txolops Chapter 638 S-Class Supernatural Event?
Chapter 638 S-Class Supernatural Event?
There were no earth-shattering roars, no phenomena that tore the heavens and earth apart, yet this metropolis of millions was slowly dying in the most terrifying way.
This is the complete ghost realm where the Starving Ghost has fully evolved to the fourth stage.
The four layers of unsolvable murder rules have locked down the entire city.
The surviving refugees in Dachang City covered their mouths and noses tightly, huddled deep inside the closed rooms, their bodies trembling violently, barely daring to breathe, their eyes filled with despair.
Outside the city, the blockade line of the Yugui headquarters had already completely collapsed.
Countless supernatural sealing arrays, golden isolation barriers, top-grade coffin nail sealing arrays, and ghost candle soul-suppressing arrays are layered and stacked on the city's borders.
However, all of humanity's proudest top-level defenses are as fragile as paper in the face of this dark blue fog.
Where the black mist swept by, the golden spiritual power instantly melted away, the coffin nails lost their power, and the eerie candlelight went out abruptly. All the means used to suppress the evil spirits were devoured and assimilated by the eerie source of the starving ghost.
The members of the Ghost-Controlling Team stationed at the front line were deathly pale, their legs trembling uncontrollably. Some stared intently at the ever-expanding eerie black mist, their throats tightening, their voices trembling uncontrollably:
"We couldn't stop it... we couldn't stop it at all! Our ghostly realm, our supernatural entities, all our equipment... they were all swallowed up!"
"This isn't a confrontation, it's a one-sided crushing defeat! This is definitely a Grade A, or even Grade S, supernatural event!"
They sent several members of the Ghost Tamer team into the city to investigate and provide rescue, but these seasoned Ghost Tamers, who had been through countless battles, disappeared without a trace after stepping into the thick fog.
There was no record of struggle, no distress signal, and no residual supernatural fluctuations.
Living people, once they entered the city, simply vanished into thin air.
Everyone knows it!
Those who went in died.
"There's no other way; they'll have to rely on themselves."
This city can only save itself.
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In the western part of the city, three figures walked slowly through the deserted streets.
Ye Lin, Zhao Daming, and He Chong formed a temporary patrol team, carrying out a high-risk mission assigned by headquarters, and roamed and explored the core area of the Ghost Domain.
The search for samples of third-order ghost infants that are not yet fully mature will provide core materials for Wang Qiming's paranormal research, in an attempt to find a breakthrough in solving this catastrophe.
He Chong walked at the back of the group, his nerves on edge the whole time. He was filled with frustration and irritability, and couldn't help but mutter to himself in a low voice, his bad luck almost overflowing.
He truly felt like he had the worst luck imaginable.
Who could have imagined that an ordinary city patrol mission would turn into a top-tier supernatural disaster with a rating of at least A?
The Starving Ghost has evolved into a fully formed monster, sealing off the entire city with its ghostly domain. An unsolvable killing rule covers all directions. This kind of catastrophe, which is enough to destroy a city, happens to happen to this group of insignificant people.
With the city in crisis, external aid cut off and barriers collapsing, they not only had no way to avoid danger and retreat, but also had to venture deep into the heart of the eerie realm to search for samples of the eerie infants, practically putting their lives on the line.
Every step is a repeated test of the uncanny, far exceeding the danger of any conventional supernatural mission.
"What terrible luck," He Chong muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and apprehension.
"With a supernatural crisis of this level, can't we just stay together and live peacefully? Why do we have to be sent out to explore this dead zone? This stupid mission is basically suicide. Why don't those guys come themselves?"
"Yes, we have no chance against a crisis of this magnitude." Zhao Daming, a middle-aged man with a slovenly beard, nodded in agreement.
"Stop talking nonsense. Professor Wang must have his reasons for making these arrangements. Let's finish the mission quickly so we can go back."
At the very front of the group stood Ye Lin with a tall and straight posture. His long black trench coat hung down neatly, and the brim of his hat was pulled low, covering most of his eyebrows and eyes, revealing only his cold and hard jawline.
He was wrapped tightly in an old, simple funeral shroud. The fabric was worn but had a heavy feel. This was his core trump card that allowed him to survive numerous supernatural events.
Ordinary low-level and mid-level monsters cannot penetrate the protection of this shroud.
He walked at a leisurely pace, seemingly casual, scanning the closed and deserted shops on both sides of the street, the desolate and dilapidated street scene.
Every nerve in his body was stretched to its limit, all senses were activated, and he was on high alert for any deadly dangers lurking in all directions, not daring to relax for even a moment.
Zhao Daming, standing beside him, leaned on a solid, heavy golden cane. His right leg was slightly lame, and his figure was always slightly hunched.
A perpetual gloom lingered between his brows, and his aura was cold and aloof, making him difficult to approach.
His gaze swept heavily over the thick black mist, and after a moment of silence, he spoke slowly, his voice extremely low.
"The entire city has been completely sealed off by the eerie mist of the Starving Ghosts, turning it into a dead end. Even if we find more samples of third-tier ghost infants, we cannot solve the root cause of this catastrophe. In my opinion, it is meaningless to stay here and it is just a waste of time to die."
He paused, his cane tapping lightly on the cold cement floor with a dull thud, his gaze falling on Ye Lin beside him:
"Ye Lin, this crisis is not something that small fry like you and me can get involved in. My suggestion is that the three of us join forces. With your life-saving shroud and He Chong and I's supernatural abilities, we can definitely force a gap in the fog barrier and leave Dachang City directly. There's no need for us to perish with this city."
Upon hearing this, Ye Lin turned his head and glanced indifferently at Zhao Daming beside him. His tone was calm and even, yet carried a hint of coldness:
"You're planning to run away? From what you're saying, you've been planning to escape from the very beginning? You intend to abandon all the survivors and your teammates in the city and flee alone to save your own life?"
