After Yu Xing's fake death and his explanation, everyone basically understood the truth of the matter.

Zhou Yongsheng and Zhou Facao had different positions. Zhou Facao treated Zhou Yongsheng as an ordinary young man and planned to hold a funeral like the other villagers.

But Zhou Yongsheng knew this and didn't want to be restricted. After his unsuccessful resistance, he was strangled to death and turned into a ghost, thinking of other sinister tricks.

First, he happened to be classmates with Zhou Qinghai, so after his death, he sent a text message to Zhou Qinghai to meet in town, preparing to kill Zhou Facao.

Then, he called his two "idols," the painter San and the magician Carlos, along with two feng shui masters, two investigators, and a girl who came to find a boyfriend, intending to turn them into his nourishment.

Every villager, every corpse, every funeral, innocent outsiders would be deceived and left behind, then their lives would be devoured by special candles, giving life to the bodies in the coffins.

The more people there were, the stronger the power of the bodies after the funeral.

This was the hint that Zhou Yongsheng gave to Yu Xing and Xiao Xuechen, allowing them to avoid the misfortune of the first night—not out of kindness, but because it didn't want its nourishment to be stolen by other villagers.

And now, with the candles destroyed by Yu Xing, it had to personally kill the outsiders before the funeral ended.

Listening to Yu Xing gradually revealing his plan, Zhou Yongsheng's already terrifying face became even more sinister.

"Since you want to be the first to die so badly, I'll grant your wish!"

Finally, it no longer pretended to be a victim. It jumped towards where Yu Xing was, just like a zombie in folklore!

Yu Xing agilely dodged and held a dagger in a defensive position.

"Destroy the candles!" he raised his voice and shouted to the others.

"Which ones?" Wei Fan asked.

"All of them." Without waiting for Yu Xing's answer, Xiao Xuechen had already figured it out. She calmed down and spoke quickly, "Zhou Yongsheng mentioned the origin of the candles twice, so we cut off their origin. All the candles present, including those on both sides of the ancestral hall and in the hands of the villagers, must be extinguished."

"Okay!" Wei Fan almost unconditionally trusted Xiao Xuechen's words. He immediately went to the candle rack behind the funeral with the Xu brothers, who were also taking action.

Zhou Yongsheng's eyes widened suddenly, almost about to burst. "No! Die!"

It changed direction and pounced towards Xiao Xuechen. Yu Xing's eyes turned cold, and with a sneer, he stepped aside and intercepted it, stabbing a dagger into its forehead.

Specters couldn't be killed directly; the correct method had to be found. But one good thing was that they could be delayed and disrupted through attacks.

Normal people couldn't confront specters and would easily lose their lives, but deductionists with abilities were different. They could come up with various plans for frontal attacks based on their own sacrifices, buying time for others.

Obviously, at this moment, Yu Xing chose to be the one to intercept the specter.

The dagger left a hole in Zhou Yongsheng's head, with no blood inside, only indescribable disgusting things. Yu Xing moved a few steps and circled behind Zhou Yongsheng, twisting the blade, causing Zhou Yongsheng to scream in pain.

"Hmph." Xiao Xuechen, who was on the side, saw Yu Xing intercept the attack for her and smirked. Suddenly, a small black pistol appeared in her hand.

She aimed the gun at Zhou Yongsheng's exposed head and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

The sound of the gunshot deafened Yu Xing's ears and also attracted the attention of others.

"Sacrifice?" Yu Xing murmured softly, sensing a unique aura from the gun, similar to the sheepskin paper of the Xu brothers.

Zhou Yongsheng was shot in the head, and where the bullet hit, black gas emerged, forming chains that seemed conscious, tightly wrapping around his head.

Immediately, Zhou Yongsheng's screams weakened, and his movements slowed down.

Could specters be imprisoned? Yu Xing's eyes lit up, showing interest in the gun.

But Zhou Yongsheng was not easy to deal with. After all, he was like a boss in the game. In just two seconds, the chains shattered and dissipated. He grabbed Yu Xing with one hand, and his hardened and deformed hand reached towards Yu Xing's chest. Yu Xing kicked him, and his abnormal strength sent Zhou Yongsheng flying two meters away. His nails narrowly missed scratching Yu Xing's arm.

There was a tear in his plush jacket, and two blood marks appeared on Yu Xing's strong arm muscles. Yu Xing felt the pain and casually glanced at it.

