Chapter 112: Lin Qian’s Backup Plan
Xu Feng’s expression changed.
This newcomer actually wants to make a move?
But before he could react, a extreme chill suddenly emerged from behind him.
A strange shadow had stood up from behind him at some unknown time.
The shadow was headless and directly grabbed Xu Feng’s head.
The next moment, a bizarre scene appeared.
Xu Feng’s head was taken off just like building blocks pieced together.
No, even easier than taking off building blocks!
How is that possible!
Xu Feng’s expression was shocked; his body lost its head but did not fall to the ground.
Instead, it stood rigidly upright.
The chill emerged, and the visible headless body standing was quickly enveloped by the chill.
What a joke!
Did he just get instantly killed?
“I thought you were so strong, but that’s it?”
Xu Feng’s head fell, and the bald young man’s pupils shrank.
This guy is absolutely among the top Ghost Controllers at headquarters; he can’t be a newcomer!
Suddenly, a faint crying sound drifted from the dim roadside mountain forest nearby.
An inexplicable chill appeared in Yang Jian’s heart.
That Grave-crying Ghost hasn’t left, and it’s right in this vicinity.
Moreover, it has likely already targeted them.
From the conversation between Xu Feng and that duck-bill cap man, it could be analyzed that although the ghost that got off the bus had a chance of leaving, it was also possible that the ghost that got off hadn’t completely left and was still wandering nearby.
The current situation was the latter.
Yang Jian’s expression changed slightly; he directly dropped Xu Feng’s head and retreated into the Ghost Domain.
Meanwhile, that duck-bill cap young man strangely fell to the ground, with chill permeating his entire body.
It seemed to have fallen into Supernatural Revival.
And it appeared to be autonomous revival.
“Woo woo~!”
The crying sound continued endlessly nearby, dry and hoarse, indescribable in words, exuding an inexplicable eeriness everywhere.
It hadn’t felt like much when he first heard it, but as the crying persisted, Yang Jian inexplicably felt like crying along.
His eyes were already welling up with tears.
Inside the Ghost Domain, the crying sound hadn’t completely disappeared; instead, it suddenly dropped to the lowest volume, faint and almost inaudible if not listened to carefully.
“The Ghost Domain is working; although it hasn’t completely blocked this crying sound, it can eliminate most of the influence….” Yang Jian breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Yang Jian knew very well that the Ghost Domain couldn’t block this crying sound.
It could only weaken it.
He looked at Xu Feng, who was already dead.
Without supernatural protection, he, left only with his head, had tears streaming down his face.
His face bore a bizarre smile.
In the distance by the roadside, the dried corpse in the wedding dress was now walking towards this side.
He didn’t know what had happened, but when the other party walked out of that small path, the bus, which had stalled and fallen into darkness, suddenly emitted a muffled sound.
It was as if something inside the bus was slamming against the door.
Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly; the crying sound began appearing in the Ghost Domain again.
He frowned and directly chose to activate the second layer of Ghost Domain.
The crying sound weakened, but it still persisted.
This place had too high a degree of eeriness.
And his President was actually in such a place, seemingly doing something terrifying.
Yang Jian thought about it and soon understood the essence of the intensifying crying sound.
It was an echo.
Yang Jian’s gaze flickered; the moment the crying sound continued in the Ghost Domain, he directly chose to pierce his own eardrums.
Instantly, the world went quiet.
“This works too?”
Yang Jian had just tried it, not expecting it to actually work.
The crying sound could no longer affect him.
This ghostly thing, if allowed to cry for a period of time, was almost certain death; unexpectedly, making himself deaf rendered him unaffected.
If ordinary people knew this, they might actually have a chance to survive.
But now, it seemed a bit late.
Yang Jian glanced at Zhang Hao and the two female companions; even in the second layer of Ghost Domain, he couldn’t save them.
The three were now stiff-faced on the ground, with expressions of sorrowful crying at death, looking as if they had cried themselves to death alive.
Those rigid expressions sent chills down one’s spine.
After handling his own situation, Yang Jian turned his gaze to the dried corpse bride.
The moment the other party reached the side of the bus, he abruptly smelled a strong bloody scent.
Exactly the same as what he had smelled on the bus before.
Yang Jian’s brows furrowed tightly; it was this bloody scent again.
The bus stalled when the bloody scent appeared.
Now the bloody scent had appeared again; what would happen?
Yang Jian didn’t know, but he could only watch that dried corpse bride warily.
It felt very dangerous!
