Chapter 207: Yang Xiaotian’s Gaze
After Jiang Shan entered a restaurant on the second floor of Caesar Grand Hotel and lit the White Ghost Candle, he, who knew the source of the footsteps, did not choose to extinguish the Ghost Candle, but instead chose to continue waiting.
When the time reached the fifty-fifth second.
At this moment, in the otherwise empty restaurant except for Jiang Shan, a chair suddenly weirdly moved back a few centimeters.
The chair scraped against the floor tile, emitting a sharp sound.
Jiang Shan abruptly turned toward the sound.
It was the dining table that had been used earlier. That dining table had previously been empty with only an unoccupied chair, but at this moment, it was that chair that moved, and moreover, there was a person sitting on that chair at some unknown time.
Rather than calling it a person,
it was more accurate to say it was a corpse controlled by the Newspaper Ghost.
This man wearing leather shoes and a suit, whose face could not be clearly seen, although it was unknown whether it was truly the Newspaper Ghost’s main body, Jiang Shan chose to treat it all the same.
Powerful strength was not the most useful ability when facing a fierce ghost.
Caution was.
“You’re here. If you didn’t come soon, I was going to come find you.”
Jiang Shan’s eyes sharpened. Without any hesitation, the instant he extinguished the Ghost Candle, he launched an attack on it.
Dazzling silver light enveloped the entire restaurant in an instant. Under the blindingly bright light, the suited man’s body was densely covered with blood-red eerie characters.
The Blood Ghost’s consciousness attack also launched imperceptibly.
At the same time.
In the entire restaurant, a chair at every table simultaneously moved back.
The next moment, on all those chairs that made noise, people suddenly appeared one by one. These people wore different clothes and styles, some male some female, but their actions were strikingly uniform: stiff hands raised, each looking at a newspaper.
Jiang Shan merely glanced and knew there were at least twenty or thirty people.
“Mystifying tricks. They’re just a group of ghost slaves eroded by the supernatural. As expected, the main body still hasn’t appeared. It’s just probing me.”
The moment these ghost slaves appeared, the ghost characters creepily crawled onto every person’s body like maggots in the bone.
In a breath, every person sitting on the chairs pretending to read the newspaper had their heads and limbs weakly droop, their bodies stiff with no struggling movements.
Undoubtedly, they were dead.
As this group of ghost slaves died, the newspapers in their hands fell. In the brightly lit restaurant, the silver light of the ghost domain illuminated their faces on the crowd.
Each pale dead human face bore a familiar yet chilling smile.
But weirdly, these ghost slaves, who had been doubly killed in flesh and consciousness by the ghost characters and Blood Ghost’s attack, sat on the chairs with all their eyeballs staring straight at Jiang Shan.
“Smiling faces? Looks like Tong Qian is dead after all. Then her body is not at the first-floor front desk, not here, so it must be on the fourth floor. But…”
Although Jiang Shan had long known all this, the eerie scene before him still plunged him into silence.
Clearly, these ghost slaves killed by the Newspaper Ghost were thoroughly dead, but in their gazes, he saw the unique human emotion.
What kind of gaze was that, revealing what kind of emotion?
In that pile of gazes, Jiang Shan saw:
Appreciation;
Doubt;
Reluctance.
Discovering this, Jiang Shan gravely looked at every “person” at the dining table.
He had thought of many possibilities when encountering the Newspaper Ghost, but he had never imagined seeing such gazes on the Newspaper Ghost’s ghost slaves.
This gaze was like an elder looking at a junior, appreciative yet with a hint of doubt.
Although the Newspaper Ghost’s ability allowed it to possess human wisdom like the Ghost Shadow Head, this gaze made Jiang Shan think of only one person:
“Is that you, Yang Xiaotian?” Just as he guessed.
A Yin Wind suddenly blew through the restaurant. The newspapers that had fallen from those corpses’ hands were swept up and blown by the Yin Wind. Every newspaper had one side stained with blood, with a human face outline on it. Accompanying the blood-stained newspapers sweeping over, all the corpses sitting on the chairs cracked their mouths open at this moment.
“Heh, hehehe~!”
All the suspended corpses’ eyes looked at Jiang Shan, emitting laughter like a ghost face.
“Yang Xiaotian, you know the purpose of my coming here. I will let Yang Jian come here, but there’s a prerequisite: you should die with dignity.” Jiang Shan expressionlessly watched the newspapers flying everywhere in the sky, his tone icy.
The words had just fallen.
A blood-stained red newspaper suddenly appeared in Jiang Shan’s ghost domain, with a human face outline on it, carrying a terrifying evil nature.
With its appearance, a chilling wind seemed to blow into the ghost domain, but that was all. This blood-stained newspaper merely floated in the air for a few seconds.
In a certain instant, it was as if it had been completely soaked in fresh blood. Originally normal, it suddenly became dripping wet, and fell down at a speed beyond gravity.
And at the instant that newspaper hit the ground,
Everyone in the restaurant except Jiang Shan uniformly fell to the ground at the same time, as if that newspaper was the source of all supernatural phenomena in the restaurant. The moment the ghost characters appeared on the newspaper.
The confrontation between supernatural forces showed a clear winner in moments.
Undoubtedly.
The ghost characters won, and won thoroughly.
At this time, the restaurant was a mess, corpses emitting a faint corpse stench that made one want to vomit.
“That newspaper is off.”
Looking at that newspaper still existing on the ground, Jiang Shan frowned slightly.
If that newspaper was just a supernatural derivative, then during its confrontation with the ghost characters, it would disappear because it couldn’t resist, after all, such things completely rely on the supernatural to exist.
But now…
With a flash of silver light, the newspaper soaked in fresh blood appeared in Jiang Shan’s hand, its dripping wet feel somewhat viscous, but the weirdness was not there.
Only to see two crooked characters written on that newspaper, as if written in fresh blood:
“Fourth floor.”
“Since you’ve told me the location, I’ll make a trip. Let me see what you really want to do.”
Jiang Shan tossed that newspaper into another Ghost Mirror Shard, then immediately left the restaurant.
When he reached the door, he noticed.
A series of dense black footprints were left on the carpet at the restaurant entrance. These footprints were disorderly, as if someone had aimlessly walked around here several times, especially where they had stood earlier, the footprints were even denser.
It seemed someone had always been waiting there in place for Jiang Shan to come out of the restaurant.
Gaze far ahead.
In the depths of the corridor, Jiang Shan could vaguely see the silhouette of a tall, eerie headless corpse. Its swaying figure was gradually blurring, as if it would disappear the next second.
Seeing that Li Qingzhi’s corpse was at the position of the stairs going upstairs, Jiang Shan lit a cigarette and sighed helplessly, then slowly walked there along the wall.
“Nausea he mom bring nausea to do paternity test—truly nauseating.”
