The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 332 - 228: The Trapped Crowd

Chapter 332: Chapter 228: The Trapped Crowd

With a creak,

Zhang Jing slowly pushed open the half-closed door, and the moment it opened, everyone felt a cold, gloomy breeze assail them, sending a chill down to the depths of their souls.

"Captain Zhang Xun, are you here?" Qin Bing asked.

The group was not afraid, after all, together, the five experts felt nearly invincible in this world without Transcendents—as long as they weren’t targeted by national-level powers, they could go anywhere without worry, even when confronting fierce ghosts.

However, after entering the room, they found no trace of Zhang Xun.

An alive person seemed to have vanished right under everyone’s watch.

They didn’t suspect that Zhang Xun had died but wondered if he had left them for some urgent matter without telling them.

For a Soul Realm powerhouse to leave this building undetected was not difficult, but for Zhang Xun, who was perfectly fine, to suddenly leave without reason was completely illogical and against common sense.

"That dark red costume, it’s very peculiar..."

Suddenly, Li Yi’s gaze was drawn to a particular garment in the room.

In a modern room, the presence of a costume similar to those of ancient times was quite jarring—after all, this was neither a theatre nor a costume shop, and such apparel wasn’t something the average person would buy. Of course, it couldn’t be ruled out that some might have an interest or preference for such clothing, but the likelihood was slim.

The others also turned their attention to the dark red costume.

Strangely enough, although there was no wind in the room, the wide sleeves of the costume fluttered as if beckoning to them, and a layer of indiscernible darkness seemed to shroud the costume, making it look abnormal.

"Look at the cracks on the floor beside that costume, they aren’t natural, it looks like they were stomped into existence by someone’s foot."

Then, Qin Bing pointed to the cracked floor and said, "Only Evolvers like us can do this here, so these must be the footprints left by Captain Zhang Xun. This means he must have taken action at some point."

"If that’s true, then why didn’t we hear such a commotion just now when we were nearby?" Zhang Jing asked with a frown.

"That’s what’s so odd, but I think Captain Zhang Xun’s disappearance is definitely related to this," Qin Bing said.

At this moment, Li Yi felt more and more that something was wrong with this room; the feeling seemed familiar, yet he couldn’t recall it no matter how hard he tried. It was an instinctual urge to leave the place—to be precise, to stay away from that dark red, vintage costume.

That was the source of his unease.

Although no one else in the room had any issues or Spiritual Sense warnings, Li Yi decided to trust his instincts.

He turned around, intending to leave right away.

But at that moment,

Creak!

A chilly breeze swept through, and the door that had been open began to close slowly.

This action immediately caught everyone’s attention.

They turned around just in time to see the door, moved by the wind, closing.

"Something’s not right, something in this room seems not to want us to leave. I felt something off earlier—why would there be a draft in a sealed room? Now it seems it may not be just any cold breeze, but something unknown in the room," Qin Bing quickly realized, and spoke out.

In that moment,

in the darkness, their eyes shone brightly as they tried to uncover the hidden entity.

But even after searching the room several times, they found no direction to follow.

Thump!

Suddenly, a dull explosive sound echoed.

Li Yi, without any hesitation, launched a powerful strike that would have torn through a cement wall, let alone a door, creating a massive hole.

But the bizarre happened again.

With such formidable power unleashed, hitting the frail door, the door remained unscathed. Instead, a powerful rebounding force came through, numbing Li Yi’s hand.

"Can’t break through?" Li Yi’s eyes suddenly narrowed, filled with shock.

But it wasn’t just him who was shocked; everyone else’s eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.

"No way, a blow like that could make even a Spiritual Realm expert flinch, and yet it can’t smash a door? What on earth is going on?" Qin Bing felt like his understanding of reality was being flipped upside down.

The door wasn’t reinforced with steel or concrete; it was just a normal wooden door, and yet it did not show any mark from the impact.

"Forget about the door for now... there’s something wrong with that costume," suddenly, Zhang Jing’s voice revealed a hint of urgency.

The large dark red costume that had been hanging on the clothes rack now began to float off the rack and drift upward, moving as though it had a life of its own. They could even glimpse the robe moving as if there were legs walking beneath it, and it was slowly but surely approaching them.

"What a sinister costume, could this be the ghost in the building?" Tao Yuan, as a Spiritual Realm Cultivator, thought he had seen plenty, but even he was baffled by the scene before him.

"No matter what it is, let’s just tear this old costume to shreds. If it’s a ghost, it’s going to die," Qin Bing said, and immediately charged forward, his palm suddenly emanating a bright light. That light grew increasingly intense until his entire hand was ignited.