“Six days.”
Yan Li looked at the Old Man: “Can’t I go bring back the President yet?”
The Old Man, Luo Qian, narrowed his eyes looking at the Ghost Domain.
Inside the Ghost Domain, the opera stage presented an extremely eerie scene.
Lin Qian’s body stood on the opera stage.
Three Fierce Ghosts were connected to Lin Qian’s body in bizarre poses.
Just like a spinning top.
The three ghosts and Lin Qian’s body’s head were touching each other.
Lin Qian’s body stood on the opera stage, while the three ghosts floated in the air.
If lying down, it would be the three ghosts and Lin Qian’s head lying head-to-head.
But now, it was standing up.
The scene was extremely bizarre.
And even more bizarre was that Lin Qian’s body and these three ghosts had no faces.
At the spot where their heads touched, there was no empty space, but a faceless face.
It looked as if this faceless face had connected them together.
The supernatural confrontation had already ended on the fifth day.
From the sixth day, the supernatural began to subside.
Now was the sixth day, and the supernatural was subsiding.
Probably by tomorrow at most, all the Fierce Ghosts on Lin Qian would subside.
Lin Qian’s plan would also be completed.
But now, inside the opera stage space, who knew what the situation was.
Could Lin Qian really hold out until Yan Li entered the opera stage space?
Or rather, could Yan Li bring back Lin Qian if he entered?
These were all unknowns.
Of course, this wasn’t what he was worried about.
External danger was about to arrive.
That ghost causing trouble in the graveyard was getting more rampant.
The other party never entered the graveyard with its bizarre ability.
It only controlled Fierce Ghosts to dig graves and catch ghosts.
Luo Qian knew what that ghost wanted to do.
But clearly, this ghost wasn’t coming for him, but for Lin Qian.
Moreover, the other party might possess wisdom and know of his existence.
The other party was catching ghosts probably to prevent being instantly killed by him.
Yan Li didn’t get the answer he needed, and his heart grew even more tormented.
It was almost the seventh day, and he still didn’t know the President’s situation.
“Tomorrow, there might be a result.” Seeing how anxious and worried Yan Li was, Luo Qian mercifully gave him a hint.
“You can start preparing; what you’ll encounter next is likely something you’ve never seen in your life.”
Yan Li instantly calmed his mood and began stabilizing his state.
“Can’t beat it!”
Lin Qian looked at his missing arm.
The arm couldn’t come back.
He didn’t know what method the other party used; in an instant, he had lost the Ice Ghost.
If not for the opera stage’s ability keeping him at the same level of supernatural as the other party.
He might have died long ago.
At this moment, there were no ghosts left in his body; the illusory Fierce Ghosts from the opera stage had been completely stripped away by the other party’s bizarre method.
He currently only had the three abilities inherent to the mask.
The Ghost Mouth’s ability, and the mask’s two killing patterns: looking and not looking.
“We might lose.”
The woman’s situation wasn’t good either; she had lost twenty Fierce Ghosts inside her, and her two arms had vanished without a trace, unable to recover.
The face paint on her face was now black, looking like a dan role.
In this confrontation, she had already changed her face paint twenty times.
Each change represented the loss of one ghost.
Inside the opera stage space, the ghosts were illusory.
Not real.
And the losses here were essentially not the ghosts themselves, but the ghosts’ abilities.
“Do you understand the other party’s ability?”
Lin Qian rubbed the knife wound on his neck, his Ghost Eye turning slightly.
He completely didn’t understand how Asura managed to make them lose their internal Fierce Ghost abilities.
He guessed it was due to plunder.
But they hadn’t even touched the other party; how could their Fierce Ghosts be plundered?
“Not clear. Lin Qian, I have Restart, but just now when I tried to use it, I found my Restart was countered.”
The woman stared at Asura, who was motionless in the distance.
The other party was truly elegant.
They didn’t attack, and neither did the other party.
After fighting for so long, the other party was unscathed, while they had lost arms and most of their Fierce Ghost abilities.
Lin Qian had even directly lost all internal Fierce Ghost abilities, left only with the mask’s inherent ones.
No way to fight.
They would absolutely lose.
The other party hadn’t lied.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?!”
Lin Qian was shocked; Restart being countered meant what?
It meant the other party was using Restart!
Moreover, it was possible that from beginning to end, the other party had been using this terrifying ability.
And they hadn’t even noticed.
Lin Qian felt his hair stand on end; he had never imagined the other party possessed Restart.
