Chapter 30: Tsundere Feng Quan
“Don’t worry, the promised reward definitely won’t be short for you.” Zhang Qian rolled up his sleeves, “Do you want to lie down or stand? I recommend lying down, anyway you’ll be knocked down in a moment.”
Hearing that he was going to get beaten again, Feng Quan showed difficulty on his face and hesitated, “Is there a way to not get beaten? The injuries from last time haven’t healed yet, my body is all bruised purple and blue now.”
Zhang Qian paused his action and said helplessly, “Do you think I have a tendency to abuse, deliberately using healing as an excuse to mess with you?”
After saying that, he looked at Zhang Han again, “What about you? You’re at least my first patient, you should trust me, right?”
A long silence…
“Speak up.” Zhang Qian guaranteed again, “I’m not the type to hold grudges, just right to hear your opinions.”
“Then we’ll speak.” Feng Quan and Zhang Han exchanged a glance, and finally nodded neatly together, “Yes.”
They really hadn’t heard of anyone who heals by beating people. Even if supernatural power is needed, couldn’t it just be directly infused into the body?
Zhang Qian rubbed his forehead and sighed. He was too lazy to argue, pulled out a stool and invited, “Come on, no beating this time. You’ll know once you try it yourself.”
“You promised not to beat me…” Feng Quan sat down half-believing half-doubting and reminded, “Don’t fool me, don’t lower the healing effect for the sake of face.”
Zhang Qian said, “Don’t worry, I still have that level of moral standard. And whether you believe it or not, in a moment you’ll be begging me to beat you.”
Feng Quan shook his head decisively, “Impossible, I’m not a masochist. As long as you’re willing to exert effort, I definitely don’t want to get beaten.”
“Hehe, you’ll know in a moment.” Zhang Qian smiled and said no more.
The mysterious smile made Feng Quan a bit uneasy, but he still forcibly calmed himself, closed his eyes and waited for Zhang Qian’s healing.
Clearly the Ghost Mist had already been retracted by Feng Quan, but the surrounding mist was still tinged with a trace of chill.
Because at this moment, wisps of smoke were drifting from Feng Quan’s body, a bit like a lit mosquito coil, except what was coming out was Ghost Mist.
Zhang Qian concentrated his mind, pale gray True Qi slowly climbed onto his palm, forming a protective film on the surface.
He placed one palm on Feng Quan’s back, but this time without force, merely sticking it on.
The Ghost Mist silently dissolved, and the True Qi smoothly entered Feng Quan’s body.
The suppression power from Ghost Hand activated, and the frequency of the mist surging outward slowly decreased…
“It works, the Ghost Mist is suppressed!” Feng Quan joyfully opened his eyes, his joy overflowing.
But is it really effective?
Ghosts are immortal, the dissipated mist is just a derivative of Ghost Mist resurgence.
Before Feng Quan could be happy for too long, the Ghost Mist’s counterattack suddenly struck.
A massive mass of mist surged out from Feng Quan’s mouth and nose, the joy on his face instantly turned to terror, “What the fuck?”
The Ghost Mist seemed provoked, more and more supernatural power awakened from dormancy, its speed even exceeding Zhang Qian’s suppression speed.
Thus, to suppress this powerful supernatural power, the True Qi naturally brought out more power.
Then the Ghost Mist resurged even more…
In the back and forth, Feng Quan’s body became their tug-of-war battlefield. Some places were fine one second, turned to mist the next, then immediately changed back.
After one treatment session, the degree of Fierce Ghost Revival not only didn’t decrease but increased. The surrounding mist was corroded by Ghost Mist, becoming gray and thick again.
With life at stake, Feng Quan hurriedly begged for mercy, “Brother Qian, stop your divine ability quickly.”
Zhang Qian naturally wouldn’t refuse, withdrew the True Qi and removed his palm.
However, the Fierce Ghost wouldn’t listen to Feng Quan. Under full power onslaught, it turned Feng Quan’s body into a humidifier, hissing out Ghost Mist.
“Save me, Brother Qian!” Feng Quan shouted urgently. He had now lost control of his body, unable even to lie down and rest.
As soon as he opened his mouth, his teeth showed signs of loosening and turning to mist.
“Beat me quickly, I beg you!”
“I told you and you didn’t believe…” Zhang Qian said helplessly, “Endure it. What could be settled with a few punches now who knows how much effort it’ll take.”
After a while.
Feng Quan lay on the ground grimacing, showing a relieved smile.
Although today’s fists were exceptionally heavy, he no longer dared to offer opinions. Being black and blue was much better than being converted to Ghost Mist.
Zhang Han swallowed, feeling this scene was oddly familiar.
After a moment’s rest, Feng Quan couldn’t hold back his curiosity, “What the hell is the principle here? Do Fierce Ghosts eat hard but not soft too?”
He was certain Zhang Qian hadn’t held back, but why was fist plus suppression power effective, while only outputting suppression power wasn’t?
“Because Fierce Ghost resurgence is a curve. Don’t you know that as a Ghost Controller? The closer to resurgence, the faster the Fierce Ghost resurgence speed and the stronger the ability.”
“And True Qi intrusion is one of the triggers for resurgence. Although True Qi can suppress the Fierce Ghost at first, it will inevitably face a stronger rebound.”
Feng Quan thought about it, and it seemed true, “Does this have anything to do with Fierce Ghosts fearing fists?”
“Did I beat you silly?” Zhang Qian looked at Feng Quan with some concern, “What Fierce Ghosts fear isn’t fists, but discontinuous intrusion. During continuous intrusion it resurges to resist the intrusion, but if it can’t find a target to counterattack, why resurge?”
Fierce Ghosts don’t have a mentality for revenge; hit and run and it won’t chase out for revenge.
“Got it, this ghost really is a bit like a fool.” Feng Quan said, “Slap it on the body and it doesn’t react; only stabbing a knife into it makes it resist.”
Zhang Han hadn’t expected suppressing Fierce Ghost resurgence to have this principle, and said with wide eyes, “Isn’t this bullying honest people?”
“You want to talk human rights with Fierce Ghosts?” Zhang Qian dragged Feng Quan up from the ground and shoved him into the back seat, “This treatment is the reward. Last time wasn’t. When are you paying for the ghost you owe?”
Hearing this, Feng Quan was a bit embarrassed. It wasn’t that he wanted to be a deadbeat, but ghosts that could be caught for transaction were really rare.
“Most supernatural events are quite secretive. Often by the time Ghost Controllers discover them, the Fierce Ghost has already vanished.” Then he changed the subject and guaranteed, “But I’m currently investigating a supernatural event, and I believe it won’t be long before I find the ghost’s trail.”
“Mm, good luck. Just don’t flip the car.”
Feng Quan said confidently, “No way, I’m at least among the first batch of Ghost Controllers at Headquarters. Absolutely not comparable to ordinary Ghost Controllers.”
Zhang Han asked curiously, “So you’re confident in solving an unknown supernatural event? Didn’t you say unknown supernatural is the most terrifying?”
“No.” Feng Quan had a face full of confidence, “In a supernatural event where ordinary Ghost Controllers would be instantly killed, I can at least hold out until Zhang Qian comes to save me.”
