Chapter 7: Lure The Tiger Away From The Mountain
A wave of cold supernatural force quickly enveloped the out-of-control taxi.
The taxi’s speed dropped eerily at this moment.
The driver clearly sensed this situation and became excited in his heart.
“Young man! The speed is dropping!”
This was undoubtedly good news, but Lin Qian couldn’t be happy at all at this moment.
He stared intently at the Faceless Person gripping the back seat behind him and unfastened his seatbelt.
“Driver, how far is that place you mentioned!”
“It’s just ahead? What’s wrong?” The driver didn’t look at Lin Qian and asked puzzledly.
“Got it.”
Bang, the bus door was kicked open.
Lin Qian jumped out of the car directly.
Wrapped in supernatural power, he rolled more than ten meters on the highway before stopping.
At the moment he stopped, Lin Qian suddenly looked up. A white mask had covered his face at some unknown time, and a pitch-black eye without pupils eerily emerged from the mask.
Ignoring the extensive abrasions and fractures on his body, under supernatural protection, Lin Qian stood up, vaulted over the highway divider, and jumped straight into the mountain forest beyond the guardrail.
In the car, the driver cursed in shock, completely dumbfounded.
He looked at the speed now dropped to two hundred—this speed to jump out?
Isn’t that suicide?
The driver didn’t notice the Faceless Person in the trunk.
The Faceless Person hadn’t expected Lin Qian to be so decisive.
By the time he reacted and looked back, Lin Qian had already disappeared.
“Decisive kid.”
The Faceless Person glanced at the driver, hesitated for a moment, but still planned to use supernatural power to stop the car.
After all, jumping out at this speed wouldn’t feel good for him either; he didn’t have Ghost Domain.
Soon, the out-of-control taxi came to an eerie halt.
The driver got out without hesitation and hid beyond the guardrail.
Having come back from Ghost Gate once, he was extremely grateful to still be alive at this moment.
He looked at his taxi; both front doors had vanished.
The trunk had also disappeared somewhere.
The front windshield showed signs of cracking.
The two rear doors also showed signs of falling off.
The driver stroked his chin, “The brakes aren’t great; next time I need to get a better one. The overall frame needs fixing too—too fragile.”
“The engine is fine, the tires are racing off-road tires…”
“It actually reached a top speed of four hundred seventy.”
The driver licked his lips; four hundred seventy wasn’t the engine’s limit, but his own limit.
“Still has flaws.”
The driver shook his head, but he soon thought of something, his gaze falling on the passenger seat.
That kid—didn’t he pay?
Suddenly, the driver felt like he’d lost millions and more.
The Faceless Person had already disappeared from inside the bus.
In the mountain forest, Lin Qian ignored his own condition and ran toward the distant wheat field.
The eye on the mask kept rotating, coldness enveloping the mask’s wearer.
Supernatural power was being used.
Soon, Lin Qian was only about a thousand meters from that wheat field.
But suddenly, he stopped abruptly.
Ahead, on the field ridge, two people were standing.
One Faceless Person, one old man with a grim expression.
“Kid, you sure can run.” He Liansheng looked at Lin Qian coldly.
The moment he saw the eerie mask on Lin Qian’s face, his killing intent boiled.
Almost raised a tiger that would harm him.
“If that old senior I summoned hadn’t deliberately held back from catching up to you, you wouldn’t have lived this long.”
Which Republican Era Old Man couldn’t do Ghost Domain Rainbow Transformation?
Yet the other party insisted he couldn’t catch this kid—how was that possible?
The other party simply didn’t want to chase.
No choice, he had to try Ghost Domain Rainbow Transformation himself.
Obviously, he succeeded.
Ghost Domain Rainbow Transformation wasn’t that difficult.
Lin Qian looked at the Faceless Person and He Liansheng.
He knew he was in trouble.
People from Taiping Ancient Town were really cautious.
They didn’t leave even the slightest opportunity.
“Why must you hunt me down to the last? Have I ever offended you?”
A grim voice issued from Lin Qian’s throat.
The pitch-black Ghost Eye on the mask stopped rotating and stared fixedly at the two terrifying Ghost Controllers.