This wound... was not fatal.

And for him, non-fatal wounds...

The next second, when Zhou Yongsheng landed, these two blood marks had already begun to heal.

He had been cautious and didn't let others see the condition of his wounds.

A necessary death was already the most he could show in front of others, using the limited sacrificial function to cover it up.

But if others found out that his wounds would quickly disappear... then he would be in trouble.

The dagger in his hand reflected flickering light, and Yu Xing showed an excited expression.

While he and Xiao Xuechen were directly confronting Zhou Yongsheng, Carlos was not idle either.

"Zhou Qinghai, tell the villagers not to move." Seeing that many villagers were starting to stand up with the intention to attack them, Carlos gave an order to Zhou Qinghai.

Zhou Qinghai expressed fear, "H-How do I make them not move?"

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"Just tell them."

"Oh, oh, that!" Zhou Qinghai stretched his neck and shouted to the villagers kneeling outside the ancestral hall, "Don't, don't move!"

The villagers looked at each other unhappily, but as the village chief, Zhou Qinghai was their leader, so they obediently followed his orders.

Carlos ran into the crowd of villagers and, holding a small knife in his hand, swiftly cut the burning wick.

"Pu."

With a small sound, the candle went out.

He glanced at Zhou Yongsheng, Yu Xing, and Xiao Xuechen, and immediately continued his actions. The flickering candlelight disappeared one after another.

The candles on both sides of the ancestral hall were also quickly extinguished by the Xu brothers and Wei Fan.

It seemed that everything was going smoothly.

But Zhou Yongsheng would not let his plan be ruined so easily. Seeing that Yu Xing was not as vulnerable as he thought and that Xiao Xuechen was too far away to be easily killed, he took advantage of his position and returned to the side of the black coffin.

He pressed his hands against the coffin wall and repeated the words Zhou Facai had chanted before, his voice hoarse and indistinct, "The departed do not linger, neither extinguished nor destroyed outside life and death..."

A sense of indescribable panic rose in the hearts of all the humans present.

When the coffin lid was lifted earlier, the candle holder containing special candles fell to the ground, and the wax tears scattered all over, leaving several scars on the ground as the tears solidified and cooled.

With Zhou Yongsheng's chanting, both the candle holder and the black coffin trembled as if they had reached a certain resonance.

Xiao Xuechen prepared to fire her second bullet, but suddenly felt her hands and feet turn cold. Her gaze uncontrollably shifted towards the candle holder, unable to concentrate her attention.

Moreover, her forearm inexplicably began to soften, as if it was about to rot.

This situation frightened her. She knew that she had been cursed, so she immediately used the first ability of [Eye of Life], drawing 15% of her blood to create an invisible shield.

Instantly, the rate of muscle decay slowed down. Enduring the dizziness caused by blood loss, she gritted her teeth, raised her gun, and fired again.

This shot inevitably went off target and hit Zhou Yongsheng's leg. Unfortunately, Zhou Yongsheng did not need to move at this moment, and the sluggishness in his leg did not interrupt his chanting.

Carlos's hand holding the knife paused for a moment, almost stabbing himself. His deep blue eyes became even more profound, but he stopped in time and took out a new paper doll.

He whispered, "Ward off disaster..."

The paper doll appeared and waved its arms randomly for a while before quickly decaying into a pile of ashes.

"Control, disturbance, and decay?" After sacrificing the paper doll, Carlos regained control of his body. He wasted no time and quickly pinched the wick.

The villagers whose candles had been extinguished gradually became less human-like in the darkness, and the malice in their eyes grew stronger. Fortunately, most of them still obeyed Zhou Qinghai's orders and did not attack.

However, there were one or two who were overcome by the power from the black coffin and the candle holder, and they got up and threw the candles towards the living.

The actions of the others were more or less affected, greatly reducing their efficiency. Xu Hong was a bit unlucky. He was close to the outside of the ancestral hall and accidentally fell to the ground due to losing control of his body. He was immediately caught by the violent villagers, and pain pierced through him.

Several villagers surrounded Xu Hong, leaving bloody holes on his body with their hard claws. Xu Hong screamed in pain, causing Xu Yuan to roar in anger, "Brother!!"

He took out a talisman paper from the small bag he carried, and the paper began to burn fiercely, causing his hand to be painfully scorched. Enduring the intense pain, Xu Yuan forcefully controlled his movements and threw the talisman paper at the villagers.

