Chapter 829: The Spark Effect! A Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night!

Earth.

Looking down from the high sky, the entire town and village were cordoned off with warning tape, and row after row of fully armed soldiers stood guard at every major checkpoint leading inside. The entire area had been completely sealed off following that large-scale disappearance incident.

But even so, discussions about the supernatural were still inevitably spreading throughout every corner of society.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Under the direction of the ground crew, the helicopter slowly descended onto the temporary helipad set up inside the perimeter.

Bai Yi poked his head out nervously and uneasily, following the group from the Supernatural Administration as they stepped off the helicopter. Gazing into the distance toward the village, even in the afternoon, it inexplicably gave off an eerie, bone-chilling sensation.

"The outer perimeters of these areas were sealed off a few days ago, but that village has some unique circumstances. Without orders, we're not allowed to enter on our own for now."

"Understood. Then we'll leave things here in your hands. Everyone has their own expertise, so please be careful."

"This place... isn't clean."

The soldier who was handling the handover saluted the Spiritual Medium, then nodded gravely and led a few soldiers away from the helipad.

The Spiritual Medium was dressed entirely in a black suit. She adjusted her sunglasses, turned to glance at the nervous Bai Yi, and said:

"Don't be nervous. Just remember to stay close to me once we're inside, and don't go wandering off on your own. That said, the red-clad Evil Spirit has most likely already left this area. We just need to find more clues about the activities of those Flesh and Blood Cult followers. It won't be too dangerous."

Bai Yi nodded vigorously, but he still felt a constant chill creeping up his spine.

Even though she said that.

Still, from the soldier's tone, it was clear that the appearance of the red-clad Evil Spirit might have already caused some irreversible impact on the entire region.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have personally been invited here to investigate.

The Spiritual Medium glanced at the setting sun in the distance, picked up her briefcase, and said:

"Let's go. We need to make the most of our time. This time point after the sun goes down is generally when Yin energy begins to surge. It's the perfect opportunity to question those deceased members of the Flesh and Blood Cult. Maybe we can get more information about that Evil Spirit from their mouths."

After saying this, the Spiritual Medium strode purposefully toward the village.

Bai Yi nervously and quickly followed behind her.

He gripped his sword hilt anxiously and said:

"Sister Yin Qin, are you planning... to conduct a séance with those dead bodies?"

The Spiritual Medium named Yin Qin looked up and said: "Our country has always had ancient customs, believing that the deceased typically return home on the seventh day after death, which is why it's called the 'First Seven.' But actually, from a Spiritual Medium's perspective, unless a person is dragged straight into hell the moment they die, they'll remain in place for quite a long time afterward. However, most of them become lost, and then become what we call wandering souls and wild ghosts."

She looked at her own hands, then placed her briefcase onto an off-road vehicle prepared for them, and climbed aboard.

"Our main job as Spiritual Mediums is to find those lost 'wandering souls and wild ghosts,' establish contact with them to assist the police in solving cases, or fulfill the wishes of some family members to see their loved ones one last time. That's all."

Bai Yi carefully scanned his surroundings, then said cautiously:

"Then... then could you summon my Big Brother over for a séance? Can I ask him how to fix my (bleep)—(bleep)—?"

Yin Qin paused for a moment, glanced at him, and said:

"I can only conduct séances with the dead, not with Demons. Were you even listening to what I said? And besides, hasn't it already stopped making noise?"

Bai Yi lowered his head, covering his crotch with his hand and said:

"That's because I wrapped it in a lot of silicone... if you listen carefully, you can still hear it..."

"..."

The off-road vehicle sped along, and an awkward silence fell over the car.

Along the way, desolate graves swayed in the fields. Many villages located on plains like this typically buried their dead in the vast farmland outside the village. As the saying goes, "fallen leaves return to their roots." Many families had lived here for generations, and over time, cluster after cluster of burial mounds had formed outside these villages.

Especially during festivals like Qingming, when the dead are honored, every household in these places would have yellow paper fluttering everywhere.

Yin Qin gazed at the rows of graves passing by outside, looked up, and said:

"There are too many burial mounds here. Places like this easily become gathering points for Yin energy. Especially at night, people with weak Constitutions or those whose time is nearly up will easily see unclean things. However, most people have strong Yang fire, so they generally won't actually encounter anything. But what's frightening is when things aren't ordinary."

Bai Yi subconsciously hugged his own arms and said in a daze:

"Wh... what kind of unordinary situation..."

Yin Qin rested her hand on the car window, pushed up her sunglasses, looked ahead, and said: "In the Spiritual Medium circle, we call this the 'Spark Effect.' For example, imagine you've been working for years in a factory filled with fuel and gasoline. A lot of the gasoline has already evaporated into the air, but ordinary people won't notice much—at most, they might feel a bit uncomfortable. But if a single spark of open flame appears at that moment, even if that spark is barely visible, it will immediately trigger a massive explosion throughout the entire factory."

She turned her head and gazed toward the village growing closer outside the window.

"What I'm trying to say is exactly this principle. Just because an Evil Spirit hasn't appeared in a place doesn't mean one isn't there. It just means there's a lack of a detonating fuse to trigger an outbreak."

"Especially in a place like this where Yin energy is so dense. Perhaps just one spark would be enough to awaken every single deceased person in the entire area..."

A deep, unreadable expression crept onto her face as she looked at the bewildered Bai Yi sitting beside her.

"And that red-clad Evil Spirit isn't just a spark."

"It's a blazing inferno..."

Whoosh—

The off-road vehicle roared through the muddy road, kicking up clouds of dust and sand.

As the last trace of sunlight faded from the setting sun.

Faintly visible atop the speeding off-road vehicle stood row after row of back-facing silhouettes—shadowy and indistinct, rigid and hollow.

The entire Wasteland seemed to become bustling and lively the moment the sun dipped below the horizon.

...

Dark World.

After seeing off the quill, Lynn nailed the window shut again, sat cross-legged on his large bed, and carefully and cautiously arranged the fragments of his Cursed Eye—which he had painstakingly recovered—neatly on display from his System Space.

He adjusted his Monocle and stared at the fragments, lost in thought.

He'd actually been thinking about how to repair his Cursed Eye this whole time. Especially after obtaining [God's Equation], he'd become more and more eager to give it a try.

He'd also come to feel his own weakness deeply.

Especially when facing unimaginable powers like those in hell—that fear erupting from the depths of one's soul truly isn't something you can just suppress by telling yourself you're not afraid.

"I still need to figure out a way to repair the [Cursed Eye]!"

Lynn narrowed his eyes.

One could say.

The reason he dared to swagger around in front of all kinds of Roots was largely thanks to the support of his Cursed Eye—it was an absolutely indispensable factor.

And now that it was shattered.

He had almost lost his single greatest trump card for survival.

He immediately opened his panel and looked at the skill he had acquired not long ago.

[God's Equation (Beginner)]

[Introduction]: A special-type skill. An extremely mysterious equation that can be used on any existing object or living creature. Upon activation, the target object can be re-synthesized and processed, helping the caster rapidly complete certain high-difficulty refining and repair work. If the corresponding blueprint and formula exist in one's mind, it is highly effective for potion refining and mechanical assembly. However, there is still a certain probability of failure. Skill consumption: Strength of various intensities (the higher the Power Level, the greater the success rate).

Reading the skill's introduction, Lynn sank back into hesitation.

"Should I give it a try?"

Even though he thought this.

That mention of "there is a certain probability of failure" still made him hesitant to commit.

Because the Cursed Eye's existence was absolutely vital to him. If the repair truly failed, there would really be no chance left to salvage it.

"Well, I could always experiment with some other things first."