Chapter 232: Coffee By The Seine River
The tsunami ended.
A scene of devastation.
On the high-rise buildings of the city, red lights were flickering.
The dim yellow light from the desk lamp reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window.
It reflected a woman wearing red pajamas, exposing her snow-white thighs.
The woman was lying sideways on the sofa, propping her chin, staring out the window.
“Gonna have to spend money again.”
The woman stared at the city outside the window, her mouth curling slightly.
Dark clouds loomed on the horizon, with flashes of lightning and claps of thunder.
The tsunami had ended, but the heavy rain seemed like it would continue.
Lightning flashed, and the woman suddenly startled; a figure abruptly appeared on the window.
The figure stood right behind her.
It was a young man, a young man with a pale face.
The figure flashed and vanished.
The woman swallowed, quickly turning her head to look.
There was nothing behind her.
Nothing at all.
An illusion?
But she had clearly seen it just now.
The woman felt somewhat uneasy.
She tightened the thin blanket around her body, stood up, and uneasily turned on the light.
Although the dim yellow desk lamp light was warm, it couldn’t give her a sense of security.
The room brightened up.
In the bedroom, an oil painting hung on the wall above the desk suddenly emitted a chilling aura.
In the oil painting, an abstract woman—those pitch-black reflective eyes suddenly moved.
The woman didn’t notice any of this, stepping with her snow-white long legs to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water.
And at this moment.
In the Ghost Domain, behind the woman, a weird mask suddenly appeared on the young man’s face.
A pair of eerie Ghost Eyes stared intently at the half-open bedroom door.
Heavy snow was falling, a beautiful scene too picturesque to take in all at once.
But the next moment, the sky abruptly tore open.
A rift rapidly assaulted toward the young man.
The young man’s gaze shifted, and he held a shovel horizontally in front of him.
The snowflakes were split in two.
The heavy snow seemed to stagnate in this moment.
The young man’s eyes moved slightly.
The heavy snow continued to fall.
The young man looked at the shovel in his hand.
A scar appeared on the shovel.
He shook it, and the scar on the shovel fell off.
The instant it touched the ground.
The ground was directly torn open with a ferocious rift.
Even the Ghost Domain showed signs of being torn apart.
The young man’s pupils contracted slightly, and he slowly raised his head.
In the line of sight of the Ghost Eyes, there was nothing at first.
But gradually, a figure appeared.
It was a figure holding a long knife.
The moment the figure appeared, a chilling coldness surfaced in the Ghost Domain.
The figure became increasingly clear, drawing from far to near.
Getting closer and closer.
Soon, the young man clearly saw the figure’s face.
It was a middle-aged man with a kind face, seemingly a teacher.
But he was wearing a long gown from the Republic of China era.
He looked more like a teacher.
The Ghost Domain was directly invaded.
Lin Qian curled his mouth; this guy was really rude and awfully petty.
However, if it was just an avatar, it couldn’t take him down.
Without waiting for the opponent to fully appear.
Lin Qian raised his hand, his five fingers clenching.
Snowflakes were swept by the wind to his fingertips, forming vortices one by one.
Terrifying supernatural power gathered and overlaid in the five vortices at his fingertips.
In the blink of an eye, the Supernatural Overlay was complete.
The next moment.
On the body of the figure holding the long knife, five holes suddenly appeared.
Extreme cold instantly froze the figure’s entire body.
Crack, crack, crack~!
The figure was forced to stop.
A pair of eyes flickered slightly, seeming somewhat surprised.
He wanted to do something.
But the terrifying supernatural didn’t give him that opportunity.
His body was directly frozen to death.
Crack, crack, crack~!
The cold reached its extreme.
The figure suddenly shattered into corpse chunks.
Lin Qian smiled, “If you want to kill me, come in person. With an avatar, you won’t even get a chance to face me.”
The figure disappeared, and the medium of the invasion collapsed at this moment.
The Ghost Domain rapidly healed.
Lin Qian glanced at the woman holding a teacup and drinking water.
Her stunning beauty, everything was perfect, but her figure was a bit lacking, giving a sense of mismatched parts.
Her face was too beautiful, too alluring, but her imperfect figure made it seem uncoordinated.
The medium had been triggered.
Even if it was erased later, he could re-trigger it the instant it was erased.
Lin Qian quietly departed.
In the bedroom, the woman in the oil painting blinked her eyes.
But it quickly returned to normal.
Throughout all this, the woman named He Yuetian noticed nothing at all.
Except for the initial illusion.
At this moment, in a certain private school.
A middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked at the long knife that had reappeared beside him.
“Just took a look?”
The middle-aged man thought for a moment, picked up the long knife, and stood up.
“I don’t believe it.”
The middle-aged man walked out of the private school, his figure flashing and vanishing.
……
Tap, tap, tap~!
A pair of polished leather shoes stepped on the already congealed blood.
Amid the bloody smell, a young man looked at the headless corpse on the ground.
A head that wasn’t particularly good rolled to the side.
“An attack from a thousand miles away, Luo Sheng, who did you piss off?”
The young man narrowed his slender eyes.
“Headquarters has fallen, yet talents are emerging in droves.”
The young man shook his head.
Footsteps sounded, and the person gradually walked away.
The banks of the Seine River are a good place for coffee.
However, the coffee wasn’t that great.
Ye Zhen boredly stirred his spoon.
After becoming a Ghost Controller, the biggest hardship he endured was this damn coffee.
“The situation abroad isn’t optimistic.”
Fang Shiming took a sip of coffee and looked toward the distant street.
The European-style streets and buildings made everything here look so retro.
So full of historical and cultural atmosphere.
But who would think that just beyond these few streets, a Supernatural Event was erupting right now.
Screams and chaos could still be faintly heard even from several streets away.
Some curious people were approaching that side.
“You know damn well what it’s like abroad.”
“Anyway, it’s way more chaotic than our country.”
Ye Zhen said nonchalantly:
“If it were us, by the time the Supernatural Event appeared, people would already be there.”
Fang Shiming didn’t refute Ye Zhen’s words.
It was a fact.
Cultural differences destined different ways and ideas for handling things in the country.
“Don’t treat people abroad as humans; we must remember history.”
Ye Zhen said pointedly.
Fang Shiming smiled upon hearing this;
“I’m a capitalist, not a traitor.”
“For me, people aren’t the most important; the most important thing is interest.”
“Oh?”
Ye Zhen looked at Fang Shiming:
“What do you think is the biggest interest right now?”
Fang Shiming didn’t answer immediately but countered:
“What about you?”
Ye Zhen pondered for a moment, then his entire demeanor changed, becoming extremely arrogant and mad;
“The king will stand at the pinnacle of the heavens, while the losers wither like falling leaves.”
Fang Shiming: “…”
“Speak human.”
“Human words: In the future, who will dominate this world? The fiercely reviving ghosts? The nobles of the old world? Or the newly risen Ghost Controllers? Hope, survival, continuation—when everything is forced to converge at a single point under immense pressure, something will be incubated by this era.”
“It can bring hope, sustain survival, save lives.”
Fang Shiming’s eyes deepened, and his gaze toward Ye Zhen shifted slightly.
