Chapter 122: Want To Buy The Withered Finger? I’ll Feed You A Bullet
The Weird Old Man standing in front of the Ghost Stall had a distorted and slender figure, wearing a tattered White Robe, with mottled bloodstains on the robe faintly visible in the dim light.
Jiang Shan held his breath, watching the “Old Man”‘s every move with icy cold eyes.
It had no facial features, yet it could make one feel a smirking expression, standing motionless in front of the Ghost Stall, its pitch-black eye sockets staring fixedly at Jiang Shan.
The weird atmosphere persisted for a full minute,
Under Jiang Shan’s solemn and vigilant gaze, that ghost took action first.
A pair of wrinkled, cracked hands extended from the tattered, bloodstained robe, its withered, fleshless finger pointing at a pocket on Jiang Shan’s pants.
At the same time,
A stack of extremely thick, one-inch-wide grayish-white Ghost Money appeared out of thin air on the Wooden Table.
It wanted to buy something!
But the thing this ghost wanted to buy was not the weird object on the Wooden Table, but something on Jiang Shan.
“?!”
Although this Short Old Man-like Ghost,
Its faceless appearance with only eye sockets was enough to scare many people.
But for Jiang Shan,
The feeling in his heart after seeing this ghost was even less surprising than seeing a good-looking dog.
Yet from beginning to end, he felt deep dread toward it,
Solely because the hand this ghost extended was missing one finger!
And where its finger should be now,
Was in the pocket of Jiang Shan’s pants.
Inside was that Withered Finger!
Seeing this, Jiang Shan’s face darkened, but he made no unnecessary action.
“Before any anomaly appears at the Ghost Stall, it’s best not to act rashly as much as possible. There are still hundreds of ghosts on Ghost Street. Once the balance of the Ghost Stall is broken, my situation will be extremely dangerous.”
Just like that,
One person and one ghost fell into a stalemate.
As the Dark Shadows on Ghost Street gradually disappeared, that bone-chilling yin cold also receded.
Time passed minute by minute,
In just half an hour, no ghosts wandered on Ghost Street anymore, returning to its usual deathly stillness and desolation.
But that Short Old Man in the White Robe, without facial features, still stood in front of the Ghost Stall, his shriveled hands maintaining the previous posture.
At this moment, Jiang Shan felt no anxiety inside,
As long as that ghost didn’t move, he wouldn’t move either.
From the overall pattern of that group of ghosts,
They seemed to have some restriction that prevented them from staying on Ghost Street for long periods.
And Jiang Shan didn’t believe that this ghost, which came with the Ghost Tide, could be exempt from this overall pattern.
At a certain moment,
That ghost suddenly raised both hands, its head drooping.
“What is it doing?”
This ghost’s weird action made Jiang Shan’s eyelids twitch wildly, a strong sense of Unease suddenly surging in his heart.
His intuition told him that something extremely terrifying and weird was about to happen next.
The Old Man suddenly covered his eyes with his hands and began sobbing silently.
At the same time,
The Curtains of all stalls on the Street suddenly fluttered up together, followed by an extremely foul-smelling Yin Wind surging into the stall.
The densely packed red lanterns hanging in the air on Ghost Street began to flicker, as if manipulated by invisible hands, brightening and dimming intermittently.
In the shattered red light, countless twisted shadows were cast on the walls of the houses across from Jiang Shan on Ghost Street,
Those shadows seemed to dance silently, in various forms—some like struggling humanoids, others like frenzied beasts, intertwining and colliding in the red light, emanating an indescribable terror.
“Bang~!”
“Bang~! Bang~!”
Jiang Shan frowned tightly; he immediately drew his custom Pistol and attached the Ghost Characters to the inside of the bullets, then unhesitatingly chose to fire.
Because the Ghost Stall formed its own Supernatural Space, the Ghost Characters and Blood Ghost could not directly attack the outside world.
Although the Ghost’s Ability was restricted, Gold would not be.
Attaching Ghost Characters to the inside of Gold Bullets to attack the ghost.
Jiang Shan had this idea long ago, and facing the current situation, he could only choose this method as the only means of attack.
