N-A-A Chapter 93 Feng Quan Loses Consciousness
Chapter 93 Feng Quan Loses Consciousness
Top of the head?
The two instantly understood what Sun Rui meant.
The glass walls in the laboratory are mixed with gold, but their surface is essentially still glass.
Therefore, it is entirely possible that Feng Quan would hang himself upside down on it during a crisis.
"We'll retreat to the doorway in a bit, and Zhao Lei will use his supernatural powers to suppress this ghostly mist," Sun Rui said.
This was a plan he came up with on the spot, allowing Zhao Lei to suppress the ghostly mist and expose Feng Quan's exact location.
He can actually walk on the walls using his ghostly domain, but then he won't be able to use the ghost candle.
"A feasible idea," Yang Jian nodded.
Zhao Lei nodded solemnly; this was the first time he had faced a vengeful ghost head-on.
The three of them followed the wall to the broken glass door.
Sun Rui blew out the ghost candle, and the thick fog around them surged toward them.
The next moment, a chilling laugh rang out.
Cluck cl ...
The laughter was incessant, echoing throughout the room and sending chills down one's spine.
However, the laughter kept overlapping in the small space, and the ghostly mist in the room was also affected, becoming thinner.
Sun Rui and Yang Jian were not affected.
They used supernatural powers to rupture their eardrums beforehand.
As long as they cannot hear this eerie laughter, the supernatural forces cannot harm them.
This is the most important element in paranormal attacks: the medium.
The medium Zhao Lei needed for his supernatural attacks was for others to hear his laughter or crying.
"Zhao Lei has been using the power of the vengeful spirit for so long, yet he seems completely unaffected." Yang Jian had been keeping an eye on Zhao Lei's movements to prevent any accidents from happening.
Sun Rui, however, was examining the ghostly mist around him, wondering what kind of supernatural power he would gain if he allowed his own ghostly haze to come into contact with the ghostly mist.
His ghostly aura is more like a supernatural space, while the ghostly mist is a ghost realm.
The combination of the two may bring about a qualitative change.
"That's about enough, Zhao Lei can stop now," Sun Rui said.
Zhao Lei laughed for about two minutes, and the ghostly mist in front of him had become so thin that it could no longer be formed, and even the ghostly domain could not be formed.
They looked up and saw a small mound hanging upside down from above.
At the top of the grave mound, some black hairs could be faintly seen.
"We found him, but it seems Feng Quan is already dead," Sun Rui said.
"Not necessarily. The vengeful spirit that Feng Quan controls is quite special; they are mutually restrictive. As long as he isn't completely buried in the grave, he shouldn't die," Yang Jian said.
He was very familiar with Feng Quan's supernatural powers and knew that when using the ghost mist, he needed to use grave soil to suppress it.
This is the same way Zhang Han controls supernatural powers: mutual restriction.
"I'll try to save them," Yang Jian said.
The headless ghostly figure behind him suddenly stood up and began to lengthen.
Until the headless ghost's hands could touch the grave soil.
Soon, the headless ghostly figure entered Feng Quan's body through his head, which was not yet completely buried.
The headless ghost's suppression took effect, and the grave soil, as if it had lost its support, instantly fell from the ceiling.
"Can he really be saved like this?" Zhao Lei asked, looking at Feng Quan, who was already in a terrible state.
"I don't know either. I'll recall the ghost image later. Sun Rui, remember to light the ghost candle," Yang Jian said to Sun Rui.
Sun Rui nodded; he was ready.
Yang Jian's ghostly shadow suppressed the ghost within Feng Quan, forcibly maintaining Feng Quan's balance. Once the ghostly shadow was withdrawn, either the ghostly mist would kill Feng Quan, or the grave soil would completely bury him.
However, Feng Quan's fate remains uncertain at this point.
The headless ghostly figure flowed out of Feng Quan's body like a pool of ink, transforming into Yang Jian's shadow.
