The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 334 - 229: Terrifying Costume

Chapter 334: Chapter 229: Terrifying Costume

Facing a room that couldn’t be escaped, the haunted costume that couldn’t be destroyed, and those dead hands and feet that kept appearing before their eyes... The emergence of these things had overturned everyone’s understanding of the world in just a few minutes. In their view, such terrifying things should simply not exist in this world.

If they did, then surely this world would have been destroyed long ago. How could it possibly still maintain peace and prosperity?

"In this world where ghosts exist, there must be ways to deal with them. Our powers do not work here, if we want to survive we must use the methods of this world... But now it’s too late, all five of us have been trapped, no one will come to save us, we might just be the most unfortunate batch of Cross-border, having arrived in this world for less than eight hours only to be wiped out as a group."

At that moment, Qin Bing laughed, a laugh filled with bitterness and helplessness.

"Damn it, if I had known this would happen, we should have acted separately, not together. Zhang Xun has really done us all harm," Xu Qiumei cursed through clenched teeth.

Yes.

If they had acted separately, at least it wouldn’t have come to a group annihilation. At the very least, several people could have survived. How different that would have been from their current situation, all locked up together in a room.

But Zhang Xun’s decision wasn’t wrong either, to first explore the supernatural powers of this world and then decide on subsequent actions. It was a safe approach; they just hadn’t anticipated that the horrors of this world would exceed everyone’s expectations, be it the Spiritual Realm, the Soul Realm, or even the Martial Artist of the Refining Realm.

All power and means were completely useless.

Such a situation wouldn’t just be explosive on Earth but in any world.

And yet, in the face of such things, the people of this world could still live happily. It was truly unimaginable.

"If there is a chance to leave alive, we must find the means this world uses to deal with fierce ghosts, but for now, everyone just fend for themselves." Li Yi’s face was grim. He no longer had the time to seek revenge on Xu Qiumei, his greatest enemy now was an old costume.

At that moment.

From beneath the old costume, a pair of cold, dead feet extended. The feet made a series of dull sounds on the ground, and from the neckline, with the bump of the foreign object, a pale head slowly emerged. However, upon seeing that head, everyone’s hearts sank to the bottom.

The head bore the face of their team leader, Zhang Xun.

As a strong man of the Soul Realm, it turned out to be true just as Qin Bing had speculated, he was killed by the costume.

After Zhang Xun’s death, his head seemed to be controlled by an incomprehensible force, becoming the wearer of the old costume, serving merely as a prop to hold up the garment.

"What a joke."

At that moment, Zhang Jing seemed to be breaking down. Witnessing team leader Zhang Xun’s death, the last bit of hope in her heart was shattered, leaving her overwhelmed by a deep sense of despair.

Yet Zhang Xun’s head tilted in an incomprehensible manner, then slowly turned, his eyes suddenly snapping open.

But now his eyes were not as bright as before. They were dim, lifeless, hollow, and the dead Zhang Xun seemed to recognize the people before him, casting an unusual gaze. It was a creepy feeling, as if telling them that not a single one of them would escape today.

"Don’t give up, fight your way out of here. Once we leave this room, it will get easier. With our ability to move, that ghostly thing won’t be able to catch up to us," Qin Bing gritted his teeth at that moment, his eyes blazing with a fierce desire to live.

He didn’t want to die here.

And he certainly didn’t want to be killed by a costume.

After arduously cultivating to this day, not knowing how many Extraordinary Creatures he had killed, facing countless risks, and finally becoming a Cross-border, he didn’t want his first Cross-border trip to end in death. His family, relatives, friends were all behind him, waiting for him to return, all longing for him to secure a place and take them away from the dangerous Earth to live in a peaceful world.

"Attack!"

Qin Bing roared, his energy igniting once more, rushing out like a moth to a flame.

"Let’s all go at it. Use every method we have. If we can’t find a way to deal with this thing, we’re all done for," Li Yi also clenched his teeth, choosing to search for a glimmer of hope within the struggle.

Sitting idly by wasn’t what a Martial Artist should do.

Zhang Jing, Tao Yuan, Xu Qiumei, the three of them heard this and felt it made sense. They had fought their way out from various cities, and now, in a moment of crisis, they had to fight for their lives with all their might. Even if their powers were useless, even if their energy bursts were ineffective, as long as there was a slight chance, they shouldn’t give up.

The group didn’t retreat from the creepy costume but started to use their various methods.

They tried to destroy the haunted costume, attempted to break the doors and windows to escape, and even tried to smash the floor to fall to the floor below... They would do everything possible to survive.

Meanwhile.