He also hadn’t thought that the Ghost Play Troupe’s Troupe Leader also had Restart.
That was outrageous.
In a three-way fight, he was the only one without Restart?
Wasn’t this bullying an honest person?
Even more outrageous was that the woman had Restart but only just tried to use it!
The woman’s gaze flickered as she glanced at her vanished arms.
The arms had disappeared suddenly.
No matter how she used supernatural powers, the arms wouldn’t recover.
“What now?”
Lin Qian asked.
If this continued, they would definitely lose.
From the other party’s bizarre method alone, sooner or later they would become Ghost Controllers with supernatural but no attacking means.
At that point, they could only engage in melee combat, using supernatural suppression against the opponent.
But they couldn’t win with abilities; could they win without them?
What a joke?
“What to do?”
The woman’s gaze shifted slightly:
“What else can we do?”
“Keep fighting; under equal supernatural, my Restart and the opponent’s Restart are absolutely the same.”
“The opponent can counter my Restart, which means the opponent’s Restart might be stacked.”
“That’s how it can counter mine.”
The woman analyzed.
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing this:
“Lying; keep lying.”
“Guess if I believe you.”
“Don’t think I don’t know that here, no matter how you stack supernatural, the final degree of supernatural will always be the same.”
“That’s the opera stage’s ability!”
The woman fell silent instantly.
“Stop holding back; I have no more methods. If you don’t bring out your true skills, we’ll definitely lose!”
Lin Qian looked coldly at the woman.
Don’t think that because the woman fought fiercely before, unleashing all kinds of moves, it looked like a Ghost Controller using supernatural, but more like a ghost using abilities.
But in reality, the other party hadn’t used her full strength.
She was holding back, and Asura was holding back too; both were guarding against something.
Here, the weak one was actually only him!
In a top Ghost Controller confrontation, he had seen it.
Then he was surprised to find he couldn’t understand it.
The woman didn’t speak, just looked up at the sky.
Then she strangely said:
“It’s time.”
Hearing this, Lin Qian inexplicably felt his heart sink.
In the distance, Asura nodded upon hearing this:
“Indeed, it’s time.”
Without any hesitation, Lin Qian turned and directly stepped into that Ghost Street.
“You can’t escape.”
The next moment, Lin Qian bizarrely returned to the original spot.
The woman’s arms abruptly reappeared.
Asura stood with hands behind his back, gaze cold.
“You two!”
How could he not understand now; these two had teamed up!
“Do you think you can run?”
“You, having lost Fierce Ghost abilities, left only with supernatural and three useless abilities—how do you escape?”
The woman said indifferently, her opera robe quickly turning black.
The other party had now fully transformed into a black-faced dan ghost.
“You’re scheming against me.”
Lin Qian stood in place, his expression unusually calm.
Asura nodded faintly:
“Among us, if I win or she wins, there will be an opportunity, but if you win, we have none.”
The woman, expression cold, walked towards Lin Qian.
Asura didn’t move, seemingly in no hurry.
Here, only one person could walk out.
Even with the mask, a victor had to be decided.
However, this was no longer something Lin Qian could consider.
The one walking out of here wouldn’t be Lin Qian.
Two top Ghost Controllers teaming up to scheme against him, a newcomer?
Lin Qian’s gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at the approaching woman.
“From beginning to end, you never truly told me all of the opera stage’s abilities.”
The woman paused upon hearing this, her gaze narrowing.
She didn’t speak but quickened her steps.
Outside, the Fierce Ghosts were about to subside completely.
They didn’t have much time; best to decide the victor completely when the supernatural fully balanced and someone outside entered to take the mask.
Otherwise, they might not get out.
They hadn’t told Lin Qian about this.
Lin Qian didn’t know either.
Seeing the woman not speak, Lin Qian smirked and slowly retreated.
The woman didn’t care; the other party couldn’t enter that Ghost Street.
Because of Restart.
But suddenly, Asura appeared directly in front of Lin Qian without warning, reaching for him.
The woman’s expression darkened, instantly attacking Asura.
But the next moment, she forcibly halted her attack, her face turning extremely ugly.
Asura also stopped.
He looked at his hand; flesh rotting, instantly turning to white bone.
Lin Qian slowly retreated into the Ghost Street.
Restart kept activating, but Lin Qian seemed unaffected.
Until he stood in the Ghost Street.
The woman and Asura finally understood why the other party could ignore Restart.
At this moment, the seventh day quietly arrived.
And at this very moment, a bus drove into the Endless Graveyard.
