Chapter 300: Visiting The Traditional Chinese Medicine Shop Late At Night
At the moment Gao Zhi Qiang launched an attack on him, although there were no abnormalities on his body, Jiang Shan faintly felt that his body seemed to be disappearing.
Not only that, Jiang Shan suddenly felt his consciousness become somewhat blurry for an instant, with something like a subconscious in his mind constantly hypnotizing him.
That supernatural from his consciousness kept telling him that he was already dead at this moment and should not live in this world.
Even though this feeling only lasted a few seconds and did not affect Jiang Shan at all, it was precisely these few seconds that made him suddenly realize something:
“The essence of the Deceiver Ghost is a consciousness-type fierce ghost?”
Because Gao Zhi Qiang had not only deceived him through the Deceiver Ghost but also deceived the fierce ghost with its supernatural, the Deceiver Ghost was now in a state of perfect resurrection.
It was neither in a dormant state where the medium was blocked and the supernatural was suppressed, nor in an extreme resurrection state with rules beyond the normal scope.
What the Deceiver Ghost revealed at this moment was its source, its essence.
And this was also the reason Jiang Shan changed his mind; if the nature of the Deceiver Ghost was the same as fierce ghosts like the Ghost Shadow, Jiang Shan would not control it.
Estimating from his own state, he felt he could at least control a high terror level fierce ghost that did not conflict with his own supernatural.
But precisely because of this, this slot was extremely precious; even with the current turbulent situation, he had not made a decision among the many choices.
After all, every ghost determined the future path of the ghost wielder, and the upper limit of supernatural was gradually defined through these successive controls and balances.
But when he discovered that the essence of the Deceiver Ghost was actually a consciousness-type fierce ghost, Jiang Shan immediately had the thought of controlling it.
Now he not only controlled all the supernatural of the Blood Ghost and could use its abilities without restraint, but he had also annexed the terrifying private school controlled by Zhang Xiangguang.
On the consciousness level,
Jiang Shan was no longer afraid of any supernatural; even the Ghost Dream that Yang Jian had controlled in the original work, he might now have the ability to fight it.
And precisely because of this, Jiang Shan’s idea for the Deceiver Ghost was not just to treat it as a supernatural item, but to control it and fully master its abilities.
“Let go quickly, Jiang Shan, I won’t run, I’ll give you all my money, I’ll give you all the women I keep, let me go, I’m willing to be your dog.”
Gao Zhi Qiang now had his numb eyes open; although he felt no fear, his own thoughts filled him with a weird panic.
Although he did not know why he, having become an emotionless fierce ghost, was still affected by emotions.
But at this moment, Gao Zhi Qiang could clearly feel an extremely cold Blood Hand tightly strangling his neck, that despairing suffocation sweeping through his mind like a tide.
This threat of death made him know,
If Jiang Shan succeeded, he would undoubtedly die.
But now he could only shout, unable to move; Jiang Shan’s hand tightly gripped his throat, terrifying Ghost Characters covering his entire body.
The suppression from the fake coffin nail and Ghost Characters made him unable to use any supernatural, even unable to move, as if nailed in place.
Gao Zhi Qiang could not make any resistance; he could only watch as his entire body began to become no longer illusory, and his body was being eroded by supernatural.
Dull knife killing harm.
In just a few breaths, Gao Zhi Qiang’s shouts grew smaller and smaller until there was no light left in his eyes.
He died.
Merely in a suppressed state, he had not even lived as long as a cigarette before dying like a stray dog by the roadside, without any ripples.
This was because after fusing his consciousness with the ghost, once Gao Zhi Qiang was forcibly controlled and suppressed by external supernatural, his mind would disappear with the Deceiver Ghost’s defeat.
And this was death in another sense.
At this moment.
Jiang Shan’s body gradually overlapped with Gao Zhi Qiang’s, the two producing afterimages with Gao Zhi Qiang’s death.
Now Gao Zhi Qiang’s consciousness had disappeared due to the annihilation of supernatural, and the Deceiver Ghost seemed to undergo a weird change due to double suppression and Gao Zhi Qiang’s death.
