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After listening to Yao Long, the Death Apostle pondered for a moment. Before I could speak, he interjected, "I don't think it's possible. After all, the Void Spirit within Shen Xu is continuously growing, and its power is now far beyond what it used to be. Although an ordinary seal can suppress the Void Spirit for a longer time, as its abilities increase, it will likely become difficult to contain it for long. So even if we had a top-tier seal, it wouldn't eliminate the Void Spirit; it would only extend the sealing time."
The Death Apostle's words echoed my own concerns. I had previously considered using the rare talisman to suppress the growth of the mark, but hearing him say this made me abandon that thought immediately. If this unique talisman could only temporarily suppress the mark, it felt like a waste. Moreover, we were not in immediate danger and had plenty of time to search for those spirits and seal them using the Sheepskin Book.
Thinking this over, I addressed everyone: "What Death Apostle said is true, but our seal has already been used up. When we eliminated that monster in Onizuka..."
"Didn't you want to go to Onizuka to remove the mark? Other than using that seal, we can only play your Supernatural Game," Yao Long remarked.
Upon hearing this, I fell into deep thought. Was there really no place filled with spirits? I quickly searched my mind for locations where many spirits might exist.
Moments later, I exclaimed, "I've got it! I know where to find them. If we're looking for spirits, a cemetery should have plenty!"
However, the Death Apostle quietly interjected, "Not necessarily..."
I was about to ask him why when Li Zhisheng interrupted. "If you want to see spirits, you'll need to use the power of the Void Spirit first. Let me handle this; after all, there are two cemeteries in the city. We can just go check if there are any spirits."
With that, he slapped his thigh and stood up as if ready to head out.
I glanced at the evening glow on the balcony and said, "There's no need to rush; it's not like we'll die tonight. It's getting late, and we just got home. We're all tired; let's rest tonight and make plans tomorrow."
After that, Hu Fang and I went to the kitchen to prepare some food. After dinner, we chatted about trivial matters. However, it seemed that the Death Apostle wanted to move out from my place. Although he didn't state his reasons directly, I could sense he was trying not to trouble me. Yet the current situation was indeed grim—on one side was Master Yang's direct threat, and on the other was the rumored Yin Master, who had yet to fully reveal themselves.
As far as I knew, there were only two Yin Masters: one was an elderly woman from Meng Zhuang's hometown who had retired years ago; the other was this half-hearted Li Zhisheng beside me. As for others claiming to be Yin Masters, I felt he was just an ordinary person with a passing interest in metaphysics.
Ultimately, I still wasn't clear on what kind of people Yin Masters truly were. Given the current circumstances, having one more person meant one more source of strength. If something unexpected happened to Yao Long or the Death Apostle outside and I couldn't rescue them—or even know if they were in danger—that would be a problem. Therefore, I didn't agree to the Death Apostle's request but instead shared my concerns with him. After hearing my worries, he refrained from bringing up moving out again.
After that, everyone returned to their rooms to rest. Once I got back, I closed the door and carefully placed the remaining talismans that the grocery store owner had given me between the pages of a book, tucking them away in the drawer of my bedside table.
With the talismans secured, I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind racing with memories of the strange events I had experienced. From my initial ignorance to witnessing Yin Li's death, and then meeting Hu Fang, Li Zhisheng, Death Apostle, and Yao Long—everything had truly happened, yet it now felt incredibly unreal, as if I were living in a movie...
Lost in thought, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier until I finally collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, after waking up and freshening up, I had breakfast with Death Apostle and Yao Long before sitting down at the computer to search for information, hoping to find some clues in the news.
However, things did not go as planned. The news articles that might have contained clues were all outdated, providing no relevant information. Even if there were any leads, they had long since faded with time.
Just when I was feeling stuck, Li Zhisheng emerged from his room. After greeting me with a "good morning," he changed his clothes and prepared to head out.
Seeing this, I quickly asked, "Where are you going so early?"
Li Zhisheng replied, "Aren't you looking for places with ghosts? I'm going to sweep a grave first."
"Sweep a grave? I didn't know you had relatives buried in the city," I said without thinking.
"Your family just had a death!" Li Zhisheng retorted irritably. "I'm going to help you see if there are any ghosts; you can come along later..."
Realizing my mistake, I hurriedly apologized. "Sorry, sorry! I misunderstood. In that case, since I have nothing else to do, I'll just go with you."
I quickly changed my clothes and got ready to accompany Li Zhisheng. Although Death Apostle and Yao Long wanted to join us as well, considering we might encounter Yang Master's people at any moment, it was best for them to stay home. Since Hu Fang was still asleep, I left with Li Zhisheng.
After stepping out, we immediately hailed a cab and headed to the nearest cemetery. On the way, Li Zhisheng said, "How did you think to look there? Honestly, I don't believe there will be anything there. After all, ghosts appear in certain places because they are drawn to specific things; otherwise, they wouldn't linger around where their bodies are buried."
Listening to him, I found his words somewhat familiar. It seemed like I had heard them somewhere before, but I couldn't recall from whom. So I replied, "But didn't you say that ghosts are attracted to certain things? If some ghosts are particularly attached to themselves, it wouldn't be surprising for them to linger around their bodies."
"That's true," he replied, "but you have to understand that nowadays, people aren't allowed to be buried in the ground; they must be cremated. Think about it—do you really think they would cling to a pile of ashes?"
Hearing this, I realized he had a point. However, since we were already out, we might as well take a look.
Just then, the car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery. I opened the door and got out with Li Zhisheng, walking along the main road of the amusement park. As we reached halfway, an old man holding a broom suddenly blocked our path. He glanced at us and said, "Something happened up ahead; it's been sealed off. You should leave quickly..."
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