Chapter 156: Autumn Moon’s Disaster (Part 2)
Kuang Bowen heard the noise at the door, turned his head, and saw Chen Shanyuan.
“Shanyuan, what’s wrong?”
Chen Shanyuan’s strong unease, revealed through his body language, was impossible for Kuang Bowen to ignore.
“Go, hurry, go now,” Chen Shanyuan said, breathing heavily.
Yu Jinling and Lu Junan looked at each other, completely baffled.
At this moment, Wen Weilan frowned slightly, also sensing something.
“It’s Guai Qi.”
Everyone’s hearts sank.
“How is that possible? How could there be Guai Qi in Xiao Xiang House?” Lu Junan was both terrified and confused, looking around nervously.
Wen Weilan didn’t answer; she directly took out the Ghost Qi Detector made by Liu Sheng.
Although she could sense it, a more precise judgment still required an instrument, not to mention she needed to show it to them.
As soon as the white jade piece was taken out, it immediately soared from red to dark red, then to ominous black, and finally to a deep, heavy black.
Wen Weilan’s face, hidden beneath the inky mist, instantly turned pale: “How is this possible… This is…”
Everyone knew this was the Ghost Qi Detector, and seeing this color, they knew something was wrong.
Kuang Bowen stammered, “This is… a Disaster!”
According to his understanding of the detector during this time, he could tell at a glance that it was a Disaster Rank.
Although it was the lowest Rank of Disaster, it was still a Disaster.
Therefore, as soon as he spoke, everyone trembled, their breathing quickening a few beats.
“Are you sure? Could this be a mistake?” Lu Junan couldn’t believe it. “I heard an Instructor at the academy say… since God Manifestation First Year, there have been no more than ten weird objects of Disaster Rank to date!”
“There’s no mistake.” Kuang Bowen believed in the Ghost Qi Detector made by his master; he now understood its principles and naturally wouldn't doubt its accuracy.
“When Disaster strikes, all living things suffer,” Chen Shanyuan murmured to himself.
Its appearance at this time was likely connected to the person under the moon.
“Hurry up,” he urged, as they were incapable of resisting either that person or a Disaster-Rank weird object.
“Wait.” Wen Weilan stopped everyone’s panicked steps.
She raised the white jade-like Ghost Qi Detector, and saw that the black light points on it were constantly moving, with more and more light points appearing, from yellow to red, to dark red, and then to deep black, becoming increasingly dense.
“What does this mean?” Chen Shanyuan asked, though he could guess, he dared not confirm his thoughts.
If it were true, it would be too terrifying.
But Kuang Bowen’s words directly pierced his self-deception: “It means there’s not just one Disaster weird object, but many weird objects have appeared.”
“And they are constantly moving,” Wen Weilan said with a chilling, resolute expression.
“According to this judgment, we will encounter them as soon as we step out the door.”
“Then what do we do?” Yu Jinling gripped the dagger in her sleeve, her palms sweating.
Wen Weilan suddenly felt something, her gaze like lightning shooting towards the stage below the railing.
She didn't know when the auction bids had stopped, nor were there any whispers from the private rooms.
It was eerily quiet everywhere.
It seemed as if everyone was quietly waiting for the changes on the stage.
And on the stage, the black mask on the woman’s face had melted, merging with the face below, which was burned into a twisted, ugly mass of flesh, with black liquid flowing down.
This hideous appearance was vastly different from everyone’s imagination.
Yu Jinling seemed to realize something and touched her own face.
Wen Weilan did the same, taking out a small bronze mirror to see that the black ink on her face had also faded.
Fortunately, she was also disguised now, so her true appearance wasn’t exposed.
It seemed that part of the Xiao Xiang Eight Views Map’s rules had become ineffective.
She wondered what was happening outside.
Looking back at the stage, the hideous woman had actually passed her hands through the Restriction, her arms burned black and red, but she seemed oblivious.