“The Deceiver Ghost is not unable to resurrect as Gao Zhi Qiang thought, but its resurrection method is different.”
“According to what Yang Jian said in the original work back then, the Deceiver Ghost gradually fuses with a person’s consciousness, and eventually the person’s personality disappears unknowingly, completely replaced by the ghost; perhaps that person can still maintain the thinking patterns of their living self, but the essence has already become a ghost.”
“The reason Yang Jian did not control this ghost back then was because his body already had other ghosts, and the Deceiver Ghost’s supernatural could not affect the Ghost Eye, Ghost Shadow, or Ghost Hand, so forcibly controlling it would inevitably cause imbalance in his body’s supernatural, but I do not need to consider this.”
Jiang Shan was very clear about his own advantages; the Blood Ghost with its extremely high terror level was his confidence in controlling the Deceiver Ghost.
Because whether it was the early Yang Jian or most ghost wielders, their path was nothing more than mutual balance, keeping supernatural in a delicate medium.
But the path Jiang Shan took was different from most ghost wielders; three core fierce ghosts were like the three vertices of a triangle, suppressing each other yet elevating each other.
Plus, he was originally an anomaly; as the Blood Ghost itself, he could use the Blood Ghost’s supernatural to intervene in the balance within his body, which was the reason for his uniqueness.
So facing the Deceiver Ghost, which could only be considered a puzzle piece, according to Jiang Shan’s guess, controlling it posed no risk or burden at all.
Supernatural conflict between consciousnesses,
The strong remain strong, the weak become puzzle pieces.
After confirming Gao Zhi Qiang was dead, Jiang Shan unhesitatingly prepared to try controlling this ghost.
Strands of weird Black Blood began spreading from his arm to Gao Zhi Qiang’s corpse, then the Black Blood seeped into the corpse as if melting.
Instantly,
Jiang Shan felt an extra consciousness suddenly appear in his body; this consciousness was very weird, like another person entering his thoughts, remaining silent yet clearly existing.
The Deceiver Ghost entered Jiang Shan’s consciousness as a person.
Unfortunately,
It had not even seen that rundown private school when the Black Blood filling the entire consciousness world corroded it like strong acid; the moment that person touched it, his body rotted madly and then disappeared.
In a moment, Jiang Shan perfectly controlled the Deceiver Ghost; at this moment, everything in his sight underwent a weird change.
Although there was no specific manifestation in real sight, this feeling made him understand:
Compared to Gao Zhi Qiang’s excavation and use of the Deceiver Ghost, the Blood Ghost’s supernatural level directly unleashed its terrifying abilities fully.
Looking at the black night above, Jiang Shan, preparing to test the Deceiver Ghost’s abilities, determined the range and slowly said:
“The sky should brighten.”
As the words fell,
The darkness within hundreds of meters around Jiang Shan instantly dissipated, as if a ray of dawn pierced the endless black night and enveloped him.
Weird yet sacred.
After successfully finding a supernatural power that could create a woman identical to He Yuelian, Jiang Shan did not rush back to Dajing City first but came to a special place.
Zhongjiang City.
This city was actually not very noteworthy, an extremely ordinary city.
Headquarters’ files even specially marked this city because it had no person in charge, the reason being that no supernatural event had ever occurred here.
And this was the main reason it was specially marked by headquarters.
With a “sky waterfall” flashing with Silver Light falling from the sky, the entire city instantly escaped the embrace of the night goddess, the dazzling Silver Light illuminating every corner of the city.
“Found you.”
Jiang Shan in the Ghost Domain sensed something; his gaze suddenly turned to a certain urban area of the city, and his entire person instantly vanished into the Silver Light.
On a street in the Old Town sat a Traditional Chinese Medicine Shop that looked very old.
This Traditional Chinese Medicine Shop was from a very ancient time, seemingly there since the street appeared; its existence was a childhood memory for many elderly residents.
Because it was late at night, even the most prosperous commercial street had no pedestrians, let alone this old street in the Old Town.
And this saved Jiang Shan effort; when his figure appeared at the door of this Traditional Chinese Medicine Shop.
Instantly.
The door of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Shop creaked open as if kicked hard, and the room was immediately lit by a beam of light, all darkness swept away.
