Chapter 188: Ineffective Attack
Standing on this spacious empty stage, Zhang Qian was somewhat dazed as he surveyed the surrounding environment.
This place left no impression in his memory, and he couldn’t even recall how he had arrived at this strange location.
After scanning around, the general situation inside the music hall had already been taken in by his eyes.
“A fairly large music hall, the empty seats below don’t seem unusual, but these things on the stage are somewhat strange.”
A child’s corpse, a piano automatically playing music, and a figure dancing along with the sound of the piano…
Yes, in this place that seemed like a murder scene, there was actually a long-haired dancer swaying to the music.
Her face was hidden among the strands of hair, and even occasional glimpses couldn’t make it clear. It was impossible to determine her beauty or ugliness, only confirming that it was a woman’s face.
Swaying her posture with the music, the dancer’s actions were very focused, seemingly completely unaware of Zhang Qian’s existence, only wanting to complete that high-difficulty dance.
Even with no audience below the stage, her actions remained meticulous, her quick footsteps thudding loudly on the wooden floor.
If there were a spike on the ground, it would probably give a surprise to her barefoot steps.
Putting away the evil thoughts in his mind, Zhang Qian had no intention of disturbing her for the time being.
Although his memory had issues, it was still better to leave this eerie environment first.
Ignoring the fully automatic high-tech piano beside him, Zhang Qian tiptoed, wanting to sneak quietly toward below the stage.
As for probing information from the dancer in front of him…
Don’t joke, could someone dancing at a murder scene be normal?
Probably some psychopathic killer, right?
Moreover, that gorgeous palace gown long skirt didn’t look like modern clothing at all, and Zhang Qian even questioned whether this dancer was human.
If he rashly approached and she revealed her true form and smothered him, where could he go to reason?
But while Zhang Qian wanted to leave, the dancer had no intention of letting him go just like that.
Although Zhang Qian had tried his best to make no sound, his actions still caught the attention of that eerie figure.
Amid leaps and spins, the dancer seemed to cross space, flashing a few times to block the stage exit.
After gracefully dancing a few circles, she had already stopped in front of Zhang Qian.
Immediately after, she extended one hand toward Zhang Qian.
As if possessed, Zhang Qian also raised his left hand, seemingly bewitched by the dancer, wanting to clasp hands with her.
However, the next moment.
“Ya shi la ni!”
The wooden stick that had been waiting for a long time suddenly swung out, smashing toward the dancer’s delicate cheek.
Dancing was fine, but this kind of inappropriate activity should be avoided.
Zhang Qian, who had long recovered his consciousness, showed no mercy, thick true qi wrapping the big stick, his waist and horse united as if intending to smash the dancer to death with one strike.
Although he didn’t know why, this time Zhang Qian shook off the control faster than the previous time in the aisle.
Clearly this stage was closer to the center of the attack, yet such a strange thing had happened.
It was as if his body had begun to adapt to such attacks, even developing antibodies.
But whether it was his own supernatural power or the effect of the items on him, being able to break free from control ahead of time was a good thing.
Thus, Zhang Qian simply pretended to be affected, waiting for a long time for a chance to strike.
After all, the dancer’s movements were too fast, flitting around like a large moth, and Zhang Qian couldn’t guarantee he could definitely hit her.
Almost the instant he extended his left hand, the wooden stick in his right hand struck first, smacking the top of the dancer’s head.
However, this long-planned attack achieved no effect; the true qi wrapped on the wooden stick seemed unable to affect the dancer, or rather, it hadn’t hit at all.
The wooden stick passed straight through the middle of the dancer’s head, and during that time Zhang Qian felt no sensation of hitting a solid object, as if this strike had been swung in mid-air.
Just a phantom?
Zhang Qian’s eyes trembled, and the action in his hand immediately changed.
The wooden stick in mid-air was withdrawn, held horizontally in front of his chest, vigilant against the dancer’s next action.
Since he could already overcome negative effects like memory loss, the difficulty of resisting it should be much lower.
Suddenly, the dancer’s mouth opened.
Without any other movements, an incomprehensible singing emanated from her throat.
Cautiously checking his own condition, Zhang Qian detected no signs of being attacked.
The singing continued, and as Zhang Qian slowly retreated, he observed the surroundings, fearing some ghostly thing might sneak attack from behind.
But not looking was fine; once he looked, his heart chilled by half.
The hall that had been very empty moments ago was now filled with audience at some point, all turning toward the stage in unison, seemingly appreciating the performance on stage.
But the dancer’s dance had been interrupted by Zhang Qian, so their gazes shifted to Zhang Qian, the culprit.
Being stared at by these dense cold lines of sight, even Zhang Qian couldn’t help but tense up, goosebumps rising on his body.
This number was too much.
The first-floor hall was packed with hundreds of seats full, and the positions on other floors were also filled to capacity.
Just a few seconds of averted gaze, where had these things come from?
Not to mention him alone; even if more helpers were brought, they couldn’t overcome such a large number of fierce ghosts, right?
“No, these things don’t seem like real fierce ghosts?”
As the initial shock faded, Zhang Qian instantly noticed something off.
These people did have stiff expressions, surrounded by deathly aura, definitely related to supernatural, absolutely not living humans.
The sense of crisis a single figure brought to Zhang Qian wasn’t strong, not like a fierce ghost, but more like a ghost slave.
To summon so many ghost slaves on the ghost ship, the supernatural power required was probably no small amount…
While Zhang Qian was observing these figures, pairs of hollow, lifeless eyes regarded Zhang Qian this anomaly without any emotion.
However, they showed no intention of attacking.
Because from the audience’s perspective, there was no living human on the stage, just a strangely aura’d, light-cluster-like figure.
Oh, there seemed to be a dead-or-alive waste lying in the corner.
But in the audience’s view, the two had little difference, both vastly different from humans, not arousing any interest in attacking.
Gradually, those lines of sight slowly shifted away from Zhang Qian, returning to the dancer.
The dancer now stopped moving, standing in place singing along with the music’s accompaniment, emitting an ethereal singing.
