Chapter 236: Meeting The Old House Owner
“Did you understand?”
In the thick fog with visibility less than five meters, the old man who seemed to be the old house owner suddenly stopped his conversation with the Captain, slightly turned his head, and inexplicably said this sentence.
That gaze seemed to be looking in the direction where Zhang Qian was.
Zhang Qian was stunned for a moment, then reacted.
From the previous test, he was just an observer for this world, and the “people” and environment inside were more like past 3D recordings, so it shouldn’t be possible to see him.
Otherwise, there would be no reason for the two big shots to discuss such a high-level topic while leaving an outsider like him here to watch the show.
“Could someone have come from behind?” Zhang Qian turned his head thoughtfully to look.
The thick dense fog was like a high wall, and everywhere his gaze reached was deep gray, leaving him no gap to peek through.
Can’t see clearly, but the old house owner seems able to see through the mist…
“No need to look, I’m talking to you.” The elderly voice continued.
“…”
After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Qian still turned his head to stare at the old man in front of him: “Are you talking to me?”
“There’s only you here.”
The old man’s voice remained flat, yet it scared Zhang Qian into taking a step back.
The movie actor is alive!
His dead-still eyes were clearly calm, but Zhang Qian, being stared at by them, felt his hair stand on end, as if facing some abyssal monster.
This was normal, after all, he was the owner of Qing Yi Ancient House, a Republic of China Era big shot.
But on second thought, Zhang Qian noticed something off; the old house owner had long been dead and shouldn’t appear in a place like this.
This news of death was personally told by Yue Linhai, that great filial son, so it shouldn’t be a lie. After all, if the old house owner were alive, he had no reason to let the imprisonment of the Ghost Ship leak.
From the deeds of these Republic of China Era big shots, their original intentions should all have been to better solve supernatural issues.
Hmm… their methods might just be a bit unorthodox.
Even the Ghost Post Office and Tattoo Parlor only sacrificed a small number of people to protect more.
Although the Ghost Ship was terrifying, there was no reason to let it devour the entire Da Dong and even the coastal areas.
Moreover, to feed such a ferocious god, Zhang Qian really couldn’t find a reason for doing so.
Sacrifice for peace?
Unlikely. Re-imprisoning might be difficult, but merely reinforcing the seal should be a piece of cake for such a figure.
After his thoughts turned a few times, Zhang Qian was about to speak when he suddenly noticed something extra in his line of sight.
The reason it took so long to notice was that he had long been accustomed to this thing; it had just been gone for that moment.
“My body is back…” Zhang Qian lowered his eyebrows.
This situation was definitely not good news right now. Unlike that unobservable state, now he seemed to really have been pulled into this world.
Perhaps now he could influence the surrounding environment, but similarly, things in the environment could influence him.
And the one likely to have done this was probably this somewhat ordinary-looking old man in front of him.
As for why the old man went to the trouble of bringing him in, Zhang Qian thought there weren’t many possible options.
It couldn’t be just to beat up an audience member like him, right?
After all, he had only flipped through a book, not deliberately trying to uncover any secrets, and had no grudge against him…
Maybe there really is?
Zhang Qian’s expression became a bit strange. He hadn’t forgotten that arrogant Xun Can, who after receiving that letter, had almost no resistance before mailing it.
Although he didn’t know if the person had passed away, the Tattoo Parlor had indeed disappeared.
If this old man was the old house owner, then as the recipient of the letter, it was reasonable for him to target the messenger like him in advance.
But it wasn’t all bad…
Zhang Qian took a deep breath. Since this person might be the old house owner, now taking out the letter that needed to be delivered to him and sticking it on—could it summon Luo Wensong to fight on his behalf?
Even bolder, when Luo Wensong dealt with the old house owner, he might conveniently solve the Ghost Ship too, resolving the current problem effortlessly?
Now that his body had entered this space, the things on him…
He subtly touched his pocket, and with a light rub, he could feel the smooth friction between the envelopes.
This has potential, but he needed to confirm this person’s identity first.
The letter as a medium should be delivered to the right person’s hands to trigger it. If this old man wasn’t the old house owner, rashly sticking the letter on him would have no effect.
It might even anger him, putting Zhang Qian in a disadvantageous position.
Thinking of this, Zhang Qian retracted his foot that wanted to step back and probed: “Junior Feng Quan, how should I address you, Senior?”
The true qi in his body wasn’t malfunctioning like before, so although current Zhang Qian appeared to have let his guard down, he was actually on high alert.
The active warm current began surging along the invisible meridians in his body, strengthening it while guarding against possible attacks.
The old man glanced casually and saw Zhang Qian’s vigilance, but he wasn’t angry, just gently shook his head. “I’m not your enemy. As for who I am, you should have already met that unfilial son.”
“Uh, you mean Yue Linhai?” Zhang Qian asked.
Case solved—this old man in front of him really was the old house owner, so the letter should work on him.
But seeing his demeanor, he didn’t seem to have much malice, so Zhang Qian decided to try communicating.
Hearing this, the old man’s calm face suddenly became a bit strange. He turned around to look at Zhang Qian: “Is that how he introduced himself?”
Zhang Qian didn’t answer because his attention was drawn to the old man’s appearance.
Just now, the old man had been sideways, so he hadn’t noticed. Now facing him directly, Zhang Qian realized this old man looked only half human.
Although the right half of his body was a very normal old man, even wearing a monocle, the left half was like an evil ghost, especially that half face, with almost no good flesh visible.
Such a sight naturally didn’t scare Zhang Qian; he had seen plenty of photos of ghost controllers eroded by fierce ghosts.
He just hadn’t expected a Republic of China Era big shot to look like these contemporary ghost controllers, on the verge of fierce ghost revival.
After just a momentary stun, Zhang Qian quickly adjusted his mindset and nodded nonchalantly: “Yes, and he also said…”
Glancing at the old house owner, Zhang Qian wondered if he should finish the sentence.
After all, this appearance looked deeply eroded by a fierce ghost. Although he seemed rational now, knowing his own death news—would it drive him berserk?