Almost simultaneously, several oil lamps and several candles in the shop were lit uniformly, but what flickered on them was not ordinary flames, but pale green Ghost Fire.
The Dead Face Ghost’s Ghost Domain was extremely domineering; when Jiang Shan peeked here from the Ghost Domain, he felt an invisible force vaguely blocking his probe.
And he had not even actively spread; due to the Dead Face Ghost Ghost Domain’s characteristics, it directly launched an attack in Ghost Domain form.
This was why the Traditional Chinese Medicine Shop’s door burst open the moment Jiang Shan appeared at the door.
“You young one are really something, such a terrifying Ghost Domain; with your momentum, are you planning to burn down this old man’s house?”
As Jiang Shan just entered the Traditional Chinese Medicine Shop, a slightly complaining voice sounded; from behind the shop, an old man resembling a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner, leaning on a cane, slowly walked out.
Beside this old man followed a woman around thirty; although she was a voluptuous, outstandingly graceful beauty, her resentful expression clearly showed her attitude.
After all, being woken up in the middle of the night by someone kicking the door would make it hard for anyone to give a good face.
“I’m Jiang Shan, branch minister of the branch; since the matter is urgent, I’ll get straight to the point: Dajing City and headquarters are done for; I want you to give me a pack of medicine to solve this crisis.”
Seeing Zhang Bohua appear, Jiang Shan directly stated his purpose straightforwardly.
Although the Human Skin Paper had given a method, this method still had certain traps or uncertainties.
To be safe, after much consideration, Jiang Shan chose to come to Zhongjiang City to get from Zhang Bohua a dose of Traditional Chinese Medicine that could suppress fierce ghost imbalance.
“Kicking someone’s door in the middle of the night? Is this your attitude in seeking medicine? So what if you’re a branch minister; which person coming here isn’t extremely respectful? You think you’re special?”
“Driver, this man.”
“Pa~!”
Before the woman beside Zhang Bohua could finish, a crisp slap echoed in the empty shop.
Jiang Shan directly ignored the woman’s venomous glare and looked at Zhang Bohua with flickering eyes, saying calmly:
“Old Zhang, I mean no offense; you know the importance of headquarters; I don’t want to waste precious time here; some people need to control their mouths, or the lesson others give her won’t be as simple as just a slap.”
At the same time.
In the Ghost House.
“I absolutely cannot keep dragging this out; the Ghost House’s supernatural can only ensure I won’t be killed by the Ghost Bride’s curse for a short time; if I want to survive, I must control the Ghost Painting, or I’ll eventually die from supernatural imbalance.”
“The Ghost Wedding Dress and that Ghost Veil can’t be removed, and I absolutely cannot let go of the hand; if I do, I’ll bear the Ghost Painting’s supernatural alone and be instantly killed by it; damn it, what should I do?”
Yang Jian, sitting on a chair in the Ghost House, frowned tightly; looking at He Yuelian beside him, who was like a dry corpse wearing a vermilion wedding dress and a bright red veil, his heart was extremely heavy.
So he began frantically thinking of the next self-rescue method.
Ever since He Yuelian died, he had become the carrier of the Ghost Painting.
This meant the supernatural conflict between the Ghost Bride and the Ghost Painting would all happen inside his body.
But Yang Jian was not He Yuelian; although he bore the Ghost Bride’s curse, the two most important puzzle pieces of the Ghost Bride—the Ghost Wedding Dress and red veil—were still on He Yuelian.
Even though the two were connected through the Ghost Hand and held hands, making them one in the ghost’s eyes, the supernatural he actually possessed was only part of the Ghost Bride.
Without sufficient supernatural power;
Without He Yuelian’s face identical to the Ghost Painting’s previous wielder;
This meant that without external supernatural intervention, Yang Jian would undoubtedly die; he chose to enter the Ghost House to try shielding his medium and avoid the Ghost Painting’s attack.
But now the bloody facts told him,
None of this worked; the Ghost Painting and Ghost Bride’s supernatural still clashed in his body, showing no signs of weakening.
The current situation for Yang Jian was a countdown of life every second.
