Chapter 151 - 139: Rest in Peace

Yin Zhen felt the pain and fear transmitting from Ying. She immediately ordered Ying to withdraw into her body to avoid those ghost hands. However, a powerful suction force surged from deep within the mirror. Ying was dragged directly into the mirror beneath her feet, merging with her reflection to become a medium for those ghosts to attack her.

Her ankle tightened abruptly. Yin Zhen looked down, locking eyes with Zheng Jiahe’s maliciously smiling face.

The next moment, Yin Zhen was sealed directly inside the jar. Its four walls were densely embedded with layers of agonized, twisted human faces. Every face was frozen in its most desperate moment before death—eyes bulging, mouths torn wide open. They shrieked, and their extreme pain and terror pierced fiercely through Yin Zhen’s eardrums along with the shrill cries.

Outside the jar.

Seeing Yin Zhen vanish along with the jar in the center of the space, Bai Qiang rushed over and fell to her knees on the floor. At this moment, the jar only existed in the reflection of the mirror on the ground. The mouth of the jar was sealed tight, shaking violently. Bai Qiang smashed her flashlight hard against the mirror. A muffled thud echoed, and the rebound nearly knocked the flashlight out of her grip.

"Wei Yang! Help me, quick!" Bai Qiang looked up and shouted at Wei Yang, who was only focused on protecting herself. "That little girl and this jar are the core warding eyes of the entire Ghost Realm. We have to break it to get out!"

Wei Yang stared at the jar in the ground’s reflection, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. She could naturally analyze the current situation, but these two had been lying to her all along. Both of them possessed Ghost Devices, making it obvious they were insiders of the paranormal circle. Why should she help them? It would be better to wait until they and the ghost fought to a mutually destructive standstill, and then she could...

Bai Qiang keenly caught on to Wei Yang’s thoughts and immediately hurled the medical record book in her hand at her.

"Take this, save her!"

Wei Yang subconsciously caught the flying medical record book. It felt slightly cool to the touch. The sensation of a Ghost Device and the Strength contained within it made her heart burn with greed. Only then did Wei Yang command the grayish-white female ghost beside her to sink silently into the mirror, reaching out to press her hand against the jar’s wall. A grayish-white aura spread from the female ghost’s palm, beginning to erode the jar’s wall like a living creature. The hard surface of the jar quickly became old and rotten, peeling off bit by bit.

Doctor Cheng was still hunting Zheng Jiahe through several mirrors, while Bai Qiang watched the jar in the mirror nervously.

As the female ghost’s Strength depleted, Wei Yang pressed her hand over her heart and began to cry again. She continuously dug into the most sorrowful memories deep within her heart. Tears fell silently, and the female ghost’s figure became increasingly solid, while the grayish-white aura eroding the jar grew denser.

Inside the mirror, Zheng Jiahe’s venomous gaze suddenly pierced through the glass, locking onto Wei Yang. The next second, Wei Yang felt a chill run down her spine. A pair of freezing little hands hugged her waist from behind.

"Sister, don’t be sad anymore, okay? You need to be happy."

Wei Yang’s crying came to a screeching halt. All the sorrowful emotions in her heart were instantly drained, replaced by a bizarre and vacant calmness. Tears still clung to her face, but the corners of her mouth had already curled up involuntarily, revealing a relaxed, relieved smile. All the memory fragments that could trigger sadness seemed to have been erased by an invisible hand. No matter how hard she tried to think, only warm moments surfaced in her mind. Wei Yang felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and happiness. It had been a long, long time since she had experienced such a peaceful moment.

Just as Wei Yang fell into this eerie calmness, the connection between her and the female ghost—which was bonded by extreme sorrow—suddenly snapped!

The female ghost withdrew her hand from the jar’s wall and stiffly raised her head, looking at Wei Yang’s peaceful, smiling face outside the mirror. Then, she retracted her gaze and turned to look at Bai Qiang, who was lying against the mirror, fraught with anxiety and red-eyed out of worry for Yin Zhen. Bai Qiang’s body violently stiffened. The female ghost had silently appeared behind her, its slender arms wrapping around her in a slow invasion.

"Patient Zheng Jiahe... open-chest surgery..."

The relentless Doctor Cheng appeared behind Zheng Jiahe, forcing her to hide into the mirror once again.

With a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes, Wei Yang fell straight backward, completely losing all signs of life. Even in death, Wei Yang could have never imagined that the ghost raised here could actually siphon away a person’s emotions. To all Sealers, this was an unsolvable, lethal strike! The female ghost was bound to Wei Yang’s soul, feeding on her sorrow. Losing that sorrow meant she would lose the ghost, and along with it, her own soul.

Inside the jar.

Yin Zhen’s eardrums were pierced by the shrieks of ghosts, and she bled from all seven orifices. Charred black ghost hands reached out from the darkness to pin her down. The burning sensation was so agonizing that the blood silk in her eyes burst, and she clenched her jaw tightly.

However, this physical pain was not even worth mentioning to Yin Zhen. She converted all the agony and near-death terror into absolute fury, thoroughly igniting the mark deep within her soul. Zoe had taught her that the power of the Inheritance was easiest to unleash in a near-death situation. Therefore, Yin Zhen was really enjoying herself at this moment!

Title: I’m afraid of myself when I go crazy, activated!