At the same time,
Blood-red Ghost Characters crawled over the entire interior of the Ghost Stall.
Jiang Shan wanted to use the suppression of the Ghost Characters to restrict that unknown Supernatural.
As a magazine of bullets was emptied,
The Old Man covering his face and sobbing froze in place, falling into some unknown deathly stillness.
And the situation at the Ghost Stall was indeed as Jiang Shan had anticipated; the originally unstable stall regained balance.
Even though several Bamboo Poles in the Ghost Stall were bent out of shape, under the maintenance of the Supernatural, they continued to exist in an incomprehensible state.
“The Withered Finger is a Puzzle Piece on this ghost. Could its other fingers have different effects? Now there are no other ghosts outside Ghost Street.”
“Forget it. I have no means to dismember the ghost. Even if I can briefly suppress and silence it, I can’t gain anything substantial. This thankless task can’t be done.”
Looking at the “Old Man” who had resurrected before him, Jiang Shan, who had been hesitating, immediately gave up the idea of dismembering this ghost.
Because behind that ghost, he saw the surging Ghost Tide once again.
That chilling yin cold sensation assaulted him again.
“How many ghosts are there here exactly? Damn it!” Jiang Shan’s face darkened, his heart pounding.
Earlier, suppressing the ghost with bullets had looked cool.
Normally, he could recover the Ghost Characters this way.
But in the severed state between the Ghost Stall and the outside world, he could no longer sense the Ghost Characters fired through the bullets.
The last time this happened was when he stored the Ghost Characters in Chen Yue’s body.
“Because we’re in different Supernatural Spaces, I can’t sense those Ghost Characters now. If I leave the Ghost Stall, I might be able to recover them again.”
“Another wave of Ghost Tide is coming; I absolutely can’t go out now. Those unperceivable Ghost Characters are like a mark on this ghost. To recover them, I’ll have to see if there’s a chance later.”
Although less than one percent of the Ghost Characters were missing, Jiang Shan still felt somewhat displeased.
Displeased or not,
After all, the situation back then was unavoidable,
Besides using Gold’s property of not being affected by Supernatural to suppress that ghost, Jiang Shan couldn’t think of a better way.
Heartache aside,
The effect was extremely significant.
The Short Old Man-like Ghost fell silent for a few seconds, then it raised its head, its hollow black eye sockets looking at Jiang Shan again.
Although he couldn’t see the ghost’s eyes, Jiang Shan felt its gaze filled with anger.
The weird feeling made Jiang Shan furrow his brows; he gripped the custom Pistol in his hand, ready to launch the next round of suppression at any time.
In his line of sight,
After staring at each other for a few minutes, that ghost turned and walked into the “black tide” of Ghost Street, then disappeared.
“Five and a half hours. It seems the time flow here is the same as in Reality. When dawn breaks, there will be no ghosts on this Ghost Street? It seems there’s such a pattern here. Hmm? It’s raining?”
Looking at the pattering light rain outside the Ghost Stall, Jiang Shan thought to himself.
Apart from that fingerless Old Man standing in front of the Ghost Stall demanding the Withered Finger from Jiang Shan,
For the rest of that night,
No other ghost stood in front of the Ghost Stall to “purchase” those weird Supernatural objects on the Wooden Table.
Picking up the grayish-white Ghost Money that had appeared out of thin air on the Wooden Table, Jiang Shan looked at the light rain outside the stall and couldn’t help thinking:
“The Ghost Dream initially appeared in Reality through the medium of Rainwater. When Yang Jian first entered the Ghost Dream, it recreated the Reality Village and pulled Yang Jian into an unknown Supernatural World as an ordinary person, but ultimately, the Ghost Dream used Reality’s Meishan Village as an Anchor Point to Affect Reality.”
“This ghost’s nature shouldn’t be closely related to consciousness types, because the ghost inside me now isn’t affected, but its some pattern is very similar to the Ghost Dream. Hmm? This is”
At a certain moment,
Jiang Shan stopped thinking and narrowed his eyes toward the distance.
In his line of sight,
A group of living people’s figures appeared on the Street.
