Ch. 87 - Peashooter Cannon! I Told You to Blast the Ghost, Not the House?!
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Jiang Zai’s grip tightened on his fishing rod. In reality, he had been an expert fisherman, revered in his village as the “God Hand Angler.” That talent had carried into the paranormal game, where he gained the ability to fish for paranormals.
Creaaak.
He pushed the door open, and the group stepped inside.
The house looked terribly dilapidated, as though it had been abandoned for years. Tables and chairs were covered in dust.
“Something feels off… This place looks ancient,” Jiang Zai muttered. “But the Black Mount incident only started a month or two ago. Even if the staff disappeared, it shouldn’t have turned into this.”
He didn’t linger on the thought, instead shifting his attention to the kitchen door. From behind it, he could sense a terrible, leaking aura.
In Su Lingling’s hands, the detector pulsed brighter and brighter with bloody crimson light.
Everyone’s eyes fixed on that door. Something was inside…Then their faces stiffened—the door had swung open on its own.
Creaaak…A cold draft swept the room.
Lin Baoyu reacted fastest. He yanked a gun from his pocket.
Bang! Bang!!
Bullets screamed toward the door.
Whoosh!
An eerie chill radiated from the rounds—his gun was a paranormal weapon, each bullet forged from a ghost’s remains. For an average ghost, one shot would’ve been enough.
But this time, as the bullets struck, something invisible repelled them.
Wummm!
The house shuddered. Suddenly—a pale hand shot up from behind Lin Baoyu, reaching for him from below.
His reflexes kicked in. With his other hand, he drew a second gun, shoved the barrel straight into the thing’s mouth, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
He always carried two guns: one for offense, one for defense.
The impact sent the entity staggering back a couple of steps, glaring at Jiang Zai with venom. Blood spilled from its skull and mouth where the bullets had torn through. But this one was resilient. Even two point-blank shots barely slowed it down.
Jiang Zai’s hook lashed out but was dodged.
The figure revealed itself—an eerie little girl with blood streaming down her face.
Su Lingling flicked a capsule from her pocket, tossing it behind the ghost.
Whoosh!
It cracked open on the floor, forming a swirling black void. An unknown space. If a ghost fell in, the closing rift would trap it permanently.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Lin Baoyu and Su Lingling worked seamlessly, his bullets hammering at the ghost, trying to drive it into the void. But this girl was far tougher than the average. Her paranormal aura alone held the bullets at bay.
“Family,” Su Lingling called, eyes flicking to Bai Wan. She remembered his hammer—one hit might be enough to force the ghost into the void.
Bai Wan nodded in understanding.
Then, to the team’s utter bewilderment, a sunflower sprouted before their eyes. The sunflower smiled warmly.
Rustle, rustle!
A massive green cannon appeared, its muzzle was shaped like a giant pea. The pea’s mouth opened.
And then—
BOOOOOOM!!!
The whole house rattled. Su Lingling’s ears rang.
A gargantuan pea rocketed out, smashing into the ghost—and blasted straight through the wall, tearing half the building apart as it flew into the distance.
Craaaash!!
Dust filled the air. The giant pea carried the ghost girl with it, hurling her who-knows-where.
Su Lingling’s jaw dropped. Through the shattered wall and ruined roof, she stared blankly at the blue sky above. Sunlight poured in, making everyone squint.
What the hell was that?!
Jiang Zai and Lin Baoyu stood frozen, staring dumbly at Bai Wan.
Bai Wan scratched his head, looking sheepish. “Uh… first time using it. Didn’t realize it’d be that strong. Sorry… went a little overboard. I was supposed to push it into the black hole, right? Uh… no problem though, yeah?”
Su Lingling just stared at the gaping hole in the house, speechless. She had only wanted him to lend a hand. She hadn’t expected… this.
A shot like that—how many ghosts could even survive it?
“…We underestimated you,” she finally muttered. “No wonder the Doctor picked you as captain.”
The others nodded slowly. Bai Wan wasn’t weaker than them at all. One hammer, one cannon—both terrifyingly destructive.
“But that ghost girl wasn’t the source,” Su Lingling went on.
“I know it,” Jiang Zai added grimly. “I’ve seen it before. It was someone’s A-rank paranormal weapon. Looks like the captain who owned it is dead, and the weapon revived on its own.”
“Let’s move. The Mountain God isn’t here.” Lin Baoyu holstered his guns. He had been hoping for a quick fight and then back to his mobile game. No such luck.
…
The group pressed on along the trail. A heavy fog rolled in, obscuring the road ahead.
“I’ve got a theory…”
Su Lingling spoke while walking. “In reality, the road signs only go up to marker forty. But inside here, there are signs past forty. And that shabby old hut—it doesn’t belong to the present. What if this whole domain… is the future?”
The future?
Everyone faltered.
Then, after thinking about it… it wasn’t impossible.
Lin Baoyu’s frown deepened. “If that’s true, this entity is something else entirely.”
If it really comes from the future, then doesn’t that mean it has the ability to invade the past? Paranormals tied to time and space were the most troublesome kind.
“And if this so-called Mountain God really is from the future,” Jiang Zai muttered, “then what’s its purpose? What’s its weakness?”
Before anyone could answer, Su Lingling’s detector suddenly shifted—from red to pitch black.
Their faces blanched. Black meant… S-rank ghost.
They had expected the Mountain God to be formidable, but seeing the S-rank glow sent a chill through every heart.
Whooosh…A cold gale blew, sweeping the fog aside.
What they saw froze them in place—even Bai Wan held his breath.
Corpses. Dense piles of them, stretching into the mist. Ghosts prowled between the bodies.
Luo Lan’s face went pale. She saw… herself. Her own body, aged and lifeless, shuffling like a corpse among the rest.
“No… impossible…”
Even Jiang Zai, usually calm, broke into a cold sweat. He had spotted himself too. And not only that—there were countless familiar faces among the dead.
An entire field of fallen Para-Hunters, uniforms torn, bodies rotting. Even S-rank captains were there.
A horrifying thought struck him.
If this ghost really shows the future… then does this mean headquarters gets wiped out? That the Mountain God had destroyed us all? Is that how I die too?