One hand held the curved handle connected to a spiral cord from the red small box, pressing it to her ear, while the other hand moved the button on the circular disc.
On that terrifying face, the mouth was reduced to a tiny slit of flesh, still oozing black liquid; the slit twisted, as if smiling.
Then it opened and closed in a bizarre manner, seemingly speaking something.
It was like she was usually smiling sweetly, expressing her feelings with a spirit message.
But this scene in everyone’s eyes was certainly not so ambiguous and moving.
“She’s activating that weird object!” Wen Weilan cried out hoarsely, her eyes wide with fury.
But her voice seemed to be blocked by the private room’s Restriction; the other private rooms did not react to her shouts.
“We can’t let her complete it!” Yu Jinling reacted quickly, pulling out her golden bell, tossing it into the air, and injecting Spiritual Qi as usual.
However, the golden bell was unresponsive and dropped to the ground.
“There’s a Restriction here; we can’t use spiritual power,” Kuang Bowen tried to calm down.
He punched towards the railing, and with a clang, it hit something solid.
As expected, although the private room offered a view outside, it was protected by a Formation.
Chen Shanyuan suddenly thought of something, rushed to the door, and pushed hard against it.
But the two carved wooden doors of the private room remained motionless.
“It’s over, we’re trapped inside,” Lu Junan sat powerlessly by the door, trembling all over.
He was already scared; after the last weird object hunt, he didn't want to touch anything weird for a long time, yet today, just coming to a trade fair, he encountered such a thing.
Now, they were trapped in the private room, helpless.
And the Ghost Qi Detector showed countless weird objects around them, while the main auction item, a weird object, was being activated on stage.
By all appearances, they were doomed.
Wen Weilan struggled to control her inner panic, continuing to observe the stage.
She saw that the woman seemed to have completed something; the curved handle slid weakly from her hand, dropping to the ground with a thud.
Because she could no longer hold anything.
Activating this weird object probably exceeded her capabilities, turning her entire body into a puddle of flesh, like a candle that had burned out and reached the end of its life.
Finally, only her luxurious dress and a pile of sparkling jewelry remained, immersed in the murky flesh fluid.
At this moment, in the image on the black box within the Restriction, the chaotic static had mostly disappeared, and the white figure suddenly appeared in the center of the screen, closer than at any previous moment.
At this close distance, everyone finally saw clearly that it seemed to be a woman, with disheveled long hair covering most of her face, revealing only pale skin and gloomy eyes.
Her face pressed against the screen, her eyes fixedly staring outside the screen, as if making eye contact with each of them.
At the edge of the screen, a few pale fingers could still be seen desperately clawing.
It was as if in the next second, she could crawl out of the screen…
However, this scene did not occur; snow-like static once again filled the entire screen, engulfing the woman’s figure and the twisted smile beneath her long hair.
But everyone did not feel relieved.
An unprecedented, intense sense of crisis weighed heavily on their hearts.
“Don’t let any flat surfaces appear!” Kuang Bowen was the first to remember what the woman had just said, and he shouted a warning.
“But this room is full of flat surfaces…” Yu Jinling said uneasily.
In the room, the largest flat surfaces were, of course, the walls.
Without another word, Kuang Bowen walked a few steps to the wall, leaning on his cane, pulled out the giant hammer he usually used for forging from his Storage Pouch, tensed his muscles, swung it in a full circle, and smashed it fiercely against the wall.
The others suddenly realized, pulling out their swords and knives, and whenever they saw a flat surface, they would slash at it a few times, like tables, chairs, floors, and ceilings, destroying them until they could no longer be called flat surfaces.
With this, it seemed they were temporarily safe.
Chen Shanyuan leaned on his great saber, panting.
He looked at Kuang Bowen with concern, wondering if Bowen, with only one leg, could cope with this situation.
However, Kuang Bowen looked in his direction with horror.
Not just Bowen, but everyone was looking at him, their faces filled with fear.