Chapter 161: Lighting The White Ghost Candle
How to choose?
The three of them were somewhat silent, all thinking.
For Ye Zhen, the most effortless method was to directly use the Ghost Candle to attract the Fierce Ghost to appear, then resolve it in one go.
For Fang Shiming, helping that Old Antique was the safest.
As for Lin Qian, either would work.
Moreover, perhaps because he knew who existed here, he didn’t care about making a big scene.
Worst case, hand it over to Zhang Dong to handle.
Of course, there was a high probability he’d get beaten up.
“I lean more toward helping that Old Senior.”
Fang Shiming didn’t even call him an old guy anymore, but Old Senior instead.
“I prefer lighting the Ghost Candle, directly attracting all the Fierce Ghosts out, then resolving them.” Ye Zhen said.
Three choices, three people.
The two looked at Lin Qian, waiting for him to make the decision.
“Actually, for me.”
Lin Qian, bearing the gazes of the two, slightly raised his head and shrugged, “No matter which choice, none are a good option.”
“If it were just me, I’d definitely choose to directly enter where that Old Antique is, find what I want, and leave straight away.”
“But judging from the scope of this Supernatural Event, if we don’t handle it, there will be big trouble.”
“Fang Shiming, you choose to help that Old Antique.”
“But you might not know that some dying Old Antiques don’t want to die; they want to live.”
“How to live—that’s bound to be a huge problem.”
“We don’t know if helping that Old Antique resolve this Supernatural Event means helping him revive.”
“If so, we’ll end up facing a Republic of China Ghost Controller at his peak.”
“We three, though our strength stands at the pinnacle of this era.”
“Compared to Republic of China Ghost Controllers, we’re just an S-level Fierce Ghost.”
“And to them, an S-level Fierce Ghost is barely usable as a Puzzle Piece—mere trash.”
Fang Shiming’s expression changed slightly, becoming grave.
He had realized the risks behind this choice.
Ye Zhen’s eyes flickered; since he didn’t approve of Fang Shiming’s choice, he must approve of his own.
“Don’t get too happy too soon.”
“Attracting all the Fierce Ghosts out is certainly an efficient method, but if we can’t handle this Supernatural Event, the consequence is Da Zhou City falling directly.”
“Republic of China Ghost Controllers aren’t that easy to handle, and we don’t know if that old guy split the Fierce Ghosts inside him.”
“If not…”
Ye Zhen looked at Lin Qian and fell silent too.
But soon, Ye Zhen retorted, “This won’t work, that won’t work, so what will?”
Fang Shiming wanted to ask the same.
Lin Qian activated his Ghost Domain; the opera stage illusion appeared behind him, and the lantern in his hand vanished instantly.
“Enter the mirror where that old guy is; inside there, we have no worries.”
“No need to fear not getting out; with our three Supernatural Overlays at the limit, we can fully tear open space to leave.”
“If that still doesn’t work.” Lin Qian licked his lips; the distinct foreign sensation at his brow center reassured him.
He then continued, “I have a backup plan.”
Nothing couldn’t be solved by opening one eye.
If there was, it just meant his eye hadn’t been open long enough.
Fang Shiming and Ye Zhen pondered slightly.
The two, in perfect sync, simultaneously thought of Da Jing City and that scene confronting the Wish Ghost.
He had unleashed one ghost, an extremely terrifying ghost.
“Good, we’ll do as you say.”
Fang Shiming and Ye Zhen had no objections at this moment.
Soon, the three fell silent.
The three looked at each other, somewhat silent.
“By the way, how do we get in?”
Ye Zhen asked.
Fang Shiming suddenly patted Ye Zhen’s shoulder hard, “Good question!”
The two looked at Lin Qian.
Lin Qian, stared at by the two, awkwardly touched his face.
Right, how to get in?
At this moment, in the Graveyard.
A severed arm young man moved extremely vigilantly through the Graveyard.
The eerie sounds around him constantly stirred his heart.
When did he, a Ghost Controller, become like an ordinary person, on edge?
This was truly a first.
But the fact was, he had no idea what exactly was in this Graveyard.
There were ghosts, for sure, but whether he could handle them, he didn’t know.
Drip~!
A sudden dripping sound rang out behind him, sounding also like footsteps.
A chilling terror instantly arose.
Without any hesitation, the young man ran straight ahead.
