Chapter 114: The World
Yue Linhai’s attitude wasn’t great, but Zhang Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to that serious demeanor, this annoying Yue Linhai was more reassuring.
“Where did you go before? How were you able to find us so accurately?” Zhang Qian asked.
“Hehe, I wasn’t far from you. I came over when you started talking. So I heard everything you said slandering me clearly, but I don’t plan to argue with you about it now.” Yue Linhai said casually.
From his tone, it wasn’t hard to tell that his unease after seeing the Ghost Ship had disappeared, turning into a fearless ease.
And this ease must have its reason.
Zhang Qian glanced at the source of the sound. As the heir, Yue Linhai knew more about this space than anyone.
His ease meant the crisis was about to pass. At least in his eyes, the Ghost Ship no longer posed a threat.
“Stop beating around the bush. If this path has no end, what condition do we need to meet to leave from here? How much longer until we achieve it?”
“Time.” Yue Linhai said calmly.
“This corridor can protect us from the Ghost Ship’s attack, but that’s not enough. To leave, we also need enough time to adjust our own state.”
“This ocean is the Supernatural Land my father created. When we entered it, our time was already affected, turning into disordered time.”
“And with erroneous time, there’s no way to leave here. We must restore time to normal to detach from here.”
“Another ability related to time. It’s truly peculiar…” Zhang Qian murmured.
Using erroneous time to seal the Fierce Ghost—who knew if this method was stronger than time reversal.
“Then do we need to do anything?”
“No need.”
Yue Linhai kept walking and explained, “The moment the Lantern lit up, our time began to recover. We just need to wait the same amount of time we spent on the corridor earlier.”
“More than ten minutes, not long at all. It’s almost time.”
Normally, this restriction was just to deal with the Fierce Ghosts imprisoned in the Old House. The longer they were imprisoned, the greater the restraint, making it harder to leave.
After enough time, even the existence of Fierce Ghosts would be affected, and their terror level would drop significantly.
For example, the Rope on the withered tree at the door—such half-Silence Fierce Ghosts were actually not uncommon throughout the Old House.
They had lost the ability for autonomous action. Without someone delivering them right to their face, they had no chance to launch an attack.
As for a Fierce Ghost forcibly escaping from here, that was almost impossible. With time as a barrier, ordinary Fierce Ghosts had no ability to escape.
“Since we just need to wait a bit, why have we been running nonstop? What’s the purpose of doing this?” Xu Zheng asked curiously.
“Nonsense.”
Facing Xu Zheng, Yue Linhai’s attitude wasn’t as good.
“Once the Mist completely covers the surrounding space, this sea has already become part of the Ghost Ship. Do you think it won’t sense us staying inside it?”
“The White Paper Lantern can’t contend with it either. It just builds a passage for us, letting us play hit-and-run with the Ghost Ship.”
The Covered Bridge from before had already been occupied by the Ghost Ship. The wooden bridge under Zhang Qian and the others’ feet now was just a road temporarily built by the white light.
Though it had some concealment, they still couldn’t stay in the same place too long, or it would easily attract the Ghost Ship’s attention.
“I was just asking… You guys chat. I’ll just listen.” Xu Zheng silently shut his mouth and stopped interjecting.
Why don’t weaklings even have the right to speak? Weaklings have human rights too, you know.
Time passed second by second. Every second, this world’s restraint on them lessened by a fraction.
When the restraint completely disappeared, that would be the moment they detached from this space.
Leaving wouldn’t have been so troublesome originally. Yue Linhai could leave with just a thought, as simple as when he pulled Zhang Qian in here earlier.
But the Ghost Ship’s resurgence changed many rules. The authority in Yue Linhai’s hands could no longer open the exit. Only the back door left by the Old House Owner, the creator, could still be used.
Fortunately, this time wouldn’t be long. The Ghost Ship probably wouldn’t find this place so easily.
“How much longer?” Zhang Qian couldn’t help asking.
Clearly close to escape, the unease in his heart grew stronger instead.
It wasn’t supernatural sensing—just a pure premonition that something bad was about to happen.
“Don’t rush. Rushing won’t help.”
Yue Linhai maintained a steady pace and said casually, “We’ve waited so long already. What’s a little more? Relax, I don’t want to stay here either. I won’t trip you up on purpose.”
“Not you.” Zhang Qian frowned.
The premonition in his heart didn’t fade because of Yue Linhai’s words. Instead, it intensified with the passage of time, and that feeling of a knife pressed to his forehead returned.
Believe Yue Linhai, or believe his own feeling?
Suddenly, this sense of crisis reached its summit, like a lightning strike jolting Zhang Qian.
“Something’s wrong! Stop!”
Without any hesitation, Zhang Qian shouted loudly.
His right hand reached out to the side, grabbing Xu Zheng—who hadn’t reacted—and the Fierce Ghost together.
The next moment.
“Boom!”
Accompanied by a loud bang, a Steel Giant Beast burst out, grazing Zhang Qian’s nose tip and crushing the road to pieces.
The hanging Lantern suddenly exploded, its bursting white light briefly dispersing the surrounding Mist and revealing the Ghost Ship’s hull.
In this life-or-death moment, the world in front of Zhang Qian seemed to slow down. He could even see every detail before him clearly.
The steel-cast exterior was corroded with rust spots everywhere, with many places broken open, allowing a direct view of the chaotic Cabin inside.
By the light from who-knows-where, he could even see the various things inside the Cabin clearly.
Pitch Black Coffin, bright red Wooden Bed, shattered dressing mirror… and a pile of nearly melting Ghost Hands.
But this information was useless. Even knowing the Passenger on the Ghost Ship was a Fierce Ghost didn’t help Zhang Qian’s current situation.
At that moment, an orange Light Beam descended, piercing the thick Mist and about to envelop them.
Though he didn’t know what this light did, it was definitely nothing good.
Seeing it coming wouldn’t help—Zhang Qian couldn’t make the slightest action.
Could anyone’s speed be faster than light?
Indeed.
“Sigh…”
A helpless sigh suddenly sounded.
No person or thing noticed this sigh, because everything in this world had fallen into Silence. Even the orange light about to fall was now frozen Mid-air in a eerie pose.
