Chapter 115: Zhenguan Era, No Martial Virtue
The moment the mask was put on that faceless face.
The corpse covered in grave soil suddenly stood up.
Immediately after, the mask slowly shifted down, covering the corpse’s face.
At the same time, the three ghosts connected to the face eerily stuck to the corpse’s body, then directly merged into the corpse.
At the same time, the grave soil covering the lower half of the corpse’s body slowly detached from the corpse at this moment.
Before Yang Jian could react.
The grave soil had already detached, and then those three ghosts fully merged into the corpse’s body.
A masked eerie existence stood on the opera stage.
Yang Jian’s expression suddenly changed, and a sense of crisis instantly emerged.
Before he could make a move, on the corpse’s mask, that half-squinted scarlet eye abruptly opened.
Immediately after, a chilling coldness seeped out from the corpse.
Then, the corpse moved.
Extremely fast!
The pale, bloodless arm, carrying a stench of decay, reached toward Yang Jian.
The ghost eyes suddenly opened wide, Yang Jian’s sense of crisis maxed out, and in an instant, he planned to stack the ghost eyes to the limit and then escape from here.
But the moment that pale hand reached out, the red light rising from his body suddenly began to flicker.
Then, it instantly went out.
Yang Jian was shocked in his heart, how is this possible!
Without hesitation, the shadow at his feet instantly lunged toward the corpse, directly standing up behind the opponent, then extending both hands, planning to directly remove the opponent’s head and temporarily dismantle and restrict them.
But the next moment, Yang Jian’s liver and gallbladder nearly burst.
He saw that this corpse’s other arm, in a eerie pose, instantly reached backward and grabbed the faceless ghost shadow.
The moment it was grabbed, the faceless ghost shadow lost connection with him directly.
What a joke!
The faceless ghost shadow was suppressed!
The hand grabbed Yang Jian’s face, and immediately, the ghost eyes in his body were directly suppressed.
At the same time, the ghost eyes and faceless ghost shadow in his own body were being pulled by a terrifying power, wanting to leave his body!
“What a joke!”
Yang Jian could hardly believe that he didn’t even have a chance to resist and was directly restricted.
Moreover, now, even the ghosts in his body showed signs of being taken away.
This absolute suppression power reminded Yang Jian of unpleasant memories.
Huang Gang Village!
Yes, it was Huang Gang Village!
He suddenly widened his eyes; Lin Qian had the supernatural from that ghost in Huang Gang Village on him!
“Fuck!”
I’m done for!
The ghost eyes and ghost shadow, under that pulling force, actually slowly began to leave his body, leaving the body of him, the ghost controller.
Yang Jian was utterly horrified.
But just when Yang Jian couldn’t think of any method and seemed to only be able to wait for death, that pulling force suddenly disappeared.
A change seemed to have appeared.
The hand grabbing his face suddenly let go.
At the same time, he felt that the faceless ghost shadow had re-established connection with him.
What was this situation?
Yang Jian quickly retreated, staring intently at the corpse standing on the opera stage.
He saw that the mask on the corpse’s face, its eyes had changed at some point, no longer so scarlet.
“Yang Jian, you have great luck.” The corpse abruptly spoke.
Yang Jian was stunned, then instantly understood.
“Lin Qian!”
He succeeded!
Using a method even eerier than his own, he successfully made all the fierce ghosts in his body go dormant.
“President, you succeeded!” While Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, he asked.
The masked corpse, or rather, Lin Qian.
He nodded slightly, the ghost eyes turning slightly.
He touched his neck; it was really close.
Earlier, in the opera stage space.
After true balance was activated, he and that woman appeared together on an opera stage.
At the same time, they both lost their supernatural powers and became ordinary people.
This opera stage had also changed.
On both sides of the opera stage, there were racks holding weapons.
The weapons were exceptionally sharp, gleaming with cold light.
After the woman realized her situation, her expression turned very ugly.
“Lin Qian, you’re courting death!”
She quickly scanned the surroundings, and the moment she didn’t see Asura, her face became extremely gloomy.
“We’ve all been schemed against; that Asura isn’t a ghost controller at all, it’s a ghost!”
“The opera stage won’t target ghosts because ghosts can’t be killed.”
“The opera stage won’t pull ghosts in here for melee combat.”
She stared at Lin Qian, her eyes full of hatred.
If it weren’t for this kid occupying the home field awareness, the moment the three met, the opponent would have died first!
Once the opponent died, they wouldn’t act immediately but wait until the fierce ghost outside went dormant before fighting to determine the winner.
Originally, the true ability of the opera stage was meant to decide the winner against Asura.
But after being activated by Lin Qian, since she didn’t see Asura, she knew her backup plan had also been calculated.
