Chapter 117: Possibility Of A Comeback
“Yeah, you absolutely must not get agitated.”
Xu Zheng repeatedly advised against it, fearing that Yue Linhai might impulsively take Dadong City’s innocent civilians down with him.
“Although this era cannot compare to the Republic of China Era, Headquarters can still gather a group of people, even Ghost Controllers who survived from the Republic of China Era to now. Headquarters has them too. Summoning them now might still turn things around.”
“Where is there time to make these preparations?”
Yue Linhai’s face was icy cold as he said gloomily, “The Ghost Ship’s supernatural has already begun invading reality. The opportunity to break free is right now. How long will the reinforcements you mentioned take to arrive?”
“And even if there are reinforcements, so what? My father and the others mobilized far more than just a handful of Ghost Controllers to imprison this Ghost Ship. Any one of those people could kill us a hundred times over. Do you think the reinforcements you call can compare to them?”
“This…”
A series of questions left Xu Zheng speechless.
Old Qin was certainly mysterious, but Xu Zheng also did not know exactly what Old Qin’s strength was like, or whether he could confront the Ghost Ship—it was still unknown.
Moreover, Yue Linhai was right; time was the most pressing problem at hand.
If they had known in advance, they could have carefully considered countermeasures, but now there was no way to think that much.
The foghorn sound was already as dull as if ringing right in their ears, and the oppressive atmosphere seemed to be urging them to make a choice.
If Yue Linhai was determined to discard the photograph, then Zhang Qian and Xu Zheng could not stop him at all.
But he did not do that.
Although Yue Linhai did not want to admit it, thinking of those civilians from the outside world whom he had never even seen, he surprisingly found himself somewhat unable to go through with it.
This old thing had set quite a few traps; it was not just those habits—even his psychology had been affected…
After cursing resentfully, Yue Linhai attributed this soft-heartedness to the old house owner’s contingency measures.
Otherwise, with his own habits, why would he waste so many words with Xu Zheng?
“Before, you only destroyed the method of coming out from the photograph, which means you can still go in now, right? If possible, I want to go in and attempt it, to see if I can weaken the Ghost Ship’s strength.” Zhang Qian suddenly said.
The Ghost Ship’s supernatural had begun invading reality, but it was only approaching escape and had not broken out all at once.
That meant the old house owner’s restraint on it was still in place; the two forces were still clashing, with the Ghost Ship only temporarily suppressing the photograph’s power without achieving absolute dominance.
If he could weaken the Ghost Ship’s supernatural, perhaps it could lead them to form a new balance and re-secure the Ghost Ship’s imprisonment.
“Are you crazy?”
Yue Linhai clutched the photograph, his eyes full of incomprehension.
It was just a fierce ghost—did it really have to go this far for humans?
Could the consciousness of the living have such a great influence that it could even make a fierce ghost see itself as a true human?
“Crazy might not be the right word.”
“I just want to do my utmost. Immortal Cultivators first cultivate the heart; if I don’t even dare to attempt it and sacrifice others for my own safety, I couldn’t do something like that…” Zhang Qian shook his head.
Relying on pitting and harming others for one’s own safety—even if he survived today, he would surely have no great achievements in this life.
Perhaps the legendary evil cultivators would not care and might even take pride in it, but Zhang Qian knew clearly that he still had a bottom line.
Moreover, entering the photograph was not necessarily a dead end.
He touched his pocket, feeling the icy cold touch of the two envelopes inside.
One originated from the task delivered to the old house owner, while the other had no sender’s name—it was Zhang Qian’s “spoils of war.”
Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Zhang Qian pondered the current situation in his mind.
He had supernatural items on him, but they were all too low-level; they were enough against ordinary Ghost Controllers, but clearly not qualified against the Ghost Ship.
The only thing that might affect the Ghost Ship was probably these mysterious letters.
A single letter alone probably could not confront the Ghost Ship, but this letter represented a eerie supernatural land and an invincible Republic of China Ghost Controller.
Whether from Xun Can’s words and actions or the layout of the Ghost Post Office, Zhang Qian believed that as long as Luo Wensong made a move, he could easily quell the Ghost Ship’s turmoil.
But the problem was, would he make a move?
Yue Linhai took this thinking as hesitation and promptly advised against it: “Why risk your life for a group of total strangers?”
“You say you want to attempt it because you don’t know the terror of the Ghost Ship. That imprisonment operation back then could be called a joint effort of the Republic of China Era’s top forces. With my current strength, I don’t even have the qualifications to participate.”
“Even so, several Ghost Controllers still revived at the cost of their lives, ending their lives early. If you rush in now, you’ll only fare worse than them.”
A conscious fierce ghost—how could such a rare existence be lost in a place like this?
If he could develop steadily for a few decades, confronting the Ghost Ship might not even be an issue.
Unfortunately, “if” was the most expensive price in the world.
“Don’t talk like I’m doomed to die. I might not die either, right?” Zhang Qian said helplessly.
According to previous deductions, delivering the letter was the Post Office’s, or rather Luo Wensong’s, medium of attack.
If he stuffed this unsigned letter to the Ghost Ship, Luo Wensong should be able to attack the Ghost Ship through the letter.
As for whether he would do it, that could only be gambled on.
Gambling that the Ghost Post Office’s existence was truly for suppressing supernatural phenomena, gambling that Luo Wensong was indeed on the side of humans and unwilling to see ordinary people’s casualties.
After making up his mind, Zhang Qian looked firmly at Yue Linhai. “Anyway, you’re going to throw away the photograph. Sending me in shouldn’t make any difference to you, right?”
“On the contrary, the Ghost Ship might divert a bit of its strength to deal with me, which could also delay its escape time.”
Zhang Qian could not influence Yue Linhai’s actions, so he could only do his utmost to do what he could.
Even if the photograph really had to be discarded to the outside world, he had to strive to buy Headquarters a little preparation time.
“That sea area is now completely shrouded by the Ghost Ship’s Ghost Domain. Once you enter the photograph, you will absolutely be pulled onto the ship by it immediately.”
“After boarding, you won’t have any chance to get off. Although you won’t die, for you, solitude should be more terrifying than death, right?” Yue Linhai warned.
Fierce ghosts were indeed immortal, but this immortality sometimes became a restriction.
Ghost Controllers entering the Ghost Ship could still find release in death, but an anomaly like Zhang Qian going in would have to endure eternal solitude.
Spending his life with a fierce ghost, unable to communicate with people—by then, even this living consciousness might collapse and dissipate.
Yue Linhai deeply understood this feeling; for conscious beings, prolonged solitude was enough to break most people.
