Chapter 30: The Sunken Ghost Opera Stage
Dayuan City.
Taiping Ancient Town.
On the shore, several figures coldly stared at the gloomy lake water before them.
An old woman dressed in floral clothes gazed at the old opera stage slowly sinking into the lake water, her eyes icy cold.
“Just because one ghost escaped, we sank this opera stage.”
“He Liansheng, I know this isn’t your fault. If we didn’t sink this opera stage, the consequences would be unimaginable, but I still want to ask, do you really have no other method?”
“Do you know how long I prepared for this?”
“We were just about to start sewing, and now the material for the clothes has been sunk.”
The old man looked at He Liansheng standing beside him, “Aren’t you unwilling? This was the clothes prepared for Yin Er!”
Hearing this, He Liansheng’s face turned ugly, his gaze involuntarily shifting to the old man holding a rusty shovel next to the faceless person.
The old man’s eyes drooped, silent, his peripheral vision fixed on the opera stage about to fully sink into Ghost Lake.
This opera stage was originally the material for making clothes for He Yin’er, but now, because of one fierce ghost’s escape, it had to be sunk into the lake for suppression.
Otherwise, that opera stage would become a medium attracting puzzle pieces, drawing those split-off fierce ghosts to it.
It wasn’t like this before, but because of that ghost, the opera stage was triggered.
He Liansheng looked at the silent old man, stayed quiet for a moment, then sighed, “What’s done is done, no point in saying more.”
Hearing this, the old woman sneered, “You’re quite magnanimous.”
“But not as magnanimous as someone else. Unlike certain people, who with just a moment’s lapse, not only lost a ghost but also brought a hidden trouble to our ancient town, and now even the opera stage has been sunk into the lake.”
“Hehe…” The old woman sneered repeatedly.
The faceless person silently turned and left.
He Liansheng’s eye twitched, his gaze quietly glancing at the old man holding the shovel. Why did you have to argue with them?
Now it’s good, this matter won’t be forgiven for a few years.
He Liansheng shook his head, not daring to say more, and turned to leave.
The opera stage had been completely swallowed by Ghost Lake.
The old woman snorted coldly again, gave the old man a deep look, flung her sleeve, and turned to leave.
The old man showed a bitter expression, his face full of worry, not knowing what to do.
Da Jiang City.
Lin Qian panted heavily, his breathing gradually steadying.
“That was… the opera stage, that black water, is it Ghost Lake?”
“Those figures on the opera stage, are they the thirty-six ghost performers?”
Lin Qian swallowed, what was this dream foretelling?
Was the opera stage sunk into Ghost Lake?
No, according to the original work, the opera stage seems to be in Ghost Lake.
Lin Qian frowned, unable to figure it out.
Ordinary people dreaming can be understood.
But as a ghost controller who controls three ghosts, two of which are in deadlock, for him to dream is not normal.
As everyone knows, in mysterious revival, when ghost controllers dream, any dream is not normal, let alone such a terrifying nightmare.
“Have I been targeted by a nightmare? Or a ghost dream?”
Lin Qian boldly guessed.
But soon he realized his guess was indeed bold.
“It can’t be nightmare or ghost dream. Nightmare is still rampant abroad, ghost dream is still detained, it won’t be these two ghosts.”
Lin Qian got out of bed, only then noticing his whole body was completely soaked.
Lin Qian frowned, quickly took off his clothes, threw them into the trash can, and walked into the bathroom.
Steam rose, less than ten minutes.
Lin Qian walked out of the bathroom.
“It should be that the opera stage was sunk into the lake.”
While washing up, Lin Qian considered all sorts of guesses, even wondering if the ghost performers had come.
But the most likely is that the opera stage was sunk into Ghost Lake.
Combined with everything he saw in the dream, this possibility was very high.
Lin Qian wiped his still dripping hair, checked the time, it was around five-thirty in the morning.
He vaguely remembered falling asleep at five in the afternoon.
Slept until now.
He was completely unaware, if it had nothing to do with that dream, he wouldn’t believe it even to death.
“Interesting, but for now, this matter has nothing to do with me.”
Lin Qian put on a set of clothes, took his mobile phone, and walked out of the bedroom.
As long as no ghost performers appear nearby, he basically wouldn’t panic now.
The outside world wasn’t fully bright yet, but no longer pitch black.
Lin Qian opened the window, morning cold wind filling his lungs.
Lin Qian gazed at the city about to enter a new day, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed a number.
It was answered almost instantly.
“Lin Qian, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?”
“Thirteen hours, a full thirteen hours!”
Lin Qian held the phone farther away, “Don’t be so fiery, early in the morning, I don’t want to curse you out.”
“Just thirteen hours, not even a day, I’m not anxious, why are you?”
Wang Xiaoqiang paused, not knowing what to say.
He forcibly suppressed his anger, “You’re calling me now, so you’ve considered it.”
“What’s your answer?”
Lin Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly, everything outside the window like a flower blooming in the morning.
“I’ll take the mission, but the reward and such, we’ll talk in person. I do need the method to suppress fierce ghost revival, but let’s say, everything has a chance of failure, you can’t guarantee your method is one hundred percent successful.”
“The specifics, I need to see for myself.”
“No problem with that, the reward, easy to discuss, as long as you complete the mission, everything’s negotiable.” Wang Xiao Ming agreed without thinking.
Lin Qian now was a hot commodity.
His big brother had just spoken with him not long ago, if possible, he must convince Lin Qian to enter the laboratory.
“When does the mission start?” Lin Qian was surprised at how readily Wang Xiaoqiang agreed, but didn’t care at the moment.
He had legs, he could run.
“Wait for my notice.”
“Good.”
Click.
The call ended, Lin Qian grinned, “Confirmed, Wang Xiao Ming has his eye on me.”
Wang Xiaoqiang agreed too straightforwardly.
So straightforward it didn’t seem like the simple-minded, hot-tempered Wang Xiaoqiang with developed limbs.
Although he had long guessed Wang Xiao Ming was behind it, confirming it now still felt somewhat unreal.
Wang Xiao Ming was too terrifying, though an ordinary person, this ordinary person had the ability to pit any ghost controller to death.
Unless that ghost controller’s strength surpassed headquarters.
Otherwise, they’d all be pitted to death.
“My brain can’t outplay Wang Xiao Ming, but as long as I don’t get too involved with him, there won’t be any problems.”
Smart people sometimes least like encountering reckless ones, like Ye Zhen from Sea Market, Supernatural Forum.
“I need to make some preparations.”
……
Nine in the morning.
Chu He anxiously pushed open the club door and hurried in.
