"What is... this?"
He had absolutely no intention of venturing deep into danger to search for a White-grade ghost.
Jiang Han keenly perceived that this line of text seemed to possess some form of autonomous consciousness and was deliberately guiding his actions.
"No! White-grade ghosts already possess the means to kill. Only a first-layer Spirit Controller can handle them. Wouldn't I just be going there to die?"
Jiang Han deliberately said loudly, then turned and walked down the mountain.
Just then, another line of text floated into his field of vision:
"...You suspect this text has ulterior motives, so you turn back. Ultimately, you lose that Green-grade Soul Jade and fail the Tianji Pavilion's entrance test."
Jiang Han's footsteps halted, and several black lines instantly slid down his temple.
"Why does it feel like I'm playing a text adventure game?"
Jiang Han really wanted to complain about this cheat that had suddenly appeared. Which god was controlling his character?
"...After thinking about the consequences, you still decide to head deeper to find the Mist Ghost."
The other party had Jiang Han's psychology in a vice grip; the text changed instantly.
Jiang Han simply sat down cross-legged and said to the air, "You have to give me something concrete. How exactly am I supposed to deal with the Mist Ghost? Going back, at worst I lose a Green-grade Soul Jade. If I do what you say, I'll lose my life."
Soon, the black text in his pupils twisted into a new prompt:
"...You try every possible method but can't find a way to deal with the Mist Ghost. Ultimately, you cast your gaze upon the shadow on the ground."
Hearing this, Jiang Han looked down at his own shadow.
In the environment of the Ghost Domain, the shadow appeared exceptionally eerie, as if it were darkness originating from the deepest part of hell.
For some reason, after looking at it for a while, Jiang Han felt that it wasn't his shadow at all, but a living person!
Whoosh!
Jiang Han shuddered violently. The thought in his mind was too terrifying; he didn't dare to think about it further.
"...You prepare to set off, walking due north, and finally find the Mist Ghost in a graveyard."
This time, the text floating in Jiang Han's pupils was faint and dissipated shortly after, unable to maintain itself for long.
"This thing is sinister! I must find a way to figure out what it actually is in the future."
Jiang Han secretly vowed in his heart.
Actually, he had never intended to turn back from the start; his earlier actions were merely to test this bizarre existence.
The Green-grade Soul Jade—he was determined to get it!
Whoosh!
A dazzling white flash swept past.
Immediately afterward, a soul that had almost condensed into a solid form instantly shattered, transforming into a large amount of water droplets that sprinkled down.
"Quick! Catch it!"
Bai Ruoxue, dressed in a pink skirt, hurriedly commanded.
The people around her didn't dare to be negligent and immediately rushed forward to catch the droplets with white jade purification bottles.
"Sure enough, there are distinctions in strength among souls. This soul actually produced so many droplets. It's just a pity that the spiritual energy consumption was a bit high."
Feeling the dwindling spiritual energy within her body, Bai Ruoxue couldn't help but frown slightly.
Beside her, a youth in green clothes smiled and said, "Ruoxue, you really are the most talented Spirit Controller in our school. This soul was almost about to turn into a White-grade ghost, right?"
Bai Ruoxue suddenly glanced at him coldly. "Don't call me Ruoxue."
The youth in green froze.
Whoosh!
Bai Ruoxue withdrew the long sword in her hand and asked, "How much time is left before sunset?"
The youth in green answered, "Two hours remaining."
"That's enough. Let's rest for a bit first, then continue after recovering our strength." After giving her instructions, Bai Ruoxue sat down cross-legged under an old tree.
The youth in green spoke again, "Ruoxue, our white jade purification bottles are almost full. There's no need to push ourselves so hard, right?"
"We must ensure absolute success!" A stubbornness showed in Bai Ruoxue's beautiful eyes. "I not only want to get first place this time, but I also want to win the reward with an overwhelming advantage! Only then can the Tianji Pavilion see my talent!"
On the other side.
