Chapter 241: Confrontation
“Dong, dong dong, dong, dong dong…”
A dull and oppressive knocking sound suddenly rang out, interrupting Yue Linhai’s action.
One after another, heavy as if striking straight at the heart, almost suffocating.
Yue Linhai had already stopped his action, standing with hands behind his back, gazing at the void not far away: “Luo Wensong…”
He no longer attempted to kill Zhang Qian; in front of Luo Wensong, he didn’t have that ability yet.
Not to mention his current poor state, even at his strongest moment in the Republic of China Era, he had always been stepped on by this one.
Between top-tier and top-tier, the gap might be even greater than between him and ordinary Ghost Controllers.
In the pure white space, a pure black portal as if splashed with thick ink suddenly appeared.
The portal slowly opened, and an elderly voice came from it at the same time: “Yue Linhai, you broke the rules.”
“He’s your man?” Yue Linhai glanced at the exhilarated Zhang Qian, then at the inconspicuous envelope on his body.
Careless, he didn’t expect that the younger generation now could actually summon this fierce god.
This might be a bit tricky…
Compared to the solemn Yue Linhai, Zhang Qian over here was much more relaxed. Seeing Luo Wensong arrive, his taut nerves finally got a moment to rest, and he involuntarily stepped back, plopping down on the ground.
Only then did he realize that his clothes were all soaked with sweat, and even his line of sight was somewhat blurred.
Damn, that was really thrilling…
Panting heavily, Zhang Qian knew very well that if Luo Wensong had come even half a second later, his little life would have ended right here.
But it didn’t matter. Although the route had been a bit circuitous, the delivery mission was completed. Next, he just had to wait for Luo Wensong’s performance.
Staring curiously at that black door, as a leg wrapped in black trousers stepped out, Zhang Qian finally saw the Master of the Ghost Post Office he had been thinking of.
But his state was somewhat worrying.
Luo Wensong was wearing a black one-piece long gown, which didn’t look like modern clothing; it had a somewhat retro flavor.
But he was gaunt all over, his skin presenting a terrifying brownish color, covered with dense spots.
If not for Luo Wensong still moving, anyone seeing him probably wouldn’t be able to associate him with a living person.
Once Luo Wensong stepped out and stood still, he left Yue Linhai hanging to the side and first glanced at Zhang Qian sitting on the ground.
Their lines of sight met, and Zhang Qian’s hard-calmed mood rippled again. He jolted up from the ground.
Because Luo Wensong’s pupils were still dilated, as if covered with a layer of hazy mist, ashen and empty, without a trace of vitality, completely like a dead person.
He thought he had called in reinforcements, but it turned out to be letting the wolf into the house?
Zhang Qian felt like cursing inwardly, but he was also afraid that these two old seniors, whether human or ghost, would come at him with a mixed doubles.
What to do now? Why didn’t the Ghost Ship design have an exit button?!
“Hehe…”
Two faint chuckles, Zhang Qian suddenly looked up and found that a smile had squeezed onto Luo Wensong’s numb face, but that smile was extremely stiff, like a robot.
This is him greeting me, right?
Zhang Qian muttered inwardly, but he also knew his worries were unnecessary. If Luo Wensong really had a problem, he could kill him with a raise of the hand; there was no need for this skin-deep horror act.
Thinking of this, he immediately cupped his fists: “Old Luo, good.”
Calling him senior would mix him up with Yue Linhai. After thinking for a moment, Zhang Qian felt that Old Luo was a pretty good address.
Hearing this form of address, Luo Wensong didn’t say much, just nodded at Zhang Qian again.
Then he slowly looked at Yue Linhai standing obediently in place: “Dead people shouldn’t meddle in others’ business. Be on your way.”
“Your state is very poor?” Yue Linhai glanced at Luo Wensong, his words carrying some surprise.
It wasn’t that he had seen through anything, mainly Luo Wensong’s attitude felt a bit strange to him.
In Yue Linhai’s impression, this killing god wasn’t one for words; if he could act, he never babbled. Among those few, Luo Wensong should have the strongest killing intent, the executioner who slaughtered the most Ghost Controllers.
In the past, he would act at the slightest disagreement, but now he was using verbal offensive. Did that mean Luo Wensong’s state was off too…
Thinking of this, Yue Linhai’s gaze slightly drifted to Zhang Qian, startling him into immediately shrinking behind Luo Wensong.
Luo Wensong didn’t respond to Yue Linhai’s little move and said flatly: “Just letting you leave with some dignity.”
His voice was devoid of waves, impossible to tell if it was fearless confidence or just bluffing.
“You’ve changed.” Staring into Luo Wensong’s eyes for a moment, Yue Linhai said slowly.
He couldn’t tell now how much strength Luo Wensong had left, but he could be sure it was definitely not as before.
In the past, Yue Linhai wouldn’t have dared to probe Luo Wensong’s supernatural, but now, in his poor state, not only did he probe, but he didn’t suffer any backlash.
Though there was still a gap between them, it shouldn’t be that heaven-and-earth difference anymore.
He definitely couldn’t win in a fight, but to kill one person…
Seeing Yue Linhai’s line of sight drifting toward him again, Zhang Qian couldn’t hold it anymore: “The Ghost Ship is such a big trouble, why don’t you go solve it? Why keep staring at me?”
He had always been curious: what exactly was the reason that made Yue Linhai abandon the Ghost Ship and prioritize dealing with him?
Didn’t that mean, in Yue Linhai’s eyes, his threat level was higher than the Ghost Ship’s?
The conversation was interrupted by Zhang Qian, but Luo Wensong didn’t get angry. Yue Linhai even answered Zhang Qian’s question: “In my eyes, you are a ghost. Though not terrifying yet, given enough time, you’ll eventually grow to the Captain’s level.”
Pausing, he added: “And hidden danger is more frightening than known danger. Both people and Ghost Controllers would sense something off about the Captain upon seeing him, but your state is too good, even better than us old guys…”
“Just because of that?” Zhang Qian interrupted.
Anyway, with Luo Wensong backing him up, he had no need to cower before this old house owner. He vented all his pent-up dissatisfaction.
“Look at me: besides that one point you mentioned, where do I look like a Fierce Ghost? To clean up the mess you left, I entered the perilous Ghost Ship without hesitation; to give you a chance to deal with the Ghost Ship, I even didn’t want to complete the delivery mission at first; to increase the probability of taking down the Captain, I gave up the chance to leave the Ghost Ship…”
“Damn it, if I were a Fierce Ghost, why would I risk my life like this!”
After a tirade of cursing, Zhang Qian panted heavily, feeling much more relieved inside.
Seeing Yue Linhai still daring to look at him, he glared back without hesitation. “What the hell are you looking at? Get lost!”