The Title’s ability immunized Yin Zhen against the mental impact caused by the numerous ghostly silhouettes. She forcibly broke free from her restraints, gripping Bai Qiang’s Final Curtain tightly in her hand. The gun’s body was covered in a layer of viscous, boiling pitch-black substance, as if a living creature was roaring within the barrel.

"You shouldn’t have," Yin Zhen’s voice was hoarse and distorted, carrying an almost maniacal sneer, "dragged me into your ’home’!"

Her Yin Yang Eye pierced through the overlapping layers of agonized ghost faces, seeing the skeleton sealed at the bottom of the jar. That was Zheng Jiahe’s true remains, imprisoned here by dark magic; it was the anchor point connecting her resentment with the Strength of the entire Ghost Realm.

Turning the muzzle, Yin Zhen aimed at the bottom of the jar without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The gunshots were deafening in the confined space inside the jar, ringing out like a death knell. Every bullet spraying from the muzzle carried Yin Zhen’s monstrous hatred and fury, bearing her absolute resolve to kill at this moment. The bottom of the jar cracked open, exposing the skeleton, which was instantly pierced by the bullets!

The countless ghost faces on the jar’s walls froze instantly, their shrieks turning into silent terror. Immediately after, they disintegrated along with the jar’s body, like shattering porcelain.

"No—"

Zheng Jiahe’s twisted, venomous scream echoed throughout the entire mirror space. Her remaining Spiritual Body lunged at Yin Zhen, carrying a resentment that sought to burn everything to ashes. Simultaneously, the dense swarm of ghostly silhouettes in the mirror went completely insane, shrieking as they surged toward Yin Zhen from all directions to tear her to pieces.

Yin Zhen’s eyes were icy. Facing this apocalyptic counterattack, the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably. She let out a villainous low chuckle and raised her gun at the charging Zheng Jiahe.

At the same time, Ying was also steeped in Yin Zhen’s Strength at this moment. Like a burning black flame, it leapt from beneath Yin Zhen’s feet, transforming into a web of darkness that clashed head-on with the flooding torrent of ghosts. Any ghost silhouette touched by it let out a mournful wail, rapidly melting into oblivion before being greedily absorbed by the furious Ying. It was no longer a mere shadow; it had become an extension of Yin Zhen’s rage—a terrifying blade meant to reap souls.

Ying burst through the ghost silhouettes and enveloped Zheng Jiahe’s skeleton, using the Inheritance Strength granted by Yin Zhen to slowly grind it down to nothing.

"I am sorry for what you went through, but... rest in peace!"

BANG!

The final bullet, condensing all of Yin Zhen’s fury at this moment, shot from the chamber and pierced right through the center of Zheng Jiahe’s brow. Under the combined assault of Yin Zhen and Ying, Zheng Jiahe’s lunging motion abruptly froze. Starting from her pierced brow, her entire Spiritual Body turned into the finest black dust and rapidly dissipated.

With her disappearance, the crazily surging ghostly silhouettes in the mirror also began to turn transparent and blurry. The lighting in the entire mirror space seemed to brighten a fraction, and that suffocating, despairing resentment receded like a fading tide.

[Congratulations, Player, for personally eliminating the Source of the Renxin Hospital Ghost Realm. You have been rewarded with 10,000 words and Skill Upgrade Book x1.]

The spatial restraint was lifted, and Yin Zhen reappeared on the real-world floor. She climbed out of the physical jar. The mad fury in her eyes had subsided, returning to a state of calm. This sensation of having a massive amount of emotion siphoned away in an instant made her highly uncomfortable, as if someone had taken a knife and directly sliced that part off her soul.

However, Yin Zhen had no time to carefully dwell on this feeling. The moment she looked up, she saw the dead Wei Yang and Bai Qiang, who was currently being eroded by the female ghost. The female ghost had almost entirely melded into Bai Qiang’s body. Bai Qiang’s skin took on a grayish-white, faded-photograph-like texture. Her gaze was unfocused, and her mouth hung slightly open, yet she couldn’t make a sound. Her body uncontrollably shuddered violently as blood tears continuously welled up from her eyes.

Doctor Cheng, having lost his target due to Zheng Jiahe’s complete disappearance, rapidly faded into the darkness and vanished.

Yin Zhen struggled to stimulate the Strength of her Inheritance, gathering it in her hands in an attempt to pull the female ghost out of Bai Qiang’s body. However, as soon as she made contact, the female ghost seemed provoked and accelerated its burrowing into Bai Qiang. It was just like a blood-sucking leech; forcefully yanking it out without the proper method would inevitably leave behind a fatal hidden danger in Bai Qiang.

At this moment, Yin Zhen was very calm. She immediately rushed over to Wei Yang’s corpse, grabbed her arm, and bit down hard. The Blood Source Resonance replicated within Half a Book still existed. Its cooldown time after a single use was three minutes, meaning she could use it one more time. Wei Yang’s memories exploded within Yin Zhen’s mind, and she rapidly located the most crucial segment.

Yin Zhen fished out the Abnormal Investigation Bureau ID from Wei Yang’s body, detached the Twin Fish Lock badge from it, and shoved it into Bai Qiang’s hand, using both of her currently small hands to grip Bai Qiang’s hand tightly.

"Bai Qiang, listen to me! She chose you, which definitely means you have some kind of emotion that attracts her. You must tear open this emotion and let it vent to the maximum! Use it to draw her in, counter her, and then lock her within your soul. This is the only way!"