Chapter 54: Ink Ghost Face
“Click.”
The desk lamp lit up, and the glowing white light illuminated the dark safe house.
The room was somewhat empty, with the only furniture being the folding table in the center of the room.
Some gold utensils were piled in the corner of the room, among which several red containers stood out particularly.
Inside them were all the fierce ghosts in Zhang Qian’s hands, soon to be transformed into food for his enhancement.
But before that, some processing was still needed, namely refining them into pills.
“If only I could just eat them directly, but unfortunately doing so would probably lead to indigestion.” Zhang Qian felt a bit regretful.
The outcome of swallowing fierce ghosts alive shouldn’t be too good, just like no one in the classics would eat medicinal herbs raw.
Eating medicinal herbs directly would at most lead to poisoning and death, but swallowing fierce ghosts alive could result in being controlled by the fierce ghost instead, becoming an existence like a ghost slave.
Even if not controlled, it would be equivalent to having a fierce ghost continuously attacking inside the body, which would feel refreshingly sour just thinking about it.
“With the post office’s letter as a guarantee, it shouldn’t flip the car, right?”
For him, that unused letter was the biggest trump card, especially after witnessing a bit of Luo Wensong’s might, this letter from the ghost post office seemed even more high-end.
However, there was only one letter, so Zhang Qian planned to try Wang Xiaoming’s new invention first.
A golden candlestick was taken out by Zhang Qian and steadily placed on the tabletop.
Then he took out a blood-red candle and gently inserted it into the candlestick.
Under the light’s illumination, the ghost candle appeared crystal clear, sparkling like a gem.
“Wang Xiaoming’s two ghost candles came quite timely, otherwise I wouldn’t dare to release these fierce ghosts casually.”
After seeing so many terrifying ghost controllers and fierce ghosts, Zhang Qian also knew that the supernatural in this world weren’t all trash like ghost hand.
To the extent that up to now, he hadn’t opened the gold box to explore the fierce ghost’s supernatural power.
Especially the shy ghost given by Wang Xiaoming, which was said to kill on sight, sounding overly terrifying.
He didn’t dare to bet if his true qi could withstand the attack.
“Let’s first test the effect of the ghost candle…”
Zhang Qian walked to the corner and reached out to pick up a box.
But before touching the box, his hand paused, and instead he picked up a small box.
Better to start with a regular ghost.
The gold box landed on the tabletop, with scarlet paint covering its exterior, indicating a fierce ghost imprisoned inside.
Click, the lock unlatched, and wisps of bluish-black smoke drilled out from the box’s seams.
Icy cold air permeated, the desk lamp began to flicker, black smoke flowed along the tabletop to the floor, quickly accumulating a thin layer.
“The ghosts in the tattoo parlor all seem to be this color; one or two could be coincidence, but Xun Can there had hundreds, not sure if deliberately collected or if he already had the ability to modify or even create fierce ghosts.”
The familiar color triggered Zhang Qian’s memories, involuntarily thinking of that very stylish man.
Xun Can, who commanded a hundred ghosts, was probably a top boss even in the Republic of China era.
He managed to survive from the Republic of China era to modern times; once the tattoo parlor resurges, in this era where even two ghosts ghost controllers can’t be found, he would likely become the sole hegemon.
At that time, whether he wanted to destroy or save the world, no one could stop his steps.
“Unfortunately, Xun Can didn’t account for Luo Wensong’s existence; not only is his strength stronger, but he’s also been guarding against him. He just started showing resurgence symptoms, and the post office immediately issued the mission—no way it’s such a coincidence.”
But overall, the tattoo parlor still has many big shots: countless Republic of China era ghost controllers, the darkness that devours ghost controllers, the mysterious tattoo master…
But not including the fierce ghost in this box.
After inwardly despising ghost face for a bit, Zhang Qian no longer delayed, lifted the lid, and took out a phantom of a mask.
The semi-transparent mask seemed condensed from ink, with the fierce ghost’s image of a green face and fangs vivid and lifelike.
But it only looked terrifying; its supernatural power was firmly suppressed by the true qi in Zhang Qian’s body, showing no signs of resurgence.
“That front desk was instantly killed by me back then; wonder what this ghost’s ability is?”
Zhang Qian curiously loosened his hand, placing the mask flat on the tabletop.
Losing suppression, the black smoke that had just dissipated overflowed again, like dry ice exposed to the air, endlessly.
“Besides being a bit cold, there’s no other feeling. This ghost won’t be used as an air conditioner, right?”
The front desk was for greeting guests; pairing it with an air conditioner seemed reasonable…
However, the bluish-black smoke didn’t stop due to his random thoughts; instead, it surged even faster.
The desk lamp had long gone out; Zhang Qian glanced at the smoke filling most of the room and secretly prepared for the attack.
He didn’t believe there was such a kind and harmless ghost; the only possibility was that the ghost’s attack required this smoke as a prerequisite condition.
Sure enough, the instant the smoke filled the room.
Zhang Qian’s vision blurred, and he suddenly found himself back in the tattoo parlor’s hall.
All around was endless smoke, too far to see; even with true qi’s enhancement, he could only see darkness.
He wavered for an instant, then reacted.
“Teleportation? No, I’m in the safe house; unless ghost face can break the golden rule, it can’t pull me out.”
Such a terrifying fierce ghost might exist, but definitely not on this little gatekeeper ghost.
“So it’s an illusion again?”
Zhang Qian was familiar with this ability; it was a skill very suitable for ambushing people, and Li Yan had tricked him with it before.
Realizing his vision was interfered with, he simply closed his eyes and probed forward with his hand.
His palm pressed down, indeed touching an icy cold flat surface.
“I remember it’s around here…”
After groping for a moment, an icy cold thing was grabbed by Zhang Qian.
True qi’s suppression took effect, Zhang Qian’s line of sight slowly returned to normal, the vast hall changed back to the cramped room.
Ghost face lay quietly in Zhang Qian’s hand, without any intention of resistance.
“Pretty average ability… big wind-up aside, it has no attack power at all, and only affects vision, completely inferior to the fierce ghost controlled by Li Yan.”
Back then, the smoke ghost directly pulled Zhang Qian’s consciousness into the illusion, leaving his body completely undefended.
“Whatever, weaker is fine too; at least no fear of flipping the car.”
Suppression was released again, and ghost face honestly began to resurge.
Zhang Qian held the ghost candle in his left hand, lighter already pinched in his right.
The surroundings changed back to the hall; he was about to light the ghost candle when he noticed something extra in the darkness.
Seemed like a… face?
“Supernatural attack starting now?”
Ghost face floated closer in the air; Zhang Qian didn’t hesitate and directly pressed the lighter.
“Click—”
An invisible flame ignited; he slightly tilted the ghost candle in his hand, letting the flame light the wick.
A burst of orange-yellow light bloomed, breaking through the darkness to envelop Zhang Qian’s side.
In merely an instant, the black smoke vanished without a trace, the ghost face in the air also disappeared, leaving only the ink fierce ghost lying dead on the tabletop.
