Chapter 57: Mask
“Ha—”
Zhang Qian had two ghosts in his hands, but his thoughts had already drifted to the clouds.
Time had already passed an unknown amount, but he surprisingly felt no fatigue at all, just a bit bored and unable to muster much spirit.
So boring, if only he could kill a couple of people for fun.
“Hm? What ghost?”
The sudden thought startled Zhang Qian, making his nerves tense up unconsciously.
His sharp gaze swept across the small room, but he didn’t discover anything abnormal.
The boxes containing the fierce ghosts were all sealed very well, so it shouldn’t be a supernatural leak.
Although he had stayed in a sanatorium for a while, he was very certain his mental state had no problems.
“Telepathic communication? These two ghosts still have such advanced abilities?”
Zhang Qian looked at the two gradually fusing masses of color in his hands, somewhat uncertain if the Ghost Face had undergone some unknown change.
After all, the Ghost Face Ability was originally biased toward senses and illusions and such, so it could tentatively be considered a mental ability?
And the paintbrush didn’t know how much supernatural power it had given to the Ghost Face, so it was understandable if its ability got enhanced.
To be safe, for the rest of the time Zhang Qian no longer spaced out, but focused his attention on sensing the slightest movement around him.
Unfortunately, until the two ghosts fully fused, that sound still didn’t appear again, as if it had just been his illusion.
“Illusion… If it can really make a cultivator like me have an illusion, that’s already abnormal enough in itself…”
Zhang Qian’s gaze quietly swept across the small space, trying to find that possibly existing enemy.
From a few hours ago until now, his actions hadn’t changed much, so if there really was a fierce ghost, it should have attacked long ago.
So the possibility of some ghost controller sneaking an attack was higher than the possibility of some wild fierce ghost existing.
Only until the two masses of energy in his hands fully fused and condensed into a sphere did he withdraw his gaze and lightly sigh, “It really was an illusion, huh?”
Then, suddenly with lightning speed, he lit the Ghost Candle.
Earlier, the pill wasn’t formed yet, and the supernatural powers were still clashing, so the Ghost Candle would only disrupt the pill-forming process.
Now there was no need to worry.
The flame ignited, but it looked like normal speed, clearly no so-called supernatural attack existed.
The uneasy Zhang Qian still picked up the Ghost Candle and patrolled the safe house twice, still unable to discover any anomalies.
“Could it really be the Ghost Face up to some small trick? What is this, a dying struggle?”
Zhang Qian helplessly shook his head, not planning to waste any more time.
All the methods that should be used had been used, so what was the point of thinking more?
It was better to first take the pill and see how much enhancement he could get; once his strength improved, ways to solve problems would naturally increase.
Only then did he have time to examine this pill that had taken hours and consumed a section of the Ghost Candle.
It was a color that couldn’t be described, black and white distinct, yet mutually blending.
“So beautiful.” Zhang Qian couldn’t help but exclaim, then admiringly said, “As expected of me, the second time doing alchemy and I already refined a top-grade pill.”
Clearly a solid, but the surface flowed like water, with the two colors occasionally gathering into profound patterns, looking extraordinarily extraordinary.
“Last time I didn’t name it, this time I can’t be so casual again.”
After hesitating for a moment, he swallowed this 【Yin-Yang Mutual Generation and Mutual Restraint Whoever Looks Dies Pill】, abbreviated as 【Yin-Yang Pill】, into his mouth.
The texture was still the same, melting in the mouth instantly; the refined supernatural power didn’t attack Zhang Qian, naturally integrating into his body and becoming part of his true qi.
The eerie power was assimilated by the true qi, while at the same time the true qi was also being tainted by the fierce ghost; the originally faint gray color deepened slightly.
Compared to the special effects change, Zhang Qian was still more concerned about the change in strength.
With a thought, true qi surged out of his body, covering Zhang Qian’s handsome face.
At the same time, faint black smoke surged from his side, and in the blink of an eye, it had already covered the entire room.
“As expected, I obtained the Ghost Face Ability, even stronger than the original Ghost Face; at least my black smoke deployment speed is faster, but I didn’t find a target, so I don’t know what this black smoke really does… And is there something extra on my face?”
He could feel the true qi gathering on the skin surface, but his line of sight wasn’t affected, and there was nothing else in his line of sight.
Reaching toward his face, something hard blocked the way.
After groping for a moment, Zhang Qian uncertainly said: “The true qi seems to have formed a mask; is it because of the Shy Ghost ability? But it doesn’t feel much like that faceless mask, it doesn’t feel very smooth to the touch, angular instead, more like the Ghost Face.”
Zhang Qian muttered to himself while casually walking around the room, as if pondering a problem.
“I wonder what it looks like; is it only invisible to me, or invisible to everyone?”
Unfortunately, there was still no movement in the room.
Zhang Qian had been to every place in the room; theoretically, if there really was something here, it would definitely see the mask.
And the mask inherited the Shy Ghost ability, whoever looks dies, but after two laps, no one had triggered the pattern.
Moreover, the black smoke had drifted for so long, and similarly no anomalies were discovered.
Could it really be the Ghost Face’s deathbed struggle?
Just then, a knock sounded from outside; Zhang Yao Cheng anxiously asked from outside: “Zhang Qian, it’s already 8 o’clock now; how’s your situation?”
He didn’t test further; after putting away the paintbrush, he opened the door.
And at this moment, Zhang Yao Cheng had already taken out his mobile phone to call the police, only relaxing with a breath when he saw Zhang Qian come out.
“It’s only eight o’clock, still early, right.” Zhang Qian glanced at the clock, not expecting Zhang Yao Cheng to come so early.
“It became the next day eight hours ago, but you’re fine, that’s good.”
Zhang Yao Cheng yawned and said no more, swaying as he planned to go to the guest room to catch up on sleep.
As for why not go back to his own bedroom, of course it was because the alarm set for early morning had been kicked off the bed.
Not afraid, just purely doting on his wife.
“Dad, you’re going the wrong way, right? The elevator is this way.” Zhang Qian reminded.
Zhang Yao Cheng paused his steps and said without turning his head: “Too lazy to walk; can’t I just lie down here for a bit?”
The guest room main entrance slammed shut, and faint intermittent snoring sounds came from inside.
Zhang Qian didn’t disturb him, just went back to his room to make a phone call.
“Brother Wu, don’t disturb my dad this morning; handle the work matters yourself.”
“Understood, Young Master, please rest assured; I won’t let anyone disturb Manager Zhang.” Wu Lei didn’t ask why, just guaranteed without hesitation.
In fact, the company could run very well without Zhang Yao Cheng; it was just that he, who started from nothing, still liked to personally go to the company to watch, only feeling at ease when he saw money flowing into the pockets with his own eyes.
Over these years, their company had indeed gotten better and better, even contracting big projects like the Shangtong Building, and could be said to be thriving.
