Chapter 192: Accident
This thing was actually harder than imagined.
Zhang Qian’s eyebrows twitched. Although the wooden stick in his hand wasn’t some divine weapon, it was at least capable of beating Limb Ghosts and Headworms.
This stick only scraped the opponent, which really surprised him a bit.
After all, it was a Fierce Ghost occupying the entire hall; its Supernatural Strength wasn’t comparable to those small fries.
At least the hardness of this turtle shell was probably not weaker than the Ghost Ship’s own defense.
“Try Ghost Hand.”
If hard won’t work, then go soft. Although Ghost Hand’s Suppression ability couldn’t suppress too strong Fierce Ghosts, weakening it a bit was still a bit. At least it could increase Zhang Qian’s chance to break through the defense.
The next moment.
A slightly pale palm pressed on top of the piano.
This arm was no longer like a human’s, emanating a yin-cold Supernatural feeling, as if it had just been stolen from the morgue, with waves of invisible cold air emanating from it.
But soon, this cold air was covered by a layer of grayish-white halo.
True Qi extended slowly downward through Zhang Qian’s arm as the medium, until it fully surged into the piano’s interior.
Compared to Ghost Mask’s barbaric attack intensity, Ghost Hand’s Suppression wasn’t very powerful, but its applicability was more than one level higher.
The main thing was that the Pattern was simple to trigger; anything that could be touched could become the target of attack, without worrying about failing to trigger the Pattern and being able to only stare helplessly.
Among the opponents encountered so far, as long as it was a target that could be touched, Ghost Hand could more or less have some effect.
But such ability lost its effect when facing the piano.
Although True Qi encountered almost no obstruction and smoothly drilled into the piano’s interior, Zhang Qian didn’t feel any sign of the piano’s Supernatural weakening.
“The real core isn’t in the piano, so suppressing this shell has no effect.” Zhang Qian instantly guessed a possibility.
After all, this musical sound didn’t seem related to the piano. Maybe this piano had just become the place where the Fierce Ghost resided, and wasn’t the true Supernatural source.
Suppressing the piano had little meaning, because the Supernatural on the piano wasn’t the source; no matter how much it was suppressed, it would continuously replenish.
But to deal with the thing inside, this turtle shell had to be opened.
Just as Zhang Qian was thinking about how to deal with this thing, his peripheral vision suddenly caught some bad signs.
He saw that on the seats in the hall and even higher floors, the audience like dead people, although they didn’t leave their seats, a few figures had already stood up.
Even the atmosphere of the entire Music Hall became somewhat oppressive, with the lights overhead flickering, as if something bad was about to happen.
And the Dancer’s singing had turned from high-pitched to calm, as if it was almost the end of the song.
On the other side, the mannequin lying on the ground also propped up its body and crawled toward Zhang Qian on all fours.
“Death aura… seems even heavier.”
Casually kicking the mannequin away, Zhang Qian glanced at those audience members under the stage.
If before they just looked a bit listless, now anyone seeing them wouldn’t think they were human.
In Zhang Qian’s perception, the Supernatural Power of these figures was completely different from before, even somewhat exceeding the level Ghost Slaves should have.
This singing not only could strengthen Supernatural Power, but could even turn Ghost Slaves into real Fierce Ghosts?
That effect was too heaven-defying.
“No wonder these guys didn’t move before; they were restrained…”
On those figures that had stood up, Zhang Qian could see a translucent chain.
This chain was very long, winding everywhere and linking all the figures in the Music Hall together.
Just like a Giant Anchor fixing the Ship, the weight of this chain also pressed those audience members into their positions, unable to move.
“With the first one free, the rest of those figures breaking free is probably just a matter of time.”
Zhang Qian immediately stood up, planning to leave this Music Hall.
Even returning to that aisle was better than staying here; at least the stone statues in the aisle had methods to counter them, while the Music Hall was about to turn into a hell of hundreds of ghosts roaring.
Hundreds of Fierce Ghosts—if not considering the older generation’s monsters—could probably flip the entire world; Zhang Qian didn’t think he could withstand it.
Although he didn’t have the Fierce Ghost Revival troubles like normal Ghost Controllers, two fists couldn’t beat four hands; facing so many Fierce Ghosts, he couldn’t defend against everything.
Once he slipped up, he’d probably be gnawed until not even scraps remained.
As for the mannequin, just keep it nearby to see if it had the luck to survive.
“This is?”
Just as Zhang Qian was about to bend down to grab the mannequin, he suddenly noticed something wrong; the hand that had just pressed on the piano’s surface was actually covered in black wood chips.
Looking again at the top of the piano, there was a very obvious palm print.
The size of this palm print matched Zhang Qian’s left hand perfectly; the inside was no longer smooth and flat, but filled with large and small cracks.
It seemed to be the Remains Ghost’s ability… but why?
Looking at his hands.
Dense crimson blood lines like tattoos or wounds crawled over every inch of skin from fingertips to elbows.
These were the scars left after fighting the Remains Ghost; although the body had healed, such strange marks remained.
“What is this? Steal? Infect?” Zhang Qian was somewhat puzzled.
Somehow, he thought of the time in the sanatorium when he first contacted a Fierce Ghost.
That time after contacting Ghost Hand, a black line had also grown on his arm, but after Zhang Qian devoured Ghost Hand, that black line disappeared on its own.
“That time Ghost Hand’s Supernatural Erosion entered my body, and this time the Remains Ghost’s Supernatural directly affected the arm.”
And that time he could easily deal with Ghost Hand seemed also because of that black line’s influence.
Thinking this way, the two situations seemed to have something in common.
Could True Qi replicate the Fierce Ghost’s ability after contacting it?
It was indeed possible, after all…
“The Dao begets One, One begets Two, Two begets Three, Three begets all things… Supernatural is also part of this world; True Qi being able to imitate seems only natural.”
Maybe running True Qi in different ways to achieve different effects was what the previous Sect moves were?
Zhang Qian felt ashamed; unexpectedly, his body’s instincts understood Cultivate Immortality better than he did. He himself hadn’t developed the true mysteries of True Qi, somewhat wasting it.
The body’s self-healing and this imitation of the Fierce Ghost both showed that True Qi was absolutely not just for brute force miracles.
If there was a chance, he might need to find time to properly develop True Qi’s uses.
