Chapter 230: Easy
The vast mist lingered like dark clouds, refusing to dissipate. Beneath the calm water surface, more and more fierce ghosts surged like undercurrents, just waiting for the moment of eruption to completely overturn this city.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
In the thick fog with visibility less than five meters, continuous banging sounds came from a remote alley.
Several figures on the street were clearly right at the alley entrance, yet they acted as if they hadn’t heard the impact sounds at all, showing no desire to investigate. Instead, they leaned against the wall, chatting casually one after another.
“We’ve searched so many places, but still haven’t found any trace of that mirror ghost. Who knows where it ran off to…”
Feng Quan, whose half body was already somewhat blurred, sighed and stared at the hazy sky, lost in thought.
Logically speaking, the ghost ship where Zhang Qian was should be the most dangerous place, after all, that was the origin of everything, and these fierce ghosts were just the small fry that leaked from there.
But for some reason, Feng Quan wasn’t too worried about him.
After all, Zhang Qian had too many mysteries on him. Even if he was deep in desperation, he might not be helpless. On the contrary, that kid Zhang Han…
“He’s still just a newcomer after all. The supernatural event hadn’t even fully erupted back then, and he already went missing.”
The fierce ghost on Zhang Han wasn’t weak, but his experience and methods were still too green. If they couldn’t find him soon, he was probably as good as dead.
“Let’s keep searching; we’ll find some clues eventually.” Xu Zheng comforted from the side.
“At least no team has encountered a similar situation yet, right? Maybe that mirror image ghost has already been dealt with by someone. Maybe Zhang Han is just out of communication.”
A fierce ghost that could perfectly replicate appearance or even the supernatural within a ghost controller was an extremely terrifying existence no matter where it was placed.
Although no one knew what its replication condition was, in this misty environment, it could strike successfully at any uncertain moment.
Although he hadn’t witnessed it personally, Xu Zheng had no reason to doubt that Yue Linhai and Feng Quan would team up to deceive him, so he passed the information up immediately upon receiving it. Now, all they could do was wait.
“One can only hope…” Feng Quan shook his head and said no more.
So much time had already passed that even if the mirror image ghost was imprisoned again, the chance of Zhang Han surviving was minuscule.
The biggest possibility was turning into a ghostly thing like a ghost slave, neither human nor ghost, becoming a slave to the fierce ghost, right?
It was a pity that kid was a reserve team member selected by Zhang Qian, and he actually got along quite well with him.
Xu Zheng was about to say something when Yue Linhai interjected into their conversation with a look of disdain: “Ahem, you should worry about your own situation. Don’t end up with Zhang Qian and the others fine, while you get taken out first.”
At his fingertips, Feng Quan’s half body could no longer maintain human form; his clothes and flesh disappeared as if set ablaze.
However, this burning produced no flames or heat, only continuous mist surging out, wrapping around him and making Yue Linhai feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Feng Quan shook his head: “I’m fine. I just felt that these things are also mist, so I thought maybe my ghost mist could merge into it to get some clues.”
As he spoke, the mist around him twisted for a moment, then slowly gathered back around him.
Unlike the mist spewed from the ghost ship, Feng Quan’s ghost mist was lighter in color. The light gray mist resembled morning mist in the mountains, appearing more ethereal.
The ghost ship’s mist, on the other hand, was very thick. After all, most of it came from the chimney, so it looked very dirty, with a dark gray color similar to the black smoke from incomplete coal combustion.
The two supernaturals had nothing in common except form, so naturally, Feng Quan’s plan failed.
In just a few breaths, the lighter-colored ghost mist had already coalesced back into Feng Quan’s body.
He clenched his right fist; there was no discomfort, just that the ghost mist in his body was slightly restless after this “indulgence,” but fortunately still within a controllable degree.
The banging in the alley also slowly stopped at this moment, replaced by a sound of footsteps approaching from far to near.
The group showed no tension at all, instead looking curiously toward the alley, wondering what kind of fierce ghost it was this time.
“Too weak. Even as a sandbag, this ghost isn’t quite up to par; it really can’t take a beating.”
Accompanied by the youth’s arrogant words, Ye Zhen, dragging a humanoid object behind him, finally appeared in everyone’s line of sight.
“Here, here.”
Xu Zheng didn’t dare to be negligent and immediately took out the prepared golden woven bag, signaling Ye Zhen to throw the fierce ghost in his hand inside.
These ghostly things couldn’t be killed. Although Ye Zhen could make them quiet for a while, using gold to imprison them was more reliable.
However, the pickup truck allocated to their team by headquarters was almost full. They might need to consider returning to the command center to restock new imprisonment containers.
“Don’t be nervous. At least within three days, it won’t have any chance of coming back to life.”
Ye Zhen wasn’t impressed by Xu Zheng’s caution. He casually tossed the fierce ghost aside and swaggered toward the pickup truck, yawning as he walked. “Boring. Let’s head to the next place quick.”
“Coming, coming.” Xu Zheng agreed repeatedly.
As he zipped it up, he curiously glanced inside, and his body involuntarily shivered.
“Sure enough, no matter how many times I see it, I can’t get used to it…”
Ye Zhen’s method of resolving supernatural events was just too brutal. No fancy tricks—just punching the fierce ghosts to “death” one fist at a time—which resulted in the fierce ghosts their team imprisoned being somewhat deformed.
Broken limbs at the roots were basic; the fierce ghost in front of him had been hammered into a ball. If not for the fierce ghost’s sufficiently tough body, Xu Zheng had no doubt it would turn into a pile of meat paste under Ye Zhen’s offensive.
“Simple and brutal… just like Zhang Qian.” Feng Quan suddenly said.
When he first met Zhang Qian, he had suspected if Zhang Qian controlled a boxing ghost. Now it seemed Ye Zhen was the one who fit that description.
Ye Zhen’s supernatural strength was sheer crushing compared to other fierce ghosts, to the point that after the first few, they had no interest in even watching the later ones they encountered.
Anyway, going there would just be watching Ye Zhen brutally beat the fierce ghost; besides taking up space, there was no chance to intervene.
“Bang bang bang!”
After a series of rapid knocking sounds, Ye Zhen withdrew his hand stretched out the window and urged: “I don’t have that much time for you to waste. Since someone doesn’t accept my title as number one in the world, Ye Mouren must slap their faces with results. So can you hurry up? If you keep dragging me down, don’t blame Ye Mouren for being ruthless.”
