Chapter 108: King Of Time? Kill Old Qin?
In recent days, the residents who survived in Dachang City would always see a very “strange” sight.
A silver light occasionally streaked across the sky, illuminating the man-eating darkness of the sky.
Although most of the survivors knew about the existence of supernatural events,
for this silver light full of hope, more people still regarded it as some kind of astronomical phenomenon.
This kind of mental solace was like the beautiful prophecies of ancient times, just a form of self-comfort produced in despair in an attempt to find hope for survival.
After all, facing a fierce ghost,
how much could ordinary people do.
Earlier, when he nailed the starving ghost and the ghost domain covered the whole city, Jiang Shan had spotted the figure of a “familiar ghost”.
On the road in a certain residential area,
a ground full of weird red paper seemed like it was from some family holding a joyous event, deliberately scattered for good luck.
But the supernatural nature on the red paper made Jiang Shan feel very familiar.
An old acquaintance,
no, an “old ghost”.
He was certain it should be that newspaper ghost that was “let go” by the dead face ghost; it had appeared in Dachang City once again.
So after the starving ghost incident ended,
Jiang Shan activated his ghost domain to cover Dachang City almost every day, for the purpose of searching for traces of the newspaper ghost.
And today after Zhao Jianguo left,
through the ghost domain, he actually discovered that weird figure downstairs in an old residential area.
To prevent the newspaper ghost from suddenly disappearing,
after reminding Yang Jian, Jiang Shan immediately came to that residential area.
“I didn’t expect us to meet again, newspaper ghost.”
Although Jiang Shan didn’t recognize that face, he could confirm the identity of the man sitting on the chair quietly reading the newspaper.
Yang Jian’s high school classmate,
Zhao Lei.
At the same time,
the newspaper ghost enveloped by the ghost domain seemed to trigger some kind of instinct of it,
a yin wind blew up, and around it, red paper filled the sky, kicking up a cloud of dust.
In the blink of an eye, the entire street turned into a desolate, abandoned place.
“Ghost domain? No, this isn’t a ghost domain, what a strange supernatural power.” Jiang Shan frowned.
He saw those red papers swirling and hovering in mid-air, each one bearing a human face—men’s, women’s, children’s, and Zhao Lei’s—these human faces showed expressions of fear, serenity, despair, just like masks, weird and terrifying.
And at the end of this street.
There was a long bench, like a resting bench in a park.
A person was sitting on it, only the feet visible, the upper body unseen, because that person was holding a newspaper while sitting there reading it.
Motionless.
Stiff like a corpse.
The instant he discovered the newspaper ghost, this “life mentor”,
Jiang Shan didn’t hesitate at all and immediately launched a ghost characters attack on it with zero-frame startup.
But this time, the ghost characters didn’t act on the newspaper ghost as before; instead, they strangely appeared on that red paper swirling in the sky.
As the blood-red ghost characters disappeared, the red paper like characters seemed to be scorched by some unknown supernatural force, turning into countless paper ash in the blink of an eye, scattering down from the sky.
As expected,
the killing pattern of the ghost characters had been briefly altered by the newspaper ghost!
“This red paper can not only naturally suppress the ghost eye, its suppression of the ghost characters is even stronger. If I can control the newspaper ghost, then the ghost in my body might really achieve stable balance.”
Jiang Shan made a simple attempt; he wanted to know if the newspaper ghost could truly suppress the ghost characters.
Based on the current results, the hypothesis of three-ghost balance might really be achievable!
Although the ghost characters’ probe failed, Jiang Shan’s action seemed to enrage the “man” quietly reading the newspaper at the end of the street.
As another strange yin wind blew up around it.
The ashes on the ground proved that the earlier ghost characters attack was not an illusion.
But coming with the yin wind was still that weird red paper; it surprisingly appeared again, swirling all over the sky,
each red paper bearing a human face, each human face filled with expressions of despair, fear, and breakdown—these expressions interwoven, making one feel as if in hell, all negative emotions, without a shred of light or hope.
Behind every human face might be an innocent person who was attacked, those despairing expressions left by them before death.
Looking at the red paper constantly flying toward him, Jiang Shan’s eyes were calm.
He threw his hand without any hesitation, and the withered finger in his hand flew out like a dart.
With his current body state, this withered finger thrown out had immense force, shooting toward the newspaper ghost like a bullet.
The next moment.
The person sitting on the bench fell straight to the ground, the red newspaper in hand pierced through.
“Hm? Not the newspaper ghost? So it’s a ghost whose pattern was altered and disguised? Yang Xiao, I didn’t expect it was really you controlling the newspaper ghost.”
At the same moment he threw the withered finger, Jiang Shan launched the blood ghost’s consciousness attack.
But in the consciousness suspected to be the newspaper ghost’s, he actually discovered Yang Xiao’s memory!
In the memory,
from some unknown perspective, a man wearing clothes from the 1970s or 80s, with a pale face and blurred features, was searching for something among a pile of human faces, but in the next second, the man suddenly turned his head to look at the screen owner.
Terrifying supernatural power seemed to assault across the memory!
Jiang Shan’s expression changed slightly, and he immediately wanted to use the blood ghost’s attack to annihilate Yang Xiao’s memory fragments.
But suddenly,
everything disappeared,
not only the Yang Xiao memory on that ghost vanished, but the desolate street around it also seemed to return to normal all at once.
Pedestrians began appearing around the street, and those human face papers swirling around Jiang Shan fell to the ground, no longer weird.
Jiang Shan glanced with his peripheral vision and saw they were blood-drenched human skin faces.
As if freshly peeled alive from living people, and each human face was perfectly intact, even with eyelids; if they had bodies, they would be living people.
Ignoring these things, he knew this was just supernatural phenomena derived from the fierce ghost.
“The medium in the ghost’s consciousness disappeared, so the memory vanished with it.”
Using the ghost domain to clear away the constantly falling human faces in front of him, Jiang Shan’s eyes narrowed.
His gaze swept toward where the “newspaper ghost” had been; besides some tattered clothes, all that remained was a blood-drenched human face pinned to the ground by the withered finger.
Everything that happened tonight seemed to be part of Yang Xiao’s plan.
From the bait disguised as the newspaper ghost,
to the now vanished ghost, and that deliberately left human face.
If Jiang Shan guessed right, that human face should bear some hints left by Yang Xiao.
Thinking of this, his face darkened as he strode over, then picked up the blood-drenched human face from the ground and photographed it with his mobile phone.
This already cracked human skin face was neither Zhao Lei nor anyone else, but a face resembling Yang Jian, a middle-aged man.
“As expected, this is no longer the world from the original work. The vanished Yang Jian, the deviated plot, Yang Xiao controlling the newspaper ghost. So was the newspaper ghost appearing in my home back then also Yang Xiao’s scheme? No, the newspaper ghost at that time showed no abnormal behavior.”
Holding the human face,
Jiang Shan glanced at the words written on the back with fresh blood:
“1. You are the newspaper ghost; 2. Find Yang Jian.”
Recalling the fragmented memory remnants of Yang Xiao on that ghost, with flickering eyes, Jiang Shan frowned tightly as he looked toward the southwest, murmuring:
“‘Kill Old Qin’, ‘King of Time’, ‘Dajing City ghost painting’. Yang Xiao, what exactly are you trying to do?”
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Thanks for brothers’ support!!!
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