Chapter 181: Music Hall
Probably because it has existed for too long a time, the smooth bone stick does not have flesh attached like on a fresh corpse, so naturally there are no foul smells or greasy feelings either.
If he could set aside the psychological factors’ influence, this spine could also be considered a material associated with the supernatural; keeping it might come in handy some day in the future.
He believed that whether used to stew or for refining tools, this aged big bone would be an excellent seasoning.
At the very least, using it as firewood would surely be different from ordinary firewood, right?
“You’re picking up even this kind of thing to take with you?” The mannequin’s one black and one white eyes looked at Zhang Qian speechlessly, thoroughly despising this destitute behavior.
“These things are just maggots from the trash can; what’s so good about picking up the bones on their bodies? Even if there’s supernatural residue left, the amount is definitely very small.”
These head maggots were probably the lowest-level existence on the entire ghost ship; in the mannequin’s view, there really wasn’t anything special about them.
Back then, picking up some supernatural items from the corridor to take away wasn’t much better than picking up trash?
“It’s precisely because it’s weak that I dare to carry it. I’ve already taken enough of those eerie things from the room; I don’t want to die for some unclear reason.” Zhang Qian said casually.
Map, mannequin, ink jade… although these things haven’t shown any backlash yet, things related to the supernatural really are unpredictable.
After all, these things are each more eerie than the last, and their true supernatural strength is still unknown.
In comparison, these headworms are much safer; their main attack method is biting, and that bite can’t even break the mannequin’s skin—the terror level is self-evident.
“Crack—”
After groping around for a bit, Zhang Qian wrapped the spine around his waist, connecting the ends to form a belt.
Besides being somewhat cold, there was nothing particularly special about it.
But associating it with his own shape, Zhang Qian felt a bit strange in his heart.
Tattered outer clothes, a loose belt, holding a rotten doll and a broken wooden stick in hand… even a scavenger wouldn’t be this miserable, right?
“Poor… If I were from a cultivation immortality family, why would I need to pick up trash here? Even just honestly lying at home digesting resources would allow smooth growth.” Zhang Qian sighed.
Second generation of supernatural like Wang Cha Ling were so comfortable; merely an ordinary person yet able to control such strong supernatural power.
Unfortunately, Zhang Qian was very certain his background was just an ordinary family; before he truly practiced qi, his parents had even sent him to a sanatorium, which didn’t look at all like they knew about the supernatural circle.
Fortunately, his luck was still pretty good; dealing with these ghostly things every day without losing his little life.
He hoped this time he could continue to be lucky as always…
Retracting his thoughts, Zhang Qian bent down and grabbed the mannequin back into his hand.
“I can walk by myself…”
The mannequin instinctively wanted to struggle, but Zhang Qian mercilessly slapped its forehead, “Don’t move around, or if I go blind, I won’t take responsibility.”
“You… hiss—” Before the mannequin finished speaking, Zhang Qian’s action stuffed the words back into its throat.
The discomfort of true qi entering its body made its body stiffen for a moment, but before it could react, Zhang Qian was already done.
“Done.” Zhang Qian said easily.
Opening his hand, a white ball was quietly lying in his palm.
He’d seen this thing many times already, so Zhang Qian just checked if the eyeball was damaged, and after confirming it was fine, he casually put it away.
The mannequin watched Zhang Qian’s actions, reluctantly shifting its gaze away from in front of its pocket.
Not giving up, it suggested again: “We’ll definitely encounter other fierce ghosts on the rest of the way; it’s still not too safe for you alone. How about giving me the eyeball, so we can watch out for each other.”
“Moreover, our goal is both to leave the ghost ship; in that situation just now, I didn’t betray you either, so you should be able to trust me a little, right?”
Don’t think the mannequin was very enthusiastic about killing the headworms just now; in reality, it was all thanks to the ghost eye’s supernatural power. If relying solely on the mannequin’s own ability, it probably wouldn’t even know how it got eaten.
As for the mannequin’s own ability, the activation conditions are quite harsh, unlikely to work on these active fierce ghosts.
“We’ll talk about it if there’s a chance; if needed, I’ll naturally give it back to you.” Zhang Qian wasn’t moved by the mannequin.
If the mannequin could act more normally, he would be willing to give it the ghost eye, but the problem is that the mannequin would show signs of losing control unknowingly.
This loss of control even the mannequin itself couldn’t detect; it’s fine when it has no other supernatural on it, but if it gains other fierce ghosts, it would always be a variable.
Even for a fierce ghost like the ghost eye that’s restrained by the ghost mask, Zhang Qian couldn’t feel at ease.
There’s no need to rush this matter; right now, he still needs to figure out what this place is.
Picking up the mannequin and standing, there was still no movement from the surrounding environment.
Just now he had only confirmed there was no danger around; now he was truly observing this huge space in detail.
Yes, huge.
Clearly just the internal space of a ship, yet this room’s floor area was even larger than a large plaza.
Moreover, the room interior had levels; roughly estimating, the room’s highest point was at least over ten meters tall.
Zhang Qian’s position was directly below the room, with that pair of thick wooden doors behind him.
In front of him were rows of red seats descending stepwise.
At the end of the seats was a high platform, with bright red curtains hanging on both sides of the platform.
A music hall, or rather a theater.
Could fierce ghosts appreciate opera too?
“How about it? Does anything come to mind?” Zhang Qian lifted the mannequin up, holding it in the air and scanning around twice.
Seeing the mannequin’s one eye blinking as if it couldn’t see clearly, Zhang Qian curiously grabbed its head and knocked on it.
A clattering sound came from inside, like a small ball inside a box.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you put the eyeball back right now.” Zhang Qian said enthusiastically.
Hearing this, the mannequin hurriedly waved its little short arms, “Will healing it be too troublesome? How about just installing the ghost eye instead; that would be more convenient.”
“Heh, you can rest assured; I do have some experience as a doctor.” Zhang Qian weighed the wooden stick in his hand.
“When I used to treat and save people before, it was all about speed; now with tools, it’ll absolutely satisfy you.”
“Wait!” Before Zhang Qian’s wooden stick could fall, the mannequin sternly stopped him.
Then, without waiting for Zhang Qian to respond, it twisted its head and shook a few times, and that eyeball obediently rolled back into the eye socket.
The mannequin said seriously: “It works really fast; Doctor Zhang truly has miraculous healing hands.”
