Chapter 19: Matters Here Concluded
“Luo Wensong, fuck your ancestors!” Xun Can roared hoarsely, suddenly realizing something. “How did you do it? You shouldn’t be able to leave the Ghost Post Office.”
“Hehe, does what you think have to be true?” The old man in the black long gown pushed open a wooden door and calmly walked into the depths of the Tattoo Parlor. “Long time no see, Gou Dan.”
“It really is you, you bastard! I…” Xun Can’s voice gradually lowered. Upon actually seeing Luo Wensong, he felt a bit cowardly instead.
He had known Luo Wensong since his youth. They had fought for a lifetime without him ever winning, let alone now when he had not yet Resurgence and his strength was far inferior to back then.
Of course, in Xun Can’s eyes, they were sworn enemies, but in Luo Wensong’s eyes, Xun Can was just one of his many little fans.
“Dong, dong dong.”
The knocking sound continued to echo inside the Tattoo Parlor, leaving a trail of devastation wherever it passed. Both the portraits and the walls crumbled under the sound.
One black wooden door after another appeared out of thin air, their powerful suction pulling in the fleeing Ghost Controllers.
Xun Can lay resignedly in the coffin, suddenly feeling that something was off.
Could this Tattoo Parlor hold out for so long?
Though he was usually stubborn with his words, he knew deep down that the gap between him and these top-tier Ghost Controllers was like heaven and earth. Luo Wensong should be able to suppress this place in an instant.
Unless…
“Bang—”
The coffin suddenly exploded, and Xun Can walked out from the remnants flying everywhere. “Rather than wait for Certain Death, it’s better to gamble one last time…”
His gaze swept around, then he suddenly looked at Luo Wensong’s sleeve and burst into laughter. “Hahaha, I really am a fucking waste… Luo Wensong, you actually think a broken clone can suppress me?”
At the corner of the black long gown, a few drops of ink quietly dripped to the ground.
Indeed, Luo Wensong himself truly could not leave the Ghost Post Office, but he had used a clever method.
He had used the Supernatural to draw a portrait of himself and thrown it out. Though this clone’s strength was far inferior to the original, it could still exert one tenth or two of his ability.
“I never intended to suppress you.” Luo Wensong’s tone remained flat. “I just want to correct the mistake you made.”
“Mistake? Saving the fire seed of Ghost Controllers is wrong, but forcing ordinary people into desperation is right? I don’t accept such bullshit logic!” Xun Can’s eyes turned black, and the ink behind him roared like a bizarre giant beast. “You can mock my strength, but my Tattoo Parlor is absolutely no worse than yours!”
Countless fierce ghosts surged out from the ink, launching all sorts of strange attacks at Luo Wensong, yet they could not shake his slender figure.
“You’re wrong.” Luo Wensong slightly spread one hand, and countless closed wooden doors burst open. Layers of Certain Death patterns triggered, instantly turning that group of fierce ghosts into a puddle of pus.
He knocked in the air again, and the ground instantly cracked open with countless doors that swallowed the pus. “We are the losers. We only need to create an environment for the next generation, not dictate to them.”
The thick ink behind Xun Can slowly contracted as he gave up resisting. “Your fist is bigger, so the logic is always up to you few.”
“See for yourself.” Luo Wensong opened a row of wooden doors in front of Xun Can, revealing those Ghost Controllers with hideous faces. “Do they still have any human appearance? They’re just fierce ghosts wearing human skin.”
“This is impossible…” Xun Can refused to believe it. He squatted down to look closely but accidentally had a section of his finger bitten off. “I gave them the best protective measures, from body to consciousness…”
Luo Wensong mercilessly shattered his fantasy. “When dealing with the Supernatural, there’s no such thing as absolute. Haven’t you been corroded yourself?”
Xun Can held his hand up to his eyes, feeling for the first time how unfamiliar it was.
The wound on his finger did not bleed; instead, a stream of ink surged out. The ink actually filled the gap in his body on its own, and soon the missing finger was complete again, indistinguishable from before.
Xun Can grabbed the joint of his left hand and yanked hard. His forearm broke off with a snap, and the cross-section of the wound was pitch black.
The Supernatural had truly taken over his body unbeknownst to him. Perhaps even his thoughts had been influenced, he just hadn’t noticed.
“So I really am a joke…” Xun Can smiled bitterly. In his youth, his strength was inferior to Luo Wensong’s, and in his later years, trying to achieve something had led him down the wrong path.
Pointless…
Xun Can’s voice returned to calm. “Let me correct my own mistakes with my own hands.”
Luo Wensong nodded. “Please.”
The world instantly fell still.
Everything lost its original color, turning into a deep blue-black.
The boundless space inside the Tattoo Parlor began to collapse inward, finally becoming a building tattoo that quietly floated in Xun Can’s hand.
He took one last look at Luo Wensong and silently walked into the tattoo.
Phantoms of the Ghost Post Office surged from this strange space. The ground cracked open, swallowing the tattoo and turning it into an inconspicuous graffiti on the foundation.
“Hmph.”
Luo Wensong waved his hand casually, and countless portals repelled those lines of sight in the darkness back to the depths of the foundation. Then the portrait turned to ashes and dissipated, and this dead-silent space collapsed along with it.
With matters here settled, it was time for him to prepare his own funeral arrangements.
…
Five people suddenly appearing on the sunlit street did not cause any disturbance.
Ever since Zhang Qian and Feng Quan’s phones lost signal, Headquarters had sealed off this street block, citing a gas leak as the reason.
“Is it over just like this?” Zhang Qian took a deep breath of air. That chilling feeling was gone.
“It seems so for now.” Feng Quan looked around, then released Ghost Mist to probe just to be sure.
“Comrades, you’ve worked hard!” A man in uniform stood before them and saluted. “I’m Yu Xin from Headquarters, here on Headquarters orders to maintain order.”
Zhang Qian turned back for a look. The “Fierce Ghost Tattoo Parlor” had become an ordinary “Tangxi Tattoo Shop,” and those messy posters had turned into exquisite tattoo designs.
“There shouldn’t be any problems now. Ask Feng Quan for the details.” Zhang Qian pushed the reporting task to Feng Quan. He had two new ghosts to figure out how to “eat,” and didn’t want to deal with such tedious matters for now.
Yu Xin nodded in agreement without hesitation, but pointed somewhat awkwardly at the other three. “Are these the survivors of the Supernatural Event? They might need to be registered.”
Exposure of the Supernatural would inevitably cause turmoil, so Headquarters stipulated that survivors must sign confidentiality agreements.
“Zhang Han, Wang Shang, you two go. Especially Zhang Han—it’s good to get some training now that you’ve just become a Ghost Controller.” Zhang Qian glanced at Xu Shaowen’s pale face. “As for Shaowen, come with me first. I’m afraid you’ll drop dead soon.”
In this event, Xu Shaowen had borrowed Fierce Ghost Power too many times, and his state was already very poor. Zhang Qian had no doubt that Fierce Ghost Revival would happen to him before long.
