Chapter 117: Luo Qian Seriously Holding Back
“Is it that big?”
Lin Qian thought about it, it seemed like only here, two of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China had come, and both the Wish Ghost and Human Skin Paper were causing trouble.
Then there was the issue of the fierce ghost he himself controlled.
Besides that, what else?
Nothing.
Human Skin Paper definitely underestimated Luo Qian.
Otherwise, how could it think that a Ghost Bride piled up from some false supernatural could take down Luo Qian?
The false would always remain false, and all the roots originated from Human Skin Paper.
Luo Qian didn’t even need to make a move; he directly resolved the Ghost Bride from the source.
But if it were the real Ghost Bride, he definitely wouldn’t be able to beat it.
As for the Wish Ghost.
This one didn’t speak; he currently couldn’t beat the opponent, and his own time was limited.
“What are you writing?”
Yang Jian looked at the characters Lin Qian was writing on the ground.
It was very strange; he actually couldn’t understand some of them.
“You can’t understand it?”
Yang Jian nodded.
Lin Qian stopped his actions; he was writing in Chinese, not even traditional characters.
How could he not understand?
He looked at the fierce ghost killing patterns he had recorded.
Soon, he realized that unless one truly controlled it, one couldn’t know a fierce ghost’s killing pattern.
Useless effort.
Lin Qian gave up on the idea of recording the killing patterns.
He reached out and erased the characters he had recorded.
“Since you can’t understand it, that means it’s useless.”
Lin Qian turned his head to look at the situation with the Wish Ghost.
Having restart was impressive.
Even such an attack could be restarted.
Time passed slowly; suddenly, the illusory supernatural in his body vanished instantly.
In an instant, he forgot all the killing patterns of the illusory Ghost Performer.
Lin Qian rubbed his head, feeling a bit of a headache.
Not knowing the killing patterns would definitely cause a lot of trouble later.
He couldn’t remember, not even a bit; he had completely forgotten the killing patterns of the Ghost Performer.
He had even forgotten how he had just resolved the Ghost Bride controlled by Human Skin Paper.
He only knew that he had used the Ghost Performer’s ability to resolve the Ghost Bride, but he didn’t know the specifics of how.
Trouble.
It seemed he would have to face a lot of danger later.
The situation was great; currently, none of the ghosts in his body were reviving.
The Plunder Ghost had also gone dormant.
But there would still be a risk of revival, of course, that was normal.
Ice Ghost, Killer Ghost, Ghost Performer—all fully dormant, forming a true balance.
Unless all three ghosts were stimulated to revive at the same time, none of the three ghosts would revive.
But that kind of thing was basically impossible.
Moreover, he already knew all the abilities of the Plunder Ghost; with this ghost, he didn’t need to worry about revival issues at all.
His current fierce ghost abilities hadn’t changed otherwise, but the Plunder Ghost had an ability update.
At this moment, Lin Qian realized that his previous plundering failure wasn’t because of bad luck.
Rather, Asura had been interfering with him.
The true limit of the Plunder Ghost was that it could directly plunder the complete supernatural of an A-grade fierce ghost.
It could even plunder an S-grade fierce ghost to death; as long as his supernatural degree exceeded the opponent’s, it was possible.
Moreover, plundering was a conceptual ability.
Plunder everything—lifespan, fierce ghosts, thoughts, memory, time, space…
Anything you could imagine, as long as the supernatural was sufficient, you could plunder it.
That was the eerie nature of this ghost.
In theory, Asura would be very hard to deal with.
But there was no way; the opponent was very weak now.
It had been forced out prematurely by him.
Plus the Opera Stage ability.
It was all interconnected.
“President, that senior shouldn’t be from this era, right?”
Yang Jian looked at the old man confronting the fierce ghost with a brutish posture, completely bewildered.
He, who had only controlled two ghosts, couldn’t even understand how the other was controlling the grave soil or how he acted.
“From the Republic of China.”
Lin Qian sat in front of Yan Li’s grave, looking toward the battlefield where the supernatural was rapidly stacking up.
The Wish Ghost was very clever, knowing it couldn’t win against Luo Qian here; it didn’t know what method it used to improve its own supernatural degree.
Otherwise, with the Wish Ghost’s previous supernatural strength, it would be buried upon meeting.
You have restart?
No problem, restart slowly in the grave; anyway, my grave soil is endless, sooner or later you’ll be suppressed.
Here, Luo Qian had no concept of supernatural limit, or at least, the Wish Ghost couldn’t make Luo Qian reach the limit.
But the Wish Ghost had a limit.
“From the Republic of China.”
Yang Jian’s gaze sharpened, “President, you now are even starting to interact with ghost controllers from the Republic of China era?”
“What do you know? You’re too young and too weak; wait until you’re stronger, then you’ll understand.”
Lin Qian knew what Yang Jian wanted to ask and interrupted his follow-up question.