The villagers were afraid of it and let go of Xu Hong. Xu Yuan took the opportunity to pull his brother away, looking at his brother covered in injuries, his mind went into chaos, and he didn't even care that his own neck was starting to rot.

There were only three candles still lit on their side of the candle holder.

Yu Xing shook his wrist and had already caught up to Zhou Yongsheng after Xiao Xuechen fired her second shot.

As he divided his attention to observe others, he had already realized that the situation was not good. There were signs of decay on his leg as well, but his body kept repairing itself, causing the decay to disappear. Although he experienced more pain, it did not cause substantial harm to him.

As for the control and interference... they had no effect on him.

He had to act quickly.

Wei Fan unexpectedly remained steady. The indiscriminate attacks from the black coffin and the candle holder seemed to cause him less damage. He quickly pinched the wick, and one side of the candles was about to be completely extinguished.

Zhou Yongsheng looked smug as he continued to chant, "With the eyes of the living and the breath of the dead, bear witness..."

"Bear witness to the correctness of solving problems from the root." Yu Xing swung a dagger at Zhou Yongsheng's head, causing his already fractured spine to twist.

Then, instead of taking the opportunity to continue attacking, Yu Xing rolled to the side of the candle holder that had fallen to the ground and reached out to pick it up.

"It's mine." He held the candle holder and successfully interrupted its resonance with the black coffin, forcing the invisible curse to be interrupted.

A chilling sensation that he couldn't ignore entered his body from the candle holder, and a feeling of weakness quickly overwhelmed him.

He trembled and looked around for a while.

At this moment, the last candle outside the ancestral hall was extinguished by Carlos.

All the candles on the right side of the ancestral hall were extinguished by Wei Fan.

But...On the left side of the candlestick, Xu Yuan and Xu Hong were clearly in a bad state. One was seriously injured, likely stabbed in a vital spot, and the other had a rotting wound on his neck, equally fatal. Moreover, several villagers, freed from the burning talismans, were rushing towards them.

Only three candles remained.

"Die, hahaha..." Zhou Yongsheng looked at the chaotic scene, feeling victory within his grasp.

He leaped in front of the candlestick, guarding the last three candles.

All he had to do now was wait for the twin brothers to die first. The villagers, whose consciousness he had disrupted, belonged to him at this moment. After killing the outsiders, his power would increase, and the others would definitely be weakened due to rot and control deviation, basically unable to escape.

His funeral would end perfectly.

However, a person he had overlooked brought his laughter to an abrupt halt.

Zhou Qinghai had somehow made his way in front of the Xu brothers, holding a large bundle of reeds in his hand.

His identity as the "village chief" granted him protection from the rules, rendering Zhou Yongsheng's curse useless against him.

Facing the attacking villagers, he yelled, "Die for me, ah!" while blindly swinging with his eyes closed.

Although his strength was insignificant compared to the villagers, he did buy some survival time for the Xu brothers.

Yu Xing smirked, "Not bad."

He moved to a suitable angle, raised the dagger in his hand, and let it fly towards the three candles under Zhou Yongsheng's horrified gaze.

He was now in line with the three candles, and it was very likely that his dagger could pierce all three!

Zhou Yongsheng roared and lunged, finally knocking the dagger away before it could reach the candles.

"Damn it!" Wei Fan cursed angrily at the sight, but the next moment, all three candles went out simultaneously!

What happened?

With the last three candles extinguished, the ancestral hall plunged into darkness. In the dim space, everyone saw something making a large arc in the air, flying back and forth.

The cold touch was caught by Yu Xing. He looked at the candle tray he had used as a boomerang, feeling quite pleased.

The dagger was a decoy. The moment he threw the dagger, he flung the candle tray with a different technique, accurately hitting the candles on its trajectory.

Plan successful.

Zhou Yongsheng's face was filled with disbelief, gradually freezing under everyone's expectant gaze.

...Without its "source", it had become a real, inanimate corpse.

And the villagers, one by one, fell to the ground.

【The funeral has been interrupted】

【Due to the breaking of the funeral cycle, the curse of the coffin village is lifted, all corpses return to normal】

【Rest for the night and leave the coffin village at eight o'clock tomorrow morning】

Several consecutive deduction prompts appeared in everyone's minds. At that moment, the mission was declared complete.

However... the injuries did not disappear, and some people were still teetering on the brink of death.