Chapter 240: The Eerie Situation
“Those three are very strong.”
‘Li Zhe’ stared at the bizarre scene outside.
He had seen such scenes many times before.
But each time he saw it, it made him feel how insignificant he was.
“To force a Ghost Messenger to restart, this person named Lin Qian possesses an ability that even Ghost Messengers fear.”
‘Li Zhe’ pondered whether the existence of these three would affect his plan.
Bang~!
Xu Ming and the woman’s eyes widened, their bodies instantly stiffening in place.
Coffin nails pierced the ground.
‘Li Zhe’ slowly withdrew his hand.
An extremely dangerous aura emanated from him.
Xu Ming and the woman stiffly turned their heads to look.
At the spot where the coffin nail stood, a mass of shadow was constantly wriggling.
But it was clear that this shadow was gradually ceasing its movement.
“What… what is this?”
A feeling of unease welled up in both of them.
It seemed that if ‘Li Zhe’ hadn’t acted to restrain this shadow just now, they might have died.
The woman’s question went unanswered.
‘Li Zhe’, who had three faces, suddenly took a step forward.
And at the same moment, a pale hand grasped the coffin nail.
And ‘Li Zhe’ at this moment, clasped this pale hand.
‘Li Zhe’ looked up.
He met the gaze of a pair of strange, pupil-less eyes.
They were masks on a mask.
“What, you want to gauge my weight?”
A ferocious mouth opened, spitting out a sinister voice,
the smiling face and crying face simultaneously cracked: “I really want to try.”
“Oh?”
The owner of the mask narrowed their eyes, and the supernatural power in their hand intensified.
But the other party was instantly suppressed with twelve ghosts.
The eyes of the crying face began to slowly close.
The eyes of the smiling face trembled, and the face covered by red newspaper wriggled.
But even so, the other party showed no intention of letting go of his hand.
Lin Qian stared at this ghost.
He recognized both faces; they were Tong Qian’s.
He didn’t recognize the other one, but he recognized the red newspaper.
The Newspaper Ghost had become sentient.
The two were still competing in supernatural abilities.
But neither of them was using their full power.
“Over here, it seems there’s another member I haven’t met.”
“You’re called Xu Ming, right.”
A pair of strange eyes scanned Xu Ming up and down.
Xu Ming swallowed:
“Yes, President.”
Hearing “President,” Lin Qian’s gaze flickered.
“Interesting, the things on you are not so easily dealt with.”
Xu Ming gave a wry smile, not surprised at all that Lin Qian knew about his internal situation.
“Take it easy, don’t actually lose.”
“If you feel like you’re going to lose, go to Da Zhou City and go crazy, or go to Da Han City, enter the Ghost Post Office, kill anyone you see, tear up any letter you find, all the way to the fifth floor, or, come find me.”
Lin Qian said indifferently.
Xu Ming was silent for a moment after hearing this, then nodded: “Okay, I remember.”
“As for you…”
Lin Qian grinned, “Your situation seems to be similar.”
The woman was startled:
“What did you say?”
Now it was Lin Qian’s turn to be surprised;
“Wonderful, wonderful, too wonderful, to have someone who doesn’t even know their own physical condition.”
The woman’s expression flickered as she looked at Xu Ming.
Xu Ming also looked confused.
“President, you mean, she has one too?”
A cold aura suddenly erupted.
Lin Qian’s eyes lowered slightly, then raised.
His arm began to rot rapidly.
The crying face and the smiling face simultaneously opened their mouths, letting out piercing laughter and chilling sobs.
The sounds quickly layered.
Xu Ming and the woman’s faces changed, and they quickly covered their ears.
But if covering their ears would help, then it would be good.
The sound directly flooded into their minds.
And it grew louder and louder.
Their expressions became strange, crying one moment and laughing the next.
Lin Qian remained expressionless.
A ghost eye suddenly opened on his forehead.
Instantly, the crying face and the smiling face fell silent.
Lin Qian flashed a playful smile, “Come on, try it?”
The ghost eye closed again.
‘Li Zhe’ remained silent.
“You can restart too, right? Try using your restart to get the coffin nail back.”
Lin Qian stared at this ghost.
The two were fighting desperately, there might be a winner or loser.
But now, neither dared to go all out.
Although he didn’t know how terrifying this ghost was, from their brief exchange, he had the upper hand.
Of course, this might just be an illusion.
But currently, he was indeed in the lead.
‘Li Zhe’ suddenly revealed a smile.
Then, he slowly withdrew his hand.
A clear black handprint remained on Lin Qian’s arm.
Rotting to the bone.
