Chapter 100: The Ghost Controller Who Choked To Death On Saliva
Although it was just an imitation, Yue Linhai’s voice genuinely became hoarse, and even his tone was as low and low as that of a real old man.
If his face were covered, anyone hearing him would probably think he was eighty or ninety years old.
These words clearly sounded like a joke, but because they were too realistic, Zhang Qian had no intention of laughing after hearing them.
However, this couldn’t affect Yue Linhai’s mood; a smile still hung on the corner of his mouth.
“But this candle of yours is quite magical. It can actually avoid the influence of the environment. If there were thousands or even tens of thousands more, this garden might be able to recover to normal.”
Thousands or tens of thousands?
Yue Linhai sure had beautiful thoughts.
Zhang Qian secretly clicked his tongue. Even if they sold the headquarters, they probably couldn’t gather so many ghost candles, right?
But if Yue Linhai was willing to sell this garden to the headquarters, Wang Xiaoming might really be willing to exchange a batch of ghost candles.
“That probably won’t be possible.” Zhang Qian curled his lip.
“We also have very few of these things. After all, we are the new generation of the supernatural circle, and we have to explore many things from scratch ourselves. Unlike you, who have your own inheritance, with all kinds of supernatural power and fierce ghosts emerging endlessly.”
These third and second generations of supernatural were much more comfortable than second generation rich. The elders of second generation rich could at most leave behind money and connections; those second generation rich still had to die when facing fierce ghosts.
What the elders of second generation of supernatural left behind, however, was power far surpassing the current era. Mastering even a little of it would allow them to strut around in today’s world.
Unfortunately, none of the second generation of supernatural that Zhang Qian had met were normal people.
“I see.” Yue Linhai held the ghost candle and carefully examined its shape.
Even though the surrounding environment had completely faded, the ghost candle remained a vivid blood red, and in contrast, this red appeared even more intense, as if it were about to drip blood.
He said in a joking manner, “How about you lend me this ghost candle to study? I’ll return it to you once I figure it out.”
Zhang Qian raised an eyebrow and looked at Yue Linhai’s face, which had a slight smile.
Wanting a freebie?
Was this the ugly face of a second generation of supernatural? Clearly wealthy beyond measure, yet still eyeing the two copper coins in a beggar’s bowl.
Before Zhang Qian could respond, Xu Zheng nearby had already quietly perked up his ears, somewhat worried about the potential conflict.
If he handed it over, he’d lose a trump card; if he didn’t, he’d clash with Yue Linhai. Either way, it wasn’t perfect.
However, although half a ghost candle was important, compared to his life, it seemed it could be given up.
From Yue Linhai’s previous performance, there wasn’t much difference with or without a ghost candle against him. Even if lit, he could still teleport over to blow it out. Thinking this way, giving it to him wasn’t impossible.
Besides, at the end of the day, the thing was in someone else’s hands, so whether Zhang Qian was willing to give it or not didn’t seem to make a difference.
“If I say no, can you really give it back to me?” Zhang Qian kind of wanted to disdain Yue Linhai, but unfortunately, he couldn’t roll his eyes.
“No, but I’ll be happier holding it.” With a casual wave of his hand, Yue Linhai made the ghost candle disappear.
He said somewhat regretfully, “You’re so generous; it always feels like something is missing.”
He really was asking for it…
Zhang Qian felt a bit of a headache. “I’m giving you my thing, and I still have to consider you? You won’t give me anything in return anyway.”
“Who says I won’t repay you.” Yue Linhai immediately became interested and retorted, “I’ve taken one thing of yours, so I’ll give you one in return. In a bit, I’ll pick something from Father’s collection to give you.”
“Heh, I don’t want it.” Zhang Qian refused. “Who knows what those things are. This candle of mine can withstand supernatural attacks. No matter how good your Father’s collection is, if I can’t use it, what’s the point of holding it?”
Of course, this was nonsense. These were Republic of China Era Big Shot items. Forget collections—even prying a brick from an old house and taking it out would definitely be a treasure.
But he had figured it out: when talking to this guy Yue Linhai, you had to do the opposite. If he agreed too readily, the promised item might disappear.
“At worst, I’ll take you to see it. Pick whatever you want; it’s not mine anyway.” Sure enough, Yue Linhai said generously.
Jackpot.
Zhang Qian nodded to himself. Ghost candles could be gotten from headquarters if lost, but Republic of China Era Big Shot collections weren’t available anytime.
Xu Zheng on the side watched the inexplicably harmonious pair yawn. He couldn’t understand why, in this deadly supernatural land where death was nine times out of ten, Zhang Qian could chat so calmly with someone who seemed like the boss.
However, to avoid interfering with Zhang Qian’s plan, he didn’t go up to disturb them and just boredly stared at the rolling waves.
On the black water surface, white waves gathered and separated, forming many strange patterns.
There were big fish, clouds, and even corpses…
What?
Xu Zheng cupped his palms and peered under the bridge, actually seeing a pale female corpse.
Most of the corpse was submerged in the pitch black seawater, only exposing a slender neck segment and a deathly pale face.
Just as Xu Zheng was curiously wondering where this thing came from, the female corpse suddenly opened its eyes, its pitch black pupils colliding with Xu Zheng’s gaze.
Xu Zheng only felt his vision blur. Just as he was about to warn Zhang Qian, he suddenly choked on a mouthful of water unexpectedly.
“Zhang… cough cough cough…”
Although the waves were surging, Xu Zheng knew how to swim, so he quickly stabilized himself in the water and struggled to lift his head above the surface.
“Zhang Qian… glug glug…”
Just after shouting Zhang Qian’s name, a few icy cold palms grabbed Xu Zheng’s ankles and yanked him into the water.
“Hm?” Hearing the movement, Zhang Qian turned his head and saw Xu Zheng behaving strangely.
At this moment, Xu Zheng was lying on the floor flailing his arms and legs, his body and limbs constantly colliding with the floor, making banging sounds.
Not only that, strange noises kept coming from his mouth, like he had shouted and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Although it was somewhat funny, Xu Zheng was clearly under supernatural attack, with life hanging in the balance, so Zhang Qian would hold back from laughing.
However, seeing Xu Zheng so lively right now, he should be able to hold on for a while, so there was still time.
“Did you do this?”
Although he knew it was unlikely, Zhang Qian still asked Yue Linhai.
“No, I wouldn’t use such a low-level method.” Yue Linhai said arrogantly.
Just an illusion—too low-level.
“Hm…” Zhang Qian rubbed his chin, observing Xu Zheng’s state.
There were no traces of fierce ghosts nearby, and since the fierce ghost only attacked one person, it must be that Xu Zheng did something neither of them had done.
If he remembered correctly, he had just been looking at the sea?
Looking at these symptoms again, it really seemed like drowning.
At this moment, gurgling sounds were coming nonstop from Xu Zheng’s throat; he looked about to choke to death on his own saliva.
Zhang Qian no longer hesitated, immediately got up and lay down at the position where Xu Zheng had just been, looking down and seeing a female corpse.
The female corpse also noticed something, opened its eyes, and cast a deathly still gaze.
What greeted it was a ferocious ghost mask.
