Chapter 196: Control
“Indeed, I should give you a ghost, but the eyeball’s effect is too minor in the current situation, so I plan to help you change it for another.” Zhang Qian said seriously.
“Another fierce ghost?”
The mannequin was first stunned, then looked toward the half fierce ghost lying inside the piano.
No way? Zhang Qian is actually this generous?
Although unclear what effect the musical sound emitted from the fierce ghost has, the supernatural strength radiating from its body alone was already very tempting to the mannequin.
Compared to this half fierce ghost, what is the ghost eye?
“Don’t think too much, that thing isn’t something we can touch.” Zhang Qian dispelled the mannequin’s fantasy.
Having finally eliminated the supernatural attack in the musical sound, he didn’t want to let the previous efforts go to waste because of one attempt.
Moreover, Zhang Qian didn’t think the mannequin’s ability could directly control such a strong target; if the mannequin was really put on it, the first to lose control would probably be the mannequin itself.
“Oh.” The mannequin reluctantly withdrew its gaze, “Then what fierce ghost are you talking about?”
“This one.”
As he spoke, Zhang Qian reached into his pocket and took out a dark brown leather map.
“Clang—”
The instant the map was unfolded, something golden fell onto the floor.
Looking closely, Zhang Qian couldn’t help feeling a bit surprised, “That half magazine was pushed out? Looks like the eyeball still refuses to stay quiet inside the gun barrel.”
Without thinking much, he bent down to put the mannequin on the ground, then picked up the magazine and shoved it back into the golden handgun.
But this time Zhang Qian didn’t put the handgun back in his pocket, instead tucking it into the bone belt at his waist.
It fit perfectly, just right.
“This map… you’re willing to give it to me?” The mannequin took the ghost map as if acquiring a treasure, its single eye shining with excitement.
Zhang Qian slapped the back of the mannequin’s head, “Just lending it to you for now, don’t dawdle, quickly try if you can find other exits through the ghost map.”
Compared to a slight increase in combat power, the most important thing for Zhang Qian right now was undoubtedly determining a direction to advance.
Originally, the ghost map should play a big role in such an unknown place, but helplessly, aside from changing content when entering the music hall, pulling it out other times showed an unchanging all-black.
It was simply like it had gone on strike, losing its proper ability.
Giving it to the mannequin now was also an attempt, after all, the mannequin had human consciousness and might be able to better utilize the ghost map’s ability.
“Okay.”
Even after being hit on the head, the mannequin couldn’t hide its excitement, grabbing the two corners of the ghost map with both hands and shaking it, like sorting out a wrinkled leather jacket.
Soon the mannequin found the right angle, and then its action changed; with a side turn, it draped the ghost map over its back like putting on a cape.
The instant its back touched the ghost map, the mannequin’s ability silently activated.
Under the influence of this unknown supernatural force, the originally angular ghost map surprisingly began to deform slowly.
Like it had been boiled in hot water, the map’s material gradually softened, actually bending over like a piece of clothing, wrapping around the mannequin’s torso.
Moreover, the map’s thickness was gradually thinning, or rather, the map was gradually sinking into the mannequin’s body.
Soon, the map was left with only a thin layer, seemingly completely fused with the mannequin; at the edges, aside from the color differing from the mannequin’s own skin, not even a single bump could be found.
As if this special skin had originally grown on the mannequin’s body.
And on the side neither Zhang Qian nor the mannequin could see, that is, the surface of the ghost map used for imaging.
The pitch black ink instinctively flowed for a moment, then suddenly stagnated.
The mannequin’s bunched-up expression immediately relaxed, revealing a humanized look of delight.
Zhang Qian noticed this change and quickly asked: “How’s the situation?”
“Indeed, we need to leave from the main entrance, but we can’t just walk out casually like this.” The mannequin said solemnly.
“We must use the correct identity through the correct location to enter the correct portal. Although our identities have issues, those figures have things symbolizing identity on them; we just need to Rob them over.”
Strangely, after the mannequin controlled the ghost map, it didn’t sense anything like a map; instead, the method to leave the music hall directly appeared in its mind.
Perhaps the
However, thinking about these things now is useless. More audience members who stood up after this delay have appeared. Leaving the music hall as soon as possible using this method is the most important thing.
“A thing symbolizing identity?” Zhang Qian asked doubtfully.
The mannequin nodded. “Actually, it’s just those people’s clothes. We just need to take them off and wear them on our bodies. Only by wearing their clothes to open the main entrance can we leave from here.”
“This pattern feels a bit pervert…” Zhang Qian muttered, but now in order to survive he couldn’t care less.
Jumped down from the stage with the mannequin.
His gaze shifted around, and Zhang Qian casually walked toward the nearby seat.
As the distance closed in, the clinking sound of the iron chain also became more obvious.
It was only then that Zhang Qian noticed that the iron chain seemed to be entwined with some unknown plants, somewhat like seaweed from the depths of the ocean, with some water stains on them, making the entire chain look somewhat damp.
It couldn’t really be the anchor of the ghost ship, could it…
Without thinking too much, Zhang Qian stood firm and confirmed: “So how can we take off their clothes? Just do it directly?”
The mannequin affirmed: “Yes, just pick one you like and take off one piece of clothing. It works for both men and women; there’s no difference.”
“Alright.”
After thinking about it, Zhang Qian still chose a seated audience member.
At least this guy looks relatively well-behaved, unlike the neighboring country that’s so aggressive and menacing.
However, when he reached out his hand, he failed to grab any thing, and instead directly passed through the figure in front of him.
“That dancer…”
The familiar feeling immediately made Zhang Qian think of the previous experience of the attack on the dancer. The existence of both seemed somewhat similar; likewise, they passed through the body and could not be touched.
Luckily, this audience member merely stared coldly at Zhang Qian, with both hands bound and unable to fight back.
Perhaps it’s because the audience sitting like this has insufficient supernatural strength, and is still just a phantom?
Having a guess in his heart, Zhang Qian turned his head sideways to look at the youth dressed in fine clothes nearby.
Without much hesitation, he raised his hand and tugged at the jacket on its body.
Zhang Qian raised his eyebrows. “It’s really because of the supernatural strength? Then thank you for your selfless dedication.”
