Chapter 67: The Problem Before Leaving

Since Feng Quan can still restrain the ghost mist and prevent its spread, it shows that the ghost mist he controls is not completely out of control; perhaps due to some reasons, he can no longer maintain balance with the ghost burial soil.

Li Leping looked at Feng Quan buried in the burial soil and voiced his speculation.

And indeed that is the case: Feng Quan's ghost mist was dissected by the Ghost Firewood Knife, causing part of it to separate from his body, weakening its terror; the two ghosts inside him could no longer achieve balance, so he was buried by the ghost burial soil.

What should we do?

Tong Qian naturally looked at Chen Shoushan and asked.

Let's see if we can help Feng Quan regain balance.

Chen Shoushan lightly poked the pile of burial soil in front of him with the back of the Ghost Firewood Knife, smiling faintly.

He had already tried the Ghost Firewood Knife once; under the condition of dissecting a target without using a medium and ignoring distance, directly using the Ghost Firewood Knife, its side effects can be offset by his own distortion and weakening.

But if he uses a medium to ignore distance and dissect the target, relying solely on the distortion and weakening of Sequence Five cannot completely eliminate the Ghost Firewood Knife's side effects.

At the very least, he must wait until Sequence Four, after becoming a demigod, for Chen Shoushan to use the Ghost Firewood Knife without side effects; of course, whether he will still need the Ghost Firewood Knife by then is another matter.

How should we do it?

Li Jun asked solemnly; as Wang Xiaoming's bodyguard, having been exposed to it, he clearly knows how difficult it is to maintain supernatural balance—this is a problem the whole world cannot solve.

Actually, saying it's not that difficult, these two supernatural entities were selected for Feng Quan by Professor Wang; now it's merely a supernatural imbalance—just open the burial soil, let the ghost mist re-enter, and let the two regain balance.

Chen Shoushan said it rather lightly, because the risk isn't his anyway.

Hearing Chen Shoushan say it so lightly, if Li Jun weren't constantly by Wang Xiaoming's side, he would almost believe it—how could supernatural balance be as simple as Chen Shoushan says? If it were truly as easy as buying vegetables downstairs, everyone in the world would be a Ghost Master controlling two ghosts.

Others also vaguely felt Chen Shoushan's words made sense, yet something felt off, though they couldn't put their finger on it……

And Feng Quan, buried in the burial soil, naturally heard the conversation as well; but by now, having a chance to survive is already not bad—at least Chen Shoushan has given him a plan, right!

I, I can… even if I die, I accept……

Feng Quan's muffled voice came from the burial soil in fits and starts.

Since Feng Quan himself agreed, everyone had even less objection—of course, originally nobody really had any objection……

By the way, this favor must be repaid……

Chen Shoushan felt the few remaining coins in the empty bag and smiled at Feng Quan as he spoke.

Good……

Others also didn't think anything was wrong—no one in the world uses supernatural power without a price, and since Chen Shoushan has no personal ties to Feng Quan, taking some compensation is perfectly normal!

Chen Shoushan didn't waste more words; he directly planned to use the Ghost Firewood Knife to split the burial soil.

He inserted the Ghost Firewood Knife straight into the burial soil without obstruction, then Chen Shoushan directly pulled it downward for a chop.

Afterward, this burial soil that could block the ghost mist actually split open a huge gap in the middle, and many tiny gaps appeared around the large gap, though they were not obvious.

At the moment the burial soil split, the ghost mist permeating the third floor seemed to be attracted to something, surging madly toward the gap.

Bribery—Weaken! Distort!

Chen Shoushan also quickly used his extraordinary ability on the Ghost Firewood Knife to avoid its aftereffects.

Meanwhile, under the protection of the red ghost candle, everyone hastily retreated to avoid being attacked by the ghost mist surging from all directions.

The ghost mist came quickly and vanished just as fast; within less than ten seconds, the white mist that had seemed endless to everyone completely disappeared into the burial soil.

The room also returned to its dim state; Yang Jian's ghost eye could easily see every corner of the room.

And Feng Quan's voice also disappeared; in the whole room only this mound of soil riddled with cracks remained.

How do you feel now, Feng Quan?

Li Jun tentatively shouted from a distance.

……

No response; the people exchanged glances, then unanimously looked toward Chen Shoushan.

He felt two coins again in his pocket, Chen Shoushan flicked them lightly, and the two coins shot into the burial soil like bullets.

Bribery—Weaken!

Chen Shoushan has done everything he can; whether Feng Quan can pull through now depends on Feng Quan himself. If he pulls through, Feng Quan will owe Chen Shoushan a favor, and headquarters will also give Chen Shoushan a reward; if he doesn't, those two coins will be considered as buying Feng Quan's two ghosts.

The main point is not to lose out!

Everyone waited about another three minutes, at which point the ghost burial soil began to gradually collapse and contract.

Cough, cough cough!

At the same time, a coughing sound came from the burial soil—Feng Quan's cough.

Looks like it succeeded.

Li Leping said silently.

Yang Jian also watched with interest; he didn't care whether Feng Quan lived or died.

Finally, a head emerged from the burial soil—Feng Quan's head; at this moment his face showed the excitement of having survived a disaster.

The feeling of being buried alive in the burial soil yet unable to die, this suffocation is truly desperate!

Feng Quan swore he never wanted to experience this suffocation again.

Feng Quan?

Li Jun was the first to ask.

Feng Quan strained to shake the dust from his face, speaking with a dry voice: 'It's me……'

As he spoke, one of Feng Quan's arms was pulled from the burial soil, then his torso, thighs……

Looks like you really have a big life!

Yang Jian sighed somewhat; as for what he meant by saying that, only he himself knows.

Feng Quan directly ignored Yang Jian's words; his condition is not good at all, and he really has no mood to argue with Yang Jian.

Looking at Chen Shoushan surrounded by everyone, Feng Quan opened his mouth: 'I will find a way to repay you……'

Good!

Chen Shoushan smiled and nodded, not refusing.

"Since everyone has been rescued, we should leave this place quickly, Xiong Die—I always feel this hotel is gloomy and scary."

Xiong Wenwen, seeing that everyone had gathered, spoke with a slightly anxious tone.

And one must know that Xiong Wenwen commands a precognition ghost; the words he speaks are not to be taken lightly by everyone.

During the withdrawal, Chen Shoushan suddenly found time to ask Feng Quan: "In the grave soil, can you sense the outside world?"

According to Yang Jian and his group, when they were in the hallway, Feng Quan sensed their presence and tried to call for help.

"Exactly! Although the grave soil cuts off my control over the ghost mist, I can still barely feel the disturbance when the nearby ghost mist is stirred."

Although Feng Quan found it strange that Chen Shoushan would suddenly ask this question, he still answered honestly.

"Besides sensing the ghost mist disturbed by us, do you also sense the ghost mist disturbed by others?"

Chen Shoushan asked again.

Chen Shoushan wanted to know where the Newspaper Ghost went during that blank period and what it did.

The Newspaper Ghost that caused chaos throughout ZS City was actually just locked up like this? Although it seems reasonable, since the Newspaper Ghost's true form isn't strong, but…

And since Feng Quan can sense the fluctuations of the nearby ghost mist, he should also have sensed the movements of the Newspaper Ghost, after all, the place where Yang Jian and his group encountered the Newspaper Ghost is right near Feng Quan's room.

"No, besides you, Yang Jian and your group, I haven't sensed any movement."

Feng Quan thought carefully and then answered seriously.

(End of chapter)