SFS Chapter 467 [Train] Halo
Chapter 467 [Train] Halo
As women, they "knew" that they would come.
As a director of the Yin faction, she must possess A-level magic, and ordinary detection magic objects rarely reach this level.
Moreover, they were very purposeful, heading straight for the tunnel after getting off the bus, proving that they knew the identities of the group of people inside the tunnel and were quite familiar with the station.
But there are only a few ghosts outside the hall, which proves that no outsiders have been here before the three trains tonight, so where did their experience come from?
Unless someone even stronger arrived at the station beforehand and escaped unscathed... that possibility is extremely small.
However, Han Bing is unable to confirm whether it was precognition or something else at the moment.
Regardless, he still didn't want to run into those two directors, since Bat had already lit up his fourth star and must have some big cards up his sleeve.
As he pondered, Han Bing's gaze pierced through the darkness ahead, and at the end of the passage, he faintly sensed an unusual fluctuation.
Soon, he saw wisps of thin black smoke.
If it weren't for the "Shh!" sound, a normal person wouldn't be able to perceive it at all.
Following the black smoke, turning left and right, Han Bing stopped in front of a tightly closed door.
The black smoke here is so thick it's almost solidified.
Through the door, he could hear a child sobbing inside.
This must be Da Bao!
"Am I really that lucky?" Han Bing couldn't help but be a little suspicious: "A 1/2 probability of exactly choosing the correct path?"
Even through the door, he could feel a chilling aura emanating from inside; the ghost was behind the door.
Fragmented images flashed uncontrollably through Han Bing's mind: hospital, disinfectant, morgue, sallow and emaciated sick faces...
Commonly known as "sickness qi"!
At this moment, Han Bing finally understood why Tian Qinghe was so terrified.
After all, dying from illness is one of the most primal fears that humanity has had since ancient times.
"Calm down," he told himself silently. "This ghost isn't that scary; what's scary is the real thing inside the coffin."
"Just like in the photo, this ghost is merely an incarnation; in reality, it's nothing more than a rosary!"
His [Hush!] is also a core ghost of the advanced domain, and it won't be much worse than it.
Without hesitation, the eyes, ears, and mouth in mid-air, like ghosts, silently passed through the tightly closed door.
Han Bing's eyes were momentarily blinded as soon as she entered.
Where did the light come from?
The space inside was very large. Upon closer inspection, Han Bing immediately noticed three figures huddled in a corner, surrounded by a cold white halo.
The halo was about three or four meters in diameter, protecting Wei Lan, Zhang Xuan, and the old lady inside.
Han Bing's heart stirred slightly.
Could it be...
Was the old man killed because he was outside of that aura?
So the key figures in this paranormal event are not Tian Qinghe, but these three ordinary people!
It was precisely because Tian Qinghe broke away from the group and entered the hall away from the aura that he was mercilessly killed by the Rosary Ghost.
I just don't know what the halo actually is.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the room.
A gaunt figure surrounded by black smoke, looking eerie, was hunched over with his back to the crowd.
A ghost disguised as "Tian Qinghe".
It was holding a child in its arms.
Han Bing discovered that the child and the old woman both had a wisp of black smoke inside their bodies, while Zhang Xuan and Wei Lan did not.
Meanwhile, within the ghost's skull, Han Bing vaguely glimpsed a string of blurry shadows, which appeared to be prayer beads.
The rosary ghost did not notice Han Bing's infiltration.
Han Bing felt relieved; this at least proved that [Shh!] and this ghost were not much different in level.
He floated gently into the halo of light and saw that the old woman among the three had a sallow complexion, and among the other two women, one who looked like a college student was clearly Zhang Xuan, with deep sadness in her eyes.
She also started to shed her skin.
The other woman with long brown hair was Wei Lan.
She lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.
Han Bing opened her mouth:
"Wei Lan".
Wei Lan was startled and immediately looked up, nervously glancing around.
The others didn't hear anything at all.
"Wei Lan, listen to me. My name is Han Bing, and I'm Tian Qinghe's colleague. You don't need to make a sound; just say it silently in your mind."
Wei Lan opened her mouth, glanced quickly at the rosary ghost, and lowered her head again.
A woman's voice reached the ears that were floating in mid-air.
"Who the hell are you?"
Han Bing: "An official."
"How is Tian Qinghe?!"
It was obvious that Wei Lan had discovered that the "Tian Qinghe" who was with them was a ghost.
"He's still alive, don't worry, he's in too."
Upon hearing this, Wei Lan finally released her clenched fist.
"To make a long story short," Han Bing said, "what did that ghost bring you here for?"
“It said it would take us out.” Wei Lan quickly repeated to herself, “After the old man’s accident, Zhang Xuan and I both sensed that something was wrong.”
To be more precise, the two of them were suspicious from the very beginning.
It wasn't until the old man's death that they realized the "Tian Qinghe" in front of them was a ghost.
During this process, both of their bodies began to slowly shed their skin, which confirmed to them that there was something wrong with the Six-Syllable Mantra and that the ghost was forcing them to recite the mantra.
As Han Bing listened, he manipulated his still-standing body to blindly write down this information, as well as his previous deductions about Director Yin and the halo.
Tian Qinghe and others can see these clues.
"I have a bad feeling..." Wei Lan murmured to herself, "We will all die soon."
"why?"
Han Bing was taken aback.
Before he could ask any more questions, a heart-wrenching wail suddenly rang out from the corner!
It's Dabao!
Zhang Xuan suddenly stood up, her face deathly pale!
Han Bing reacted faster than her, her gaze sweeping towards the corner, her eyes narrowing involuntarily.
The ghost's two hands were on Da Bao's body, slowly stroking upwards from the soles of his feet, as if giving him a massage.
Da Bao was struggling desperately, seemingly in great pain.
A few seconds later, wisps of black smoke rose from the calf that had been touched, and then the flesh withered away at an alarming rate until only grayish skin covered the bones.
What exactly does that ghost want to do?
For some inexplicable reason, Han Bing had the same thought as Wei Lan!
His heart was in turmoil; some unseen danger was approaching, but it wasn't this rosary ghost!
“Chuckle…”
Once again, a sinister chuckle, "Shh!" echoed in my ears.
Han Bing knew it was time.
"Go back, watch your step, and meet up with Tian Qinghe at the fork in the road!"
He spoke softly, and then, to Wei Lan's puzzled look, his mouth, which was floating in mid-air, slightly opened, and he murmured:
"Shh!"
In an instant.
Han Bing's eyes, ears, mouth, ghosts, and children...
They all disappeared.
He initiated the second stage of the Netherworld.
Zhang Xuan's eyes widened immediately: "Where's Da Bao?!"
"Someone... went to rescue him." Wei Lan looked around with a complicated expression, no longer able to recognize the male voice she had just spoken to: "Let's go!"
After saying that, she immediately helped the old lady up, and the group rushed out the door.
Following Han Bing's instructions, they fled back the way they had come.
only.....
Wei Lan didn't understand.
When they arrived, they didn't see the fork in the road at all.
In the chaos, no one noticed the dark shadow behind them...
It seems a bit darker than before.