Chapter 338 - Where Did the Cat Come From? (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

The small, fair hand pressed on the cold, antique coffin lid. When Jiang Ling touched the red coffin, all the kneeling monsters stopped mourning, and the twisted, scary faces started to rise.

“Come help me!” Jiang Ling screamed shrilly. Her face had lost the usual cuteness, and her expression looked scary.

BANG!

The solid coffin lid fell to the ground, and everyone turned to look inside the coffin. A woman was lying inside the large red coffin. Wet dark hair stuck to her slim body. Her skin was pale, and her face was handsome. Chen Ge would not describe her as pretty, but there was definitely something unique about her.

“Help me buy some time.” Jiang Ling walked into the red coffin and stared at the woman in the coffin. The villagers all stood up. They were conversing in a local language, and they looked so happy.

“How do you expect me to buy time?” Chen Ge turned to look at Jiang Ling, and he got another surprise. Jiang Ling lifted her hair back, and there was a bone missing from the back of her skull. Her head curved inwards. This is the only deformity on Jiang Ling’s body?

Walking forward, Jiang Ling rubbed her own blood on the woman’s hand and then placed the hand on the back of her head. The blood vessels reached out from the woman’s palm and crawled into Jiang Ling’s head through the depression.

What is she doing now? Has she reincarnated into Jiang Ling, or is she just possessing her body?

When the villagers saw the woman sleeping in the coffin, they charged at her like a bunch of crazed animals.

“This is why I hate children!” Chen Ge took out the hammer from his backpack and shielded himself before the red coffin. He felt himself being the target of a mob. Seeing the group of monsters charging at him, Chen Ge was flustered. The only thing he could do then was give it his best and call for Zhang Ya to appear.

When the crazed monsters had almost reached Chen Ge and the red coffin, laughter came from the blood fog. “If the female ghost doesn’t come out to save you at a time like this, she must really be in a slumber.”

A red wave made from faces blasted through the fog, knocking Chen Ge and the villagers away.

The society’s Red Specter!

Chen Ge was just brushed by the monster, but his face felt frozen. He looked at his chilled left hand. In the urgency of the moment, he raised both of his hands to shield his head, and his elbow brushed up against the Red Specter.

“I’ve been tailing you for this particular moment.” The faces coagulated to form the monster again. A black robe walked out from behind him. The man stopped beside the red coffin and turned to look at Chen Ge. “Surprised to meet again so soon?”

The black robe said the last sentence in a different voice. He was mimicking the voice of the investigator.

“So, it’s you.” Chen Ge still had a trump card on him—Yan Danian’s power—but he could not use it willy-nilly because his opponent had seen this power before, and they might have prepared for it already.