At the same time, Sun Rui lit the ghost candle, and the green flame expanded instantly.
In that instant, the ghost candle burned at least one-fifth of its weight.
"Yang Jian, Ghost Candle won't last much longer. We need to find a way to separate his grave soil," Sun Rui said.
At this moment, Feng Quan's body was not in balance, and the power of the grave soil exceeded the power of the ghost mist.
This is the same situation as Yan Li's before; as long as some of the supernatural power is separated, the balance can be restored.
"I understand. I will light the white ghost candle in a moment. Remember to blow out the red ghost candle," Yang Jian said.
He took out a white ghost candle from his pocket, which had the opposite effect of the red ghost candle.
White ghost candles can attract evil spirits.
Lighting something for no reason is extremely dangerous, but if used properly in paranormal events, it can quickly locate the ghost.
Sun Rui nodded, indicating that he was ready.
Yang Jian took out a specially made golden lighter and lit the white ghost candle in his hand.
At the same time, Sun Rui blew out the red ghost candle in his hand.
In an instant, the grave soil seemed to completely bury Feng Quan.
But the next moment, the grave soil seemed to be affected by some kind of supernatural force, and began to spread towards Yang Jian.
At the same time, the trend of burying Feng Quan with grave soil was stopped.
Yang Jian placed the white ghost candle on the ground without holding it in his hand.
The soil from the grave touched the white ghost candle on the ground, and a small mound began to form.
At this moment, Feng Quan's head was completely exposed.
His eyes were closed, and he showed no reaction whatsoever.
"Wait a little longer. He hasn't fully regained his balance yet. We'll act immediately if anything goes wrong," Yang Jian said.
Feng Quan used supernatural powers for too long, causing a severe imbalance in his body.
Time passed second by second, and the soil on the grave had receded to Feng Quan's chest level.
However, he still did not react.
The white ghost candles had almost been covered by the grave soil several times, but Yang Jian had collected them in golden containers each time.
"Feng Quan must be in trouble. He seems to be experiencing the same thing as Zhao Lei when he was attacked by the ghost newspaper," Sun Rui said, frowning.
Yang Jian naturally noticed that something was wrong with Feng Quan. Logically speaking, Feng Quan should have regained his balance and become conscious by now.
"Then I'll try extinguishing the white ghost candle. If he revives as a vengeful spirit, then we'll imprison him as soon as possible," Yang Jian said.
He actually wanted to save Feng Quan, after all, he had altered Feng Quan's memories at the Caesar Hotel in ZS City, so he could be considered a good helper.
"Alright, let's get started quickly. I have a feeling that Zhao Jianguo left him here to delay our operation," Sun Rui said.
It's almost certain that Zhao Jianguo took the ghost coffin, and the ghost messenger has extremely strong growth potential, although this growth will take some time.
The headquarters holds a large number of vengeful ghosts. If the ghost messengers were to obtain those ghosts, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Yang Jian understood Sun Rui's meaning and immediately blew out the white ghost candle.
Some of the grave soil wanted to immediately return to Feng Quan's body, but Yang Jian imprisoned it.
At this moment, Feng Quan remained completely still, showing no signs of the evil spirit resurrecting.
It was as if the ghostly mist and grave soil within his body had reached some kind of balance, but due to his own reasons, he was unable to wake up.
"Let's try using a newspaper on Yang Jian to see if he still has any memory," Sun Rui suggested.
He suspected that when the ghost newspaper had previously infiltrated the communications room, it had transferred a part of itself to Zhao Jianguo.
This supernatural power should also possess the ability to alter memories, similar to how ghost newspapers can alter them.
At that moment, he suddenly thought of Zhou Wan, who had disappeared before.
He asked Shen Liang, who said that his operator had never been changed.
He received the same answer when he asked the new operator, Zhao Menglin.
He suspected that this supernatural power could only erase memories, not modify them; otherwise, Zhao Jianguo would have already taken control of the headquarters long ago.