Chapter 131: Drive Away The Tiger Only To Swallow The Wolf
The aisle’s environment is very simple, with only a straight corridor and corresponding doorways on both sides.
Now the Water Ghost is closing in step by step from behind, all the surrounding doorways are locked, none of the items on him are usable, and the only hope lies in those things in the darkness.
Zhang Qian stared intently at the distant aisle, trying to see clearly the existence lurking in the darkness.
Under the beam of light formed by the flashlight’s focus, a foot emerged from the darkness, like an actor walking out from behind a black curtain, stepping onto the floor unhurriedly.
It was a leg wearing black suit pants, with a pair of brown leather shoes on the foot. It was clear that the owner of this leg was dressed quite formally.
Fortunately, at least it didn’t look as deformed as those two ghosts just now. Maybe it really is human…
Harboring hope, Zhang Qian quickened his pace away from the Water Ghost, rushing toward that foot at the end of the corridor.
The darkness receded with his footsteps, and the thing inside gradually revealed itself.
The first thing to appear in the spotlight was a human face. It was a foreign man’s face, with a high nose bridge and golden short hair—not handsome, but upright enough in appearance.
Although the man had a cold expression and seemed unconcerned about Zhang Qian and the Water Ghost charging toward him, he didn’t seem related to any Fierce Ghost.
The man’s torso and limbs then emerged from the darkness, perfectly proportioned, with no visible terrifying wounds on his body.
Ignoring the somewhat worn black suit on him, he looked no different from a gentleman about to attend a banquet.
But this place had clearly existed for many years, so it was reasonable that the man, trapped here, couldn’t find other clothes.
So… he really encountered a living person?
Zhang Qian felt a bit surprised; he didn’t expect his luck to be this good.
“Still don’t know if he’s friend or foe, can’t let my guard down yet. But no matter how bad, he can’t be more dangerous than the Water Ghost behind me, right.”
Unless it’s a legendary cultivator, how dangerous could a living human be compared to a Fierce Ghost?
If worst comes to worst, he still had his gun.
Although the handgun isn’t great against ghosts, Zhang Qian knew that when it hits a person, they absolutely won’t just cry out in pain.
Normally, a Desert Eagle to the torso is enough to be fatal with one shot; to the head, it’s as simple as blowing up a watermelon.
“In this dangerous environment, one more person means a bit more strength. Hopefully the other side is a normal person, not one of those reflex arc personalities who like infighting.”
While preparing for the worst, Zhang Qian still harbored considerable hope in his heart.
Encountering a living person in this eerie and terrifying place was like a long drought met with sweet rain; many problems could be solved easily.
Blindly hiding wouldn’t let him escape Fierce Ghost attacks every time. He believed that people living on the Ghost Ship must have ways to escape, or even fight Fierce Ghosts.
“First shake off the tail behind me, then ask for some intel on the Ghost Ship. But since he hasn’t left, getting off the ship isn’t easy either. If all else fails, just ask about the captain’s position and try sending a letter.”
He glanced back.
The black liquid around the Water Ghost was continuously accumulating, and its movement speed was also increasing accordingly.
Once it fully recovers, Zhang Qian won’t be able to outrun it.
There was still some distance between it and them, enough for Zhang Qian to reach the man in a suit’s side.
No.
Zhang Qian’s footsteps suddenly halted.
The man in a suit had fully emerged from the darkness, but the footsteps just now didn’t sound like they came from one person—at least four or five people.
Now there was no more movement from the depths of the corridor; the only thing moving was the slow-acting man.
Where were the others? It couldn’t be that he misheard, right?
Because of rumors like encountering Fierce Ghosts that can’t speak, Zhang Qian didn’t rashly ask questions, choosing a safer method instead.
The flashlight’s light shifted slightly upward, its beam brighter than a truck’s headlights shining straight onto the man’s face.
Earlier, to avoid unnecessary conflict, Zhang Qian had shifted the flashlight away after confirming the man was human; now the situation had changed, and safety was clearly more important than politeness.
The beam concentrated again, like a cylindrical laser.
Zhang Qian couldn’t help but squint his eyes; under the strong light, the other side was just a blurry figure, details completely unclear.
He was like this, so the person facing the strong light head-on would undoubtedly be worse off.
But that figure in the suit seemed to feel nothing, still walking at an unhurried pace, showing no displeasure.
“Trouble…”
Unless blind, anyone facing this would definitely get angry, at least tell Zhang Qian to stop.
This guy’s lack of reaction could only mean he wasn’t a living person at all.
“Thinking about it, he gave me a suppressing feeling from the start; I was just too excited and subconsciously ignored that feeling.”
“Crashing head-on would be big trouble, but there’s still a chance to remedy it now.”
Zhang Qian silently lowered the flashlight’s brightness to avoid it affecting his line of sight.
Unlike the Water Ghost’s airtight blockade of the corridor, this humanoid Fierce Ghost’s occupied space was limited.
It was now walking right in the center of the aisle, leaving large gaps on both sides. And this thing had no intention of moving sideways, so he just needed to hug the wall to temporarily pass it by.
“This plan is a bit naive, actually expecting the Fierce Ghost to cooperate with my actions…” Zhang Qian smiled mockingly to himself.
“But being attacked isn’t a big deal; the candle still has some time before it’s used up, should withstand a few attacks. With those few chances, even if it’s a charge, he must charge through.”
Looking at the Fierce Ghosts flanking him from front and back, Zhang Qian gently turned off the flashlight and put the phone back in his pocket.
The corridor’s lights were dim, but enough for a rough observation of the surroundings.
Compared to experimenting, he now needed some means of self-protection more.
Left hand held the candle, right hand—Zhang Qian chose to grip the handgun.
“Golden phone, golden handgun, gold bullets… even the lighter is golden. I don’t believe my taste is that tacky; using gold must be to use it against these Fierce Ghosts.”
“Those two shots earlier were the Water Ghost’s good luck; this time at close range, it can’t possibly miss, right.”
Adjusting his breathing, Zhang Qian’s eyes sharpened as he began adjusting his speed.
Can’t go too fast, or he might get entangled by the Suit Ghost with no way to escape.
Can’t go too slow either, or the Water Ghost behind won’t let go of this free meal.
Zhang Qian wanted the two ghosts to crash head-on, ensuring that the moment he passed the Suit Ghost, the Water Ghost would immediately collide head-on.
Only when the two Fierce Ghosts were caught in fighting each other with no attention to spare would he have a chance to safely escape.