Yang Jian’s mouth twitched slightly.
However, he also gave up on the idea of continuing to ask.
“President, are ghost controllers from the Republic of China era all this terrifying?”
Yang Jian sat next to Lin Qian like a new recruit, gazing at the rare scene in the distance.
“More or less; the weak ones are all dead.”
Lin Qian paid attention to the situation of the large grave behind him.
The grave soil was suppressing the Ghost Blood; clearly, the Ghost Blood’s revival speed couldn’t keep up with the increase in grave soil.
In the supernatural confrontation, the color of the large grave was slowly fading.
When the Ghost Blood no longer revived, the suppression would end.
Yan Li basically wouldn’t die here.
Of course, only basically.
Lin Qian was quite at ease with Yan Li.
The overall situation was settled.
But it seemed that the Wish Ghost didn’t think so.
The current Lin Qian was still a very good body.
He just needed to erase the memory.
Human Skin Paper had the same idea.
How could human consciousness compare to a ghost?
Now, in the Opera Stage Space.
Amidst a deep darkness.
“How embarrassing.”
A female voice rang out, filled with strong unwillingness.
“I was so close, but unfortunately, the dart was just a dart.”
“Although it pierced his throat, I died faster than him.”
The moment a second voice sounded in the darkness.
The woman suddenly laughed.
“You still have a chance, right?”
“Naturally, I’m the most special; in the entire Reform Society, only I, after being suppressed, won’t have my consciousness disappear.”
“So, as long as you give me a chance to revive, I’ll go out again.”
The woman burst into laughter upon hearing this, “No, this is all your scheming, or rather, the Reform Society’s scheming!”
“Those remnants of your Reform Society are helping you!”
“Oh?”
“How did you figure it out?”
In the darkness, the woman whose limbs were bound by Black Hemp Rope and hung in the air let out an eerie laugh.
“Because I’m still alive!”
Asura fell slightly silent upon hearing this.
“It was my oversight.”
The woman laughed eerily, “I still have a chance too.”
“It seems so.”
The conversation ended quickly; in the foreseeable future, they would be neighbors.
Lin Qian leaned against Yan Li’s grave, looking at the gloomy sky.
In the distance, the bus was restricted by some unknown supernatural and couldn’t leave.
The bus door was still open, but no person or ghost dared to get off.
“As long as a person is alive, they have a chance.” Lin Qian suddenly said this inexplicable sentence.
Yang Jian deeply agreed.
Outside Bai Shui Town, Zhang Bohua revealed a smile and said the same thing, “Opportunity is for the living, not for ghosts.”
“Yang Jian, you should go back.”
Suddenly, Lin Qian pointed at the bus and spoke.
Yang Jian said upon hearing this, “Not going back together?”
“I still need to wait for Yan Li to wake up.”
“Go on, get on the bus; when you see the city, you can get off.”
Lin Qian put his hands behind his head, and the eerie mask on his face slowly disappeared.
Yang Jian exhaled; he now knew the way to go back.
“President, I’ll come find you when I have time.”
Lin Qian nodded, “I look forward to your arrival.”
Yang Jian left; staying here was very dangerous.
Even with President Lin Qian here.
But what he said about opportunity was good; everyone has their own path to walk.
Lin Qian had his own path, and he had his too.
Watching Yang Jian board the bus, as Yang Jian got on, the bus abruptly closed its door.
Then it sped away along the roads.
Yang Jian left.
He left this theater that didn’t belong to him.
He brought trouble but didn’t have the ability to resolve it.
Perhaps this time would give Yang Jian a lesson.
He might remember too, that when ability is insufficient, be as cautious as possible.
Be cautious of everything.
Strength is the foundation of everything.
Lin Qian withdrew his gaze from the bus that had gone far and disappeared.
The next plot should be the Caesar Grand Hotel plot.
Quite coincidentally, there was a Ghost Performer there.
However, Lin Qian didn’t plan to go there now.
The Caesar Grand Hotel side wasn’t urgent.
He was very strong now, but he needed to prepare for Da Jing City matters.
From today’s events, Da Jing City might differ somewhat from the plot, or possibly be completely different.
“I don’t know how long Luo Qian plans to play.”
“It’s rare to show up behind the juniors; you’d better not make a move.”
Meng Xiaodong tugged at Zhang Dong’s sleeve.
Zhang Dong sighed, “Trash like this, one slap from me would be too many.”
“Luo Qian actually fought to a draw with him.”
He shook his head, somewhat disappointed.
Meng Xiaodong smiled, “Not everyone is as strong as you.”
“That’s true.” Zhang Dong deeply agreed.
“Lin Qian’s troubles have been resolved, but there are still troubles; though I took a look, this kid teamed up with Zhang Bohua to set up a trap; those two guys in the Opera Stage…”
Zhang Dong stroked his chin and nodded, “Lin Qian should take over Zhang Bohua’s operation later; the kid is pretty good.”