Zhang Feng's face was deathly pale at this moment, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Beside him, a youth holding an assault rifle emitting blue light said anxiously, "Brother Zhang, I'm afraid we've barged into a soul nest. We have to retreat!"
In front of the group swirled a thick, miserable fog that couldn't be dispersed.
The sounds of weeping ghosts and wailing gods constantly rose from the miserable fog, terrifying to the core.
Zhang Feng gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "Alright! Old Second, you swap positions with Little Zhou. Remember, don't panic. As long as we guard our minds, the souls can't harm us."
After a while, this four-person team finally rushed out of that vine forest.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Zhang Feng looked at the white jade purification bottle in his hand, which was already more than half full, and was beside himself with excitement. "Greater danger, greater opportunity! This trip was worth it!"
Suddenly, he turned his head sharply to the right and shouted, "Who is it!"
A rustling sound came.
Then, a chubby figure emerged from the bushes.
The latter's face was full of embarrassment; his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.
Seeing who it was, the mockery in Zhang Feng's eyes replaced his wariness. "I thought it was someone else. So it's you, Fatty."
Although Fatty had crawled out of the bushes, his clothes were much neater than Zhang Feng and the others'.
Immediately, Zhang Feng understood. "You didn't just hide as soon as you entered the mountain, did you?"
Hearing this, Fatty lowered his head even further.
"Trash!" Zhang Feng spat fiercely on the ground and said with disdain, "No wonder you hang out with garbage like Jiang Han. Turns out you're garbage too!"
"Let me guess, is that waste Jiang Han also hiding somewhere right now, too scared to come out? Hahahaha!!!"
Zhang Feng laughed piercingly.
Fatty's face turned red with anger. "No, I... I..."
In the end, he couldn't squeeze out a sentence.
"Forget it, Brother Zhang. Why waste time on someone of this caliber? We won't even be on the same level as this kind of trash in the future."
Just then, the youth whose innate spirit tool was an assault rifle spoke up.
Zhang Feng nodded. "True enough. Let's go!"
The group left as soon as they said they would, leaving Fatty all alone on the spot.
The latter was full of grievance; in a place like this, being afraid was a normal reaction.
He looked dryly toward the depths of the jungle and complained, "Jiang Han... if only you could be with me... we could look out for each other..."
In the Northern District Ghost Domain.
The concept of time had become blurred.
Sunlight simply couldn't penetrate; the surroundings were always in a dim environment.
Jiang Han traveled deeper and finally arrived at a wasteland.
What was puzzling was that although it was early spring, there wasn't the slightest sound of insects or birds here. Amidst a deathly silence, the only sound was the faint noise of Jiang Han stepping on weeds.
"I should be there by now."
Jiang Han had sharp eyes and quickly spotted several black stone tablets in this wasteland.
Yin energy permeated the wasteland graves, making it a perfect setting for a horror movie.
If one were alone here, they would probably be driven mad before long.
At the same time, unlike souls, White-grade ghosts already possessed the means to harm people; a moment of carelessness would result in being buried here.
Even though Jiang Han had something to rely on, his heartbeat inevitably accelerated at this moment.
Hoo—
Suddenly, a gloomy wind, as if coming from the deepest hell, struck.
The waist-high weeds all made a rustling sound, like a soul-summoning song, making one's blood run cold.
Jiang Han decisively gripped the dagger spirit tool in his hand again, focusing his attention on his surroundings.
Soon, a thick, miserable fog that could barely disperse surrounded him from all directions.
In a mere instant, Jiang Han was completely submerged in the fog. His vision was filled with whiteness, making it impossible to distinguish anything.
"Not good!"
Jiang Han knew in his heart that this was the method of that Mist Ghost.
The school had opened a special Paranormal Studies department, which taught knowledge about these low-level ghosts.
This included the Mist Ghost.
The Mist Ghost belonged to the White-grade ghosts. It was an aggregate of a large number of souls, filled with intense resentment, and often inhabited graveyards. Its ability was to summon a large amount of miserable fog to obscure