Mysterious resurrection, something's wrong with this guy.

Chapter 31: The Terrifying Monk

Su Qin traveled underground until he was out of the area of ​​the meditation room before emerging from the ground.

There is no longer any need to hide.

This is in the Ghost Realm, where there is little difference between above ground and underground.

"We should figure out the ghost's killing patterns first and then lock it up."

Su Qin interrupted the supernatural power, his vision returned to normal, and he began to observe the changes around him.

At this moment, Kim Seonji Temple is nothing like the place it looked when we first entered.

The surrounding buildings were nothing but ruins, dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, and everywhere reeked of a pungent musty smell.

One by one, the monks rushed out of their rooms in a panic, staring blankly at the dilapidated state of the temple.

"What happened? What on earth happened?"

The monks chattered amongst themselves, completely unaware that real terror was about to befall them.

"Look! There's someone over there! When did that person come in? Did he do all this?"

A fat monk suddenly spotted Su Qin in the courtyard, pointed at him, and shouted loudly.

Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to this, and they all moved closer to Su Qin.

It's not even 10 a.m. yet, and the temple gates haven't even opened yet. The fact that a stranger is appearing in the courtyard is a problem in itself.

Moreover, given the sudden and eerie change in their surroundings, the monks immediately identified Su Qin as their prime suspect.

"What a hassle! I can't be bothered arguing with you guys."

Su Qin reluctantly used the supernatural power of the vengeful ghost again, and his body disappeared into the ground as if it were an illusion.

At the same time, he took out a body bag from his backpack, opened it, and climbed inside without hesitation.

He didn't seal the body bag completely, leaving a large opening so he could observe the situation outside.

His gaze remained fixed on the group of monks.

These monks who know nothing are the best guinea pigs.

In such a place, the vengeful ghost's killing patterns should be triggered quickly, at which point we can determine the ghost's attack methods and killing patterns without having to take any risks ourselves.

"That person! He...he...he...he burrowed into the ground!"

The fat monk pointed tremblingly at the spot where Su Qin had disappeared, his words stammering.

"A ghost! A ghost!"

I don't know who suddenly yelled like that.

These monks, who were already quite frightened by Su Qin's strange behavior, suddenly seemed to realize what was happening and ran around in a panic.

Su Qin, hiding in the body bag, was speechless for a moment.

"What are these idiots running around for? They're just making trouble."

Running around in the ghost realm will only lead to a quicker death; this is common sense, but unfortunately, these monks are laymen and completely unaware of it.

Su Qin wasn't worried about whether the monks would die.

After all, these are guinea pigs, and some sacrifices are inevitable. But their running around like this will distract Su Qin and make it easy for him to miss many details.

However, Su Qin did not intervene, because it was no longer necessary.

That ghost, it's here.

Then, a gaunt, emaciated corpse of an old monk came into Su Qin's view.

The old monk's corpse moved slowly toward the crowd with stiff steps.

Su Qin stared intently at the old monk's corpse, and the weight in his heart finally lifted.

Fortunately, this ghost's killing pattern wasn't related to line of sight, otherwise Su Qin would definitely have been the first to perish.

This ghost is terrifying.

Su Qin felt a chill run down his spine.

The ghost had a dark yellow thread wrapped around its body, a color even darker than the one on Su Qin's body.

This likely indicates that the ghost in question is more terrifying than the ghost inside him.

Therefore, Su Qin was unwilling to encounter this ghost; otherwise, he might die if the ghost targeted him.

The old ghost moved very slowly, but strangely enough...

Despite its stiff and slow movements, it was rapidly closing the distance between itself and the group of monks, as if the monks were actively approaching it.

But Su Qin could see very clearly that the group of monks scattered and fled, and did not approach the ghost at all.

It is a ghost realm, a terrifying supernatural place that distorts distance and space.

The fat monk hid under the collapsed corner of the wall, his mind filled with the scene of the strange guy disappearing.

"Lin Bei was terrified. This was the first time he had ever encountered something so bizarre."

What the hell is that thing? It's definitely not human. How can anyone burrow into the ground like that? Could it really be a ghost?

But this is a temple!

A temple haunted? Are you kidding me?

How ferocious must that ghost be?

Jinshan Temple is a renowned Buddhist temple. I heard about it when I was in Daxia City; there are many tales of highly virtuous monks from there.

This fat monk, who speaks fluently of Linbei, is from Daxia City and has only been at this temple for a short time.

He hadn't even figured out whether the rumors were true or false when he unexpectedly ran into this kind of thing.

Tap tap~ Tap tap~...

A series of dull, slow footsteps sounded behind him.

It sounded as if someone was carrying a heavy object and walking with difficulty on the ground. The sound was getting closer and closer, and he was only a corner away from the person.

"Who is it? Say something! What time is it and you're still wandering around like this..."

The fat monk initially thought it was something else and that the current situation was still unclear.

