Chapter 207: Reversal
No way!
I absolutely cannot fall here!
The waiter’s eyes were once again filled with fighting spirit, as if a nameless blaze was burning fiercely within them.
No matter what, he was about to make it big in the Ghost Restaurant after enduring hardship for most of his life; how could he fall at this critical moment when he was just about to start enjoying the good life.
If he really gave up like this, wouldn’t all his efforts of the past hundred years be in vain?
“This mere pain, don’t underestimate me…”
Taking a deep breath, the waiter clenched his teeth, his skinny hands propping up the floor desperately.
Bean-sized sweat beads slid from his forehead to the tip of his nose, dripping one by one onto the dust of the floor tiles.
It seemed like he couldn’t hold on anymore…
His brain was stirred into a mess of mush by the intense pain, and the vision in the waiter’s eyes began to show double images.
His skinny arms trembled continuously, but miraculously, his posture was gradually straightening up bit by bit.
Zhang Qian also noticed this strange scene and couldn’t help but suspect if there was a problem with his memory.
What was this situation like the protagonist bursting with power?
If he remembered correctly, this guy should be more like the villain than himself, right?
He couldn’t help but slow down the action in his hand, staring at this guy whose aura had suddenly changed, hesitating over which step had gone wrong.
“Something’s off… According to the feeling transmitted back from the Ghost Hand, this waiter is only a bit stronger than an ordinary person; he shouldn’t have the ability to fight back…” Zhang Qian frowned.
When he had fled from the back kitchen to this restaurant earlier, Zhang Qian had noticed quite a few changes on the waiter.
Although the voice was still the same, his appearance no longer resembled a Fierce Ghost; he looked more like a skinny, sleazy middle-aged man.
Could there be some hidden trump card that he hadn’t discovered? This guy wouldn’t have saved up something big for him, would he?
But that change seemed not just in appearance; it was more like he had been completely replaced. There were no traces of supernatural power in his body, so what could he use to launch an attack?
Before Zhang Qian could think further, the waiter had already straightened his trembling body and stood up by pushing against the nearby table.
Then, he slowly turned his body and stared straight at Zhang Qian sitting on the table.
Zhang Qian tried to guess what this guy wanted to do, but the waiter’s eyes were really too small; eyes smaller than a one-yuan coin made it impossible to see the expression in them clearly.
The True Qi at the ankle flashed and then disappeared.
A thin, invisible mask condensed on his face. Although it hadn’t appeared yet, it could launch an attack in just an instant.
No matter what the situation was, being prepared was never a bad thing.
“Bang!”
The waiter’s knees gave way, and he heavily knelt on the ground.
Zhang Qian was startled by this movement and momentarily couldn’t figure out what move this was.
But immediately after, the waiter clasped his hands in a fist and said in a trembling voice: “Honored guest, I apologize to you here. It was my fault earlier for being blinded by greed. I hope you, as a great man, will not hold this petty grudge and spare my lowly life…”
With that, he bent at the waist and prostrated himself on the ground, completely without any psychological burden.
Just kowtowing once; as long as he could survive, it wasn’t a big deal. Anyway, he had kowtowed plenty of times before becoming a ghost, so one more wasn’t anything.
“Oh, so that’s what you were going to do.” Zhang Qian immediately lost interest and turned to deal with the chain at his ankle.
The derived Ghost Hand hadn’t been withdrawn; it just slightly relaxed its grip.
That bone-piercing pain eased, and the waiter couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, these people couldn’t resist sweet talk; a couple of words and they softened.
But no matter what, this life should be safe now…
As he was thinking this, a wave of helplessness suddenly swept through his entire body from his ankle. Before the waiter could figure out what was happening, his vision went black, and he collapsed on the ground.
Zhang Qian glanced at him to confirm the guy wasn’t pretending to be asleep, then ignored him.
Since there was no supernatural power in his body, it was better to use the Ghost Hand’s Suppression to control him.
After all, he was still somewhat restrained right now; if something unexpected happened, he would inevitably be too busy dealing with it.
The restaurant fell into silence for a moment.
Then two consecutive cracking sounds rang out.
“Done.”
Tearing off the last two shackles, Zhang Qian leaped down from the table and landed on the floor.
Just as he wanted to deal with the waiter on the ground, the corner of his eye suddenly caught something strange.
He slowly walked toward the table that had just bound him.
The material of this table was different from the wooden tables in the restaurant; it was made of pure metal, and its smooth reflective surface could even mirror the scenes in the restaurant.
But Zhang Qian’s attention wasn’t on that; he just touched one corner of the tabletop with slight puzzlement.
Several pieces of metal debris immediately scattered to the ground, falling one after another.
And this time, Zhang Qian hadn’t even used any strength, because it was already covered in large and small cracks.
“This position… seems to be where the right hand was earlier.” Gesturing it out, a trace of seriousness appeared on Zhang Qian’s face.
He definitely hadn’t used any supernatural power at the time; he had just simply touched the tabletop.
But the Severed Limb Ghost’s supernatural power had still affected the tabletop.
The supernatural power was out of control?
Casually stroking another intact spot on the tabletop, in just a moment, cracks crawled out from under his palm in all directions.
“Free supernatural power is indeed not that easy to obtain…” Zhang Qian murmured.
Uncontrolled supernatural power—how similar was it to those Ghost Controllers on the verge of losing control?
For now, it was just launching attacks uncontrollably; would the next step be backlash against himself, eroding deeper and deeper?
Lifting his hand in front of his eyes, whether due to psychological influence or not, those crimson cracks on it seemed even deeper.
Under the light, these marks even shimmered with an amber-like hue, not like wounds but more like some kind of ornament.
Probingly touching his body, no attack wounds appeared.
Zhang Qian’s mood relaxed slightly. “The situation shouldn’t be too serious yet; I can find a way to remove it later.”
Removing it shouldn’t be too hard either. Based on the experience with the Ghost Hand’s black lines, he just needed to drag out the Severed Limb Ghost and let it be swallowed.
But while it was easy to say, it wasn’t that simple to do. That Fierce Ghost was locked in the room deep in the aisle; after so much time, it had probably already been taken back into the supernatural space.
Finding that Fierce Ghost again would be as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.
“Whatever, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
Shaking his head, Zhang Qian temporarily put the matter aside and stopped thinking about it.
Debts don’t weigh down the body; a Severed Limb Ghost that might resurgence was no big deal at all.
Walking up to the prostrated waiter, Zhang Qian poked him a few times with the wooden stick in his hand.
“Stop playing dead; get up quickly.”