Lin Qian immediately intended to pull out the coffin nail.
But the next moment, he found the feel was wrong.
His hand grasped empty air.
He reacted instantly, stomping on the shadow.
The shadow directly merged into his body.
The missing fierce ghost returned.
“You have methods.”
Lin Qian looked at ‘Li Zhe’, who was already holding the coffin nail in his hand.
He was pondering how the other party had accomplished this.
It wasn’t the ability of the Ghost Domain, it was like…
Lin Qian suddenly noticed that after the shadow disappeared, a small pebble appeared on the ground.
Tiny, the size of a thumb.
Black, unremarkable.
A simple object exchange ability?
He flickered, dodging the supernatural ability, his injuries rapidly recovering.
It’s a shame, you can’t guard against everything.
But it’s also normal, supernatural abilities are all unique, so it’s normal for them to be outside of my expectations.
However, being able to exchange the coffin nail from his hand meant that the other party’s ability was terrifying.
If an ability is terrifying, then the other party’s supernatural strength must not be low.
“You can’t have this,” ‘Li Zhe’ said indifferently.
The two faces looked at Lin Qian at a bizarre angle.
The other face was still covered by newspaper.
“Listen to what you’re saying, if you don’t give it, can’t I just take it?”
“Truly.”
Lin Qian shook his head, a faint illusionary shadow appearing behind him.
The opera stage reappeared, but this time, it wasn’t one opera on the stage, but two!
One opera stage was divided into two performances.
The sounds of tragic opera immediately echoed in Xu Ming and the woman’s ears.
But upon closer listening, one could tell that these were two distinct opera sounds, not just one.
The tones and voices were completely different, one female and one male.
And at the same time, a blood-red bamboo fortune stick holder appeared in Lin Qian’s hand.
He gently shook the holder, and the blood-red bamboo slips inside seemed on the verge of falling at any moment.
Xu Ming and the woman felt a bone-chilling eeriness.
It seemed that if the items in the holder fell, they would instantly die.
Their President clearly had no intention of holding back anymore.
He had sounded very accommodating before.
But Xu Ming didn’t think the other party would be so accommodating now.
Terrifying supernatural abilities were constantly stacking.
Cold sweat beaded on Xu Ming and the woman’s foreheads, their expressions contorted.
The opera music in their minds was relentlessly assaulting them, each time more terrifying than the last.
In at most a few seconds, they would be dead.
But the next moment, their eyes quietly closed.
Crack, crack, crack~!
The woman’s neck instantly twisted one hundred and eighty degrees.
An eye and a mouth instantly emerged on Xu Ming’s cheek.
The two became extremely bizarre, and the supernatural abilities on their bodies rapidly changed.
It was as if something had possessed them.
Faced with such a strange sight, Lin Qian remained calm.
Three against one?
It might be a bit troublesome.
“Asura failed, this is very interesting.” The mouth on Xu Ming’s face grinned, emitting a low, numb voice.
This was not a living person speaking; it was a ghost.
“Honestly, I’m very annoyed by ghosts like you who have gained sentience.”
“But you are different from this one; you gradually formed your own consciousness by utilizing the consciousness of living people.”
“But it is different.”
Lin Qian shook the bamboo fortune stick holder in his hand.
The Newspaper Ghost, a ghost that most easily developed intelligence.
In the early stages, it had already displayed astonishing wisdom.
If not for Yang Jian’s methods and Zhao Lei’s sharp mind.
Yang Jian might have fallen prey to this ghost.
Now, it had developed sentience and become even more cunning.
“We are all the same kind, there is no difference.”
The face behind the woman’s head opened and closed, emitting a voice like a dead person.
It sounded incredibly eerie.
Within the dim scene.
A bizarre spectacle prevailed.
One opera stage, two plays.
The eerie, overlapping opera sounds continuously roamed and lingered around.
Laughter and crying suddenly erupted.
The scene became extremely chaotic.
The laughter and crying seemed to cancel out the sound of the opera.
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, the opera sounds became weaker.
The sounds canceling out the supernatural properties of the sounds was something Lin Qian hadn’t expected.
But at this moment, he also knew that the opponent possessed means to quickly stack supernatural phenomena.
It seemed a bit tricky.
But no rush.
Da da da~!
Footsteps suddenly sounded behind Lin Qian.
The three of them looked up abruptly and their gazes met with two pairs of eyes looking back.
Two figures walked out from the darkness.
One wore a suit, was slender and extremely elegant.
One wore sportswear, hands in pockets, cool and handsome.
But the indifference revealed in both their eyes sent chills down one’s spine.
