Chapter 17: Republic Of China Era Ghost Controller
The Ghost Controller’s face looked somewhat unpleasant, and he said in a deep voice: “I’ve already paid money before.”
However, the Tattoo Master completely ignored him, gripping his hand even harder, and even the sound of bones cracking could faintly be heard.
This minor injury didn’t bring much pain to the Ghost Controller, but it sobered him up a bit. Now he was not the big shot who controlled Three Ghosts, just a newbie with only one ghost.
“Back then, you squeezed all the value out of me. I have no money left on me.” He tried to negotiate with the Tattoo Master. “But I can owe it first and pay it back later.”
The Tattoo Master still didn’t speak, slightly lifting the long needle in his hand, causing the lights in the room to dim and lose color.
The oppressive atmosphere made the Ghost Controller feel somewhat breathless. He suddenly looked toward Zhang Qian, pleading like he had grasped a lifeline, “Young friend, I know you’re special. Lend me some money, and I’ll definitely repay you double later.”
“Sure.” Zhang Qian readily agreed, then rummaged in his backpack.
Feng Quan had originally been watching the show, but seeing Zhang Qian really about to save him, he felt somewhat incredulous. He lowered his voice to remind him, “Zhang Qian, this kind of person has no credibility. Not to mention repaying money, they might turn around and pit us to death.”
“It’s fine, I believe it.” Zhang Qian still insisted, just keeping his head buried in the backpack. “Let me see where I put the money. I remember it should be here…”
“Hurry up—” The Ghost Controller wanted to urge him but suddenly screamed.
Zhang Qian looked up and saw that the Tattoo Master’s long needle had already pierced into his head and was constantly stirring inside.
“Hold on, I’m almost there.”
Unfortunately, the Ghost Controller no longer had the energy to reply to Zhang Qian. He originally wasn’t afraid of physical attacks, but this Tattoo Master’s attack was more like it came from the mental level.
He felt his consciousness being peeled away bit by bit, a sense of fear of facing nothingness enveloping him. He could feel himself disappearing from this world.
First the unimportant memories, then the past experiences, and finally even his personality was gradually collapsing.
Zhang Qian seized the opportunity, took out eighteen yuan of Ghost Money and said, “I’ll help him pay. Eighteen yuan, right?”
The Tattoo Master stopped his action, tilted his head to look at Zhang Qian, and slowly made a “two” gesture.
“Double? Do you want us to pay our own money together?”
Zhang Qian counted out another eighteen yuan of Ghost Money, combined it with the previous ones, and threw it all to the Tattoo Master.
An extremely fast black shadow flashed by, and the paper money disappeared in mid-air.
The Tattoo Master released the Ghost Controller, who was on the verge of death, letting him crash to the ground with a thud.
“How is it?” Zhang Qian looked at Xu Shaowen.
“No problem for now.” Xu Shaowen put away the game console, not daring to use it more. The corrosion speed of this game ghost was very fast, and his face had already turned somewhat pale.
Zhang Qian nodded upon hearing this and used the Golden Box to hook that Ghost Controller over.
He squatted in front of the Ghost Controller and kindly asked, “Senior, may I ask your name?”
“…” The Ghost Controller lay on the ground for a while before saying in a weak voice, “My name is Li Qingfeng, a Ghost Controller from the Republic of China Era. I controlled three Fierce Ghosts. In the Republic of China Era, it wasn’t much, but in your era, I’d definitely be a top-tier existence.”
Li Qingfeng suddenly changed the topic, seducing in a dry voice, “Kid, do you want the method to control multiple Fierce Ghosts?”
At these words, Feng Quan’s breathing involuntarily quickened, and Wang Shang quietly perked up his ears.
Seeing this, Li Qingfeng revealed a smile of confidence in victory. “I know you still have money. Redeem my remaining two ghosts, and I’ll demonstrate it for you. How about it?”
“Sounds good.” Zhang Qian placed his hand on his head. “But whether you say this information or not doesn’t seem up to you.”
“After that torment just now, how much strength do you have left with only one ghost controlled?”
“In this situation, your information doesn’t seem worth me spending money to buy.”
Zhang Qian stood up, closed his eyes in pity, “Comrade Feng Quan, explain the principle of being willing to share to this old senior.”
“Heh heh heh, I’ve long disliked this old monster.” Feng Quan grinned ferociously, picked up the Golden Box nearby, “I hope you can take a beating.”
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When Zhang Qian appreciated the sixth painting, the screams behind him finally slowly stopped.
“Damn, the bones are pretty tough.” Feng Quan landed another Critical Hit on Li Qingfeng’s head, helplessly putting down the box and panting, “No matter how much I hit, he won’t die. Just like an old turtle.”
“It’s useless…” A faint voice came from the battered Li Qingfeng. “This ghost of mine has the strongest life-preserving ability. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stored my consciousness in it.”
The skeleton tattoo on Li Qingfeng’s back extended bone claws, piecing his body back together block by block.
“Don’t waste your effort. You can’t possibly kill me. Now help me redeem the ghost, and I can pretend nothing happened.”
Li Qingfeng hadn’t expected that his cautious move back then would really save his life. This Undying Bones was the first Fierce Ghost he controlled, able to freely repair his damaged body and sustain the host’s life with Supernatural Power.
But he wasn’t invincible. If the body was severely damaged, the skeleton would leave on its own, but there was no need to tell Zhang Qian about that.
“Heh heh, can’t be beaten to death…” Feng Quan called for reinforcements. “Zhang Qian, come over quick. This guy won’t confess.”
“No matter who you call, it’s useless~” Before Li Qingfeng finished speaking, his voice trembled.
Zhang Qian stepped on his back, gripped the skeleton’s eye socket, and tried to pull it out.
“Are you crazy? This is a Fierce Ghost!” Li Qingfeng was somewhat panicked. He felt the skeleton really starting to loosen.
“Come out!” Zhang Qian yanked hard, tearing the skeleton head out from the tattoo. “How about it, willing to talk now?”
“Quickly put it back for me!” Li Qingfeng’s voice finally turned panicked. The shredded flesh on his face fell off piece by piece, looking eerie and disgusting.
“I’ll talk! Put it back and I’ll talk!” As more of the skeleton detached from the tattoo, Li Qingfeng finally stopped resisting and lowered his demands. “Put it down, and I’ll talk right away!”
“Still daring to negotiate conditions? Go die then. I believe this isn’t known only to you.” Zhang Qian formed a blade with his hand, slicing through the most tightly connected area, and yanked out most of the Bones at once.
“The key is balance…” Li Qingfeng shouted.
“Too late.” Zhang Qian showed no mercy, and a burst of immense force erupted.
With a ripping sound, the Bones tattoo was completely torn off Li Qingfeng’s body by him.
The tattoo faded from its ink color, becoming pristine white again, like a brand-new bone specimen.
“I wonder what stewing it would taste like…”
Zhang Qian looked at the quiet bones and whispered softly, scaring Feng Quan into silently backing away.
He was afraid that one day Zhang Qian would suddenly get an idea to take a couple puffs of Ghost Mist to taste if it’s salty.
