Chapter 243: Narrow Victory
“Ka-chak—”
After the crisp sound of a film camera, the already silent world seemed to plunge into even deeper silence.
A rustling printing sound rang out.
After another moment, a black-and-white photo slowly drifted to the ground.
The content on the photo was clearly a pitch black wooden door.
Lost.
Moreover, the gap was extremely huge, a loss without any suspense.
Yue Linhai looked at the dense wooden doors around him, which were still continuously emerging, and finally gave up resistance.
Although he had long guessed the general ending, seeing this scene truly still made his mood inevitably somewhat emotional.
“As expected, you monsters are no longer in the same dimension as us.” Yue Linhai stared at the two unharmed figures not far away, his eyes somewhat complex.
In the same poor state, the gap between him and Luo Wensong was still so huge.
“Sober now?” Luo Wensong’s voice was flat, as if he had just done something insignificant.
He didn’t even consider me an opponent…
Yue Linhai felt a bit bitter in his heart and said with lowered eyes, “It was my wishful thinking, actually thinking I could challenge you a bit while you were in poor state.”
“Do whatever you want with me, but this ghost ship might need you to handle it.”
Looking at those countless wooden doors poised to strike, Yue Linhai felt that even if he regained all his strength, he wouldn’t be Luo Wensong’s opponent.
Compared to himself, perhaps Luo Wensong was the one who could truly handle the ghost ship resurgence event.
“What I asked was your view on Zhang Qian.” Luo Wensong’s gaze was distant.
“My view on him…” Yue Linhai glanced at Zhang Qian and shook his head slightly, “My thoughts haven’t changed. This junior is like a timed bomb, liable to explode at any moment.”
“Now that you’re still alive, you can naturally suppress him. But if you die, he will absolutely turn the entire world upside down.”
Luo Wensong was now a leader over a hundred years old; how many more years did he have left?
In contrast, Zhang Qian looked no more than twenty-something, and a fierce ghost could live forever.
Even worse, if they planned for the worst case and didn’t deal with Zhang Qian today, they might not even need to wait for Luo Wensong to die of old age—Zhang Qian could grow to an unmatched level.
“Senior, rather than worrying about my situation all the time, why not check your own first?” Zhang Qian couldn’t help but interject.
He emphasized the words “senior” particularly heavily, as if hinting at something.
“Me?” Yue Linhai’s eyes flickered slightly as he began to check his own state.
The result was extremely normal.
After all, Luo Wensong hadn’t counterattacked, merely using wooden doors to block one attack, so he hadn’t caused any harm to Yue Linhai.
Yue Linhai was wondering if Zhang Qian was bluffing when he saw Luo Wensong nod in considerable agreement: “Thanks to your help, Zhang Qian’s situation is much better than before.”
Perhaps even Zhang Qian himself hadn’t noticed this change.
But anyone familiar with him would discover that Zhang Qian’s emotions had gradually become richer now.
The supernatural’s influence on him was now almost zero, to the point that whether in body or mind, Zhang Qian now had little difference from an ordinary human.
It was as if the fierce ghost he controlled had crashed along with him—the supernatural power was still there, but it had lost the idea of corroding Zhang Qian.
Though he didn’t know how long this state could last, before the fierce ghost resurgence, Zhang Qian should be able to use supernatural power without damage.
“Me?” Yue Linhai glanced over and guessed the general situation.
At that time, the fierce ghost’s instinct was suppressed by him to the point of immobility, but Zhang Qian broke free from that suppression and regained control of his body and the supernatural.
But this was only temporary and didn’t mean Zhang Qian could rest easy; the fierce ghost wouldn’t die, and its instinct would eventually resurgence due to frequent use of supernatural power.
This being the case, Zhang Qian and Luo Wensong weren’t talking nonsense, so Yue Linhai nodded indifferently, “Indeed a bit better than me, but only delaying your resurgence time, no big use.”
“Consider yourself lucky to experience the feeling of controlling a fierce ghost with human consciousness, but unfortunately it’s only temporary.”
“So you’re really not worried about your own situation?” Zhang Qian asked, unable to hold back as he started talking big again.
“I’m perfectly normal.” Yue Linhai said firmly.
Zhang Qian extended one finger and pointed at his own left cheek, “But you’ve been smiling the whole time, and it’s annoyingly punchable…”
Smiling?
Subconsciously, Yue Linhai reached out and touched the corner of his mouth.
His whole body froze for a moment.
It really was…
Clearly the weakest fierce ghost in his body, yet it was the first part to have a problem…
Yue Linhai reached up and gently touched it, and the unnatural smile at the corner of his mouth vanished.
But his mood didn’t relax with it; the appearance of the first near-out-of-control fierce ghost meant the others had the possibility of losing control too.
Even, this might not be the first out-of-control fierce ghost, just the first one discovered…
“You say I’ve changed, indeed, I don’t deny it.” Luo Wensong said slowly.
“Have to say, when people get old, their mindset gradually changes, no longer liking to fight and kill like before.”
“But you’ve changed a lot too, and as for the reason, you should know it now.”
The reason he hadn’t mentioned this at first was because Luo Wensong had noticed Yue Linhai seemed somewhat extreme.
If he couldn’t thoroughly convince him, even saying this would just be seen as a confidence-lacking psychological tactic.
Now that Luo Wensong stood on the victorious side with absolute crushing strength, there was naturally no possibility of deception.
“…”
After a moment of silence, Yue Linhai slowly removed his glasses, staring at the reflection within.
Ordinary, average… but as the lens tilted slightly, it became ferocious like an evil ghost.
With himself in this state, what qualification did he have to judge others?
Seeing Yue Linhai calm down, Luo Wensong said calmly, “We’re all losers; time has proven our path doesn’t work, so let the young man find his own way in the future.”
“The only thing we need to do is leave a glimmer of hope when things become irreparable.”
“You’re right…”
Yue Linhai put his glasses back on and looked at Zhang Qian sincerely, “Very sorry, I went too far before.”
“Your path has great potential, but it’s equally dangerous. I hope you can hold onto your true heart.”
“Hmph.” Zhang Qian nodded arrogantly but said nothing more.
Yue Linhai chuckled helplessly: “I have no good compensation for you, so please take one item from my collection.”
