Chapter 111: Returning to the Coffin
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In the mysterious Yellow Hill Village, long-standing supernatural mysteries had recently been laid bare – the settlement was founded by ghosts instead of humans.
As for the company that sent Miles here, it was not to save Frank or delve into its esoteric secrets. Their true agenda was to retrieve a coveted and unique artifact referred to as the “ghost coffin.” Rumors claimed that this artifact had the astonishing ability to transform mortals into powerful spirits. If harnessed correctly, it promised a means to either control or neutralize supernatural disturbances worldwide.
But Frank, driven by his personal ambitions, had inadvertently sabotaged the mission. His deeds resulted in the entrapment of a spirit within the confines of the coffin. This entrapped soul, burdened by its confinement, perpetually haunted the village and was the authentic origin of its frightful events. Intriguingly, to neutralize the ghostly threat, it wasn’t the ghostly being that needed to be dealt with but the human actions that had catalyzed the chaos.
In a scene that sent chills down the spine, Miles’s new ghost, the shadowy figure devoid of a head, held aloft Frank’s decapitated head. Shockingly, although Frank’s pallor was that of a corpse and devoid of blood, life eerily persisted in his eyes. The scenario grew even more perplexing when the shadow, driven by an inscrutable urge, made a frantic attempt to fuse Frank’s head back onto its body. This was a turn of events that even Miles had not seen coming.
A troubled thought raced through Miles’s mind: “Is the situation spiraling out of control again?”
But before he could contemplate further, a sinister transformation overtook the shadow. It became illuminated by countless crimson eyes that radiated malevolence. Under the overpowering gaze of these eyes, the shadow yielded, and Frank’s head plummeted.
With his head now lying on the ground, Frank’s voice eerily addressed Miles, “Having witnessed the formidable capabilities of the ghost coffin, you must grasp that we have the power to master our inner spirits using it. Entrusting such an artifact to a spirit is a grievous mistake.”
Miles shot back, “While you may envision yourself as some ghostly overlord with grand ambitions, I’m anchored in my human fragility, battling for survival. Your utopian visions cloud your judgment and endanger us all. Why would I ever condone that? Your aspirations make you oblivious to the fragile equilibrium of existence.” Pausing to gather himself, his voice tinged with desperation, he added, “Enough, the ghost is drawing near.”