Chapter 29: Where’s The Doctor? Save Him!
Thick fog enveloped the area, a corpse lying quietly on the highway.
But moments later.
The corpse twitched strangely again.
Feng Quan reminded, “Xiao Fan is dead, the fierce ghost inside him is about to start resurgence, but with my cover, it shouldn’t discover us.”
As soon as the words were spoken, thick mist concealed the figures of the two.
Feng Quan’s voice carried some pride, “With this layer of cover, we just need to find a bag to put the ghost in.”
But the corpse’s grayish, lifeless eyeballs suddenly moved, its eerie gaze scanning around before slowly locking onto an open space.
That was exactly where Zhang Qian and Feng Quan were hiding.
“Your ghost mist… it’s really not a joke?” Zhang Qian was somewhat speechless. He thought it was something powerful, but it turned out to be this?
“Cough cough.” Feng Quan said somewhat awkwardly, “After all, it’s now a resurgent fierce ghost. It’s understandable that it can see through my non-resurgent ghost mist.”
“Kaka kaka—”
The corpse’s left hand propped against the ground in a twisted pose, the business card ghost’s supernatural power surging as it began to confront the ghost mist’s corrosion.
Its illusory limbs flickered on and off, liable to recongeal at any moment.
Feng Quan asked, “We still don’t know its killing pattern. What do you plan to do? Imprison it directly with gold?”
Zhang Qian stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, “Such a large corpse material is troublesome to collect. It’s best to remove the impurities and keep only the fierce ghost part.”
Moreover, gnawing on a corpse always felt a bit awkward.
Feng Quan said directly, “Just tell me what you need me to do.”
“Can’t your ghost mist devour people? I want you to devour its human part.”
A resurgent fierce ghost would still occupy the ghost controller’s corpse to move, but that corpse wasn’t the fierce ghost’s true body—just a puppet controlled by the fierce ghost at most.
Although this kind of corpse was more advanced than ordinary ghost slaves, it still held no use for Zhang Qian.
Feng Quan sensed it and said somewhat troubled, “Ghost mist can indeed assimilate ordinary people, but Xiao Fan’s corpse is already occupied by the fierce ghost’s power. Ghost mist can’t win the tug-of-war against it.”
“Don’t you have external aid? Put me next to it. I want to exorcise it.” Zhang Qian took out his equipment, somewhat eager.
“Alright.” The gray mist flowed slowly, and Feng Quan reminded again, “Be careful. I know you’re strong, but we haven’t been attacked by it after all, so we don’t know its terror intensity.”
“Don’t worry, it’s all about playing it safe.” Zhang Qian waved his hand, “Hurry up. Finish work early and go home early.”
The gray mist gathered, and Zhang Qian’s figure appeared beside the fierce ghost.
The corpse staggered to its feet, its eerie gaze staring straight at Zhang Qian, but it made no other moves.
Zhang Qian stayed alert for a moment, still not attacked.
He thought to himself, looks like breathing and gaze aren’t the killing pattern.
Then let’s test how the new equipment feels.
Zhang Qian fitted a pair of golden finger tigers onto himself, hazy gray light surging from his fists to buff the finger tigers.
Currently, his true qi could already extend outside his body to envelop certain items.
But most materials would decay under the true qi’s corrosion—only gold remained sturdy.
After several experiments, Zhang Qian had someone craft a set of weapons for him, and the finger tigers were one of them.
“Bang—”
A fierce right hook swung out, smashing hard into the corpse’s ashen cheek.
The fierce ghost flew back from the blow, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.
It slowly raised its head, several fallen teeth leaking from the hole in its face, bloodstains all over its body making it look extremely disheveled.
However, the fierce ghost indifferently straightened up, its expression unchanged.
So actions can be ruled out too…
After ruling out the easiest-to-trigger patterns, Zhang Qian’s movements grew bolder.
Ruthless iron fists smashed into the fierce ghost, true qi entering Xiao Fan’s corpse to begin suppressing the fierce ghost’s resurgence.
At the same time, the thick mist converged on the fierce ghost, and the corpse’s nearly formed limbs became illusory again.
Strands of mist drilled out from the corpse, turning into nutrients to strengthen the ghost mist.
Zhang Qian breathed in the surrounding mist, feeling the enhanced chill and feeling somewhat surprised.
It grew this much stronger just from devouring one person. Ghost mist actually has such terrifying growth potential. Looks like I can’t call Feng Quan a weakling anymore.
Of course, surprise aside, his hands didn’t stop—fists rained down on the fierce ghost, clearing paths for the ghost mist to invade.
Luckily, these were specially crafted weapons with a layer of special steel added inside the gold to increase intensity; otherwise, pure gold’s hardness couldn’t withstand such high-intensity use.
Under Zhang Qian and Feng Quan’s combo, the corpse was fully assimilated by the ghost mist in no time, leaving only a black card on the ground.
The card had no pattern—utterly ordinary, showing no sign it came from the fierce ghost.
Feng Quan, hiding in the shadows, controlled the ghost mist to surge forward again, but the card was unaffected while the ghost mist touching it dissipated in large patches.
Feng Quan’s face turned ghastly pale. He quickly warned, “Don’t touch that thing. It’s the fierce ghost’s true body—touching it triggers an attack.”
With that, the ghost mist grew restless, scaring him into quickly withdrawing the fierce ghost’s power.
The chilling gray mist drifting on the highway slowly contracted, leaving only a faint haze.
Two figures suddenly appeared on the empty highway, startling the tense Zhang Han.
Only after seeing it was Zhang Qian and Feng Quan did Zhang Han relax. He asked nervously, “Is it settled? I thought I could contribute too.”
Truth be told, he was a bit panicked when he received Zhang Qian’s invitation to hunt a ghost controller.
After all, he had just entered the supernatural circle not long ago, and the ghost controllers he’d met left deep impressions.
There were oddities like Xu Shaowen with foresight, old monsters like Li Qingfeng who lingered in death for decades without dying, and even Xun Can who commanded a hundred ghosts alone to build a supernatural land.
Oh, and the seemingly timid Feng Quan.
Zhang Qian took the gold box from inside the car and comforted, “This guy was pretty weak. You could probably solo him.”
Zhang Han said delightedly, “Doesn’t that mean I’m stronger than Feng Quan? His face looks pretty bad—like he got injured even in a two-on-one.”
Far from just a bad face—if Zhang Han weren’t here, Feng Quan would want to lie on the ground like a corpse.
He felt the ghost mist inside him stirring, probably not long before it turned him into a little mist person again like that day.
“Heh heh, you don’t get it now. Hope your mouth stays this tough later.”
The taste of supernatural clash was known only to those who’d experienced it—that feeling of resurgence progress jumping ahead wasn’t pleasant.
While Feng Quan and Zhang Han bickered, Zhang Qian had already put the card into the gold.
He walked over, looking at Feng Quan with concern, “How are you feeling now? How much longer can you hold out?”
“Not bad. Didn’t expect you to care about people.” Feng Quan said, somewhat touched.
“Not really.” Zhang Qian pointed to the gold suitcase in the trunk, “After your little performance just now, I realized ghost mist is pretty powerful, so I’m considering whether to stuff you into gold before you resurge.”
“……Hurry up and heal me. I think I can still be saved.”
