freenovelworld Chapter 462 [The Train] Bargaining Chips
Chapter 462 [The Train] Bargaining Chips
But at least they could confirm that Tian Qinghe and the others had indeed been in the hall.
However, after examining the human skin, Chen Ji discovered a problem.
“This skin hasn’t been off for long.” He pointed to the scattered bloodstains on the steps: “The blood hasn’t even dried.”
Since it's impossible to enter Black Mountain at night, Tian Qinghe must either be inside the station or among the group of figures in the tunnel just now.
The group decided to go up and take a look first.
"Is your curse showing signs of worsening?" Du Tingfeng asked in a low voice as he stepped onto the stairs.
Chen Ji shook his head.
Still in the second stage, the rate at which his sores were spreading had slowed considerably.
After getting off the bus, his uncle gave him the prayer beads; he didn't know if it had anything to do with this.
The hallway was very quiet.
There was absolutely no sound coming from above.
Are there really people still up there?
Han Bing's heart sank deeper and deeper.
But it was at this moment—
Squeak.
Suddenly, the iron door at the end of the stairs was pushed open from the inside!
A familiar voice came from inside the door:
"team leader?"
The sound was like a dream.
Chen Yuetan's gaze sharpened, and he immediately shone his flashlight on the ground behind the door, only to see that there was actually a person lying on the ground!
Tian Qinghe!
......
in the hall.
After several attempts to confirm each other's identities, the group finally verified each other's identities.
To be precise, it was Tian Qinghe who unilaterally confirmed her identity.
What he just experienced almost completely shattered his psychological defenses; now he sees everyone as a ghost.
The group quickly exchanged information.
"So, you've been at the station for less than an hour?"
Han Bing asked hesitantly.
The station's time seemed to be out of order.
“Yes.” Tian Qinghe said softly, “We are on the second train.”
"In such a short time... I lost a lung and went blind in my left eye."
"And this is the best I could get after using up all the strange artifacts."
Everyone's expression changed; in those few tens of minutes, Tian Qinghe had been on the verge of life and death.
And those ordinary people he had always wanted to protect also went with the ghost.
It was undoubtedly the group of people in the tunnel.
"Don't worry," Chen Yuetan said softly, "You're not alone now."
Tian Qinghe smiled bitterly. Only now did the despair that had been lingering in his heart disappear.
His gaze fell on the festering sores on Chen Ji's body, and he asked:
Do you have any life-saving magical artifacts?
Chen Ji nodded.
“The third stage of the curse is certain death,” Tian Qinghe said. “It develops very quickly; you will first spit out your lungs, then your heart.”
"Remember to use the ghost object immediately when you feel nauseous."
"What kind of ghost is it?"
Han Bing couldn't help but ask, "We've never even seen what it looks like; only Chen Ji has seen its picture."
"photo?"
Tian Qinghe was taken aback.
“Yes.” Chen Ji said, “It’s an old photograph. It shows a sick monk lying in a hospital bed.”
Tian Qinghe's expression changed immediately.
The photo Chen Ji mentioned was clearly the one on the coffin.
"it......"
He opened his mouth, feeling that words failed him: "That ghost isn't even outside."
"It's in the mountains."
"I, you, and the ghosts we've encountered are not its true form..."
He pointed to his eyes, a flicker of fear in his eyes: "Do you know how I went blind in my left eye?"
“I provided enough clues for the clue book to tell me where the ghost’s true form is.”
"I drew a picture in the clue book to spy on the ghost, but I didn't expect that even if I was just spying, the ghost would still find me... and then, I went blind."
If you see it, it will see you.
This immediately reminded Chen Ji of the group of mountaineers in the Ghost Infant Tomb.
A long-awaited sense of dread suddenly sent chills down his spine; it was clear that the ghost was just as terrifying as the monk.
If Wusu hadn't led them down a shortcut, they probably would have died before even reaching the Ghost Doll Temple.
But this time, they were no longer facing a ghost infant, so Wusu could play a limited role...
Only fountain pens can still be associated with the creator.
Chen Ji silently turned his head and silently recited in his heart:
"pen."
"We're now in the core area of the Creator Demon. Does anything come to mind?"
The pen did not answer.
Chen Ji endured for two seconds. Although he was used to the pen playing dead, this was not the time.
Considering that he might find it difficult to say "pen," he changed to a more subtle way of expressing it.
One minute later.
There was no sound in my mind.
Chen Ji frowned, and just as he reached into his pocket, he suddenly stopped.
He slowly lowered his head.
Nothing was touched.
My pockets were empty.
The pen... disappeared.
Almost instinctively, he turned his pockets inside out, but there wasn't a single hole in them, so there was no possibility that the pen had fallen out of his trouser leg!
Moreover, the pen is made of a very hard material, so if it falls on the ground, he will definitely notice it.
Chen Ji's mind went blank. He had spoken to the pen in Zhangzhai, and now it had vanished into thin air.
Zhangzhai, the fountain pen is still there.
In other words, the pen malfunctioned after the train was boarded.
Suddenly, Chen Ji realized something.
His ghostly realm was bound to his fountain pen.
Without the pen, his ghostly realm...
My gaze slowly shifted to my wrist.
Of the three stars that were lit there, the first two were still shining faintly, but the last one... had already dimmed.
After a few seconds of silence, Chen Ji, with a complicated expression, slowly raised his head.
"My Netherworld is closed."
"What?" Han Bing was taken aback.
He was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted, and his expression immediately became very strange.
He glanced at Chen Yuetan, then at Chen Ji.
Chen Yuetan's Netherworld was forcibly closed, and now Chen Ji is in the same situation.
Is this problem hereditary?
“My ghostly creature has disappeared.” Chen Ji lowered his head. “The one bound to the Netherworld.”
After a brief period of confusion, he roughly deduced the reason.
If he's not mistaken, at this moment, in 1985, the calligraphy brush had not yet been transformed into the fountain pen.
So it is very likely still in the Black Mountain.
Since a calligraphy brush is equal to a fountain pen, and it is impossible for two pens to exist at the same time, the existence of the fountain pen is automatically eliminated.
Chen Ji felt a sense of absurdity, but just then, Du Tingfeng's confused voice came.
"My chips... are gone too."
"Huh?" Chen Ji was completely stunned.
its not right?
Tian Qinghe's strange object is still functioning normally, and everyone else—his uncle, Han Bing—is perfectly normal.
This proves that there are no restrictions on the influence of the strange objects in this area, so it can only be related to the calligraphy brush.
Suddenly, Chen Ji's breath hitched.
He recalled the projection of a calligraphy brush he had seen at Tuotuo Mountain.
At the very top of the pen, there is a hole through which a round object is attached.
It is round on the outside and square on the inside, just like a copper coin.
An incredibly unbelievable guess suddenly struck Chen Ji's mind: Could it be...?
That copper coin was a bargaining chip.
A fountain pen represents life.
Chips represent luck.
Put together.....
It is [fate].
That's why he felt so natural using both a pen and chips at the same time, as if it was his birthright to do so.
This guess sent chills down his spine, because if it were true, then his encounter with Du Tingfeng would not have been a coincidence at all!
That feeling of being manipulated, which had appeared before, resurfaced in Chen Ji's mind.
This time he was certain it wasn't a misperception.