Chapter 242: Fierce Battle
To be honest, the experience of being pointed at the nose and scolded was quite novel for Yue Linhai.
Firstly, those weaker than him lacked the courage to speak to him like this, and secondly, those of similar strength upheld their status and rarely argued with others.
So after becoming a Ghost Controller, Yue Linhai had not engaged in verbal disputes with others for a long time.
But before Yue Linhai could react, Luo Wensong, who was protecting Zhang Qian, nodded lightly: “Not bad.”
Although his tone was rather flat, Zhang Qian seemed to hear a hint of relief in it?
Why?
Looking at the two confronting each other, Zhang Qian vaguely had a guess in his heart.
Perhaps Luo Wensong had long disliked Yue Linhai but had no chance to express it, and his unintentional action this time had instead helped him vent his anger.
“Pointing at the nose of a big shot and scolding him is really thrilling… But this time I was a bit impulsive. Fortunately, it’s basically confirmed that Luo Wensong is on my side, and Yue Linhai doesn’t dare to do anything to me over Luo Wensong.” Hiding behind Luo Wensong, Zhang Qian thought to himself.
He didn’t know if this guy Yue Linhai held grudges, and if Luo Wensong left, would he take the chance to retaliate?
Noticing Zhang Qian’s vigilant gaze, Yue Linhai’s expression remained unchanged, and he calmly asked: “Do you still consider yourself human?”
“What else?” Zhang Qian retorted irritably.
Yue Linhai shook his head slightly, refuting Zhang Qian’s view: “But you are actually already a Fierce Ghost.”
“Wouldn’t I know myself whether I’m human or ghost? Or do you think Old Luo would protect me, this so-called Fierce Ghost? Or that I can deceive Old Luo but not you…”
Zhang Qian stopped midway, waved his hand lazily, and didn’t continue: “Anyway, whatever I say, you think it’s fake. Have I offended you somewhere? Worthy of a big shot like you bullying this junior.”
He had figured it out; Yue Linhai didn’t care what he said at all.
After being labeled as a Fierce Ghost, all reasons seemed to Yue Linhai like mere excuses to bewitches the heart, not that he couldn’t understand, but there was no need to listen at all.
“The combination of the Fierce Ghost and you is already very close… This body of yours is completely a container for the Fierce Ghost.” As Yue Linhai spoke, he slowly shifted his gaze to Luo Wensong.
“You seem to have known this junior for a long time. I don’t believe you can’t see the abnormality. Why let it be? If the degree is still shallow, there might be a chance to separate, but now, besides death, he can only wait for his consciousness to be corroded.”
Yue Linhai’s tone was somewhat heavy.
Zhang Qian looked no different from a living person, but having experienced the crisis-ridden years of the Republic of China Era, Yue Linhai knew very well that supernatural corrosion wouldn’t just manifest on the body.
It was just that Zhang Qian’s state looked too good, so Yue Linhai hadn’t thought in that direction at first, only assuming Zhang Qian had good supernatural balance.
But just now, when he released his perception for a look, even Yue Linhai was somewhat startled.
Zhang Qian’s situation was clear as day in his vision. Although he still had a human appearance under normal vision, in supernatural observation, Zhang Qian was purely a Fierce Ghost.
Multiple supernatural powers converged together, forming a figure that wasn’t strong but revealed unspeakable potential.
The supernatural elements on his body didn’t resemble puzzle pieces at all, yet they coexisted in perfect harmony, forming a whole.
In other words, Zhang Qian possessed the ability to forcibly match puzzle pieces, meaning he could indiscriminately fuse Fierce Ghosts without any limit.
As for why he had such terrifying potential, Yue Linhai thought it might be related to Zhang Qian’s mode of existence.
Normal Ghost Controllers used their bodies to control Fierce Ghosts, but Zhang Qian’s situation was like using a Fierce Ghost to control Fierce Ghosts, and that Fierce Ghost’s power seemed to be fusing different Fierce Ghosts.
“But Zhang Qian is still alive, and his state is very good.” Luo Wensong drooped his eyelids, as if he was about to fall asleep from Yue Linhai’s words.
Yue Linhai glanced at Zhang Qian and immediately knew this kid had given a fake name to fool him earlier.
Fortunately, his ability could be activated without a name, or it would have been embarrassing.
While feeling somewhat amused in his heart, Yue Linhai had to admit that Luo Wensong was right, “He is alive…”
This kid’s external conditions were absolutely top-notch.
He had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a well-proportioned figure, and although his skin was fair, it wasn’t as cold as ordinary Ghost Controllers. Overall, compared to his younger self, it wasn’t much different.
But whether a Ghost Controller was healthy or not couldn’t be judged by appearance alone.
Retracting his gaze, Yue Linhai stepped forward, “Are you sure his current consciousness isn’t a disguise by the Fierce Ghost? Can you ensure his consciousness hasn’t been polluted by supernatural forces?”
At the same time, the ethereal photo space began to flicker, and some unknown terror slowly brewed in the darkness.
Meeting Luo Wensong’s dim gaze, Yue Linhai showed no sign of shrinking back.
Now Luo Wensong’s state seemed off, but even if he wanted to protect the person, Yue Linhai wanted to try if he could forcibly kill Zhang Qian.
The familiar pressure surged again. Zhang Qian looked worriedly at Luo Wensong, only to find this old man still expressionless, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.
Bluffing?
Yue Linhai narrowed his eyes, not planning to wait any longer.
Facing Zhang Qian, Yue Linhai could be casual, but facing that Luo Wensong, even if Luo Wensong seemed to be in an off state, Yue Linhai didn’t dare to relax in the slightest.
The colors around him began to fade rapidly, and the gray dividing line surged like a tide toward Luo Wensong’s direction.
An invisible barrier swept through the pure white world, ultimately leaving only a gray space like a black-and-white old photo.
In just an instant, the pure white world that had been like a dream turned into a dark, oppressive, dead-silent space.
Time
However, Yue Linhai’s face showed no sign of relaxation at all, his eyes still fixed on that black door not far away, with an unprecedentedly grave expression.
Wanting to instantly kill Luo Wensong with this bit of trickery was indeed unrealistic. Even if his state was off, his own strength was also unprecedentedly weak.
But it didn’t matter. Yue Linhai’s goal had never been to kill Luo Wensong; he just wanted to erase Zhang Qian.
He just didn’t believe that Luo Wensong, under his offensive, could still have the spare strength to help a burden.
“Hehe.”
A hoarse laugh sounded, interrupting Yue Linhai’s action of about to press the shutter.
Is it mockery of the overconfident? Or recognition of the junior’s strength?
Yue Linhai was unclear and also did not want to understand.
Even he himself did not notice that although his right face remained calm, the evil ghost on his right face was still roaring ferociously.
