Chapter 235: Old Matters
“Have you finally made up your mind?”
Amid the continuous sound of waves, an aged voice seemed to ring in Zhang Qian’s ear, awakening his consciousness that was as if in a coma.
He really got hit.
He had just flipped open the book in his hand, and suddenly his vision went black…
Although he knew there was a high probability of something going wrong, this irresistible sudden situation was still a bit annoying.
Zhang Qian, feeling somewhat speechless in his heart, opened his eyes, just in time to see a bright orange light beam sweeping over, blocking his line of sight.
It was somewhat dazzling.
He raised his hand to block the light, but was surprised to find that he couldn’t succeed.
It wasn’t that his body was out of control; he could still feel and control his limbs. The current situation was more like… his arms had become transparent.
Looking down, there was only a piece of dark brown floor, with no existence of feet or body.
Got it, immersive movie, invisible man series.
He just wanted to read a book… and now they were making him watch a movie?
“This is the best way.”
Regardless of what Zhang Qian thought, a somewhat hoarse voice came from not far away.
The content of the movie continued.
The huge light beam slowly moved away, and Zhang Qian squinted his eyes, finally seeing the scene before him clearly.
This seemed to be on a ship.
At the bow of the ship not far away, a man wearing a black hat leaned on the guardrail, his back to Zhang Qian, so his face couldn’t be seen clearly.
And beside Zhang Qian stood an old man wearing a black Zhongshan suit, with an unremarkable appearance.
The only distinctive feature was perhaps the monocle worn over his eye?
Zhang Qian looked at the old man in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and controlled his right hand to wave in front of him.
“Hello?”
Hmm… no reaction.
Neither the old man nor the figure in the distance noticed the movement here, which made Zhang Qian relax quite a bit in his heart.
It really was just a movie. Since he didn’t need to personally step in as an actor, it should be much safer.
Having confirmed his own safety, Zhang Qian gained confidence and began to walk around, observing the surrounding environment.
The deck under his feet was very bright, as if it had just been painted, reflecting the sunlight from the sky.
Outside the ship was an endless sea surface. Under the clear weather with almost no clouds, the seawater gleamed dazzlingly, extending continuously until it met the horizon.
After scanning around, Zhang Qian looked up at the searchlight mounted on the tower.
This thing… seemed a bit familiar.
“Woo—”
A deafening foghorn sound suddenly rang out. Even though Zhang Qian knew that everything before his eyes was fake, he couldn’t help but shudder in his heart.
This sound basically confirmed it, right?
Shortly after the foghorn sounded, wisps of mist rose from nowhere, slowly drifting over the deck.
At first it was very thin, but in just over ten seconds, these thin mists began to layer continuously, covering an increasingly large area.
Until finally, it blotted out the sky and completely enveloped the ship underfoot.
Even Zhang Qian felt a trace of chill.
This mist seemed to belong to another world, not only blocking the warm sunlight from the outside, but also carrying a frightening supernatural aura.
“It’s really a ghost ship…”
So, could one of these two people in front of him be the captain?
Zhang Qian walked back to the old man’s side and glanced at him, feeling that his posture and attire were inexplicably familiar.
No, it wasn’t that Yue Linhai’s clothing was similar to his.
The content recorded in this book was definitely from the time point before the ghost ship fell silent, at least a hundred years ago. By the timeline, Yue Linhai was deliberately imitating this old man.
Old house owner? Very possible.
Then the one standing at the bow should be the captain.
Why was he feeling a bit disappointed…
Zhang Qian pursed his lips, feeling that these two guys looked so ordinary.
Whether it was the ghost ship captain or the old house owner, they should be top Republic of China Era big shots, so why did they look no different from ordinary old men.
Although the figure suspected to be the captain in the distance had been shrouded in thick fog, that brief glimpse earlier hadn’t left much impression on Zhang Qian.
“No presence at all, not even as good as Xun Can…”
Thinking back to the tattoo parlor owner who commanded a hundred ghosts, how cool was that? Clearly a rare strong one. He thought these two stronger ones would have even more presence, but it was just this?
Of course, Zhang Qian only complained in his heart. His body obediently perked up his ears, carefully listening to the conversation between the two big shots.
The old man’s turbid eyes stared ahead, as if seeing the tall figure through the thick fog: “Although I don’t quite agree with your philosophy, I can’t deny that your idea is pretty good and has indeed changed the endings for some ghost controllers.”
What philosophy?
Were you just talking about this?
Zhang Qian’s eyes were full of question marks. He felt like he had just gone out for a walk around, and the progress of these two people’s conversation had already leaped ten thousand miles ahead.
Couldn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. It was free anyway.
Suppressing the questions in his heart, Zhang Qian didn’t dare to get distracted again and focused on eavesdropping on their dialogue.
……
Ghost controllers will always die.
This was something recognized in the supernatural circle.
Whether it was fierce ghost revival or encountering a terror fierce ghost that couldn’t be resolved, it could take a ghost controller’s life.
If it was just dying, that would be fine, but the problem was that a ghost controller’s death often meant the birth of a new supernatural event.
Moreover, the fierce ghosts causing these supernatural events were often even more dangerous, because they had already collected puzzle pieces with the ghost controller’s help during their lifetime, making the supernatural more complete.
It could be said that as naturally occurring fierce ghosts decreased, the remaining ghost controllers were the greatest scourge.
Having resolved most supernatural events, the many top figures of the Republic of China era naturally wouldn’t ignore this loophole.
Thus, various distinctive plans came into being.
Preemptively splitting supernatural to weaken the terror degree of reviving fierce ghosts, sealing ghost controllers who hadn’t revived yet into gold, or even actively triggering ghost controller revivals to solve them all at once…
Every plan had effects, but their targets weren’t fierce ghosts—they were living people.
Even though these people were destined to turn into evil ghosts, at least before that moment arrived, they were conscious living people.
Some of these ghost controllers had even fought to eliminate supernatural events, offering everything they had.
And in the era when supernatural receded, eagerly turning the butcher’s knife on them felt a bit too cruel.
Even if sacrificing a few for the peace of the majority was a cost-effective option, even if those sacrificed ghost controllers themselves didn’t mind such things.
There were still people who would say no to such sacrifices.
That person was the ghost ship captain who came later.
