Chapter 12: Miracle Hands Bring The Dead Back To Life, Dr. Zhang
The instant the mist completely disappeared.
The fierce ghost immediately turned direction and walked firmly toward Zhang Qian and the others.
Feng Quan closed his eyes and gripped tightly to calm the agitation of the ghost mist, reminding, “Don’t look at how he seems human now; he’s actually just a fierce ghost. You must not hold back.”
“Don’t worry, hold on and don’t die. I don’t want to be troubled by headquarters.” Zhang Qian looked at the fierce ghost approaching continuously. “What is the killing pattern?”
“Touch. Once touched, you become the target of attack.”
“Got it.”
Zhang Qian proactively walked toward the fierce ghost. Only after getting close did he discover that the ghost behind the youth was somewhat similar to the poster at the door.
The ghost’s lower body fused with the youth. Bloody arms were deeply inserted into his arms, controlling his body like a back spirit.
“Don’t go bullying the weak and sickly.” Zhang Qian gathered true qi and punched the ghost’s head. “Play with me first.”
“Bang—”
The fierce ghost staggered, both heads slowly turning toward Zhang Qian. The youth under it even spread his arms, as if wanting to wrestle with Zhang Qian.
But its actions were somewhat sluggish. Zhang Qian circled it, punching while shouting improvised move names, “Dragon Claw Hand, Thunderbolt Fist, Extended Arm Fist, Black Tiger Heart Dig…”
Feng Quan heard the noise and saw Zhang Qian beating the fierce ghost. With his experienced eyes, he immediately noticed the fierce ghost’s actions slowing more and more, even feeling like it was about to stagnate. “Boxing ghost? Its ability is to suppress other fierce ghosts. This newcomer has pretty good luck.”
After a combo, the fierce ghost’s actions became even more sluggish, but its posture grew taller. One arm had already withdrawn from the youth’s body, clawing at the flesh on his back, seemingly trying to leverage itself free.
“Don’t let it crawl out!” Feng Quan, lying on the ground, hurriedly shouted a reminder, ready at any moment to unleash ghost mist for self-preservation.
“No need to teach me.” Zhang Qian spread his arms, palms wrapped in true qi slapping toward the ghost’s head. “Take my Double Wind Piercing Ears!”
True qi clashed against supernatural power.
In the end, Zhang Qian had a slight edge. He withdrew his arms, and the fierce ghost stood stunned in place, motionless, like a crashed computer.
“Seems like it won’t fit.” Zhang Qian took out the box and gestured. “How about chopping it up and seeing if it can be stuffed in?”
“Save me…”
“Hm?” The faint cry for help caught his attention. He lowered his head to check and found the ashen-faced youth surprisingly still breathing.
Though like a candle in the wind about to extinguish at any moment, he was indeed not dead yet.
“Feng Quan, can someone like this be saved?” Zhang Qian looked at Feng Quan on the ground, asking his opinion.
Feng Quan propped himself up and looked. “No saving him. He failed to control the fierce ghost and was instead influenced by it. Now he’s temporarily alive because the ghost was beaten into a crash by you. Once the ghost recovers, he’ll become the ghost’s slave again.”
Zhang Qian was somewhat unwilling. “What if we pull the ghost out?”
Feng Quan shook his head. “Useless. He’s been dead for a long time. Now it’s just the fierce ghost’s supernatural power maintaining his vitality. Once the fierce ghost leaves him, he’ll become a corpse.”
“And from my observation, this ghost hasn’t fully revived yet. If it detaches from his body, it might evolve into true terror. At that point, even you and I together wouldn’t be its match.”
“Don’t hesitate, do it! Maintain its crashed state.”
The youth still hadn’t given up begging for help. On his numb, shadowy face, only a pair of eyes still held a spark of human nature. His consciousness had long scattered; now only a trace of survival instinct remained. “Save me…”
Even the fierce ghost’s body trembled, as if about to wake up soon.
“Zhang Qian, what are you waiting for!” Feng Quan shouted anxiously. He was now half-paralyzed and couldn’t run even if he wanted to. “Take me and leave! Let this ghostly thing fend for itself.”
After struggling for a long time, the fierce ghost suddenly knelt down with a thud. A tear streaked across the youth’s cheek. “Save me…”
“Still conscious.” Zhang Qian went behind the youth and kicked him to the ground. “Then there’s still hope.”
“I don’t know much about ghost controllers anyway, so I’ll go by feeling.” Zhang Qian raised his sandbag-sized iron fist, true qi wrapping around it to form a layer of armor, and smashed it fiercely into the fierce ghost’s nape.
“Effective.” After one punch, the fierce ghost actually bent downward a bit. Zhang Qian pressed the advantage. “Might hurt a little; endure it.”
Thus, under Feng Quan’s shocked gaze, he punched again and again, beating the fierce ghost back into the youth’s body until the fierce ghost completely vanished.
No, not vanished.
The fierce ghost actually passed through the clothes, turning into a tattoo covering the whole body, ferociously imprinted on the youth’s back, as if wanting to burst out.
However, its revival level had been beaten into the negatives by Zhang Qian’s iron fists. As long as the youth didn’t borrow the fierce ghost’s power in the future, he would definitely live longer than Feng Quan.
With Zhang Qian’s final punch landing, the youth on the ground actually spat out a large pool of bruised blood, then gasped heavily.
“Alive?”
“It actually worked! You saved him and suppressed the fierce ghost revival!” Feng Quan’s excitement was beyond words.
Fierce ghost revival was a problem all ghost controllers faced. An ability to stably suppress fierce ghost revival with such a good effect—if word got out, it would probably cause a major earthquake. But Zhang Qian would also experience fierce ghost revival himself, so the quota for suppression was definitely limited.
Feng Quan thought a lot in his mind, but said, “Can you try it on me too?”
“Sure, that’s easy.” Zhang Qian agreed readily, picking up Feng Quan like a chick and casually landing a heavy punch on his abdomen.
“!” Feng Quan was bent into a bow by the punch. After landing, he knelt on the ground retching nonstop, but his voice was filled with utter joy. “Hahaha, urp, it really works, urp~”
He lifted his arm; the misted area on it had stopped. Unable to contain his excitement, he looked at Zhang Qian. “Quick quick quick, give me another punch.”
“This effect is so good?” Zhang Qian suddenly thought of a way to make money. “Experience session over. Formal treatment costs one ghost.”
“Fuck, this black?”
“Treat or not?”
“Fuck,” Feng Quan looked at his arm. “Treat. Pay you after we get out.”
“Alrighty, Zhang-style massage, guaranteed satisfaction.”
Not far away, the youth lying like a corpse on the ground twitched.
Where is this?
Am I not dead yet…
Zhang Han groggily opened his eyes and saw the most shocking scene of his life.
A handsome youth in his twenties was punching and kicking a forty-year-old middle-aged man, who was extremely happy about it, offering his left cheek after the right, not satisfied even after his face swelled into a pig head.
He didn’t dare look more and quietly shifted his body to get away from these two lunatics.
“Yo, awake?” Zhang Qian dropped Feng Quan and extended his demonic claws toward Zhang Han. “Any discomfort? Need a couple more punches?”