He kindly peeked out, expecting a reminder, but as soon as he poked his head out, before he could even finish speaking, he froze.

What came into view was an old monk who looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with a withered figure. He had never seen this old monk before.

The old monk's skin was abnormally dry, like dehydrated cured meat. His face was covered with bluish-black lividity, and he had no expression. His eyes were lifeless and numb, without the slightest bit of spirit.

A strong stench of decay emanated from him, and a faint, cold wind blew around him, making one feel uneasy.

Is this even human?

The fat monk couldn't help but associate this old monk, who looked very strange, with something bad.

Ultimately, I came to a conclusion in my mind: This is it.

ghost!

The fat monk was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

He was trembling all over, his hands and feet seemed to be out of his control, shaking uncontrollably, and he even forgot to run away.

"Damn it! Lin Bei doesn't want to die!"

May Guanyin Bodhisattva protect us! May Buddha protect us! May Laozi quickly manifest his power!

"Come quickly and save Lin Bei, oh no, come quickly and save this humble monk!"

The fat monk slumped to the ground, trembling.

With her eyes tightly shut, she dared not look at the terrifying old monk, and with her hands clasped together, she kept praying for divine protection.

He prayed to every deity he knew, and even got rid of his habitual slang.

Tap tap~ Tap tap~...

The stiff, heavy footsteps still echoed in his ears, and did not stop.

The sound faded into the distance, but he did not live to see misfortune strike.

The fat monk cautiously opened his eyes to look at the terrifying old monk.

The old monk walked past him with stiff steps, without stopping, and headed away into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying old monk had walked away and disappeared from his sight.

The fat monk stared in disbelief at the vanished old monk.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously with both hands, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Damn! Is Lin Bei seeing things? Or has Buddha really appeared to him?"

Whoosh! That scared Lin Bei to death!

Thankfully, the Bodhisattva appeared and saved us! What demons and monsters would dare cause trouble in this sacred Buddhist place!

Just as the fat monk breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a scream from afar.

"Ah~!"

Terrified and piercing screams echoed through the temple.

The fat monk, who had been relieved, suddenly tensed up and desperately tried to crawl under the collapsed wall.

Su Qin, hiding inside the body bag, witnessed the fat monk's actions.

"Is not being killed a violation of the rules of killing?"

What could the pattern of the killings be? That scream just now must have triggered a pattern.

Su Qin's gaze followed the direction from which the shrill scream came.

What came into view was the old monk stiffly withdrawing his hand.

A young monk lost his life instantly, falling straight to the ground.

I was careless just now and didn't keep my eyes on the ghost, missing the most crucial part. But it doesn't matter. As long as I keep staring at this old ghost, I'll eventually discover its killing pattern.

Su Qin's gaze followed the old ghost's figure as he wandered around.

The old ghost's movements appeared stiff and slow, but they were actually quite swift.

If you're not careful, you'll lose track of it. In the blink of an eye, the old ghost appeared behind a thin monk.

Hearing the noise behind him, the thin monk instinctively turned around and glanced back.

Startled and panicked, he quickened his pace, trying to get away from the terrifying-looking old monk.

However, his actions had no effect; instead, they seemed to provoke the old ghost.

The next second...

The old ghost suddenly reappeared behind him without warning, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

The old ghost slowly raised its withered, stiff hand and gently placed it on the thin monk's head.

Despite his stiff and slow movements, the skinny monk couldn't dodge in time no matter what.

He could only watch helplessly as the withered ghostly hand reached out, rapidly enlarging in his vision until it landed on his head.

The thin monk's running body suddenly stiffened, his skin rapidly turned pale, and his face still bore the expression of terror and despair, but his eyes became empty and numb.

puff~

The thin monk fell stiffly to the ground and remained motionless.

he died.

Killing the thin monk did not keep the terrifying old ghost away for long.

It slowly and stiffly withdrew its hand, dragging its stiff body forward.

When it takes another step.

The old ghost then appeared in front of another monk who was running frantically.

Suddenly, the monk and the old ghost bumped into each other.

The monk wasn't initially panicked; he simply ran after everyone else.

But as he ran, he heard terrifying screams coming from afar, which immediately panicked him.

But before they had gone very far, they suddenly bumped into something hard.

Upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but shudder.

At the same time, a warm and moist sensation involuntarily came from between her legs.

He was so scared he wet himself on the spot.

He didn't bump into a person, but a horrific corpse, or more accurately, a ghost.

The monk was knocked to the ground, panicked, and desperately kicked the ground with his legs, scrambling backward.

However, the terrifying old ghost did not seem to want to let him leave. It slowly raised its withered and stiff arm and stretched it out towards the monk.

The old ghost clearly didn't bend over, and there was clearly a considerable distance between them.

But the withered, ghostly hand landed eerily on his head.

The monk's struggles stopped abruptly, and he lay stiffly on the ground, becoming a corpse.