Chapter 67: The Clue Lost And Regained
Headquarters possessing Ghost Candles is obviously classified information and cannot be casually told to unrelated people.
And Tian Hao is clearly one of those unrelated people.
However, he himself doesn’t think so. He chuckled and explained, “I’m just curious. What if you lend it to me?”
This shameless attitude even amused Zhang Qian. He didn’t expect the guy to be ugly but have such beautiful thoughts.
But this mindset is somewhat problematic. Curiosity killing himself is fine, but what if it kills others?
Better to kill him…
A certain icy cold idea suddenly appeared in Zhang Qian’s mind.
But that was merely an idea, instantly suppressed by him, and it never reappeared.
Lack of sleep making even me unclear-headed…
Everything was so similar to the anomaly in the Safe House.
But the difference was that this time some strange power suddenly appeared, influencing Zhang Qian’s thoughts and making him attribute everything to sleep deprivation over the past few days, to the point where he couldn’t control his wild imaginings.
Zhang Qian shook his head, feeling something was off, but he couldn’t pinpoint it, so he had to let it go.
Seeing Tian Hao still staring at him eagerly, Zhang Qian warned, “The Ghost Candle is impossible for you to get. Don’t even think about asking me to put in a good word. I don’t care what you do in the future, but you’d better not cause trouble. If you trigger a Supernatural Event, you’ll be in deep trouble.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll be careful.” Tian Hao nodded repeatedly, but he didn’t seem to have taken it in at all.
Because he believed in his own uniqueness, not thinking he lacked so-called luck or what should be called the protagonist halo.
After all, he had merely liked Supernatural stories and encountered a mysterious Ghost Controller, obtaining the method to become extraordinary.
Going to a Classmate gathering, he inexplicably saw a real Fierce Ghost and witnessed Zhang Qian’s amazing methods.
Now he had even been selected into the mysterious Ghost Post Office, stepping through the main entrance into the dark world.
No matter how you look at it, no one resembled the protagonist more than him.
As for people like Zhang Qian, they had just contacted the Supernatural a bit earlier than him. He believed he could go higher and farther.
“Go wherever it’s cool for you.” Seeing this, Zhang Qian couldn’t be bothered to waste words with Tian Hao.
With Tian Hao’s careless attitude, he would sooner or later get himself killed.
At that moment, footsteps came from the depths of the Corridor: tap tap tap.
The sound was faint, pausing now and then, but soon became clear.
A figure appeared at the corner—it was Wang Shang, who had just left.
But at this moment, he was frowning, clearly dissatisfied with the exploration results.
“Big Brother.” Wang Shang greeted, his tone somewhat regretful. “I’ve checked the first floor. Except for not entering the Rooms, there were no traces in the Corridor or Hall… That ghost has probably really disappeared.”
“It’s fine. At least none of us had casualties. But your guts are pretty big, daring to scout this ghostly place alone.” Zhang Qian said.
“After all, under the lights it’s safe, and during the day everywhere is lit. It’s just that although it’s safe now, I didn’t find any clues, not even signs of other Supernatural existences.”
Where there’s loss, there’s gain. The Post Office during the day is safe but hides a lot of information—probably only at night can one probe its true face.
Zhang Qian comforted, “No need to be down. After all, it was something we had deduced long ago…”
He stopped midway through his words because right before his eyes, the world suddenly split into two parts.
One part was still the brightly lit Corridor, the other flickering in and out, barely visible with some cyan-black smoke swirling around.
This is?
Ghost Face Ability?
Zhang Qian instantly realized, feeling a surge of joy.
He didn’t expect the clues not only not to break but even to come knocking.
Because Ghost Face’s Attack ends in death, but the Fierce Ghost itself is undead, so even if the Jumping Ghost went to another space to attack, it surprisingly didn’t interrupt.
In other words, the Jumping Ghost had actually always been in the Illusion, but some power had interfered with Zhang Qian’s control and perception of the Illusion. And now that interference was about to dissipate.
Two perspectives had already appeared before him: one from his main body, the other naturally the Illusion from the Jumping Ghost.
But the images transmitted from that Illusion were intermittent, like a poorly connected signal, making one worry if the screen would suddenly burst into static.
“Big Brother, you okay?” Wang Shang asked nervously.
He saw Zhang Qian suddenly tense up all over and thought some emergency had occurred.
“Found a clue, need to handle it. I’m heading back to my Room first. You be careful and stay safe.” After instructing, Zhang Qian eagerly returned to his Room and focused his attention on the Illusion.
Catching the Jumping Ghost wasn’t actually important; what Zhang Qian cared more about was the information it might carry.
Perhaps through it, he could understand the dark side of the Post Office or other hidden mechanisms.
Ghost Face’s power didn’t disappoint Zhang Qian; after flickering for a while, it stabilized.
But he discovered his Illusion had already dissipated, leaving only this black smoke Illusion unchanged.
Perhaps Ghost Face’s Attack doesn’t rely on a small Ghost Face but on this eerie space?
Although the Illusion was gone, through a God’s Perspective-like method, Zhang Qian vaguely saw a corpse lying on the ground.
The clothes on the corpse were still decayed, with pitch-black pus and blood flowing down from the wound.
Its head was twisted and deformed, even with a huge dent—easy to see this corpse was the Jumping Ghost that had been full of murderous intent at the start.
Although those derivative Ghost Hands had disappeared, and no power was attacking it now, Zhang Qian’s several hours of continuous assault had completely crippled it.
At this moment, it could only lie on the ground like a real dead body until Supernatural Power resurged to restore its mobility.
“Just watching like this isn’t convenient. Wonder if I can condense an Illusion remotely?”
Zhang Qian’s mind slowly sank, trying to use the ability obtained from Ghost Face.
Moments later, some smoke swirled and twisted, the color gradually deepening, the texture shifting from gas to liquid.
The liquid gradually thickened, ultimately forming something like the special ink from the Tattoo Parlor.
“It’s that again… Does the Tattoo Parlor lineage love ink so much?”
The ink dripped to the ground, the uniform cyan-black now tinged with other colors.
Soon, a lifelike Zhang Qian was freshly formed—not just the appearance, but importantly, the Supernatural contained in Zhang Qian was replicated.
Illusion generated, Zhang Qian’s perspective shifted, returning to the Illusion body.
For some reason, he suddenly sensed something else in the smoke.
And that thing was right… behind him!