The instant the young man dashed out, in the darkness, a deathly pale hand covered in mud appeared eerily, reaching for the young man.
This hand seemed able to extend infinitely, or perhaps in the darkness, something with an outstretched hand kept chasing the young man.
“Damn it!”
The young man cursed inwardly; whatever this thing was, the moment it appeared, it gave him the feeling that touching it meant certain death.
He couldn’t care now if running from this thing would attract more Fierce Ghosts’ attention.
Escape first.
The hurried footsteps made this deathly silent and oppressive Graveyard even more eerie.
The young man didn’t notice that behind him, one full grave mound after another was rapidly caving in.
Grave Soil sank rapidly, as if the things inside had vanished.
At the same time.
Endless Graveyard.
Luo Qian frowned slightly, stood up, and walked out of the wooden house.
A bus passed by the graveyard.
But Luo Qian’s gaze didn’t fall on that strange bus.
“Opened a passage here for me?”
“Who is it?”
Luo Qian sensed the situation in the Endless Graveyard.
A certain Graveyard was gradually disappearing.
“Graveyard No. 56, I remember, that place was opened for her.”
Luo Qian vaguely recalled that the place was used to detain a Fierce Ghost for an old friend.
Left a passage, using Grave Soil to help her detain captured Fierce Ghosts.
“About to die?”
Luo Qian probed along the disappearing Grave Soil, and his gaze immediately turned odd.
He directly ignored the young man frantically fleeing in the Graveyard.
“Lin Qian? How’s this kid there?”
Luo Qian narrowed his eyes, “Misentered?”
Unlikely.
Luo Qian shook his head; that place was very dangerous, and given Lin Qian’s personality, if he had misentered, he’d have fled long ago.
How could he still be staying here now.
That meant he must be after something.
Luo Qian recalled his understanding and information about Lin Qian.
Ghost Cabinet…
“So that’s it.”
Luo Qian had basically confirmed Lin Qian was there for the Ghost Bride’s fan.
Quite possibly, the news Lin Qian got was from one of his old friends.
“Pretty selfish, sending Lin Qian at a time like this.”
Luo Qian shook his head, not minding it.
He checked the situation there; the second-layer mirror was about to cover over.
“The trickiest part of this place is distinguishing fake from real.”
Luo Qian murmured, then began watching the show.
Back to the main topic.
The young man sprinted wildly in the Graveyard, the grave mounds behind him caving in one by one, the things originally buried inside seemingly gone.
And the young man was unaware of this.
He was just escaping for his life.
“Kid, you’ve stirred up big trouble.”
“Cough cough~!”
The young man was shocked; who, who was speaking?
The voice sounded like an old man or old woman.
But where was the person?
“No need to wonder who I am; I’m the Ghost Controller guarding here. I’ve run into a little problem and am currently targeted by a ghost.”
“That ghost has blocked my exit.”
“Youngster, help me out; there’s a mirror ahead—lift the black cloth covering it, and I can come out.”
The young man was terrified and shocked.
His mind raced, pondering the meaning behind these words.
And sure enough, not long after he ran, a mirror really appeared ahead.
A mirror covered by black cloth, right on a tombstone in front of a grave mound.
The moment he saw this mirror, the young man’s face changed in shock.
“Youngster, it’s this mirror.”
That aged, emotionless voice rang out again, accompanied by a coughing sound.
And the moment the coughing sounded, the young man felt the chill on him recede somewhat.
The young man’s eyes flickered.
He imperceptibly slowed his pace a bit, while allowing the Fierce Ghost Revival inside him.
Damn it, time to gamble.
The young man’s expression visibly shifted toward a dead person’s state.
His speed grew slower and slower.
As his speed slowed, the chill behind him rapidly closed in.
“Youngster, what are you…”
“Senior, I… the Fierce Ghost is about to revive.”
The young man let out a hoarse voice.
Seeing the young man on the verge of death, his speed slowing further.
The voice’s owner seemed anxious too.
Cough cough~!
Cough cough~!
A series of over a dozen coughs rang out.
The young man felt a chill down his spine; the pursuing chill behind him, that terrifying sensation, vanished instantly.
It seemed the ghost behind had stopped chasing.
Sensing this, the young man breathed a sigh of relief; he had bet correctly.
“Youngster, I’ve handled the ghost for you, but there are many ghosts here; this is all I can do. You must release me so I can fully resolve all the Fierce Ghosts here.”
