Chapter 2468 — You Are an Alchemist?
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"Heh heh heh heh..." As Wei Zhao looked over in horror, the misty, monstrous thing—which had broken into wisps of fine vapor—actually gathered itself back together, re-forming into that mass that was neither man nor ghost. And the laughter came from that very thing!
"You... you're actually unharmed?" Wei Zhao stared in shock at the misty monstrosity before him.
"Boy, I didn't expect you to have a trick or two up your sleeve. It's been several thousand years... and you're the first to be able to blast me apart..." The monstrous thing was finally speaking to Wei Zhao of its own accord. Before, it had not deigned even to speak to him, nor to Kang Jinglong, You Panhu, or the others.
"What exactly are you? Why are you taking my friend?" Wei Zhao's heart went cold—the thing was not even afraid of his true-qi bomb!
"What I am is none of your concern. As for why I'm taking her, I naturally have my uses for her." After a brief silence, the monstrous thing spoke again: "Leave. I will not harm you."
"Are you a ghost?" Wei Zhao's mind raced, trying to think of a way out.
The ghoul talked fair enough—saying it would not hurt him—but in truth it had only seen how strong he was. Were it Purple Hair standing here, it would have swatted him away long ago! Of course, in this ghoul's eyes, Wei Zhao's strength rated only a little surprise; that it would not harm him did not mean it would let Wang Xinyan go.
But this time the ghoul gave Wei Zhao no further answer, and simply went on guiding Wang Xinyan forward! Her gaze was still vacant, as though her mind had been lost. Wei Zhao called out to her, but there was no response.
Wei Zhao wanted to reach out and hold Wang Xinyan back from going, yet feared it would provoke the ghoul to turn on him. Turning it over and over in his mind, he searched his memory for how the TV dramas dealt with ghosts and monsters!
Ordinary methods were useless against this ghoul, so Wei Zhao could only find another way.
Wei Zhao did not usually watch TV dramas, and he racked his brains for a long while before he finally recalled a ghost-hunting show he had once watched with Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu. In it, they said ghosts and spirits feared no blows, but all of them feared light and feared fire.
And in the old days, there was also the saying that building a fire could drive off imps. Wei Zhao thought it over—at present, this was the only move he had left; as for Maoshan Taoist arts and the like, he knew nothing of them at all.
With that thought, Wei Zhao hurried after them, and suddenly condensed a wisp of fire-attributed elixir flame in his hand and thrust it at the misty ghoul.
"OW—" The misty ghoul let out a miserable shriek and, forgetting all about guiding Wang Xinyan, instantly drifted far away!
Only after drifting several meters, well clear of the elixir flame in Wei Zhao's hand, did it stop, its voice full of shock: "An alchemist?"