Chapter 261: Scavenging
Yue Linhai looked at Zhang Qian strangely, “No, you’re not even human, why are you feeling sentimental here?”
Sometimes he really couldn’t figure out what was going on with Zhang Qian. Clearly both were conscious fierce ghosts, but the captain had no extra emotions, while this Zhang Qian seemed to always have quite rich emotions.
No, that’s not right. Yue Linhai still remembered the icy cold feeling on Zhang Qian when they met at the old house. The Zhang Qian back then definitely had some problem.
It was just after a friendly exchange with that old man, and those problems on Zhang Qian seemed to disappear.
He had never seen that old thing heal and save people before?
Zhang Qian didn’t know that Yue Linhai had long stopped seeing him as human, and he was still feeling troubled about future matters.
In his view, his own strength was really too weak.
Those Republic of China Era big shots, any one picked at random could easily crush all the young generation ghost controllers including him. And above those Republic of China Era big shots, there were even more top figures whose number was unknown, who could crush those big shots together.
It was such a massive strength, and combined, destroying the world would probably be effortless, yet they were helpless against the supernatural.
A single fierce ghost definitely couldn’t do anything to them, but with the resurgence of the supernatural and the appearance of fierce ghosts, even the people of that era seemed unable to stop it.
In that case, was there still any possibility of solving the supernatural?
Looking at Yue Linhai’s back, Zhang Qian suddenly thought of the existence comparable to a god that he learned about at the old house back then.
Just wanting to recite the name would trigger a warning; such strength couldn’t be called weak. However, even with His existence, hadn’t the supernatural been appearing all along?
“Tsk…”
Zhang Qian gently shook his head and cast these thoughts aside.
Whatever, thinking about this now is too early. He’s just a small fry, so he shouldn’t think about saving the world yet.
Better to think about how to improve his strength, how to survive in this chaotic world, and how to protect the people who need protection…
Thinking of this, Zhang Qian glanced at the thread pointing to who knows where and asked, “Not there yet? Can your dad hold on over there?”
“Even if he can’t hold on, he has to…” Yue Linhai’s tone suddenly changed, “Found it.”
Zhang Qian quickly walked up to him and saw that on the bookshelf after this corner was clearly the end point linked by the thin thread.
It seemed they had arrived at the destination. The thread in mid-air flickered a few times, then turned into black smoke and dissipated.
But the thing on the bookshelf wasn’t affected. That grayish-white book was probably the target Zhang Qian was looking for.
Yue Linhai was about to casually toss away the administrator notebook in his hand when Zhang Qian stopped him first, “Wait, I’m quite interested in that supernatural that can curse kill others. If you don’t want it, give it to me.”
“You want this too?” Yue Linhai raised an eyebrow, about to say something when his gaze suddenly shifted and he fell silent.
No reason other than Zhang Qian’s current outfit really looking like a scavenger.
An unknown dark blue long gown was casually draped over him like a cape. Under the long gown was ragged clothing with a big hole, and around his waist was some creature’s spine casually looped twice as a belt.
His hands were even worse; he didn’t even have a proper weapon and had to treasure a stool leg.
Seeing Yue Linhai’s odd expression, Zhang Qian raised his brow, “I feel like you’re thinking something rude.”
“Cough cough, nothing.”
Yue Linhai casually handed over the notebook as if nothing happened and reminded him, “What I said before still holds. That old man has plenty of good stuff; remember to pick something handy to take.”
Too miserable. Yue Linhai had never seen a ghost controller this down and out.
Zhang Qian’s strength was decent enough, so why did he look like a beggar?
“Don’t worry, I definitely won’t forget.” Zhang Qian agreed, then happily took the notebook.
Although this fierce ghost’s supernatural strength was a bit weak, that special effect was indeed tempting. It would be quite convenient for finding people or things in the future.
Of course, provided their lives were tough enough.
No, the supernatural just now came from the pen…
Zhang Qian shook the notebook in his hand and confirmed with Yue Linhai, “No problem with me taking this notebook, right? Don’t have a few administrators crawl out while I’m sleeping; I can’t handle that.”
“Don’t worry, as long as you don’t return to the ghost ship or put it back on the bookshelf, nothing will happen.” Yue Linhai guaranteed.
“The notebook must be on the bookshelf, borrowing the ghost ship’s power to launch that incessant attack. Without the ghost ship, it’s just a slightly icy cold notebook.”
“That’s good.”
Hearing this, Zhang Qian finally relaxed, put the notebook into his fourth-dimensional pocket, and stored it away.
Good thing he prepared early and picked the clothes with the most and biggest pockets; otherwise, he really couldn’t fit so many things.
Yue Linhai ignored Zhang Qian sorting his junk behind him and first walked to the bookshelf and stood still.
After waiting a moment, he turned his head and asked, “Need some prep time? Or can we head out now?”
“You’re really not afraid at all?” Zhang Qian quickly walked over and examined the grayish-white book in front of him.
No book title on the spine, no info to glean, but this color looked somewhat familiar, a bit like the paint color on the aisle above, just not rusted as badly.
“That’s the captain. I still remember the scene when he was imprisoned back then. With that kind of strength, probably no one facing him wouldn’t be afraid.”
Yue Linhai shrugged, “But unfortunately, I don’t need to touch him. Once I send you over, my duty is done. Worst case, I just run.”
“As for you, do you need to prepare?”
“Forget it, we’ve come this far; no point being cowardly now.” Zhang Qian rejected Yue Linhai’s suggestion, just giving him a distrustful look,
“Besides, this operation doesn’t depend much on me; it mainly depends on whether your dad delivers. Don’t pull another pants-wetting flop like this time.”
“I can struggle a bit in this library, but in front of the captain, I have no ability to struggle.”
If it really came to blows, the time Zhang Qian could survive would probably be about the time Yue Linhai could control the captain.
As for his own supernatural power, it would likely be useless in front of an existence like the captain.
Stared at by this gaze, Yue Linhai felt a bit uneasy and could only cough twice to cover his embarrassment, “Cough cough, rest assured for now. That old man should be fairly reliable; these two times were pure accidents.”