The voice said.
Hearing the Fierce Ghost had been handled.
The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, “Really? Senior?”
“No need to deceive you.”
“Then thank you, Senior.” The young man was overjoyed, suppressing the reviving ghost inside without hesitation, supernatural power acting on his body.
Instantly, his speed surpassed normal limits, flashing past the mirror in a streak.
“Senior, great kindness needs no thanks; given the chance, I’ll definitely release you!”
The young man’s voice echoed from afar, fading away.
“…”
“I… I’ve been tricked.”
A voice different from the previous one rang out.
The previous voice was aged but human-like.
This voice was like a robot speaking.
Emotionless, sounding extremely strange.
Endless Graveyard.
Luo Qian couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’ve seen ghosts tricked, but this is my first time seeing a human trick a ghost.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly, “Looks like you’re already dead, yet you still refuse to die and insist on trying.”
“…”
“How about using the Ghost Candle to attract the Fierce Ghosts after all.”
“Handle the Fierce Ghosts outside first, then think of other things.”
Ye Zhen suggested.
After all, as mentioned before, that Old Antique hadn’t come out yet, meaning the mirror wasn’t breached.
So now, the Ghost Candle probably wouldn’t attract that ghost either.
Fang Shiming nodded; for the first time, he felt Ye Zhen’s words made sense.
After all, the three of them squatting here wasn’t a solution.
There wasn’t even a ghost around; though this mist was supernatural-made, the ghosts weren’t nearby.
Lin Qian sighed, “Looks like that’s the only way.”
He didn’t understand what was up with the ghosts here; at the start, a few had chased them.
Now, there weren’t even any ghosts left.
He carried out a box of White Ghost Candles from the opera stage.
The three opened it; inside were White Ghost Candles packed densely.
“Use them all?”
Ye Zhen looked up at Lin Qian.
“Nonsense, do you want to attract all the ghosts in Da Zhou City?”
“Five or six should suffice.”
Taking out five or six White Ghost Candles, Lin Qian put the rest away.
Each of the three took two, lit them separately, and stuck them roadside.
The deathly pale candlelight illuminated the surroundings; the mist visibly shifted.
The three squatted roadside, watching the Ghost Candle flames flicker, emitting pale light.
“This thing looks pretty nice.”
Ye Zhen stroked his chin, stood up, and walked over.
Soon he returned, “Now it’s even better.”
Lin Qian and Fang Shiming looked at the Ghost Candles arranged in the shape of a long sword, falling silent.
Ghost Candles lit, the White Ghost Candle’s ability activated.
Unlike the Ghost Bride’s ghost-summoning and ghost-controlling.
This candle’s ability purely attracted Fierce Ghosts.
Six Ghost Candles, lit simultaneously.
Candlelight converged, brightness overlaying.
At this moment, the entire village, the segmented area, all changed at the same time.
One Fierce Ghost after another, as if gaining a target, rushed toward one place.
At that time, in the Graveyard, the running young man slowly stopped.
He looked around and found the grave mounds around him caving in instantly.
The things inside were gone.
“What happened?”
The young man felt uneasy.
Suddenly, he saw it.
Between the caved-in grave mounds, he seemed to see some figures, people covered in mud.
These looked just like they’d crawled out of the soil.
No, not seemed—they had.
The young man swallowed; what was this?
The ghosts from the grave mounds had come out?
He felt he might die here.
But soon he realized these emerged people seemed attracted by something, walking toward one place.
The young man suddenly sensed something approaching from behind.
He turned to look and instantly felt chilled to the bone.
Behind him, seven or eight mud-covered people stiffly walked toward him.
The young man’s face changed, but seeing the ghosts walking far ahead.
He made a bold decision.
He stepped aside.
The young man watched those seven or eight Fierce Ghosts intently; there weren’t just seven or eight—more ghosts trailed behind them.
“Hope my guess is right.”
He didn’t move, but cleared the path, yielding way to the ghosts.
The rotten stench of mud clearly entered his nose.
The young man endured, eyes fixed on those Fierce Ghosts.
The Fierce Ghosts drew nearer, yet the young man showed no intent to flee.
The young man was very tense, unsure if his guess was correct.
But soon, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, his clenched fist slowly relaxing.
The Fierce Ghosts walked past him, showing no intent to stop or attack.
When this scene truly happened, he knew he had bet correctly.
