Chapter 246: Contemplation
Countless pitch black wooden doors resembled tombstones, standing disorderly in a pure white space.
In the eerie and silent environment, several inconspicuous figures stood facing each other.
Yue Linhai, who had just had a pensive expression, suddenly sharpened his gaze and said in a deep voice: “Found it…”
Zhang Qian blinked his eyes: “Little Linhai? You both took half of the strength, facing him might be a bit troublesome.”
Of course, Zhang Qian wasn’t worried that Yue Linhai would lose. Even with the same ability, it would definitely have different effects in different people’s hands. Yue Linhai had much more experience than his good son, so if he couldn’t win, he could basically commit suicide to atone for his sins.
It was just unknown how much time it would take.
Although supernatural confrontations were often quick, that was based on a huge disparity in terror levels. If both sides had similar strength, it would probably be hard to quickly determine victory or defeat.
“No need to worry…”
Yue Linhai shook his head slightly, and a ripple suddenly appeared on his calm, ancient well-like face.
“What’s wrong?” Zhang Qian looked at this century-old old man with some tension.
It couldn’t be that he was too old and strained his waist during the confrontation, right? If he got taken down by his own son, that would be amusing.
Although Luo Wensong’s strength was strong, due to certain rules’ influence, only Yue Linhai could directly confront the captain in the first wave.
If things didn’t go smoothly on his side, the plan to deal with the captain might have significant deviations.
“No, I’m fine.”
Yue Linhai’s action suddenly paused, then he gently raised his hand and adjusted the monocle on his face.
An indescribable feeling surged from him. Although his appearance hadn’t changed, still the terrifying half-human half-ghost look, his aura had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Zhang Qian could clearly sense this change. The most obvious feature was that he no longer felt the sense of crisis that Yue Linhai brought him.
Perhaps due to talent, or perhaps because cultivators had stronger spirituality, after multiple temperings between life and death, Zhang Qian’s sixth sense had been continuously strengthened, now comparable to a human-shaped radar. The moment he encountered a ghost controller, he could judge the ghost controller’s strength level through the sense of crisis.
But now, in his senses, there wasn’t even a trace of terror aura on Yue Linhai. It could even be said that his sixth sense couldn’t detect this person at all.
If it weren’t for his eyes still able to see this old man, Zhang Qian would have suspected that Yue Linhai had suddenly disappeared.
Looking at Luo Wensong nearby, who was also “utterly ordinary,” Zhang Qian quickly understood what was going on.
The sense of crisis hadn’t failed; it was just that Yue Linhai’s strength had improved and was now beyond Zhang Qian’s perception range.
Actually, this was what should be considered normal.
Because truly powerful ghost controllers who could survive for a long time would inevitably have balanced and restrained supernatural power in their bodies.
Unless they wanted to, outsiders couldn’t tell at all that they had any connection to fierce ghosts.
Only newcomers who had just become ghost controllers, or ghost controllers approaching resurgence, would be unable to control fierce ghosts and uncontrollably leak supernatural information.
Yue Linhai’s previous situation belonged to the second kind, and even more severe. The puzzle he had painstakingly built over many years was directly torn apart, and merely leaking aura was already the result of his good control.
If it were an ordinary ghost controller, not resurging on the spot in such a situation would already be good.
“…”
Yue Linhai, who had retracted his strength, made no other actions, just looked thoughtfully at Luo Wensong.
A barely noticeable gleam flashed across the glass of the monocle, and then a hint of surprise uncontrollably appeared on his weathered face.
“What is this… situation of yours?”
In Yue Linhai’s line of sight, Luo Wensong’s current condition looked particularly strange.
His whole body seemed to have melted into a mass of thick black ink, but this mass of ink seemed conscious, aggregating together to form a humanoid shape.
Luo Wensong wasn’t surprised that Yue Linhai could see through this body of his, but his face still showed no expression. He just lifted his sleeve and showed the ink constantly dripping down: “Just a negligible sacrifice.”
Luo Wensong’s casual remark made Yue Linhai’s pupils dilate slightly. “No wonder you disregard Zhang Qian’s approach. So you…”
Such a change couldn’t help but shock people.
Yue Linhai never expected that Luo Wensong, who was so conservative and extremely hated fierce ghosts, would turn into such a neither human nor ghost thing.
Although he misunderstood one thing, mistaking the current Luo Wensong for the main body, Luo Wensong’s actual situation was pretty much as he predicted.
“This is already the best result I can achieve.”
Luo Wensong shook his head slightly, then looked at Zhang Qian. “I became like this just for self-preservation. After making many sacrifices, there’s no possibility of further improvement.”
“On the contrary, Zhang Qian has true hope on him.”
Actually, the ability of the Ghost Post Office wasn’t considered very strong in Luo Wensong’s eyes. After all, his personal strength had reached a peak, not something that could be strengthened by a supernatural item or a supernatural land.
The reason for creating such a place was, besides wanting to train newcomers, more because of the lifespan limit.
After all, even Yue Linhai was about to die of old age, and Luo Wensong, a ghost controller even older, hadn’t had an easy time surviving until now.
The Republic of China Era was very special, and the ghost controllers of that era were even stranger. They clearly had world-destroying strength, yet still suffered lifespan limits like ordinary people.
Most ghost controllers didn’t die to fierce ghost revival but to the limit of their lifespan.
It seemed contradictory, but it was actually understandable.
Because most ghost controllers of that era were very “conservative.” Perhaps out of human pride, or distrust of fierce ghosts, most of them were unwilling to let supernatural become part of their bodies.
Compared to today’s ghost controllers who either swap heads or hands, the people of that era preserved the integrity of their human bodies to the maximum extent.
Although this method reduced the risk of resurgence, in the end, lifespan became the greatest limit.
The birth of the Ghost Post Office was Luo Wensong’s challenge to the limit of lifespan.
The administrator of the Ghost Post Office couldn’t leave the Ghost Post Office, but this extremely harsh restriction brought the immensely tempting allure of immortality.
As for whether such immortality was good or bad, only the administrator of the Ghost Post Office knew.
