Chapter 117: Now You’re All Free
Smelling the rotten stench in the air, Jiang Shan raised his eyebrows, his gaze sweeping toward the Private Room.
Although he had already seen through the clues, he still calmly leaned against the door smoking at this moment.
A Ghost Wielder who posed no threat was not as important in his eyes as the cigarette in his hand.
After all, killing people was much faster than smoking.
Inside the Private Room,
a young Ghost Wielder sitting on the sofa with a face full of fear,
even though he had his eyes closed and his whole body trembling, looking terrified, Jiang Shan still felt the supernatural aura and rotten stench emanating from him.
On the inside of his thigh,
a mouth was gradually growing out from the pale, maggot-infested fat.
Uneven yellow teeth stained with bits of flesh and blood, the nauseating rotten stench in the Room originated from this mouth full of yellow teeth like that of an old heavy smoker.
Clearly,
these scorched yellow old teeth belonged to a ghost.
And it was resurrecting, preparing to launch a fatal attack on someone.
“I was originally going to let you live a bit longer, but it seems there’s no need for that now.”
After Jiang Shan finished speaking, he casually tossed away the cigarette butt.
The Blood Ghost’s attack was launched silently at the same time.
The two sitting on the sofa, like the sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced man, fell straight back onto the sofa, instantly losing all signs of life.
“Yu Xin is dead?!”
Wang Hu Zhi looked at Jiang Shan in horror; he hadn’t sensed any supernatural presence in the Private Room at all.
And those two members on the sofa died without any warning right under his nose!
The more he understood,
the more fear he felt.
This unsolvable killing method with no discernible pattern horrified Wang Hu Zhi.
At this moment, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, sitting on the sofa with a terrified expression, waiting for Jiang Shan’s questions.
“Tell me everything you know about the Ghost Town, word for word. Whether to tell the truth or lie is up to you; you know better than anyone which choice will let you survive.”
Jiang Shan stood at the doorway smoking, saying flatly.
He had no intention of sitting on the sofa, because no matter which of the two sofas in the Private Room, they all more or less still had some nauseating remnants from lovemaking.
“The memories I saw are really too fragmented. This Wang Hu Zhi can’t be killed for now; I still need him to tell me about the Ghost Town. I can use the known information to judge the truth in his words.” Jiang Shan thought to himself.
In terms of stealing memories, the current Blood Ghost couldn’t compare to Yang Jian’s mutated Ghost Shadow.
But for him,
the Blood Ghost having the ability to see memories was already a pleasant surprise.
When facing Supernatural Events.
Knowing a ghost’s pattern in advance provided enormous help to a Ghost Wielder.
And through the Blood Ghost’s consciousness attack, Jiang Shan saw some information about the Ghost Town in the “Freedom Fighters'” memories.
Ghost Rain, Ghost Hotel, Ghost Shopkeeper.
Even though the memories were scattered, one could glimpse the whole from a part.
The terror and complexity of the Ghost Town in the Rain absolutely couldn’t be encompassed by a single A-level Supernatural Event.
Dachun City,
outside the Land of Freedom Bar.
“So, the only way to escape the Ghost Town is to work for the ghost?”
Jiang Shan frowned tightly, his gaze filled with killing intent fixed deadly on Wang Hu Zhi in front of him, thinking:
“This Ghost Town is even more complex than I imagined. The Ghost Pawnshop that can exchange Ghost Money, the Ghost Hotel that avoids Fierce Ghost attacks, the Ghost Shopkeeper does equivalent exchanges with the living…”
“The information from him is still limited, but this is enough.”
While Wang Hu Zhi was reporting Ghost Town information to Jiang Shan,
he had already detained all the not-yet-resurrected Fierce Ghosts from the group of Ghost Wielders in the Bar.
Looking at the Bar not far away, now cordoned off by countless special forces and police, Wang Hu Zhi felt uneasy under Jiang Shan’s gaze, saying with a trembling voice, drenched in cold sweat:
“I-I only know this one way. As long as you take the coin from the counter, the Ghost Shopkeeper will take out a human skin with a mission written on it.”
“As long as you complete that mission, the coin is yours, and it’s the Life-Buying Money to safely leave the Ghost Town.”
“What was the mission the Ghost Shopkeeper gave you last time?” Jiang Shan asked coldly.
“It-It directly gave me the coin, and then the human skin said to drive a woman named He Qiong into the Ghost Town. The rest… I don’t know the rest.”
Wang Hu Zhi’s voice now carried a sobbing tone.
He was indeed the Vice President of the “Freedom Fighters.”
But Wang Hu Zhi became Vice President only because of his seniority, having more information about the Ghost Town, and rarely taking action.
So he seemed quite mysterious among the “Free Men.”
But the fact was,
he was just a Ghost Wielder controlling one ghost,
and in terms of the ghost’s Terror Level, the one inside him wasn’t even as strong as Liu Dong’s Head-Bumping Ghost.
Thus, the naturally bullying-the-weak-and-fearing-the-strong Wang Hu Zhi, upon meeting the killing god Jiang Shan, had only one thought in mind:
“Flatter Jiang Shan; I must survive.”
Recalling the past six months since becoming a Ghost Wielder.
Money, women, status.
Whatever he wanted, there was nothing he couldn’t get.
Although the previous two Persons in Charge in Dachun City, those two girls, were one tougher than the other, in the end, wasn’t it he who survived?
And he lived “with relish.”
“As long as this Jiang Shan enters the Ghost Town, he absolutely won’t walk out alive. Then I’ll recruit some new people, and Dachun City will still be under our ‘Free Men’ control. What’s the use of being strong? Surviving is the real skill.”
“Do you really think the Ghost Shopkeeper’s business is that easy? The one-yuan and three-yuan coin missions have long been taken by the ‘Free Men.’ The remaining five-yuan and seven-yuan coin missions aren’t for people; they’re left for ghosts.”
Wang Hu Zhi was afraid of Jiang Shan, but he felt secure in his heart.
Because he knew,
as long as Jiang Shan entered the Ghost Town, it was no different from being dead, and then Dachun City would still be his to command.
Moreover, in a short while, the President would return from abroad.
Once Jiang Shan died,
even if Headquarters sent more Persons in Charge, they would just be dogs for their “Freedom Fighters.”
“Well said. You can leave now.” Jiang Shan, who had been pondering for a while, suddenly spoke.
“I’ll leave right away!”
Hearing this, Wang Hu Zhi’s face lit up with joy, already thinking about how to cry to the President abroad.
He walked out of the cordon with a full smile, even waving to the surrounding special forces personnel, completely devoid of his earlier panic.
“After detaining them, send these Gold Boxes to my Study Room first. Remember the mission I assigned you: use all the gold from my quota to build a Safe House in the secret room in my Study Room, then put all these boxes inside.”
Jiang Shan narrowed his eyes watching the delighted Wang Hu Zhi not far away, then turned to Jiang Qingwu, who had just been sent from Headquarters, and said:
“For now, let Cao Yang handle the Supernatural Event in Dachun City next. Everything else can wait until I return.”
With that,
his figure vanished.
At the same time,
Wang Hu Zhi, who had just crossed the cordon line, suddenly had a blood-red Ghost Character appear in his mind.
“Die.”
