Chapter 109 Snow

Goodness knows how much patience Wu used to stop himself from drawing his blade and hacking the man before him to pieces.

He forced himself to stop thinking about it, because it made him feel foolish.

A thought flashed through his mind: should he have the Hungry Ghost come down and explain things to Jiang Cheng, making it clear that the snow was all its own idea and had nothing to do with him?

Then, he could put on a show for Jiang Cheng, severely punishing the Hungry Ghost to save face.

But soon after, Wu gave up on the idea.

Jiang Cheng wasn't Fatty; he wasn't so easily fooled.

Wu still wore an indifferent expression, and with a thought, he ordered the Hungry Ghost to cease its supernatural powers. After all, he had been exposed, and there was no point in continuing.

It wasn't his fault. Blame Jiang Cheng for being so unromantic, actually checking the weather forecast. Wu hadn't anticipated that.

But what happened next made Wu frown.

The snow outside… was still falling.

Not only did it show no signs of stopping, but the snowfall was becoming heavier and heavier.

How could this be?

Wu continued to issue commands to the Hungry Ghost, but to his dismay, the Hungry Ghost seemed to have broken free of his control, refusing to obey his orders and instead doing the opposite.

This was a first.

Inside the bedroom, Wu's figure vanished instantly.

When Wu reappeared, he was on the roof of the building, at the center of the blizzard. A huge snow tornado rose into the sky, and at the very center of the tornado, a tall, gaunt figure loomed.

Wu continued to try to control the Hungry Ghost, but as soon as he issued the command, an anomaly occurred. The snow tornado suddenly changed direction and charged towards him.

The snow flakes, amplified by the snow tornado, were incredibly fast, like sharp blades, sweeping towards Wu.

Although it was sudden, Wu advanced instead of retreating. He didn't need to draw his blade at all. He reached out with his left hand, plunged it into the snow tornado, and then with a forceful tug, he opened his fingers, clenched them tightly, and an aura of terror exploded instantly, shattering the snow tornado.

But as the snow tornado dissipated, the Hungry Ghost was nowhere to be seen.

A gust of wind came from behind him. The Hungry Ghost swung its massive hand, striking down on Wu's head.

If it were an ordinary person, this blow would have turned them into mincemeat.

But Wu had already sensed the other's presence. His figure flickered, disappearing from the spot.

Before the Hungry Ghost could wonder why it had missed, a sudden force struck from behind. Wu used the scabbard to knock the ten-meter-tall Hungry Ghost to the ground.

Then, he stepped forward and stomped on the Hungry Ghost's head.

He could easily kill the Hungry Ghost, but there was no point. What he needed to figure out was why this was happening.

The Hungry Ghost breaking free of his control wasn't scary, not even if a few more broke free. What was truly terrifying was that thing. When Wu thought of the door Lin Wan'er had traded him, his eyes turned grave.

If that thing broke free of its control, that would be truly terrible.

But just as Wu was thinking, the Hungry Ghost suddenly became docile again. Wu tried to issue commands to the Hungry Ghost again, and this time, the Hungry Ghost displayed extreme obedience.

Wu even issued commands that would make it harm itself, and the Hungry Ghost executed them without hesitation.

Now, Wu was even more confused.

His first thought was whether Lin Wan'er, or the people she had brought, were playing tricks, but first, Wu didn't think they had the ability to do so, and second, and most importantly, he had watched them leave, and there was no trace of their presence nearby.

This was truly鬼 (guǐ, ghostly) …

In another building about a kilometer away, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, standing before an empty window.

This was an unfinished building, only a rough frame. Not only was it uninhabited, but it didn't even have basic installations like windows and doors.

"President's methods are divine; that guy is being toyed with by you, yet he doesn't even realize it." Behind the man with his hands behind his back stood a tall, thin middle-aged man, slightly bowing, with a flattering expression on his face.

The man, clearly of high status, looked towards Wu's location, his rare silver eyes particularly striking in the night.

"Uncle Gui," the man, naturally the President of the Night Watchers, said softly, "What do you think?"

A figure shrouded in a gray robe spoke, his voice revealing caution, and a hint of undisguised fear, "This guy… is very strong. The old Judge must have died at his hands. If it weren't for your ability to restrain him, I'm afraid…"

Suddenly, the candlelight-holder's eyes, hidden under the robe, paused, and then, as if he had discovered something extremely important, his pupils suddenly contracted, "This is…"

The silver-eyed man's lips curved upwards, and he exhaled softly, smiling, "Uncle Gui, you've noticed it too, haven't you?"

"It's… it's that person's aura!" The candlelight-holder seemed like a completely different person, his breathing becoming rapid, his tone exaggerated, "Xia Tan, Xia Tan's door… is actually on him!"

"Mm." The silver-eyed man nodded, the playful look on his face receding considerably. The name Xia Tan had loomed over the Night Watchers for twenty years, a dark cloud that suffocated them.

And now, this door was actually on this guy.

"President, candlelight-holder, there's no need to be like this." The middle-aged man straightened his back slightly, revealing a confident feeling, "We all saw the situation just now. Although this guy is strong, he's no match for the President's divine methods. Moreover, we all know how strong Xia Tan's door is. Can this guy… control it?"

"Qian Mowen, this time the President is preparing to nominate you as the acting minister of the Execution Department. This is a great trust in you, and I think… you certainly won't let the President down." The candlelight-holder turned to look at him, his tone filled with strangeness.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face lit up, and he clasped his hands, "Naturally, thank you for the President's cultivation. My Qian family will follow the President's lead from now on, and I will spare no effort in my service."

Unexpectedly, this time, the silver-eyed man turned around and stared at the middle-aged man's face. After a moment, he sighed.

Qian Mowen was confused, "President, you…"

"Mr. Qian, it's true that I have high hopes for you, but whether you can successfully take over the position of minister of the Execution Department is not entirely up to me. We still have to listen to another person's opinion," the silver-eyed man said playfully.

Qian Mowen couldn't help but blink, puzzled, "If you can't make the decision, then… whose opinion do we need?"

"We still have to ask him," the silver-eyed man said, pointing behind Qian Mowen.

A black figure slowly walked towards them, a long knife in his hand reflecting a cold light.