Chapter 64: Attack Launched
No matter how tumultuous the thoughts of the people in the room were, the fierce ghost outside did not stop its advancing footsteps.
The dull sound was slow, yet like a death knell striking at the heart, it was frightening.
“It has no intention of stopping at all…” Zhang Qian leaned against the door, clearly hearing the sound getting closer.
The fierce ghost did not linger even a second in front of door one, as if it had already discovered where everyone was, firmly advancing toward room three.
He had to make some preparations in advance.
“Wang Shang, come over and help.” Zhang Qian called out without turning his head.
Wang Shang did not delay, quickly running to the door. “Big Brother, what do you need me to do?”
His expression was grave. He did not know if the fierce ghost outside was strong or weak, but if even Zhang Qian could not handle it, then everyone in the room was truly doomed.
“Staying here will put you in contact with the fierce ghost. You’re not afraid?” Zhang Qian asked.
“I’m afraid, but I can control it.” Wang Shang’s muscles were tense all over now, but as an ordinary person, his performance was already very good.
Zhang Qian nodded, pulling a gold lighter from his pocket and handing it to Wang Shang along with the ghost candle in his hand. “Take these two things. Once I give the order or if the situation goes wrong, immediately light this candle. It can protect our safety.”
“Yes.”
Wang Shang nodded seriously. Though curious, he knew it was not the time to ask questions, merely gripping the crimson ghost candle tightly with his sweaty palm.
Just as the two were communicating.
The distance between the fierce ghost and them was also shortening. It had already passed door two, merely a step away from room three.
An inexplicable chill began to spread. Brother Hu, shrinking behind the sofa, could not help but shiver, frozen in place without daring to move even slightly.
Under some unknown influence, the already dim yellow lights in the living room began to flicker, the sizzling current sounds warning of the approaching danger.
“Thud!”
The fierce ghost slammed hard against the doorway of room three.
In an instant, the lights in the living room suddenly went out.
A thick darkness, where one could not see their fingers, devoured most of the room. The things in the darkness seemed to have vanished, leaving no trace.
But when Zhang Qian had inspected earlier, he had casually opened the restroom door. A faint light leaked from inside, just enough to envelop the few people in brightness.
However, that sole light was now like a candle in the wind, flickering and liable to go out at any moment.
And the moment those lights went out would likely be the moment everyone met their end.
“Big Brother.” Wang Shang immediately cast an inquiring gaze toward Zhang Qian. In his view, the fierce ghost was within arm’s reach. No matter what the ghost candle did, now was the best time to use it.
“Light it.” Zhang Qian said without hesitation.
Facing an unknown fierce ghost, no amount of caution was excessive. Moreover, he could infer the terror intensity of the fierce ghost from the ghost candle’s consumption—no loss either way.
“Click.”
The gold lighter did not fail, instantly igniting the wick at the center of the ghost candle.
The orange-yellow flame burst up, warm light enveloping Zhang Qian and Wang Shang, while also covering the fierce ghost outside through the wooden door.
The sizzling current sound rang out again, and the lights in the living room flickered back to normal.
“What an amazing thing…” A surge of desire appeared in Tian Hao’s eyes.
With this thing, contacting a fierce ghost did not seem so difficult?
The warmth dispelled the fear in Wang Shang’s heart. He let out a long breath, about to speak, but saw that Zhang Qian’s face was still full of seriousness.
“What’s wrong, Big Brother?”
“The ghost hasn’t left yet.” Zhang Qian said gravely.
Outside the door, the fierce ghost bathed in the firelight. Even without consciousness, it still felt some discomfort, even instinctively wanting to stay away.
But for some reason, it did not leave. Instead, it launched a second attack amid the firelight.
“Thud!”
Another strike suddenly rang out.
The ghost candle’s flame popped open, startling Wang Shang.
Fortunately, the consumption was not high. Judging from the consumption, the attack’s intensity was roughly stronger than the ink ghost face, weaker than the shy ghost.
“What is this situation?” Wang Shang shielded the flame with his hand, afraid it would pop again on a whim.
“It’s fine. It just blocked an attack for us.” Zhang Qian glanced at the ceiling.
That dim yellow pendant lamp was indeed unaffected. It seemed the ghost candle’s protection priority was higher than the lamp, intercepting the supernatural before it reached the room.
Perhaps the ghost candle’s protection was not simple suppression, but forcibly transferring the supernatural power within the candlelight.
Whether it was supernatural trying to enter from outside the candlelight or trying to emerge from inside, it had to pass through the ghost candle first.
Confirming the ghost candle’s consumption was within acceptable limits, Zhang Qian also breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright, it’s about time to prepare to extinguish the ghost candle.”
To avoid the fierce ghost’s attacks hitting the ghost candle while dealing with it, he had to extinguish the ghost candle first to confront the fierce ghost.
“Wait! You just said the ghost candle saved us, right? What if the fierce ghost attacks again after we extinguish it? Won’t we be dead for sure?” Before Wang Shang could voice his opinion, Tian Hao, shrinking in the back, could not help but shout.
“Idiot.” Wang Shang cursed, saying viciously, “Why don’t you come up here yourself? We’re all relying on Big Brother to survive now. If you’re not convinced, roll out there yourself!”
“Ignore him.” Zhang Qian said no more.
Time was pressing. If the fierce ghost attacked again, it would consume more of the ghost candle—quite uneconomical.
Zhang Qian pulled away the sofa blocking the door, only then discovering some crimson bloodstain corroding the door from bottom to top, already nearing the door lock position.
He had to act quickly.
“I’ll try contacting the fierce ghost. In ten seconds, ask me, and I’ll tell you whether to light the ghost candle. If I don’t respond, light it immediately.” Zhang Qian instructed Wang Shang.
Facing the unknown fierce ghost, he had to make the worst-case plan, lest it had some ability not yet shown.
“Understood.” Wang Shang nodded gravely, gently blowing out the candle flame.
Without the ghost candle’s protection, the room’s electric lights began flickering again.
Zhang Qian took a deep breath, slightly bending down to peer through the door crack at the floor, planning to first see what the fierce ghost looked like.
Unfortunately, the fierce ghost was just preparing its next attack. Zhang Qian only caught sight of a black shadow darting upward.
Fortunately, the next moment the fierce ghost plummeted rapidly, smashing heavily onto the floor with a dull thud.
“Thud!”
The room’s electric lights went out with a bang, but with true qi enhancing him, Zhang Qian’s line of sight was unaffected.
But as he tried to look closely, he discovered that outside the door crack was not feet, but a distorted human face.
Fair enough—no one said a fierce ghost had to walk on feet.
Seeming to sense Zhang Qian behind the door crack, the fierce ghost’s cold gaze stiffly turned toward him.
Then it saw… a ghost face mask?
