them to death!
“Captain, you should keep these two yellow talismans. Don’t let yourselves get possessed again!”
Cha Bing hesitated for a moment before accepting them, then handed one to Captain Zhuque.
“Keep it. Next time, there might not be anyone around who notices.”
“All right.”
Cha Bing rubbed his weak, trembling legs as he sifted through the extra memories that had appeared in his mind.
“There should be a formation beneath our feet, made from coffins arranged in a specific pattern. Once we destroy it, we’ll be able to release that little girl.”
Captain Zhuque nodded and continued the explanation.
“Besides destroying the formation, we also need to find that Taoist priest’s Peachwood Sword.”
“With the Peachwood Sword, we’ll be able to leave the village.”
“But the sword is suppressing the souls of the villagers who died unjustly. The moment we pull it out, we’ll have to start running.”
Taking turns, the two of them quickly explained everything.
The others exchanged glances, their scalps prickling with dread.
“Where is the Peachwood Sword?”
Cha Bing glanced at the squad member who had asked and shook his head. “I don’t know, but it has to be somewhere in the village.”
Captain Zhuque hesitated briefly. “My memories tell me that the moment a living person steps onto this wasteland, it will trigger certain… unknowable consequences.”
“What consequences?”
Before Captain Zhuque could answer Cha Bing’s question, eerie laughter rang out.
The ground began to tremble as coffins emerged from beneath the earth, one after another.
We were comrades-in-arms once, but now that disaster had struck, it was every man for himself-Zhou Runren.
They could trust their comrades to guard their backs on the battlefield, but this situation was simply too much to handle.
The coffin lids slowly creaked open, and half-rotted zombies hopped out one after another.
The group scattered in terror at the sudden sight.
Even the two Captains had no choice but to force their rubbery legs into motion and chase after their teammates.
While the escape from Haunted House continued, Meng Chuan was on the verge of tears inside a factory in Dingyang City.
Looking at the production line that had finally been fully assembled, he felt a wave of sorrow wash over him.
Ever since leaving his boss’s place, he had been getting only three hours of sleep a night.
The factory couldn’t manage without him, while the Laboratory still needed him for its acceptance inspection.
Even his time on flights had to be spent studying information related to the satellite base.
Even a farm donkey didn’t get worked this hard!
Meng Chuan had just finished the handover procedures and hadn’t even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief when his phone rang like a summons from the grim reaper.
“Boss, we’ve found the factory manager you wanted. Do you want to interview him now?”
“Is he at the office?”
“Yeah. Do you want me to pick you up?”
“I’m at the factory. I’ll head over now.”
Meng Chuan rubbed his throbbing head and cast a resentful look at the brand-new factory.
For the fifth time today, he regretted signing that long-term contract!
Back at Amusement Park, Cha Bing was hiding inside a wardrobe, clutching the yellow talisman in his hand.
Outside, his eight teammates and a horde of corpses were searching for the living with eerie smiles plastered across their faces.
How had things ended up like this?
How was he the only one left now?
What the hell had happened to all of them?!
The wardrobe was cramped. When Cha Bing shifted ever so slightly, one of its old wooden panels made a sharp crack.
Countless rotting bodies, along with every one of his familiar teammates, began closing in on Cha Bing.
It was a devastating sight!
Ten minutes later, the doctor rushed into the room in his white coat, his muscles bulging as he pushed a small cart.
At the sight of everyone lying in a neat row on the floor, he could only let out a long sigh.
His boss was getting more outrageous by the day!
At this rate, there probably wouldn’t be anyone left to take care of him in his old age or attend his funeral, would there?
The doctor expertly stuffed Suxiao Jiuxin Wan into their mouths.
Then, burdened by worries about the future, he tossed them onto the cart one after another.
He glanced back at the route he had come by and immediately abandoned the idea of making a second trip.
With ten people stacked into a human pyramid, the little cart was forced to bear a burden no cart its age should ever have known.
Outside Haunted House, Heizi handed out the gifts he had brought to the staff.
Everyone except Zhang Bei received one.
After all, Heizi had grown up as a wealthy second-generation heir and had absorbed the art of gift-giving from an early age.
Almost every gift was exactly what its recipient wanted.
Compared to a certain brat whose idea of a gift was a grave, they were worlds apart.
Professor Yao ran his fingers over a set of silver acupuncture needles, unable to put them down.
“These are far too valuable. Far too valuable!”
The origins of this set of silver needles were anything but ordinary. They could be traced all the way back to the era of Hua Tuo.
Cao Cao had once ordered them forged from meteoric iron blended with pure silver.
They had once sold at auction for more than three million.
And that had been ten years ago!
Heizi smiled. “They’re not too valuable. Only in your hands can they truly fulfill their potential!”
Professor Yao immediately beamed at those words.
“I’m not worthy. Not worthy at all!”
Once Heizi saw Professor Yao put the silver needles away, he finally revealed what he was really after.
“Professor, after all these years, you must have a few disciples who specialize in trauma care, right?”
Professor Yao was far too shrewd not to understand Heizi’s objective the moment he heard that.