"It's not about running away. When you're alive, your first priority is to take care of your own life."
Zhao Daming's expression was calm, showing no remorse whatsoever, and his tone carried an extreme self-serving clarity.
"We all know that every top-level supernatural catastrophe results in countless deaths and injuries. Now the entire city is in dire straits, and there is no chance of survival if we hold on. As long as we can break out of this eerie realm, we can stay away from the catastrophe and survive safely. Moreover, Yang Jian is holding the city together. When the sky falls, the strong will take the lead. It is not our turn to risk our lives."
He Chong, who was walking at the back, immediately echoed, his eyes filled with resentment towards Yang Jian. His fists clenched unconsciously, and his tone carried a hint of hostility and unwillingness:
"Brother Zhao is right. While the situation is chaotic, let's protect ourselves. Anyway, we'll definitely be even more short-handed after the catastrophe, and we won't be punished. We might even get promoted. It's a hundred times better than being trapped here to die!"
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Ye Lin's eyes. He leaned against the cold wall, his fingertips lightly stroking the rough fabric of his burial shroud, his expression indifferent.
"Shut up. I see perfectly well all the little tricks you've been plotting against Yang Jian behind the scenes, but I don't care about those things because they're your private matters. But I absolutely will not allow you to desert your posts."
"The entire city is facing a catastrophic crisis, everyone is struggling to survive, and you're still thinking about fighting amongst yourselves?"
As Ye Lin spoke, he looked directly at the two of them, his tone carrying a clear warning:
"Remember, don't drag me into your private affairs and grudges again, or I'll tell Yang Jian about your little schemes."
Zhao Daming's face suddenly darkened. His scheming had been exposed, and he felt a surge of annoyance.
"What's wrong, Ye Lin? You've been avoiding Yang Jian all this time, afraid to face him. Are you afraid of his strength and don't dare to oppose him? If you don't dare, just say so. I don't need such a cowardly teammate."
"Hehe, Zhao Daming, do you think I'm a child, or have you been possessed by some strange force to use such low-level rhetoric? You're so stupid."
Ye Lin chuckled, his eyes calm, and spoke in a measured tone.
"Only fools like you underestimate someone like Yang Jian. Yang Jian's ability to survive one deadly supernatural crisis after another is not simply due to luck. His control over the strange rules and his use of supernatural power far surpass the vast majority of supernatural beings. To be honest, in my opinion, you may not have the ability to compete with him."
"I don't want internal strife right now, nor do I want to leave rashly. Wang Qiming has promised me that as long as I successfully complete this mission of collecting samples from the strange infant and crack some of the supernatural clues, he will remove my wanted status and officially bring me into the headquarters."
Compared to a life of constant wandering and uncertainty, a stable official identity and a reliable backer are what Ye Lin needs most right now.
"When the situation completely collapses and there is no hope of turning things around, I will naturally make plans for myself, and you don't need to worry about it."
After saying this, Ye Lin ignored their hidden thoughts and schemes, turned around, and walked straight into the black fog deep in the street to continue his patrol mission.
Zhao Daming stared at his retreating figure, his eyes swirling with malice. He stopped trying to persuade him, but deep inside, he harbored a sinister scheme that no one could detect.
He Chong followed closely beside Zhao Daming, scanning the endless black fog around him with vigilance. He felt increasingly agitated, sensing the perilous and unpredictable road ahead, and his sense of bad luck grew stronger.
The three continued walking forward for another hundred meters or so, when the surrounding environment quietly underwent a strange and unusual change.
Previously, faint sounds and scattered lights could still be faintly detected deep in the streets and alleys, but the moment one stepped into this fork in the road, all sounds in the world were silenced.
The sounds of wind, rolling debris, and faint noises in the distance... all vanished without a trace.
An extremely cold and eerie atmosphere surged wildly upwards from the cuffs of the pants. The low temperature and eerie atmosphere here far exceeded any other area in the city, making one's blood almost freeze.
Ye Lin abruptly stopped, his brows furrowed tightly, alarm bells blaring in his mind. He immediately raised his hand to stop the two people behind him and hurriedly said in a low voice:
"Something's wrong. This space has been altered. Turn back immediately and leave now!"
He Chong tensed instantly, quickly pulling out a powerful flashlight. The blinding beam pierced through the thick fog, sweeping across the deep, dark alleyway. Then, his voice trembled as he growled:
"Someone was there! I was absolutely certain I saw a figure standing at the alley entrance just now, clearly, and then they vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye!"
"Is it a ghost infant?" Ye Lin's muscles tensed instantly, and the burial shroud on his body seemed to sense the deadly crisis, clinging tightly to his skin and entering a state of full defense.
"I can't make out the outline; it's moving too fast. I can't tell what it is at all!"
He Chong's voice trembled slightly, and his fingers holding the flashlight turned pale.
The thick black fog completely obscured all vision, and the beam of the flashlight was compressed by the thick fog, only illuminating a short area of a few meters in front of him.
The fire hydrants on both sides of the road, the mannequins in front of the shops, and the leaning and fallen utility poles all turned into blurry, dark, eerie shadows.
It's impossible to tell whether it's a still object or a sinister creature lurking in the shadows, waiting to hunt you down.
An overwhelming sense of unease and danger gripped Ye Lin, who made a decisive decision: "Don't linger, retreat at full speed along the original route!"
But when he suddenly turned around, preparing to retreat back to the street he had come from, he froze on the spot.
The street behind them, which was once clearly passable, has completely disappeared.
Instead, a thick, eerie wall of fog, as dark as ink, completely blocked all escape routes.
They were completely trapped in this cramped space that had been altered by the strange creature.