Chapter 295: Ghost Restricted Area
"What, can't I come?"

Cao Yang stopped what he was doing and looked at this teammate whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

After the Fierce Ghost Road incident, Zhao Tong successfully controlled the second ghost and achieved a new balance. However, there were also many supernatural events in Daji City during this period. Zhao Tong, who was balancing the two ghosts, was also tortured and eroded beyond recognition:
A strong stench permeated his entire body, and his exposed skin was a strange dark brown color, like mud after rain, and it was peeling off from time to time.

"Yes, of course. You are the captain. There is no place in China or abroad that you cannot go."

Zhao Tong forced an ugly smile. He highly approved of the captain, but due to his worsening condition, he really couldn't be happy.

"You look as sad as a puddle of mud. This time I came just in time to help you alleviate the problem of the resurrection of the evil spirit. I have learned about the recent situation in Daji City. There were two C-level incidents, one B-level incident, and one incident was temporarily blocked by you."

Cao Yang casually flipped through some recent situations. The frequency of supernatural events can no longer be described as high. It can even be said that they have broken out everywhere. Even some places deep in the mountains and old forests, far away from cities and people, have begun to show some abnormalities.

"Oh, Captain, you don't know how I managed to survive during this period."

Zhao Tong got into the role quickly and started complaining to Cao Yang directly.

"That's not a C-level incident. Just considering the horror of the ghost, Lin Ye and I combined are not enough to kill it. It's just that the ghost was quite honest and stayed in one place without wandering around. That's why it was classified as a C-level incident."

This was not Zhao Tong's nonsense. The ghost had left too deep an impression on him. He was simply not a being he could fight against. He then called Lin Ye, but it was still useless. The two of them couldn't even find the ghost.

In desperation, Zhao Tong had to permanently block the area and set up a restricted area to prevent ordinary people from accidentally entering and causing casualties.

"You mean... the incident of the walls having ears?"

Cao Yang twisted his fingers and turned the file to this page.

"Event code: Walls have ears."

"Damage level: C."

"Where the incident occurred: an abandoned village on the outskirts of Daeje City."

"The person who created the file: Zhao Tong, the person in charge of Daji City."

"Where are the ghosts who were the source of the other incidents? Have you detained them all?"

"Yes, I took a lot of effort to send the ghost back on the road, and then the ghost fell into the yellow mud road and was wrapped into a mud servant and lost the ability to move. Although this method is efficient, it will seriously increase my burden."

"Now I don't dare to open the ghost den anymore, for fear that the ghosts on the yellow mud road will invade us."

As he spoke, Zhao Tong shook gently a few times, and some extremely smelly rotten yellow mud peeled off from his skin.

"The Yellow Mud Road has already recovered to a high degree. Your body is being eroded by the yellow mud, and the distance between you and the Yellow Mud Road has been shortened. It won't be long before your body becomes the starting point of the Yellow Mud Road. When that happens, the evil spirits that invade your body will burst you apart."

Cao Yang said calmly.

Zhao Tong's situation was somewhat similar to that of Ghost Lake. Both used their own ghost dens to imprison and restrict evil spirits. However, the size of the yellow mud road was obviously not enough to match that of Ghost Lake, so he soon reached his limit.

“What’s at the end of the road?”

After a moment's silence, Cao Yang asked.

"I don't know. Maybe if we go back along the road, we can go back to the day when we were born. But this is a ghost road. No one knows what is on the other side of the road."

Zhao Tong was stunned at first, then answered seriously.

"Open the ghost den. I will fish out the ghost on the yellow mud road first to reduce your burden. With me here, you don't have to worry about the revival of the evil ghost." A cold and restless wind blew by, and Zhao Tong only felt his vision blurred for a moment. When he came to his senses, he found that he was no longer in the office, but came to an abandoned park.

"This is……"

"The Daji City Foreign Affairs College has been completely relocated due to a supernatural incident."

Cao Yang replied.

The School of Foreign Affairs, this is where I dealt with the floating corpse ghost, or water ghost incident. From that time on, everything became a little different from the original.

"Let's not waste any more time on small talk. Let's deal with your problem first."

The next moment, the surroundings suddenly dimmed, as if something was blocking out all the light.

A twisting, winding path appeared under Zhao Tong's feet. Not far away there was a yellow mud road that was completely different from the path. However, the yellow mud road was now very close to Zhao Tong. It wouldn't be long before the road would completely invade Zhao Tong along the path, and the ghosts inside would also invade Zhao Tong's body.

Passing this yellow mud road, the dim path continued to extend deeper into the ground. Indistinctly, there seemed to be a vague figure standing at the end of the path. The person was facing Zhao Tong. Although he did not move, the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

Cao Yang did not resist, but took the initiative to enter the ghost den.

He went around behind Zhao Tong, without any hesitation, and directly set foot on the returning road, and soon came to the edge of the yellow mud road.

This section of yellow mud road was not peaceful. The smelly yellow mud was splashing everywhere, as if something was stirring it up.

However, Cao Yang could see clearly that there were three ghosts rolling around in the mud. Previously, they had been wrapped into mud figurines by them, but as time passed, the yellow mud was peeling off and the restrictions on the evil ghosts were weakening.

However, the yellow mud was extremely sticky. Although the evil spirit had been pulled out of the clay figurine, it could not escape from the yellow mud road and truly invade reality for a while.

"Three little devils, we can easily deal with them."

Although he was confident in his own strength, Cao Yang was not reckless. He took out the ferryman's bamboo pole and swung it out. The fishhook, flashing with a cold light, instantly stuck to the ghost's skin and then penetrated deeply into the flesh.

Immediately afterwards, the three ghosts were unexpectedly fished out by Cao Yang, with foul-smelling yellow mud still stuck on their bodies and dark brown mud constantly dripping down.

However, before these ghosts could resume their movements, they were instantly crushed by a tremendous pressure. Their skinny bodies were forced to lie motionless on the ground under the horrible pressure, as if they had become corpses.

"They are all jigsaw ghosts. They are not very scary, but for Zhao Tong's method of imprisonment in ghost dens, it will indeed seriously increase the burden."

The evil spirit was pulled out, and the originally turbulent yellow mud road calmed down a little. Although there was still some mud surging and boiling, the situation was much better than before.

"The location of the yellow mud road is wrong. It should be at the end of the return road, close to the source of the ghost. But it's not too late to correct it now. The existence of the signpost forces the yellow mud road to follow the rules and deviate in a fixed direction. In the future, Zhao Tong will use the same method to deal with evil spirits, and he won't have to worry about the ghosts invading again."

As he was thinking, Cao Yang took out the long-sealed wooden sign from the human skin pocket.

One end of the rectangular wooden sign was made into the shape of an arrow. The whole sign was black, but there were still some traces of red paint and mud on it. Mixed in the mud were some human tissues such as scalp and fingers, which looked very ominous.

Cao Yang picked up a ghost at random, and the corpse twisted and deformed in his hands, and finally turned into the shape of a stick.

Then he forced the signpost and the wooden stick together and placed them on the side of the winding road, with the arrow pointing deeper into the return path.

"The reality ahead is a restricted area for evil spirits. Do not approach."

(End of this chapter)