“We sensed you stacking supernatural phenomena up there, but not releasing it, so we came up immediately.”
Ye Zhen walked to Lin Qian’s side and stood firm, his gaze falling on that woman.
Fang Shiming tapped the camera hanging around his neck, his gaze falling on ‘Xu Ming’.
“Three against three, one each. I think this little kid with a mouth on his face is easy to bully,” Fang Shiming said with a smile.
“Ye doesn’t usually hit women, but I make an exception for women who have played a trick on Ye.”
Ye Zhen stared at the woman whose neck was twisted 180 degrees, with a dead person’s face on the back of her head.
“It seems I have no choice.”
Lin Qian’s gaze remained on the Newspaper Ghost.
The Newspaper Ghost, ‘Xu Ming’, the dead-faced woman.
Three against three, no problem at all.
Ye Zhen’s gaze shifted, Fang Shiming’s eyes moved.
Lin Qian grinned.
Instantly, the three attacked.
An eerie wind swept towards ‘Xu Ming’, and at the same time, a photo was spat out by the camera hanging around Fang Shiming’s neck.
Ye Zhen appeared in front of the woman in one step, his fingers hooked like claws, reaching directly for the woman’s head, as if intending to grab her head and crush it.
Swish~!
A red bamboo fortune stick swung out of the holder and fell to the ground.
A ethereal, bizarre, and extremely sinister voice immediately sounded.
‘Slash!’
Behind them, the opera stage, the cleaver was raised and fell with a crash!
“…”
“As expected, it’s here.”
Xu Zhou looked at the floor, the thirty-sixth floor.
A dim but clean corridor, with rows of tightly shut room doors.
A musty smell from an unknown source.
Xu Zhou’s expression was solemn as he gazed at the familiar corridor.
He had been here once, and it was that time he almost died here.
Wei Jing sensed the presence of fierce ghosts.
Two of them, located in rooms 3631 and 3632, two rooms facing each other.
But suddenly, Wei Jing looked up at the ceiling, his expression becoming confused.
“Xu Zhou, above…”
Xu Zhou looked up, “What’s wrong with above?”
“There’s a very strong supernatural presence.”
“It seems to be in conflict.”
Wei Jing was puzzled.
The suppression quota on the rooftop had changed, from less than fifty before, it was now nearing a hundred.
What happened upstairs?
“In conflict?”
Xu Zhou’s eyes darted around, but he couldn’t guess what had happened upstairs.
“Never mind, whatever happened upstairs, as long as it doesn’t interfere with us, it’s a good thing.”
Xu Zhou’s mind now had only one thought: no matter what, he had to get his hands on the Ghost Painting first!
“The Ghost Painting is probably in 3631, I’ll go to 3632. You need to be quick, I can’t hold out for long,” Xu Zhou said solemnly.
Hearing this, Wei Jing could only withdraw his gaze and nod.
Since we’re here, let’s do it first.
Whatever happened upstairs had nothing to do with them now.
He reaffirmed his choice.
Xu Zhou headed straight for 3632.
“Wei Jing, be careful.”
Xu Zhou walked forward, reminding him again.
Wei Jing was about to nod, but the next moment, he found Xu Zhou had instantly appeared back where he had just been standing.
Wei Jing was a bit confused, but before he could ponder what had happened.
Something extremely terrifying occurred.
A familiar voice sounded again.
“Wei Jing, be careful.”
Xu Zhou took a step forward.
“Wei Jing, be careful.”
Wei Jing’s eyes widened, staring intently at Xu Zhou, who took a step, returned to his original spot, and repeated the same sentence.
What the hell just happened!
Restart?
“Xu Zhou, stop!”
The moment Xu Zhou returned to his original spot again, Wei Jing quickly shouted.
“Wei Jing, be careful.”
His only reply was that sentence, and Xu Zhou continued to walk forward.
Then he returned to his original spot and continued to say that sentence.
It could be confirmed, it was a time restart.
Wei Jing cautiously looked down the corridor.
He slowly stepped back a few paces.
He was now unsure if he was also caught in the restart.
Back and forth.
Xu Zhou seemed to have become a mouse being toyed with.
Being pushed back and forth.
“Wei Jing, be careful.”
The constantly repeating words echoed in the corridor, but the eerie and terrifying part was that even the transmission of the sound had been restarted.
Wei Jing was momentarily at a loss for how to break this dead end.
He wasn’t sure if he could pull Xu Zhou out.
He thought for a moment, seized the opportunity, and suddenly reached out, grabbing Xu Zhou the moment he returned to his original spot.
Wei Jing’s eyes lit up.
He caught him!
Got him!
