Chapter 209: Separated
“True Qi seems to really have the ability to heal the body.”
Zhang Qian sized up the waiter, nodding secretly to himself.
This guy now looks a bit disheveled, but that’s only appearance-wise; there are no obvious external wounds on his body at all.
This suggests that his own deduction seems correct.
The previous attack from the severed limb ghost had left a huge wound on Zhang Qian, with a large chunk of flesh gouged out. During that time, forget intense confrontation—even moving was somewhat inconvenient.
Normally, it wouldn’t be strange for such an injury to take months to recover from, and it was almost certain to leave a scar.
But strangely, Zhang Qian had only been unconscious for a while, and that shocking wound vanished into thin air.
Even the skin became smooth as new, with no trace of any injury.
If not for the big hole in his clothes that hadn’t disappeared, Zhang Qian would probably suspect he had hallucinated and only gotten injured in the illusion.
Such a large wound couldn’t have healed on its own; there must have been some unnatural force acting on it.
At first, Zhang Qian suspected the supernatural items on his body, and even the ghost map was one of the suspects.
But he gradually ruled them out later.
After thinking it over, the problem was probably with himself.
True Qi was obviously the most likely option.
“It was just a deduction at first, but now it’s verified on the waiter.” Zhang Qian was fairly satisfied with this result.
To verify this guess, Zhang Qian had already done quite a few experiments on the waiter’s body.
His previous actions weren’t meaningless; they seemed like venting anger on the waiter for revenge, but actually, it was mostly for experiments to study the limit of True Qi’s healing.
And the conclusion… there is no limit.
The waiter had many wounds on his body before, but now whether it’s the bruises left by the wooden stick, the skin torn open by the severed limb ghost, or even the palm where all the bones were crushed, everything has recovered as new.
“I don’t know if the waiter died when I twisted his neck; otherwise, I could further explore the range of what can be healed.”
No choice, since the waiter is currently one of a kind.
Not only are experiments needed on him, but he’ll also be needed to ask for directions later; it would be troublesome if he accidentally got killed.
Zhang Qian just stared at the waiter in thought for a moment, but the waiter was quite frightened by his gaze.
Thinking he had violated some taboo again, to preserve his life, he hunched his shoulders and said cautiously, “Sir? Whatever you need done, just tell me. I’ll go through fire and water, give it my all.”
The waiter didn’t dare say things like “I’d face death unflinchingly”; if Zhang Qian really wanted him to commit suicide, even if terrified, he’d probably still attempt some resistance.
As for other things, as long as it doesn’t kill him, it’s fine.
Seeing the waiter’s cowardly look, Zhang Qian couldn’t help but find it a bit funny. Now the waiter didn’t look like a turtle anymore, but his shifty, rat-like eyes made him look even more sleazy.
“Relax, I don’t need you to help with anything difficult. Just answer a few questions honestly.” Zhang Qian said.
Get out of here first; as for True Qi’s healing ability, overthinking it won’t help.
Anyway, as long as it works, the principle can’t be figured out in a short time.
Besides, a cultivator being able to self-heal isn’t strange, right? Shouldn’t it be basic?
Compared to the seniors’ blood rebirth or creating something from nothing, his ability to regrow severed limbs is still far behind.
“Sir, ask away. I absolutely won’t hide anything; even news about the ghost restaurant, I can tell you.” The waiter quickly assured.
Whether those previous experiences were real or fake, now he didn’t have the guts to quibble with Zhang Qian.
What if the other got unhappy and gave him another death combo?
“Ghost restaurant matters can wait.”
Zhang Qian gestured with both hands and asked the waiter, “When I came, I brought a mannequin doll about the size of a seven- or eight-year-old child. Where is that thing now?”
All his other things were still there: white bone belt, envelope, handgun… they were all obediently in his pocket when he woke up.
Only the mannequin was nowhere to be found; who knows where it went with the ghost map.
Though the restaurant wasn’t large, Zhang Qian hadn’t found anything after scanning around earlier.
“Doll?” The waiter racked his brains.
What doll? Never seen it… but he felt telling the truth would upset Zhang Qian, and that would mean bad luck for him.
Quietly observing Zhang Qian’s expression, the waiter still didn’t dare lie. His legs went soft, and he knelt neatly on the ground. “Sir, forgive me!”
Whether it was his fault or not, kneel first.
“You’ve seen it?” Zhang Qian pressed.
The waiter shook his head sincerely. “No, in fact, this place isn’t open to the public. In decades, you’re the only one who’s come here.”
“If you haven’t seen it, why make such a fuss.” Zhang Qian said speechlessly.
He had thought the mannequin was caught by the waiter and made into one of those dozens of dishes earlier and eaten.
“I failed in my duties and was scared.” The waiter tried to widen his eyes to show his innocent gaze.
Zhang Qian thought his eyes were uncomfortable and slapped the back of his head, shaking the dust out of his eyes.
Then he continued asking, “Do you know where it went? We left through the same exit; why did we suddenly separate?”
“I don’t kn…”
The waiter rubbed the back of his head about to answer, but felt like saying “I don’t know” three times seemed uncooperative, so he changed to a more tactful phrasing. “I’m not very sure.”
“So you have a guess? Tell me.” Zhang Qian nodded.
“Sir, if I’m not mistaken, your companion isn’t human, right?” The waiter thought for a moment and confirmed with Zhang Qian.
“Mm.”
There was no need to hide this, so Zhang Qian admitted it straightforwardly.
The waiter nodded. “Then it’s not strange. The ghost restaurant isn’t for just anyone. In fact, this place is only open to customers.”
“And these customers must be ghost controllers. Others, whether fierce ghosts or ordinary people, can’t enter. So the mannequin you mentioned probably failed to enter the ghost restaurant and fell somewhere else.”
At this point, the waiter paused and finally said regretfully, “As for where it fell, I actually can’t be sure. Though I’ve been here a long time, I’ve never left this place.”