Outside the sealed building.

"Someone has entered the building, what is happening with your security work? A group of people without supernatural powers have actually crossed your cordon. If they only die inside, that’s one thing, but if they bring out the ghosts inside, who knows what kind of trouble that will cause."

"It wasn’t easy to contain a ghost with just one building, but if it gets out again, sealing it off will not be so simple."

At this moment, outside the cordon, a man with corpse spots on his face and emanating a stench of decay was frowning as he stared at a certain floor of the building.

Some sort of supernatural sense told him that on that floor, supernatural powers were spreading.

"I’m sorry, it was a lapse in our work," said a staff member, deeply ashamed.

However, an assistant at this moment handed over a tablet and said, "Look, this is the nearby surveillance footage. We slowed the video down by ten times before we could see a figure crossing the cordon. Such speed is simply not possible for a normal person, and moreover, there are footprints left on the ground here by the person."

Another image then appeared, showing two footprints sunken deep into the concrete, with the ground nearby cracked from a powerful force.

The man with corpse spots looked at it and a trace of unusual color appeared in his numb eyes, "This is not caused by supernatural powers, this is done by their own strength. Clearly not a Ghost Tamer, yet possessing such measures—in this era, everything is a mess with all kinds of bizarre things popping up. Since they are non-human, just in case, let them perish in this building."

"If they manage to escape by chance, to prevent them from drawing out the ghosts, I’ll take care of them personally."

After speaking, a cold aura began to spread from the man.

The lights around him flickered, as if disrupted by some force.

As the person in charge of Dazhuang City, Wang Qiao always adhered to the principle of better to execute the wrong person than spare a ghost when facing supernatural events, unwilling to gamble the safety of an entire city for the lives of a few people.

However, at this moment, Li Yi and the others were trapped in danger and despair.

The five of them worked together, exhausting all means, but laughably, they couldn’t even damage a bit of wall plaster. It seemed the entire room was enveloped by an incomprehensible force—if they couldn’t break through this power, they had no way to affect anything in the real world.

And now, they didn’t even have the capacity to resist anymore.

The mere touch of the eerie costume would lead to a dead-person-like hand extending from it, and then, just like how they dealt with Qin Bing earlier, they’d be dragged into the costume. Even if you dodged the first attack with an Evolver’s reflexes, a second hand, then a third hand, would follow, unrelenting until there was no escape.

In the room at the moment, the old costumes were swaying, a cold breath pervading, and that head belonging to Zhang Xun watched the crowd with a bizarre gaze.

Cold hands had already grasped everyone, starting to infiltrate their bodies persistently.

Zhang Jing, who was closer, was filled with fear. No matter how she struggled, it was futile. She could only watch as those black, cold fingers crawled over her face, obliterating her sight, feeling the immense pressure around her body as if countless people were surging in the darkness, endlessly constricting her.

If not for her physical fitness, she would have coughed up blood and died by now.

But even so, it wasn’t much better, because Zhang Jing saw the dark red costume approaching nearer to her.

The darkness within that piece of clothing seemed destined to become her grave.

"I never imagined I’d end up dying with you," Xu Qiumei said with unwillingness amidst her fear. Her graceful, tall figure was already distorted and deformed, making her let out pained howls.

She was about to be seized by those dreadful dead hands and pulled forcefully into the sleeve.

But the sleeve was only so big; how could her body possibly fit through it? This resulted in her being slowly crushed by a terrible force. At first, she could struggle free, but later on, the pulling from within became stronger and stronger, seemingly limitless. The force she now felt had already exceeded the limit for a Spiritual Realm Cultivator.

"Do you think I want to die with you?"

Li Yi was now also caught by those eerie hands. Even with his Qi-Blood erupting, he was unable to break free and could only watch as he was forcibly pulled into the gaping front of the costume.

Darkness engulfed half of his body and as time passed by, more of him was devoured, until he completely disappeared from this world.

Qin Bing and Tao Yuan’s fate was no better; they were also entangled and unable to free themselves, awaiting death.

The five of them seemed to have predicted their own ends.

They might end up like Zhang Xun, becoming part of this strange costume, turned into supporting hands or feet.

"Is this really the end?"

For Li Yi at this moment, the darkness before his eyes grew denser, the cold around him deepened, and he could no longer hear others. It was as if he had been taken to an unknown place—everything was so strange. It seemed there were only countless cold corpses writhing around him; they didn’t know if they were really dead or if they retained a bit of consciousness from their lives, always reaching out hands and feet, trying to grasp anything outside through the gaps in the costume, desperate like a drowning person trying to escape the water.