Chapter 62: Ghost Blowing Lamp
Candlelight flickered, illuminating the surroundings with a bright yellow flame.
“Hehe, too many loopholes.”
“It even let me live three months of normal days.”
Lin Qian slightly raised his head, his pair of eerie eyes narrowing in an instant.
The surrounding environment was eerie, familiar layout, familiar place.
Dim, cold lobby, ground covered in ashes.
Elevator flashing with red light.
He stood motionless in front of the counter, holding a burning candle.
Lin Qian’s eyes shifted slightly, landing on the yellowed paper page on the counter.
There, on the yellowed paper page, a ferocious and eerie human face grinned at him.
But soon, Lin Qian noticed that the face on the yellow paper slowly lost its smile.
It turned into an expression of doubt.
It should be doubt, right.
“Interesting, so you’re hiding in this yellow paper.”
A chill emanated from Lin Qian’s hand as he reached for the yellow paper.
The yellow paper suddenly twitched, and then a flame burst out, directly igniting it.
In the blink of an eye, the yellow paper turned into ashes.
Black smoke drifted through the lobby, quickly blending into the dimness.
Supernatural disappeared.
Lin Qian’s hand paused, and he tilted his head slightly, “It ran?”
“A ghost with consciousness?”
In the original work, there were quite a few ghosts with consciousness, among which the top representatives were Human Skin Paper and Wish Ghost.
As for Ghost Cabinet…
That was just a fool.
A ghost as clever as Wish Ghost, after combining with Ghost Cabinet’s supernatural power, directly turned into a complete idiot.
Besides that, there was the suited fierce ghost from the later stages of the original work in the Initial Spirit Society, which also had high intelligence.
“Did I break free from the illusion without blowing out the candle, thus not triggering the killing pattern, or does this ghost itself have consciousness?”
Lin Qian pondered, temporarily unclear about the truth.
The illusion created by the other party was very realistic, but it had too many loopholes.
And too obvious.
Lin Qian never believed he had truly left Ghost Painting anyway.
Then on September 23, Chu He and the others came in carrying a cake with a candle stuck straight into it.
Wasn’t this blatantly telling him to blow out the candle?
As if afraid he wouldn’t know he was in an environment.
Moreover, as their president, they only gave him one cake?
Instead of booking a hotel to celebrate his birthday.
No matter how he thought about it, something was off.
Too stupid.
He wasn’t an ordinary person; he was the president of a ghost controller club.
How could a birthday be handled so casually?
No logic at all.
Lin Qian shook his head and glanced at the candle in his hand.
The reason he could easily break free from the illusion was simple: he avoided this illusion.
He had said that as long as it was supernatural attacked by a male, he could avoid it.
Unfortunately, this ghost wasn’t a female ghost.
Now, for Lin Qian, facing any fierce ghost that looked male was truly like a new era perfect non-stick pan.
As he controlled more crashed fierce ghosts, Killer Ghost’s supernatural power would gradually increase.
But currently, Lin Qian hadn’t seen Killer Ghost’s supernatural power increase.
No rush, take it slow.
Crashed fierce ghost was an all-purpose puzzle piece, which had already been verified before.
He could now at any time have Killer Ghost incorporate Faceless Ghost and Sneak Attack Ghost as its own puzzle pieces.
This would directly raise Killer Ghost’s terror level to S-grade.
In theory, raising Killer Ghost’s terror would bring his strength to an extremely high level.
But Lin Qian wasn’t in a hurry; Faceless Ghost definitely couldn’t be used as a puzzle piece for Killer Ghost or Ghost Performer.
Faceless Ghost still had its source outside, and it was a ghost controller.
No need to say more about Sneak Attack Ghost.
His thoughts turned back; he was too lazy to think about whether that escaped ghost had consciousness or if it was a puzzle piece of Human Skin Paper.
Lin Qian looked up, “Upstairs.”
Ghost Performer inside him was restless, and extremely so.
If not for Ghost Messenger suppressing Ghost Performer, it would have revived already.
“In the illusion, on the top floor upstairs in room 7736, there’s a box used by an old opera troupe, containing a pure black fan.”
Lin Qian stroked his chin, then walked towards the elevator.
He didn’t want to take the stairs; why not use the elevator if it was there?
Of course, first he needed to confirm if the ghost in the elevator was a female ghost.
Dim and eerie lobby, six elevators flashing red light.
Dusty ground, footprints trailing away with the candlelight.
Lin Qian pressed the elevator button; with a rumble, the elevator doors opened directly.
A corpse with a terrified expression, holding a candle, stood rigidly at the elevator doorway.