“Tough life, and decisive.”
Zhang Dong didn’t reveal what would happen to those two ants in the Opera Stage later.
For Zhang Dong, it wasn’t important.
“Lin Qian taking over Zhang Bohua’s troupe is good too; after all, one of Zhang Bohua’s ghosts is essentially a Ghost Play Troupe’s Puzzle Piece.”
Meng Xiaodong’s gaze flickered slightly, somewhat softened; she looked at the young man leaning against the grave head, hands behind his head, legs crossed, watching the show.
This young man was excellent.
No issues in any aspect.
Within his capabilities, he was willing to help ordinary people.
“Ghost Play Troupe, thirty-five ghosts, plus the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader, thirty-six ghosts.”
“Taken individually, their abilities don’t seem very useful, just terrifying in killing; the special ghosts have eerie killing patterns.”
“Some ghosts’ killing patterns are even completely useless.”
“But once combined, they form a killing pattern that can stack and trigger instantly.”
All the ghosts of the Ghost Play Troupe separated: thirty-six killing patterns.
All different, some even useless, impossible to trigger.
Just high terror level.
But once combined, it becomes a killing pattern that must trigger and can infinitely stack.
Especially that ability to see the past, preset different possibilities, and thus invade the past to kill.
Essentially no different from Meng Xiaodong’s ability.
The only difference was it couldn’t infinitely invade.
“Let’s see for now.”
Zhang Dong said with a smile.
“Watch a bit more, or…”
The dust had settled; they had seen what they could see.
The worst outcome hadn’t occurred.
From the moment Lin Qian acted, Luo Qian’s crisis was resolved.
Human Skin Paper was indeed targeting Luo Qian; it was clearly planning to team up with that ghost to scheme against Luo Qian.
But unexpectedly, Lin Qian came out and brought the temporarily borrowed supernatural from the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader.
Then directly used the Ghost Cabinet to instantly kill Human Skin Paper.
Later, the kid even snatched one of the Ghost Cabinet’s ghosts.
He took all the benefits without losing a bit.
“Let’s go; nothing more to see. Luo Qian can’t keep that ghost.”
Zhang Dong looked at the fierce ghost that only restarted regardless of attacks, his gaze flickering slightly.
Seeing this ghost, he involuntarily thought of a person.
Thinking of it made him a bit angry.
It really knew his old man couldn’t die, so it went all out?
Meng Xiaodong also knew Luo Qian couldn’t keep that ghost; as long as it didn’t drag things out with Luo Qian, leaving was simple.
After all, this ghost’s restart was a true restart of time.
To detain a ghost with restart, unless you had Zhang Dong’s strength and ability, you had to collide with restart using absolute supernatural.
Or, you had restart yourself; otherwise, you couldn’t detain such a ghost.
A ghost with restart could leave easily.
Moreover, this ghost had wisdom and left itself a backup.
Knowing the outcome, Zhang Dong and Meng Xiaodong had no intention of staying to see the result.
They left.
“Kid, you’re quite leisurely.”
Luo Qian suddenly appeared beside Lin Qian and sat down too.
Lin Qian was somewhat surprised and glanced at the still surging tide of grave soil.
“Don’t look; that thing can’t hold it. Right now, I can only force the ghost on it that doesn’t belong to it to make it stay.”
“You think a ghost that can restart is easy to detain?”
Luo Qian bluntly admitted he couldn’t detain this ghost.
But the problem was, this was the Endless Graveyard!
“Old Master, do you think that thing is useful?”
Lin Qian pointed in a direction where faintly a door frame could be seen, with a rusty Coffin Nail nailed on it.
“Think you’re the smart one, huh?”
Luo Qian glanced obliquely at Lin Qian.
“If I deal with this ghost now, who will bother Zhang Dong later?”
Luo Qian said grumpily.
“What?”
Lin Qian was puzzled.
“None of your business; don’t pry into adults’ matters.”
“Got it!”
Lin Qian nodded and didn’t ask further.
Sensible kid.
Luo Qian sat cross-legged and glanced at the grave soil suppressing the Ghost Blood.
“When I’m about to die, send this kid to me here.”
“Huh?”
“Huh what? Send him when I tell you to. It’s rare to find one to my taste; don’t you think I want to take a disciple?”
Lin Qian quickly agreed upon hearing this, “Sounds good; don’t worry, when you’re about to kick the bucket, I’ll definitely send him over.”
Luo Qian laughed, “You slippery kid.”
“After leaving, remember to keep an eye on him for me; if you can’t deliver him then, I won’t be polite with you.”
“No problem; with me around, he won’t die.” Lin Qian grinned.
Look at that; in the future, Yan Li with the strength of the Seven Elders would be his little brother—thinking about it was delightful.
