Night of Despair-Chapter 413: Resolution 411

"Just five days... not bad." Yu Hong was in a good mood, having solved the issue with Ku Chan. This Cultivation Technique could now be massively promoted to all magicians for their cultivation practices.

Though there were side effects, they would only appear after a hundred years, which was pretty much no different from having none at all.

Seemingly noticing his good spirits, Zhang Kajing put down her comic book, just about to speak.

Suddenly, she looked up towards the front.

The black mist ahead began to disperse slowly.

A vast gray sea, hidden beneath thick black clouds, unfolded before them.

"A new place!" Yu Hong’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he hurriedly stood up and rushed to the bow to look ahead.

Crack.

In the distance ahead, streaks of blue lightning burst through the black clouds.

The sound of thunder rolled in, and the sea below surged violently as if the entire world was continually twisting.

The sound of the waves was almost drowning out everything else.

The moist and wild sea breeze hit them head-on, lifting the corners of Yu Hong’s Daoist robe.

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"This time! I will not repeat the past mistakes! I will consolidate all forces at the fastest speed! Those who follow me shall live, and those against me shall die!" His eyes shone with a renewed sense of hope.

At this moment, Ku Chan and Qing Huang also stood up, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement as they watched the sea ahead.

Having learned of the Black Ship’s capabilities, they had been half-doubtful, but now, when everything was laid out before their eyes, both of them were truly moved.

"We can’t let the tragedy happen again!" Ku Chan’s expression turned ferocious as he spoke.

"Sigh..." At this moment, Qing Huang could no longer distinguish who was righteous and who was the villain...

But regardless, a brand new location, according to Yu Hong’s explanation about the Black Ship, also meant an area that was absolutely safe for some time.

At last, they would be able to catch their breath.

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Beep~~~

The alarm clock on the table rang.

Jiang Rong, looking haggard, picked up the alarm clock and turned it off.

She looked at the messy kitchen—dirt everywhere, dishes piled up in the sink unwashed. A foul-smelling soup residue was left in the pot.

The food in the bowls had also dried up and discolored long ago.

Lately, she had been waking up suddenly in the middle of the night, and after waking up, she always felt like there was someone in her wardrobe.

And though she made sure to close the wardrobe doors before bed, they would always be slightly ajar when she woke up at night.

Through the cracks, she could always feel something in the darkness quietly watching her.

This feeling of fear was something she had never encountered since she left home to study in Fista.

She wasn’t afraid when she came to a foreign country to live and study alone. She wasn’t afraid when she worked alone to earn her living and tuition.

She even remained calm and hid in a corner during a robbery and shootout on the streets, still not afraid.

But now...

She felt herself trembling.

She hastily disposed of the spoiled soup and washed the pot.

Returning to her study, Jiang Rong turned on her computer, planning to check whether it was normal for wardrobe doors to open by themselves at night.

At night, cars passed by the window outside, crows cawed from the dry trees, the cold wind howled, seeping in through the cracks of the window, producing eerie sounds.

On her computer screen, in a group she had joined to find answers, recent famous cases from nearby areas kept popping up.

"There was an unexplained fire on Tal Street, I went to have a look, there’s definitely something wrong, the Church people arrived too. But there’s nothing that can be done. The police just keep repeating to people to stay calm, to move houses, and nothing else!" — Clown.

A user named Clown, a young person with a strong interest in paranormal cases, was venting their dissatisfaction with officials and the Church in the group.

"My brother sought help from me many times before he left. I went to the headquarters of the Church in Alisma, hoping to find help, but nobody believed what I said. Now it seems, maybe it’s not that nobody believes, but that nobody dares to believe..." — Old Records.

This older user had always played the role of a comforter in the group. Because of her brother’s death, she became antagonistic towards all things supernatural and claimed to have sworn to find a way to combat strange phenomena.

"I know about the incident on Tal Street; I live nearby and looked through a telescope. That family moved in last month, and in less than half a month, they called the police, asked the Church, and even sought help from Phils. It was useless." — Qing Teng.

Another person chimed in.

"Phils? The paranormal expert who’s been on TV interviews?" — Old Records.

"Yes." — Qing Teng.

"So you’re saying, like us, they sought help from outsiders, and in the end, it was no use, right?" — Milk Chocolate.

Jiang Rong typed a message; her username was Milk Chocolate. She was relatively new to this small group, having joined less than a week ago.

"Yes... In order to find the truth and clarify clues, I’ve almost traveled across several states and more than a dozen countries. I’ve tried all kinds of popular countermeasures, but none worked." — Old Records.

"The priest from the Church hinted to me that the best way is just to leave." — Qing Teng.

"Leave..." As Jiang Rong thought about it, she couldn’t help but turn her head to look at the wardrobe in her bedroom again.