“Can avoid…”
Lin Qian suddenly reached out, grabbed the corpse by the neck, and threw it out of the elevator.
He had no intention of sharing an elevator with a dead person.
Thud~!
The corpse hit the ground, the candle in its hand dropped, and it lay on the ground in a eerie pose.
Lin Qian glanced at the corpse; candlelight flickered, a ferocious face gradually obscured by the closing elevator doors.
The elevator operated, with intense vibrations.
With a hum, the elevator headed upstairs.
The moment the elevator headed upstairs.
The dropped candle slowly turned into ashes, becoming dust on the ground.
In the lobby, on the dusty counter, a yellowed sheepskin paper suddenly appeared; a drop of blood appeared on the sheepskin paper, followed by a segment of eerie text materializing out of thin air:
【He… who is he?】
【Why is he so terrifying?】
【He took my ghost; I lost a ghost.】
【What a pity; if he had blown out the candle, I could have gotten everything on him.】
【No opportunity now…】
【That’s impossible…】
After the text appeared for a moment, it suddenly twisted, forming a ferocious bloody human face.
The human face’s pair of eerie eyes peered through the paper, staring straight at the operating elevator.
A pair of numb eerie eyes flickered, seeming somewhat unwilling.
Inside the elevator.
Pale lights illuminated the entire elevator; Lin Qian holding the candle seemed somewhat redundant.
But Lin Qian had no intention of extinguishing the candle.
“As long as the candle isn’t extinguished, it’s safe?”
“Or, as long as the illusion is broken once, it counts as avoiding the fierce ghost’s killing pattern once?”
“I’m safe until the fierce ghost’s next attack arrives?”
If Lin Qian wasn’t mistaken, there was a ghost in this candle.
Its terror level wasn’t high, around B-grade; harm level temporarily C-grade, even treatable as a supernatural item type fierce ghost.
A bit useless, but absolutely handy for screwing others over.
Those holding candles probably mostly died to this candle.
“There are many candles…”
Six corpses in the elevator, each holding a candle.
“Are those candles derivatives?”
Tap tap tap, Lin Qian tapped his mask, gazing at the candle in his hand.
Forget it, no testing this ghost’s killing pattern for now.
His guess was just a guess.
He also wasn’t sure if blowing out the candle would lead to an immediate fierce ghost attack.
Right now he was in the elevator, which already had a ghost.
Lin Qian’s ghost eye on the mask turned slightly, looking towards the ceiling.
There, on the elevator ceiling, five withered fingers gripped the edge.
This was undoubtedly a ghost.
But because of the candle in his hand, he hadn’t triggered the fierce ghost’s killing pattern.
He was very safe.
Floors jumped, layer by layer.
Thirtieth floor, fiftieth floor, seventieth floor…
Upon reaching the seventieth floor, the elevator suddenly stopped, jolting violently.
Lin Qian steadied himself, watching the flickering candlelight, which faintly seemed about to go out.
Lin Qian quickly shielded the candlelight.
With Lin Qian’s hand blocking the wind from the jolting, the flame gradually stabilized.
“The candle can be blown out by things other than oneself?”
Lin Qian gazed at the flickering candlelight in his hand, eyes flashing.
But at that moment.
Click click click~!
The elevator doors slowly opened; Lin Qian’s gaze shifted to the floor outside.
The 77th floor button had gone dark.
Only the seventieth floor button was still lit.
“Can only go to the seventieth floor?”
Lin Qian looked at the corridor outside the elevator: dim, gloomy, quiet.
He tried pressing the 77th floor; it wouldn’t budge.
Lin Qian realized; looks like only up to the seventieth floor.
Holding the candle, he stepped out of the elevator.
The moment he exited, the elevator doors slowly closed.
Red light flashed; the elevator stayed on the 70th floor, showing no sign of going down.
Perhaps because no one in the mansion had triggered its killing pattern.
The corridor outside the elevator was extremely dark.
The candlelight’s range was limited, but it had no effect on Lin Qian.
The corridor was very wide, enough for four or five people to walk side by side.
“Still fairly clean.”
The walls on both sides of the corridor and the ceiling overhead showed no damage.
The white walls had only some dust.
The corridor had a red carpet.
The carpet was one piece, extremely long, covering the entire corridor.
The carpet was covered in dust.
Lin Qian left clear footprints as he walked on it.
He had never been to Caesar Grand Hotel, so he didn’t mind leaving footprints.
He observed the situation on the 70th floor.
Many rooms, corridors crisscrossing haphazardly.
Every three meters on both sides of the corridor, a room opposite each other.
