Chapter 103: The Opened Coffin
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“By subduing the second spirit, I’ve managed to prolong the dormant period of the vengeful ghost considerably. Does this mean that I’ve accomplished what I set out to do, even without making this transaction? And if that’s the case, is there any real reason to go forward with the trade?” A frown etched deep lines on Miles’s forehead as he grappled with these questions. Yet, it wasn’t long before he pushed his previous musings aside.
“No,” he whispered to himself, “The looming danger of the vengeful ghost reawakening persists. The stability I’ve achieved is tenuous. It might afford me a brief respite, a fleeting window of safety, but as I continue to exploit the spirit’s power, this delicate balance is bound to break. I might even find myself having to tame a third ghost. The trade cannot be halted now.”
His attention shifted to an ominous-looking parchment made of human skin that lay nearby on the ground. He contemplated, “And… if that whatever company out there does possess the knowledge to dominate these vengeful spirits, then I’d rather choose to align with that company instead of relying on this unsettling parchment. What’s more, I have no way of knowing what other sort of dark power it held if it could even devour other ghosts. Would it be wiser to just toss this item away?” The thought raced through Miles’s mind.
Although logic dictated he should leave the eerie human skin parchment right where it was. However, his primal instinct for survival warned him against it. The crisis wasn’t over, and in a desperate moment, this piece of skin might be his last line of defense. As unsettling as it was, its potential power was undeniable, and it might be the difference between life and death.
Determined, Miles opted to keep the parchment. Still, he resolved to tread more carefully in his impending trade. As he picked up and folded the artifact, he hesitated to keep it close. Instead, he stashed it within an old golden box, the same one he had once used to confine the headless ghost. Though the box looked worn, he planned to restore and fortify it once he got back home.
He knew he couldn’t afford to be complacent. There were still matters concerning Yellow Hill Village that demanded his attention. He felt a deep-seated obligation to settle these issues before leaving the area.
Suddenly, the ghost domain manifested again, its reach now spanning a whopping fifty meters around him in stark contrast to its previous confines. This revelation underscored the idea that while humans might have limitations in wielding a ghost’s energy, the resulting power dynamics would be radically amplified when a ghost dominated another.
In an instant, Miles was standing next to a sleek sports car as he yanked out the suitcase from within its interior.