Chapter 81: An Unexpected Outcome
Wang Cha Ling did not know the situation outside. He waited for a moment but still did not receive Zhang Qian’s response.
Still observing in secret, wanting to see my trump card?
He guessed Zhang Qian’s intention but was unwilling to wait any longer.
Compared to the possible probing, he was more concerned whether his own reliance was still on him.
But Wang Cha Ling still did not dare to make too big a move, as it might alert Zhang Qian and lead to him being executed on the spot.
He was just an ordinary person, unable to withstand supernatural torment.
Glancing at the dark calm darkness, Wang Cha Ling casually reached his hand into his pocket.
Zhang Qian’s spirit lifted, instantly guessing that Wang Cha Ling might not be a Ghost Controller at all.
His confidence in being so arrogant did not come from controlling a very strong Fierce Ghost, but from possessing a very strong Supernatural Item.
No wonder there was no Fierce Ghost Revival, no wonder he did not look like a Ghost Controller…
Answers to many problems instantly surfaced, but Zhang Qian hesitated for a moment.
The Illusion only cut off vision; if Wang Cha Ling touched the Supernatural Item, he might launch a counterattack.
Strike first to gain the upper hand; even if he did not kill him, at least he had to cripple his ability to resist.
“Click.”
After a crisp mechanical sound, the Golden Desert Eagle was directly chambered.
Zhang Qian worried this was a trap and did not plan to directly attack Wang Cha Ling.
The Gold Bullet was a good probe; no matter what Wang Cha Ling’s ability was, it would not reflect back onto himself through the gold.
“Damn it, Zhang Qian, calm down a bit.”
Xu Zheng was greatly startled and lowered his voice to dissuade, “No matter how excessive Wang Cha Ling is, he is the Person in Charge of Headquarters. If you kill him today, you are slapping Headquarters in the face. Let’s endure it first, report the situation upward, and Headquarters will help us stand up.”
“Makes sense… so I did not plan to kill him.” Zhang Qian slightly turned the gun muzzle, aiming at Wang Cha Ling’s right hand, “But if it misses, do not blame me.”
Without hesitation, Zhang Qian pulled the trigger.
“Bang!”
The gun muzzle spat out a tongue of fire, the pure gold bullet shot out, tearing through the air, speeding toward Wang Cha Ling.
Two ashen-faced, grim-looking middle-aged people suddenly appeared in front of Wang Cha Ling, blocking this attack for him.
They were one male and one female, their hands tightly clasped together, like a couple wanting to protect their child.
“As expected, it is not that simple.”
Zhang Qian was not surprised; the real-world gunshot was just a probe, the real killing move was still inside the Black Smoke space.
“What…”
Wang Cha Ling was startled by the sudden gunshot, and before he could react, the Black Smoke in front of him suddenly surged.
In the blink of an eye, a ferocious Fierce Ghost Mask emerged from the darkness.
Before Wang Cha Ling could look closely, the Certain Death Curse instantly erupted.
The attack in the Illusion reflected to reality, and Wang Cha Ling suddenly stiffened all over, blood gushing from all seven orifices.
“Thud——”
His body fell to the floor like an uncontrolled puppet, staining the smooth floor with a patch of blood.
Even so, Wang Cha Ling did not move.
It seemed he was really dead.
“You…” Xu Zheng involuntarily stepped back but glimpsed the corpse still bleeding.
He reacted quickly and immediately changed his tune: “Wang Cha Ling really got what he deserved, daring to defy Headquarters’ orders and even actively attack us. Good thing Zhang Qian your strength is extraordinary, otherwise we would have been in danger this time.”
Xu Zheng acted very sincerely; Wang Cha Ling died, so be it, as long as he himself did not die.
Zhang Qian ignored Xu Zheng clowning around on the side and looked at Wang Cha Ling’s corpse, feeling somewhat uneasy in his heart.
Because those two eerie figures did not dissipate with Wang Cha Ling’s fall, nor did they make any extra movements, as if unaware of Wang Cha Ling’s death.
And in Wang Cha Ling’s pocket, an old photo was undergoing some eerie change.
It was a black-and-white group photo, with a Republic of China Era building in the background, a blurry “Wang” character visible on the plaque.
A slightly hunched old man and old woman stood at the door, expressionlessly looking toward the nonexistent photographer.
Wang Cha Ling, full of color, stood in the corner, standing out starkly in this black-and-white world, like an Anomaly.
But at this moment his state was not good, eyes tightly closed, blood seeping from his five facial features, even the color on his body slowly fading.
Suddenly, the expressionless old man on the photo moved slightly, casting a eerie line of sight toward Wang Cha Ling in the corner, as if noticing something abnormal.
The hunched figure instantly vanished from the photo.
At the same time, a terrifying old man suddenly appeared behind Wang Cha Ling’s corpse.
The old man was full of wrinkles, surrounded by visible deathly aura, and just by appearing, the surrounding lights dimmed.
It seemed like big trouble had been stirred up…
Zhang Qian’s body involuntarily tensed, that familiar sense of crisis reminding him that the old man before him was absolutely not simple.
How was it like those sects, beat the young one and the old one comes out.
He inwardly complained bitterly, already gripping the Ghost Candle, prepared to run.
Xu Zheng was also having difficulty breathing at this moment, not even daring to breathe.
The Fierce Ghost behind him shrank into a ball under his control, afraid of accidentally attracting this strange old man’s attention.
Under the two’s vigilant gazes, the old man made a new action.
It extended its right hand, hovering slightly mid-air.
Although there was nothing there, Zhang Qian felt a vague disk under the enhancement of True Qi.
That feeling was like a clock?
“Click——”
A crisp sound came from somewhere unknown.
A withered old hand pressed against the clock’s hands, forcibly stopping this mysterious clock from moving.
In this instant, the world seemed to fall into stagnation.
Not only that, the hands even began to move backward under the old man’s brute force, an inexplicable fluctuation suddenly enveloping the nearby space.
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock…”
Time on the clock flowed backward, correspondingly, things in the real world actually began to reverse.
Xu Zheng uncontrollably stepped forward, Zhang Qian inexplicably let go of the hand holding the Ghost Candle, Wang Cha Ling’s fallen corpse stood up with eerie movements…
Zhang Qian’s thinking was not affected, but he could only watch this unbelievable scene happen helplessly.
Time was actually flowing backward!?
Not just reality, even Zhang Qian in the Illusion was affected by this mysterious power.
He could even feel the attack he launched receding.
Soon, the blood overflowing from Wang Cha Ling’s mouth and nose flowed back along the traces.
The old man’s actions stopped there, his figure gradually blurring, finally completely vanishing.
“What is going on?”
Wang Cha Ling was startled by the sudden gunshot and looked around in confusion.