Sure enough, the door was still open with a black crack.

The gap was only as wide as a finger, ominously dark, with no light, and it was directly facing her.

In the dead of night, with silence all around, the only sounds were cars passing by outside.

Jiang Rong looked at that narrow gap, her slight nervousness gradually intensifying.

"I paid a visit to Phils Fista, hoping to find a way to save my brother as he had done before. He told me the only way apart from leaving is no way at all. In actuality, he is merely a gifted individual with a slightly stronger perception than the average person; beyond that, he also has no means to fight against such things." — Qing Teng.

"In fact, the recent case in Yadivilla State makes it clear that the government and the Church can do nothing beyond covering up the news." — Old Record.

"But..." Jiang Rong paused, looking at the reflection on the computer screen, where she could see the wardrobe behind her and the gap that was still clearly visible.

"I don’t know why, but I feel like these incidents have become more frequent in the past two years. Most cases used to be labeled as gas explosions or fires, and everyone would believe it. But now it happens so often that no one can be easily fooled." — Old Record.

"Same here, my colleagues don’t mention it openly, but in private, they’ve all started looking for various kinds of amulets and such." — Qing Teng.

"What about science? Are things like electric shock devices effective for self-defense?" — Milk Chocolate.

Jiang Rong quickly typed her response.

But before she could send it, she suddenly heard a slight noise.

The wardrobe door, behind her back, was slowly sliding open.

There was nobody in the room, she was alone.

Yet the wardrobe door was opening on its own.

Jiang Rong tensed up, seeing through the reflection on the computer screen, the wardrobe door opening by itself, widening bit by bit.

Inside, winter coats and jackets were hanging.

A creeping fear started to spread from the depths of her heart.

Beep beep!

Suddenly, the chat window on the computer flickered and someone sent her a message.

Jiang Rong jolted, her vision blurred for a moment, only to see in the reflection that the wardrobe door was properly closed. It hadn’t opened at all, not even a gap.

Phew!

She took a deep breath, almost as if she had been underwater, and then exhaled.

Rustle.

She stood up abruptly from the computer, glanced at the perfectly intact wardrobe, intending to flee the room.

But just then, looking down from the window, she saw a car parked in front of the empty three-story building opposite.

The car door opened, and several tall figures in black coats got out, looking up at the building.

At that moment, the figure leading the way seemed to notice Jiang Rong watching, turning his head to look her way.

Snap snap.

As Jiang Rong made out the person’s face, she involuntarily stepped back.

The individual’s face was covered with a silver plastic mask, with no features visible, just a pair of eyes, fierce like those of a hawk or a tiger, exerting a daunting oppression.

Jiang Rong quickly turned back, took another look at the undisturbed wardrobe, and then looked again at the figures slowly entering the building opposite.

She faintly felt that behind her, the wardrobe had receded on its own, possibly sensing the approach of those people.

Because since the wardrobe started acting strangely, this was the first time, the first time the doors had closed completely on their own.

No matter how she tried to close it before, it would always be forcibly opened a crack.

"Is it due to these people!?" A guess, tinged with hope and anticipation, rose in Jiang Rong’s mind.

She had been suffering for a long time... If it really was them... then...

She couldn’t hold back any longer, grabbing her coat, throwing it on, and rushing out of the room. She changed her shoes and headed for the building opposite.

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Inside the courtyard of the small building.

Yu Hong surveyed the surrounding environment, nodding his head in satisfaction.

"Act quickly." He looked at Qing Huang beside him.

At times like these, Qing Huang’s abilities were magnified significantly.

His wide-range Hypnosis Technique, unchecked by any Magician, was a massive weapon in ordinary human society.

After landing and arriving in this city named Mana, they had quickly controlled the local fishermen using hypnotism, then learned the local language rapidly from them.

With the translator, it only took ten minutes to build up their vocabulary.

Yu Hong then unilaterally mastered the ability to listen, speak, read, and write, albeit only with the help of the translator, unable to truly grasp it on his own.

But it was sufficient for communication.

"Okay." Qing Huang nodded, looking at the local tycoon who was following them.

"Complete the transfer procedures for this building as soon as possible, and sort out our identities too. As for your family affairs, we will take care of them thoroughly," he directly implanted the thoughts through the Hypnosis Technique.

"Thank you, sir." The tycoon smiled, turned around, and walked out of the courtyard, got into his car, and drove off.

Although he was hypnotized, the reason he could be controlled for so long was due to his own needs.

His wife was seriously ill and chained to the bed, not daring to let her out of the room. Over the years, he had hired all kinds of experts to no avail.

Having encountered Yu Hong and his group on the road, the tycoon, despite being hypnotized, willingly cooperated after witnessing their miraculous abilities, eager to help in any way he could.