“A thousand-mile dam is destroyed by an ant hole.” He Liansheng answered coldly.
From the moment this kid appeared in Taiping Ancient Town, he was doomed to die.
Not to mention this kid had controlled the Ghost Performer’s mask.
Even more reason he couldn’t be spared.
The other’s family died because of them, and now the other had become a Ghost Controller.
Who knew if he might bring disaster to Taiping Ancient Town in the future?
Even if the chance was low, they wouldn’t gamble on it.
They’d been cautious their whole lives; they couldn’t stumble because of this one time.
He Liansheng’s answer sent a chill through Lin Qian’s heart.
Cutting the grass at the roots.
The other side really didn’t care about face anymore.
“Chasing me down so openly like this—you’re not afraid?”
Lin Qian adjusted his breathing; the two opponents had already triggered his killing pattern.
As long as he wanted, he could attack them at any time.
But he would die even faster.
How to break the situation?
He’d been thinking about this since the moment he was caught up.
He had controlled one ghost, sure, but these two in front of him were at least two ghosts each at minimum.
Not to mention He Liansheng could do Soul Summoning.
Summon an Old Antique, one glare and he’d be dead.
Fighting was impossible, outsmarting them wasn’t either.
Thinking carefully, no method worked.
Was he really supposed to die here?
“Afraid? Afraid of what?”
He Liansheng asked somewhat puzzled.
He didn’t know what there was to fear.
Suddenly, he thought of something, “Could it be that ghost in the rice paddy behind?”
He Liansheng glanced back at the withered yellow rice paddy.
There was indeed a ghost inside, but it wasn’t in revival state yet.
But it was close.
As long as a few more people died inside, the ghost within would fully revive.
Lin Qian remained silent.
But the coldness on his body grew deeper.
Seeing Lin Qian not speak, He Liansheng narrowed his eyes and smiled, “Kid, you’re smart, but still too green.”
“Is that so?”
Hearing this, Lin Qian suddenly smiled.
White mask, black eye.
Terrifying supernatural power descended abruptly.
He Liansheng was slightly stunned, soon sensing something extra inside his body, trying to burrow deeper within.
The Faceless Person stood up, suddenly enveloped in a layer of gray dimness.
The surrounding grass and trees rustled and then rapidly withered.
“Courting death!”
He Liansheng snorted coldly, supernatural power erupted, directly suppressing and dissipating the supernatural inside his body.
If this kid had controlled the complete Ghost Performer, he’d have to wait for the thing inside to emerge before suppressing it.
It was a curse.
But the Faceless Person specialized in this type of curse.
That was why he’d brought the Faceless Person along.
Precisely to guard against the other controlling the Ghost Performer.
Now it seemed he was right.
“Kid, time to die!”
Terrifying supernatural power suddenly emanated from He Liansheng.
Immediately after, Lin Qian let out a pained wail, his entire body rapidly turning gray and withered.
Lin Qian had no room to struggle and fell straight to the ground.
“Dead?” He Liansheng frowned.
The Faceless Person nodded, “Indeed dead, supernatural suppression.”
“The mask he controlled has very low terror level.”
Words appeared on the Faceless Person’s head saying.
From the other’s attack just now, their fierce ghost was very weak, not as terrifying as theirs.
Besides, even if he’d controlled the complete Ghost Performer, they had ways to kill him.
Dead was good.
He Liansheng instantly appeared in front of Lin Qian’s corpse, reaching straight for the mask.
With this mask, they could find the escaped Ghost Performer and detain it again.
This mask could also be used for Soul Summoning.
These things were all left for He Yin’er in the future.
They wouldn’t let anything belonging to He Yin’er be taken out of Taiping Ancient Town.
But at this moment, He Liansheng’s face turned grim instantly.
A wave of coldness appeared, and the mask eerily vanished.
The Faceless Person jerked his head up.
……
On the highway, the blood-soaked Lin Qian got into that taxi.
The taxi could still activate, roaring to life as it sped off into the distance.
By the roadside, a middle-aged man with his belly torn open in a huge gash lay in a pool of blood, his expression one of agonized despair.