The woman reached out and directly picked up a spear.
Now, she could only hope that Zhang Bohua could temporarily hold off Asura.
Otherwise, even if she took out Lin Qian, she would still lose everything.
No one would believe a ghost.
One minute, at most one minute, and she could pierce the opponent’s neck with the spear in her hand.
The kid was very stupid, really stupid, and Zhang Bohua was the same.
As the troupe leader of the ghost play troupe, her martial arts were innate.
Because the ghost play troupe’s performances required martial arts.
Swords, spears, blades, halberds, staffs, hooks, axes—she was proficient in all.
All killing techniques.
Lin Qian looked at the woman holding a spear, dressed in a big red robe.
He knew he couldn’t beat her in melee combat.
He shrugged, then the woman stopped.
She looked at Lin Qian in stunned confusion, “You… do you even follow any rules!”
“What era is this, still melee with you?”
The dark muzzle pointed at the woman’s chest.
The woman’s expression flickered uncertainly.
“Old antique, the era has changed; this era never relies on melee, it relies on this.”
Lin Qian tapped the Desert Eagle in his hand.
“Fuck you!”
The woman charged at Lin Qian with the spear.
Bang bang bang~!
Three loud bangs in a row, the woman’s body staggered, she slowly stopped, her body rapidly losing strength.
She looked down at the three holes in her chest, then looked up at Lin Qian, her eyes full of unwillingness:
“You… have no martial virtue…”
Clang, the spear fell, and the woman collapsed to the ground.
Blood flowed out, blooming like a rose.
Lin Qian blew on the muzzle, “In the Zhenguan era, of course no martial virtue.”
These days, who the hell melees with you?
Still using cold weapons?
Tch, just old antique thinking.
Fairness, there’s never absolute fairness in this era!
Lin Qian tucked the Desert Eagle into his waist, then began to wait.
His and Zhang Bohua’s scheme went beyond this.
Sure enough.
The moment Yan Li brought out the mask, and Yang Jian put the mask on the corpse’s face.
Asura, who was confronting Zhang Bohua, suddenly changed expression.
“How is this possible!”
The supernatural in his body instantly all disappeared.
Asura widened its eyes, suddenly seeming to understand something, and abruptly turned back.
“The mask was taken out!”
“Yan Li!”
“How is this possible!”
How is this possible! With Yan Li’s strength, how could he survive the attacks of those ghost performer illusions and even bring out the mask?
What a joke!
Yan Li is so weak, how could he withstand those ghosts’ attacks?
What exactly happened?
Asura didn’t know, but at this moment, it had lost its chance to turn the tables.
The supernatural in its body instantly disappeared, but it wasn’t worried at all.
It knew it had probably failed.
But it was a ghost; no one could kill it.
“Although I lost, I will still come back.” Asura looked at Zhang Bohua who had stopped, its figure slowly disappearing.
Having lost its supernatural, it was temporarily judged as human by the opera stage.
So, it was going to face Lin Qian and that woman in a one-on-one.
Perhaps, it could win.
But as for how to put it, the extremely rational it knew that no one here could win against that woman in melee.
That was the troupe leader of the ghost play troupe.
Looking at the disappearing Asura.
Zhang Bohua’s mouth curved into a smile, “Heat weapons are also weapons…”
Young people of this era have all sorts of strange ideas.
If it were a normal person, who would think of heat weapons?
Zhang Bohua knew the overall situation was set, unless Lin Qian courted death himself.
He turned around, withdrew the supernatural, then the supernatural instantly erupted; under supernatural protection, he quickly left Ghost Street.
“It’s him… Zhang Bohua…”
In a wooden house, a voice rang out, full of deep exhaustion.
“Save me out, okay? Zhang Bohua, we were teammates before!”
Zhang Bohua acted as if he hadn’t heard, striding away from Ghost Street and also leaving Bai Shui Town.
“Zhang Bohua! You ungrateful beast!”
In the opera stage space.
When Asura appeared and saw the woman lying dead on the ground, it admitted it was shocked.
But at the same time, it also knew its opportunity had come.
The most terrifying woman was dead; the remaining Lin Qian, even if he had the ability to kill the woman.
Absolutely couldn’t have her level of skill.
It looked at Lin Qian, then instantly gave up all its previous thoughts.
Yeah, it was doomed to lose.
The dark muzzle pointed at it; it didn’t dare move an inch.
“Lin Qian, your luck is really good; you can turn the tables even in a sure-death situation.”
“I don’t know whether to say it’s your good luck or good connections.”
“So many Republic of China powerhouses are willing to help you.”
Asura said indifferently.