Room doors were the standard hotel type.
“A bit… dangerous.”
Lin Qian’s gaze shifted; each of these rooms gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
When his gaze fell on those room doors, his ghost eye uncontrollably wanted to look away.
Not good.
The rooms on this mansion’s 70th floor probably housed many extremely terrifying fierce ghosts.
The eyes on his mask were actually Ghost Performer.
Ghost Performer not daring to look at these rooms already explained a lot.
It was the same principle as Yang Jian’s ghost eyes not daring to look at Ghost Painting.
Major terror.
Even Ghost Performer didn’t dare look; Lin Qian immediately gave up on the idea of checking the meters.
Better to honestly find Ghost Performer’s puzzle piece and leave directly.
Lin Qian held the candle and headed towards one end of the corridor.
He wanted to find the stairs.
It had to be said, the layout here was truly bizarre.
Intersecting corridors, tightly closed room doors; every twenty meters or so in the corridors, there was an open-air balcony in the middle, overlooking the outside.
The layout was a bit eerie; after all, from outside, it didn’t seem this big.
He walked a circle and nearly got lost.
But fortunately, he wasn’t directionally challenged.
“Seventy rooms in total, each room has a ghost.”
Lin Qian felt somewhat heavy-hearted; the fierce ghosts in this mansion might exceed hundreds.
Better not to stay long.
While he wasn’t targeted by fierce ghosts now, better to quickly find the ghost he wanted and leave.
Lin Qian glanced at the candle in his hand; it burned steadily, no sign of extinguishing even after more than ten minutes.
Could it be that without blowing it out, the candle burns forever?
Lin Qian thought it unlikely.
The candle would probably extinguish itself after a certain time.
After all, if it really burned indefinitely, its terror level wouldn’t be just this much.
Thinking this, Lin Qian quickened his pace, continuing to search for the stairs.
After a few minutes, Lin Qian finally found the stairs.
“A broken staircase, hidden so well?”
Who would think the stairs were built next to the balcony?
Anyway, he hadn’t.
Lin Qian glanced behind from the seventieth floor; looking down, he could vaguely see the building, nothing else.
Even if someone was below, they’d just be a tiny black dot.
High places are bitterly cold.
The higher you stand, the more scenery you see.
Lin Qian overlooked this World of Ghost Painting.
This world seemed boundless; a gray sky drifted with feather-like paper ash, countless eerie buildings stretching across the entire world.
At the edge of sight, buildings thinned out, replaced by a withered yellow wheat field.
“Ghostly craftsmanship.”
Lin Qian muttered, withdrawing his gaze.
But suddenly.
Lin Qian sharply looked towards the corridor.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
On the corridor, unbeknownst when, a figure stood.
The figure stood at the corner, half its body exposed.
It was a person whose face couldn’t be seen clearly.
Not because of distance, but because the face itself was blurry.
Supernatural interfered with line of sight.
The other wore a strange set of clothes.
Lin Qian surprisingly didn’t recognize this type of clothes; he had never seen it before.
The ghosts were restless, even Ghost Messenger’s supernatural power was somewhat restless.
This wasn’t fierce ghost revival; this was the ghosts warning after sensing terrifying fierce ghosts nearby!
A ghost that could make Ghost Messenger restless definitely had more than four ghosts within it!
Lin Qian quickly checked the candle in his hand.
Good, the candle hadn’t…
Whoosh~!
A blowing sound rang out.
Lin Qian’s ghost eye suddenly focused.
The candle went out!
The instant the candle extinguished, thick darkness pounced instantly.
Extreme cold accompanied terrifying supernatural arriving in a blink.
Lin Qian’s pupils shrank; he jerked his head up to see the indistinct-faced person already in front of him.
A blurry face suddenly opened wide, black, indistinct, reeking of thick corpse stench.
It bit towards his head.
Terrifying suppression pressed down.
Lin Qian’s pupils trembled; at this moment, the ghost eye actually wanted to retract.
“What a joke!”
Lin Qian’s figure vanished instantly; Sneak Attack Ghost’s supernatural activated, appearing directly behind the other.
Killer Ghost avoided the other’s supernatural lock.
Lin Qian quickly reached out, grabbing the fierce ghost’s arm.
Terrifying suppression power pressed directly.
All fierce ghosts inside him triggered their killing patterns in this instant.
Supernatural poured down; Ghost Messenger suppressed the other, while the rest of the fierce ghosts launched full supernatural attacks.
Coldness swiftly enveloped the surroundings.
“Suppressed?”
Supernatural output; the fierce ghost stiffened in place.
Seemed suppressed.
But suddenly!
