Chapter 149: Mysterious White Fog
Chapter 149: Mysterious White Fog
Hollow, numb, lifeless...
They not only didn’t resemble humans, but even the blue motorcycle ghost lady that Alexander had previously encountered, who seemed to have her consciousness erased, had eyes that were far more vibrant than the being before him now.
"Don’t make eye contact with it!"
Beside him, Richard’s panicked and frightened voice rang out, but it was already too late.
In an instant, Alexander felt a chill pierce from his tailbone right to the middle of his eyebrows.
It felt as though he was standing with his back to a refrigerator door, with a sudden cold breeze washing over him, causing all the hairs on his body to stand up instantly.
Then, something even more terrifying happened.
Upon seeing Alexander, the Hell’s Warrior gently pulled on the reins, and the white horse took a small step forward.
This step, as if breaking through the constraints of space and time, covered a distance of nearly a kilometer in a flash, appearing directly in front of Alexander and Richard.
Tinkle, tinkle...
From the neck of the white horse, a small silver bell rang out with a crisp sound in the quiet night.
A faint white mist that enveloped the rider spread rapidly, withering and darkening all the yellowed vegetation in its path, as if it had been touched by a deadly poison.
Behind him, the group of Hell’s Warriors and evil spirits, although not as dramatic, covered a distance of ten or so meters in one step, quickly approaching.
The spread of this mist was too rapid. The moment Alexander felt a chill coming, a white fog was already creeping up around his feet.
"We’re doomed, if we get touched by this white mist we’re dead!" Richard’s face was full of despair, as he watched the white fog slowly creeping towards him, having completely lost the will to resist.
"Is this white fog poisonous?" A confused voice rang out.
"It’s not poisonous, but it is said that within this white fog, there lies a forbidden power. Once touched, all ghost techniques or entities will lose their effectiveness, even the ghost beads of the ghost masters can’t exert their power within the range of the white fog.
What’s more terrifying is that, whether it’s an ghost or a chosen one, within a few short minutes they will be invaded by the white fog, completely lose consciousness and become these bound puppets, even Ghost Emperors are no exception, let alone us! If we’re touched by this ghost fog, we... huh?"
As Richard was lamenting that his death was certain this time, he suddenly stopped, looking at Alexander in front of him in shock.
Alexander was already completely engulfed in the white fog, but he didn’t feel any discomfort.
On the contrary, this white fog made Alexander feel as if he was soaking in a hot spring, soft and warm, as if it had substance.
"Boss... what... what’s going on with you?"
Richard was genuinely shocked, even if Alexander had previously mentioned the name of Mr. K, shown the invitation card of the city lord’s mansion, or even lied to Full Moon, it was nothing compared to the shock he felt at this moment.
This was the white fog that even Ghost Emperors feared! Alexander was just standing there, even appearing to enjoy it as if he were soaking in a hot spring.
Richard extended his hand, his phantom image lightly touched the white fog that had halted in front of him.
Immediately, it was as if he had touched magma, he screamed out in surprise and retracted his hand. His entire arm dangled in front of him as if he had lost all feeling in it, with a cluster of white fog, like a poisonous snake, coiled around his entire arm.
What was terrifying was that a faint white fog also appeared on the handle of the golden motorcycle, as if it was eroding the entire vehicle.
"Boss, I lost sensation just by touching it, and it even infected the ghost body of the bike. Now all the bike’s abilities are disabled, and the ghost energy seems to be sealed. You’re completely engulfed in it, are you sure you’ll be fine?"
"I don’t know! I feel fine. My ghost skills and the ghost bead are not affected at all! It’s warm and quite comfortable!"
Alexander spoke in a puzzled tone, while stretching out his hand.
In his palm, a ghost bead slowly emerged.
In his other hand, a long whip emerged from his arm.
Even more astonishing was that the white fog seemed to possess consciousness, aware of its eroding effect on ghost objects, and voluntarily kept a distance from the ghost bead and long whip, as if recognizing them as allies.
Could it be that this white fog has no effect on the chosen ones?
Impossible!
Alexander did not believe that those Ghost Emperors hadn’t used chosen ones as test subjects. Since Richard already mentioned that this white fog could erase consciousness and inhibit any ghost objects or even ghost energy, it couldn’t possibly be wrong.
But why was the white fog not only ineffective on him, but also acted as if it was familiar with him, even actively avoiding his ghost skills and the ghost bead?
Alexander casually took out a kitchen knife and threw it out.
The moment the knife left his hand, the white fog immediately engulfed it.
In just a few seconds, the entire knife, as if chocolate dipped in boiling water, melted instantly.
The resulting black smoke split into two; a portion of pure ghost energy rushed toward the tied-up evil spirits, while the rest of the black smoke was absorbed by those peculiar paper lanterns, turning into thick lamp oil.
With the faint green light, Alexander finally had a close look. Wisps of white smoke rose from the lamp wick, forming various ghost faces in the mid-air, randomly merging into the surrounding white fog.
"Boss! Help!"
Just then, a scream came from behind him.
Turning around, Richard had already been engulfed by the white fog, returning to his original body within the bike, sticking out his head from the dashboard, yelling in horror.
However, his voice was growing weaker, his eyes rapidly becoming dull. It was as if he was turning into one of those tied-up, zombie-like evil spirits.
"Stop! He’s my friend!" Alexander didn’t know what he was thinking, but instinctively shouted this.
Of course, this was just a reflexive act, and he didn’t expect it to work. He rushed over, hoping to find out if things he touched could avoid the white fog’s assault, perhaps this way he could save Richard’s life.
However, as soon as Alexander lifted his leg, he stopped, astonished.
Because, with his shout, something amazing happened.
The white fog surrounding the golden bike rapidly began to recede, forming a clear circle just large enough to contain the bike.
Richard’s complexion quickly returned to normal, his expression regained vitality. Not only the recent white fog, but even the white fog that had eroded him earlier had retreated.
"This white fog... it actually listens to your command, boss?"
Richard stared wide-eyed, incredulously.
Alexander himself couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t understand what on him could scare off the white fog that even the Ghost Emperors avoided.
He did have the red wine that allowed him to control forbidden power, but the problem was, this thing could only be used by Ghost Kings level!
Creaking...
At that moment, the sound of armor moving could be heard.
Alexander and Richard were startled and then remembered that the truly terrifying things were not the white fog but the owners within the fog, those Hell’s Warriors!
They hurriedly looked up.
At some point, all the Hell’s Warriors had stood in front of Alexander, their numb, emotionless eyes staring straight at him.
"Um... if I say, I don’t know why this fog is so obedient, would you believe me?"
Alexander felt incredibly awkward and a bit scared, after all, the fog and these Hell’s Warriors were now behaving as obediently as his pets.
However, the Hell’s Warriors didn’t care about what Alexander said. Instead, they all raised their hands at him.
Just as Alexander thought they were going to attack, he was stunned to discover that whether it was the dwarf or the Hell’s Warriors on horseback, they all bowed their heads at the same time.
Saluting! These Hell’s Warriors were actually saluting him!
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