Lin Qian didn’t speak, but the next moment, he instantly pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang~!
Several bangs in a row, until the magazine was emptied.
Lin Qian’s eyes widened, motionless, intense pain coming from his neck.
Neck pierced.
Asura looked down at the bullet hole in its chest, its expression very calm.
“You won; you’ll have two minutes to temporarily possess all the abilities and supernatural of the ghost play troupe.”
“Use it well; I’ll come back.”
Ghosts can’t be killed; only ghosts can deal with ghosts.
It looked dead here, but actually, it was just suppressed.
Sooner or later, it would revive again, crawl out from the opera stage, and take out Lin Qian.
Asura fell down, falling very elegantly, not forward, but backward.
Lin Qian’s consciousness began to blur; with his neck pierced, even breathing became difficult.
But the moment Asura fell.
Asura’s corpse and the woman’s corpse slowly disappeared.
Immediately after, the opera stage also slowly began to disappear, and the gun in his hand did the same.
The wound recovered.
Lin Qian could feel himself about to wake up.
In the last glance, he looked at the disappearing opera stage; on the weapon rack, he saw a pitch-black dart nailed there.
That thing had pierced his neck.
“So close, I almost died.”
Lin Qian touched his neck, looking at Yan Li with the fierce ghost revival.
“Well done, but here, you’re basically hard to kill.”
The grave soil on Yan Li could no longer suppress the ghost blood.
But no problem, this was the Endless Graveyard; grave soil was the one thing not lacking.
Lin Qian withdrew the ghost domain and the opera stage.
The next moment, the supernatural in his body surged instantly; illusory supernatural briefly appeared on him.
This was the ghost play troupe’s troupe leader’s borrowed supernatural, not yet disappeared.
He could briefly use it.
Apart from the ghost messenger’s supernatural, all other fierce ghosts in his body went dormant.
Lin Qian looked at the current situation.
Good grief, was the human skin paper drunk? Or did it think it was hot stuff again?
Using false supernatural to briefly fill in the ghost bride’s supernatural.
And just like that, it thought it could fight Luo Qian?
Oh, there was also a wish ghost; then no problem.
“How about me?”
Lin Qian suddenly appeared beside Luo Qian who was about to act.
He looked at the ghost bride with human skin paper on its face, his gaze flickering slightly.
Luo Qian looked at Lin Qian, eyes full of shock and doubt, “So fast?”
At this moment, the red giant grave produced by Yan Li’s fierce ghost revival instantly triggered a chain reaction the moment it touched the ground.
The grave soil on the ground rapidly surged into the red giant grave, beginning to suppress the revived ghost blood.
Yang Jian watched from the side, amazed.
“Heat weapons are also weapons…”
Lin Qian said an ambiguous sentence.
Luo Qian frowned slightly but soon stopped thinking about the meaning of that sentence, “You think you can do it?”
Lin Qian sensed the situation in his body; the false supernatural made him feel extremely unreal.
But cleverly, the ghost bride opposite was also false.
Let’s try it.
Lin Qian quickly understood the killing pattern of the ghost play troupe’s fierce ghosts.
The more he understood, the more shocked he was.
He knew what ability that woman had used before.
No wonder the complete ghost play troupe was so feared.
All the killing patterns of the ghost play troupe were actually extremely terrifying.
But the most terrifying were the black-faced dan role’s ability and a martial performer ghost’s ability.
The key was the martial performer ghost’s ability.
Possibility becoming reality.
Equivalent to life’s choice fork; you chose one path, the other unchosen, you wouldn’t know what would happen on the other road.
And the martial performer ghost’s ability could make the past you make that choice.
Yeah, all choice outcomes were death.
Lin Qian also knew why he saw himself standing in place in the opera stage space.
Because simply, under the martial performer ghost’s ability, he chose to stand in place.
That is, a possibility: if standing in place, what might happen?
Based on this principle, many things could be done.
Life’s choices are infinite, possibilities infinite.
Theoretically, this ghost’s killing opportunities were also infinite.
Lin Qian grinned; if Zhang Bohua couldn’t counter this ability, he had no chance.
“Then give it a try.”
Since Lin Qian was this confident, let him go.
Lessons learned from losses would be remembered for life.
Luo Qian ignored the controlled ghost bride.
Instead, he looked at the figure slowly walking toward them.
At this moment, Lin Qian had succeeded, but in the eyes of those fierce ghosts, Lin Qian was still a perfect body; they just needed to erase the consciousness.
Although more troublesome than before, for ghosts, they didn’t know what trouble was.
Luo Qian went to confront the wish ghost.
And Lin Qian faced the controlled ghost bride.
Let’s try it!
The next moment.
