Chapter 66: Using the Ghost Firewood Knife!

In the small corridor, a full nine and a half Ghost Masters had gathered, that half being the paralyzed Guo Fan.

Looking at the crowd around him, Xiong Wenwen's stride became much more arrogant, to the point that he didn't even tug at Yang Jian's shirt hem.

Originally Xiong Wenwen still wanted to shout a couple of arrogant remarks, but upon seeing Chen Shoushan's smiling, narrowed eyes directed at him, he instantly lost his nerve.

This Chen Shoushan clearly wasn't this scary before; how does he now feel even more terrifying than Yang Jian…

Xiong Wenwen lowered his head and muttered under his breath.

"It's right nearby."

Yang Jian, using the light of the Ghost Candle and carefully examining the floor traces with his Ghost Eye, said confidently.

"This should be the place."

Finally, Yang Jian led the crowd to gather in front of an ordinary door and said.

Just looking at the door, this is merely an ordinary room, with nothing special about it.

"The ghost mist inside is thick; my remaining Ghost Candle may not last long."

The scarlet Ghost Eye on his forehead shifted uneasily, and Yang Jian spoke with a somewhat solemn expression.

The mist inside the room had grown so thick that even his Ghost Eye could not see clearly.

"Open the door; if the ghost mist could spread out, it would have already done so— a wooden door couldn't stop it."

Li Leping suddenly spoke up.

"Holy shit! Who is this?"

Xiong Wenwen stared, eyes wide, looking dazedly at Li Leping; his small head almost short-circuited.

"Ghost! Wait, is this a person or a ghost? When did he appear?"

"..."

Everyone present, except Chen Shoushan who had been keeping an eye on Li Leping, showed varying degrees of shock; aside from Xiong Wenwen, the others quickly regained composure.

Li Leping stood where he was, his expression unchanged; he was already used to it!

Yang Jian appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was still tumultuous— what a joke? He had kept his Ghost Eye active all along this journey, yet he hadn't even noticed an extra person appearing.

"Good!"

Li Leping's words were not without reason; if the ghost mist wanted to spread, a mere wooden door couldn't stop it.

Moreover, Chen Shoushan had no intention of opposing.

The room's door wasn't bolted; Yang Jian gave it a light push and it opened.

Even with the Ghost Candle's greenish light aiding them, they could see nothing inside the room— only a vast white ghost mist, with nothing else.

"Is… is it you guys?"

In the thick white mist, a hoarse male voice came through, his voice muffled and unclear, as if dirt were lodged in his throat.

Everyone looked toward Chen Shoushan; Li Jun nodded and said to Chen Shoushan, "Exactly, although the sound is somewhat muffled, this should be Feng Quan's voice."

Chen Shoushan nodded at Li Jun, gazing at the ghost mist before him; obviously, relying on Yang Jian's Ghost Candle, which was almost burnt out, would definitely not hold up.

But Chen Shoushan also had no intention of producing his own Ghost Candle; it wasn't reluctance, but rather he suddenly got the idea to try his Ghost Firewood Knife— after all, this supernatural item certainly needed a trial run, otherwise why bring it back just to put it on display?

Why not use Feng Quan's ghost mist as the test subject! The ghost mist after being dismembered by the Ghost Firewood Knife will surely become less terrifying; then, if I also apply Chaos and Weaken, I might achieve an effect comparable to that of the Ghost Candle!

Chen Shoushan can be called a man of action; within an acceptable risk range, he won't hesitate excessively, after all, sometimes hesitation means death.

"Yang Jian, please move aside."

Chen Shoushan gestured for Yang Jian to shift his body, not to block the doorway.

Then Chen Shoushan stood before the door, raised his Ghost Firewood Knife and made contact with the ghost mist inside the room; instantly, everything within the mist was projected before his eyes—a slight bulge of earth in the mist's center, a tall male corpse discarded in the haze…

Medium— at this moment, the ghost mist became a medium; by using the ghost mist as a medium, Chen Shoushan could employ the Ghost Firewood Knife to attack anyone within the mist. Without rushing to act, he suddenly wondered whether he could use this medium to ignore spatial distance and apply his extraordinary ability to the target.

Saying it, then doing it, Chen Shoushan directly fixed his gaze on the Firewood Knife Ghost.

Chaos!

In a corner of the corridor filled with ghost mist, the ghost mist near the Firewood Knife Ghost lying on the ground suddenly twisted, as if forming an invisible prison that tightly trapped the Firewood Knife Ghost inside.

Success! Although he didn't personally see the scene, the disappearance of spiritual essence doesn't lie; Chen Shoushan clearly felt his own spiritual essence being drained.

Since he can use Chaos, distortion is naturally no problem; the only issue is bribery— Chen Shoushan is presently only a Sequence Five, unable to bribe others out of thin air.

"What's wrong, did something happen?"

Yang Jian asked anxiously; Chen Shoushan had maintained that posture for several seconds, yet the ghost mist showed no change at all…

"It's fine!"

Only then did Chen Shoushan snap back from his thoughts; for now, we should first rescue Feng Quan.

Gripping the wooden handle of the Ghost Firewood Knife, he lightly swung downward; the thick ghost mist posed no obstruction whatsoever.

The next moment, the ghost mist split open out of nowhere— first one strand, then two, then three…

The ghost mist actually shattered into countless tiny pieces; Chen Shoushan seized the moment, directly locking Chaos within this room, and the myriad fragments of ghost mist began to twist and shift, eventually parting slowly to form a passageway wide enough for one person to walk.

At the end of this passage lay a raised burial mound.

Under the guidance of the Chaos Instructor, no matter how convoluted the process, the final result will inevitably skew in favor of the Chaos Instructor.

Chen Shoushan's almost divine ability undoubtedly left the people behind him stunned, yet everyone felt it was unexpected yet reasonable— after all, it was Chen Shoushan!

"Let's go! Don't let the Ghost Candle go out."

Chen Shoushan reminded with a smile, after all, when the mist is thin it's invisible; who knows if any residual ghost mist might linger.

All the way to the mound, everything proceeded normally, with no incidents.

"Save… save me…"

Feng Quan inside the mound also seemed to sense the people outside, crying out for help once again.

"It looks like this burial mound can isolate the supernatural; otherwise Feng Quan could never have survived in such thick ghost mist."

Yang Jian looked at this pile of black earth and speculated.

That's right, after mastering the ghost mist, Feng Quan's organs and even his body will gradually turn to mist; back then Professor Wang had him master this pile of grave soil to counteract the misting of the ghost mist.

Li Jun has long stayed by Wang Xiaoming's side, so he naturally has a deep impression of those who, with Wang Xiaoming's help, took charge of the second ghost; especially someone like Feng Quan who, like Li Jun, is an insider in charge.

After all, the quota for the second ghost in the early days was even tighter than now; basically, anyone not from the system who was a Ghost Master need not even think about it—there was no chance!