Chapter 72: Zhang Xiangguang
“How should I address this senior? I think there might be some misunderstanding between us.” The youth’s voice was hoarse, trying to find a way to survive for himself. “I have no conflict with you. I can completely serve as your subordinate. No matter what you want to do, I can cooperate with you.”
“Zhang Xiangguang.” The man put away his great saber. “You just need to answer my questions truthfully.”
“No problem.”
The youth breathed a sigh of relief, inexplicably feeling that this name was somewhat familiar, but upon careful thought, he had no impression of it.
But as long as communication was possible, that was good… He was just afraid of encountering those lunatics who had stayed in the painting too long and had already lost their minds mentally.
“If I know the answer, I certainly won’t conceal it. But after you finish asking, can you let me go? I guarantee I won’t tell anyone about this matter.”
“Yesterday evening, did you see some unusual thing?” Zhang Xiangguang asked on his own.
“That…” The youth wanted to say more, but the great saber in Zhang Xiangguang’s hand twirled into a beautiful saber flower, the meaning self-evident.
The situation was stronger than the man, so the youth had no choice but to submit.
“Yesterday evening, let me think… The only difference was probably encountering a strange young man. He said he had a way to save me and get me out.”
“Of course I didn’t believe him at first, just…”
Although he was answering the question, the youth was dragging out the time as much as possible.
This Zhang Xiangguang didn’t know what method he used to beat the fierce ghost he controlled into near silence. Even after half a day, it still hadn’t reached the point of resurgence.
“You absolutely wouldn’t believe what he did.” The youth deliberately dangled a cliffhanger.
“He actually sent me a letter, the kind that the messenger usually delivers, that pale yellow…”
“Like this?” Zhang Xiangguang interrupted the youth’s nonsense, casually grabbing with his idle left hand in the air.
A pale yellow envelope suddenly appeared in his hand.
However, unlike Zhang Qian’s fake letter that was all show, the letter in Zhang Xiangguang’s hand was real and could activate a messenger mission once.
“You… you can actually control the post office too.” The youth became somewhat stammering.
The post office manager that countless people in paintings wanted to find was actually one of them?
No, if Zhang Xiangguang were the manager, he wouldn’t be in a place like this, so he should just have mastered a portion of the power.
But this information was shocking enough to attract many interested people to make a move.
For example, Yang Xiao, who was known as the nightmare. With him leading the charge, plus other ghost controllers, even if it was really the administrator, they would have to fall.
“Just took a letter…” Zhang Xiangguang mused thoughtfully.
His control over the post office couldn’t be called comprehensive. After all, the ghost post office wasn’t established by him. Although he was called a manager like Luo Wensong, the authority in his hands was much smaller.
Last night, he only sensed unusual fluctuations here, but he didn’t know exactly what thing it was.
Once the only problem was figured out, this youth had no need for existence.
Zhang Xiangguang raised his great saber. “Do you have any last words?”
“I just want to live. I can guarantee not to tell your information to others.” The youth struggled to move his body, trying to delay the last bit of time.
The fierce ghost in his body was rapidly resurging. He didn’t seek to kill this Zhang Xiangguang; as long as he could repel him for a moment, it would be enough.
“Kaka kaka—”
The youth’s head slowly turned backward, an angle that had already surpassed the limit of ordinary humans, to the point that spiral patterns were squeezed out on the skin of his neck.
This was of course not self-harm, but some supernatural means.
As long as he turned his head to the back, his attack target would uncontrollably make the same action.
The youth had once tested this move on Zhang Qian, but unfortunately, the supernatural power of the person in painting couldn’t affect outside the painting.
Not only that, the remains scattered around also underwent some unknown change.
Those hands and feet trembled for a moment, then eerily stood up, and began crawling together on the floor.
As if some invisible thing had assembled them onto its body, treating them as its own limbs.
Zhang Xiangguang’s expression showed no change whatsoever. “I don’t need your guarantee. I have a better way.”
The great saber in his hand fell, ignoring the obstruction of supernatural and flesh, cutting through the youth’s neck as easily as slicing through air.
The head rolled toward the ground, but the great saber’s action did not stop.
The rusty blade swung in the air, drawing an arc in front of the man.
In just an instant.
Some terrifying supernatural silently erupted, affecting those wriggling hands and feet from afar.
The remains that were about to sneak attack suddenly stiffened, then collapsed to the ground as if losing control.
A fierce ghost invisible to ordinary people was split open alive. Even if not dead, it would need to wait for some opportunity to recover.
With just one saber strike, the youth ghost controller who controlled two ghosts completely lost the ability to resist.
And at this time, that human head finally rolled to the wall corner with a gurgle, completely devoid of vitality.
“Last chance. Any last words?” Zhang Xiangguang pointed his saber at the human head, the tip still stained with some viscous crimson liquid.
Ghost controllers’ vitality varies; for most ghost controllers, damage to internal organs could be considered fatal.
But the youth’s head had long been replaced with a fierce ghost, so losing the body was just a minor injury not enough to kill him.
Sure enough, the human head rolled on its own to the man’s feet, revealing the youth’s venomous eyes.
“You and I are both people in paintings. Even if you control the post office, don’t you still have to stay in the painting? Why do you have to kill us all!”
Even without a chest cavity, the supernatural power still maintained the youth’s ability to speak, but the tone of that voice was very strange—not like a human, but more like coming from a fierce ghost’s mouth.
“Unfortunately, I thought you would ask me to pass a message to your family.”
After the youth finished speaking, Zhang Xiangguang exerted force with his right hand, and the great saber’s tip stabbed straight downward.
He had no intention of answering the youth’s question. It was just a dead man; why let him know so many secrets?
Without any surprise.
The supernatural of the ghost head was instantly defeated. After losing the maintenance of supernatural power, the youth’s vitality was completely cut off.
His pupils dilated, the desire for survival making him widen his eyes, but the light in that gaze ultimately dissipated powerlessly.
Yet such a miserable sight didn’t shake Zhang Xiangguang in the slightest. He expressionlessly withdrew the great saber and lifted his right foot to stomp down hard.
The imagined scene of blood and gore flying didn’t appear.
That head actually sank into the floor and began to slowly descend.
Until the head completely disappeared, not a trace could be seen on the floor, as if they were originally the same thing.
Not only that, the remains and bloodstains left by the youth… all turned into some crimson viscous liquid, quietly drilling into the cracks in the walls and floor.
People in paintings: first the painting, then the person. Even the fierce ghosts on their bodies were no exception.
