Chapter 18: Lord Of A Hundred Ghosts
“Why did you run so far?” Zhang Qian disassembled the bones and found that no matter what, they couldn’t fit into the box, so he simply dumped them all into the backpack.
“No matter, where do we go now to find that so-called boss?” Feng Quan looked at the idling tattoo master, “This guy doesn’t seem to have any intelligence.”
“It means we were misled by the waiter. He said the tattoo master might know where the boss is, not that he definitely knows.” Zhang Qian helplessly spread his hands. He hadn’t expected to be deceived either. It seemed he needed to be more cautious in the future.
Feng Quan nodded thoughtfully, “Then should we leave first and then find this boss’s position?”
Zhang Qian pointed at the ceiling, “Who says we have to go find him? Can’t he come find us? You’ve noticed it too, right? This place is absolutely no ordinary supernatural land. The one who created it must be a genius of the era. Since it’s under his control, he should be able to see everything we do, so if he wants to meet us, he shouldn’t need us to go looking.”
After waiting a while, the surroundings remained completely quiet.
Zhang Qian continued, “But he might have some concerns and not dare to meet us. After all, we carry a delivery mission. Maybe this fierce ghost tattoo parlor isn’t as good as the ghost post office?”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the room used for tattooing suddenly shattered. The furniture and walls cracked like mirrors, revealing a deep darkness.
“Hehe, you don’t think the goading tactic would work, do you?” An elderly voice came from the darkness. “This old man will now show you the true strength of the tattoo parlor!”
This darkness seemed to have a suppressing power. Not only could Zhang Qian not mobilize his true qi, but even Feng Quan and their fierce ghosts fell into silence.
Zhang Qian looked around but couldn’t pierce the darkness to find the mastermind behind it.
But a huge vermilion coffin emerged from the darkness on its own. A beam of green light hit it, illuminating relief carvings of hundreds of sinister fierce ghosts.
The fierce ghosts devoutly kowtowed, as if worshiping some great existence.
Pitch black ink seeped out from the parlor, turning into dense iron chains that extended deep into the darkness, occasionally transmitting a few terrifying sounds.
A white light flashed, illuminating only the tip of the iceberg in the darkness, yet it made Zhang Qian’s eyes widen.
Each iron chain was actually connected to a fierce ghost. Their chilling terrifying aura was even stronger than that of a rampaging swollen ghost controller. Not a single one was something he could handle now.
“Hundred Ghosts Pulling the Coffin, what a grand move.” Zhang Qian came back to his senses and sincerely praised, “To think a ghost controller could reach this level.”
This method was practically like the legendary ghost king, transcending the realm of ordinary monsters.
“Youngster, now do you understand who is stronger?” The voice of the old man in the parlor was somewhat smug. The iron chains trembled slightly, as if he really cared about losing in comparison to the ghost post office.
Zhang Qian nodded repeatedly, “Indeed eye-opening. May I know senior’s esteemed name?”
“Hmph, this old man’s name is Xun Can.” Xun Can seemed to have opened the floodgates and began boasting, “Back then, that old guy Luo Wensong thought this old man was wrong, but facts prove I was right.”
“The young ghost controllers nowadays are so weak; they haven’t even heard of the tattoo parlor’s name. Good thing I prepared early and kept a batch of seeds. Once they emerge, they can sweep away the supernatural again.”
Zhang Qian nodded thoughtfully. So the master of the post office was named Luo Wensong…
He didn’t refute Xun Can’s words but instead went along with them, praising, “I see. Surely the ghost post office’s setup isn’t as grand as senior’s.”
“Not bad, you have vision. That ghost post office naturally isn’t as good as mine.” Xun Can’s coffin lid shook a bit. It had been a long time since he met such an understanding junior; he was even tempted to come out for a face-to-face talk.
However, Xun Can ultimately steadied his emotions. His current state wasn’t good; leaving the coffin was easy, but returning would be hard.
“I’d like to hear the details.” Zhang Qian followed his lead.
“I laugh at Luo Wensong’s lack of wisdom; the ghost post office lacks strategy.” Xun Can’s voice was somewhat proud. “Luo Wensong is just a brute who used force to set up that so-called ghost post office. He calls it suppressing the supernatural, but in truth, he’s trapping himself, unable to leave the post office even half a step. The supernatural outside is like a tidal wave; how could one man’s power shake it?”
At this point, the iron chains flew up and down, and Xun Can’s voice grew agitated. “They even treat me as a heretic, but time will prove I’m right. Youngster, as a messenger, you naturally know this old guy forces ordinary people to contact the supernatural to cultivate new ghost controllers. Isn’t that just filling the supernatural’s gaps with human lives?”
Zhang Qian pondered inwardly, “From this, both sides seem to have good intentions, but the results are unsatisfactory. Those sealed ghost controllers in the tattoo parlor can no longer be called human, and their resurgence wouldn’t come without sacrificing ordinary lives either.”
“The ghost post office recruits messengers to cultivate ghost controllers. But after all these years, who knows what level they’ve produced. And this difficulty is way too high; even the veteran ghost controllers from headquarters are trapped, with plenty of other casualties.”
Seeing Zhang Qian silent for a long time, Xun Can impatiently swung the iron chains. “Youngster, which method do you think is better, the tattoo parlor or the ghost post office?”
Neither feels very good.
But Zhang Qian knew saying that out loud would probably mean his end today.
So he pulled out a red envelope. “This junior dares not comment on the decisions of you two seniors. Why don’t you two old folks chat it out slowly yourselves?”
“How could you possibly have that thing!” Xun Can’s calm voice suddenly turned panicked. He hadn’t noticed Zhang Qian carrying this death warrant before, or he absolutely wouldn’t have shown himself.
The iron chains clattered back from the darkness, whipping toward the envelope in Zhang Qian’s hand with immense force.
“Pa!”
The iron chain smashed down heavily, but the envelope remained intact.
That red letter was like an insurmountable chasm separating the two sides into different worlds. No matter how Xun Can attacked, it was unaffected.
“Dong, dong dong…”
A eerie knocking sound came from the envelope.
The darkness suddenly collapsed and shrank, gathering into phantoms like doors. These doors spread and multiplied crazily like copy-pasting, instantly turning into an endless ocean.
The darkness was completely devoured, and the surrounding space instead filled with hazy gray light.
Those ferocious terrifying fierce ghosts, losing their suppression, began to stir one by one. Unfortunately, the nearby doors opened and closed once, sending them to unknown spaces.
The supernatural space here seemed unable to bear the weight of these doors and began shattering layer by layer.
Dim, wilderness, endless corridor…
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Qian passed through several worlds until he suddenly returned to the tattoo parlor’s entrance.
He seemed to vaguely hear Xun Can’s roar, “Luo Wensong, fuck your ancestors!”
