The Kill

Wang Ye did not hurry to search for supernatural objects. In his view, if this spirit tablet and the seemingly harmless sutra chanting sound were not dealt with, he would inevitably die sooner or later.

Now, no matter how much these people searched, they would only end up gathering items for the living in the end.

Recalling everything that had happened since entering the ancestral hall, Wang Ye kept pondering.

Thud...

The fourth wooden fish sound rang out.

This hoarse sound was like a signal from the god of death.

Everyone's bodies froze in place at the same time.

Even if their names had already appeared on the spirit tablet before, no living person was an exception.

Who knew if this ghostly thing would repeat writing names?

On the fourth spirit tablet, words appeared.

Wang Ye

His name appeared on the spirit tablet.

Wang Ye's mind raced. First, he was unsure if his human skin mask could shield him from the spirit tablet's detection.

If it could, why would his own name appear instead of the wailing ghost's?

What exactly did this spirit tablet use to determine other people's names?

Appearance? Impossible, Luo Ping had already proven it for him.

But...

There was still another Wang Ye in the hall right now!

Whose name was on the spirit tablet!

Wang Ye instantly stood in front of a futon, quietly waiting.

Even if he felt the slightest abnormality in his body, he would sit down without hesitation. The worst outcome would be losing half his butt.

For one second.

Two seconds.

In the distance, Luo Ping's gaze stared fixedly at Wang Ye, full of excitement.

No abnormalities?

It seemed the human skin mask could block the spirit tablet's detection.

Wang Ye breathed a slight sigh of relief and glanced at the figure wearing his face.

The silhouette seemed to sway slightly. Wang Ye closed his eyes and focused on sensing it. Faintly, a bizarre aura fluctuated in the air.

Wang Ye's body shuddered, but he continued watching the spirit tablet calmly.

The next second...

The spirit tablet shook violently, then exploded into wooden chips.

Everyone stared at this scene, completely shocked speechless.

This...

What on earth happened!

This had never happened in the previous instances.

Yet Wang Ye seemed to have expected this, remaining quietly standing.

But behind him, he clearly felt the bizarre aura entwining the figure before being devoured and disappearing.

The youth who had been sitting on the ground driven mad stood up excitedly after seeing this. He untied a cloth bag from his waist, rummaged inside, and pulled out a Buddhist precept knife. He charged at the spirit tablet's location, ceaselessly hacking and chopping.

But...

The precept knife shattered, and the spirit tablet remained unharmed.

Seeing this, Wang Ye was somewhat shocked.

That cloth bag...

The knife's length could not possibly fit inside the bag!

Storage?

As his collection of paranormal objects grew, that backpack could no longer meet his needs!

Including this time, to hold the ghost, he had deliberately abandoned his backpack and only carried a few important items on him.

If he had this, it would bring him tremendous convenience.

Should he kill this youth now?

But that would reveal some problems, and Wang Ye hesitated.

No!

The youth who had died earlier was also from the Buddhist clan. He should have had something similar since the two were on the same level, judging from their strength.

It was just that the man's body had turned into mush and sunk into the ground after death.

Wang Ye walked with stiff steps to where the man had died and searched the ground.

Finally...

Abandoned in the corner was a cloth bag.

Wang Ye pretended to be somewhat curious as he picked up the bag and held it in his hand, casually flipping through it.

As he injected energy, Wang Ye could clearly see the space inside the bag.

Although not large, only about a square meter, it was far better than his backpack.

He wondered how this thing was made.

Spatial ability?

Like the old man in the library?

Or something recorded in ancient texts like Buddha's Palm.

Although he didn't know how to make this item yet, there seemed to be many good things inside.

Besides paranormal objects, what Tian Group lacked most were...Buddhist scriptures.

Maybe he could gain inspiration from the scriptures and derive more things suitable for himself.

But there was no rush. This youth could be killed anytime. He didn't seem difficult to handle.

At this time, the sutra chanting sound in the ancestral hall strengthened again, seemingly amplified each time the wooden fish sounded.

The people in the hall were now vaguely restless.

Even Wang Ye's heart was somewhat agitated.

Fortunately, his current mental strength had been enhanced at Salvage City, so he still showed no abnormalities.

But the youth's, Luo Ping's, and the old man's eyes were growing redder.

The middle-aged woman only seemed to be barely resisting.

The few rummaged faster and louder, clearly unable to suppress the violence brewing in their hearts.

Wang Ye had thought the Buddhist youth would be the first to snap.

But unexpectedly...

"Hahahaha!"

The middle-aged woman who seemed able to endure the longest suddenly burst into laughter.

Her laughter was filled with madness. She then limply walked toward the back hall, ignoring the old man.

Her steps gradually became stiff and numb. Under the old man's shocked gaze, she arrived before the Buddha statue in the back hall.

The others rushed into the back hall at the same time, cautiously observing.

Wang Ye stood in the main hall, finding a spot where he could see inside and silently watched.

The woman slowly knelt before the Buddha statue with devotion in her eyes, pressing her palms together.

Then, her face was pulled into an ugly smile.

Faintly, it was identical to the Buddha statue's smile.

Finally, her body rotted in an instant, as if dead for months and giving off a stench.

After that, the flesh rotted faster, becoming a skeleton.

Even the skeleton gradually disappeared, turning to dust and vanishing before the Buddha statue.

A strong sense of fear spread through their hearts.

Even the sutra chanting sound was killing people now!

They didn't know when the wooden fish would suddenly sound, which futon they couldn't sit on, and the noisy sutra chanting...

Just the ancestral hall at the entrance, the first building, was already filled with lethal danger.

They...

Were somewhat in despair.