Chapter 83

In the first task world of Fan Pian, it could only be considered a strange magic task world, while the second task world was the Jurassic period. Therefore, he had not truly encountered or seen the existence of "ghosts" before. Even though he believed that there were indeed ghosts in the real world, believing and seeing them with his own eyes were different concepts. At that moment, the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand fell to the ground, and he swallowed hard.

"What, scared?" Zhao Zhu asked while drinking a cola.

"Without any buffer, seeing so many at once, it's a bit daunting." Fan Pian admitted frankly, after all, it wasn't shameful for a living person to be afraid of ghosts.

"Relax, as long as you don't offend them, there's no danger. There are probably over two hundred ghosts here, but they haven't formed any evil aura. There's no malevolent energy emanating from them. Unless you're particularly unlucky, a normal person passing through here should be fine. By the way, has your employee been particularly unlucky recently?"

"Let me think. He recently broke up, lost money in the stock market, had his motorcycle stolen, and almost burned down the kitchen... It seems he has indeed been quite unlucky," Fan Pian said.

"That's right. Coming to this place when his luck is at its worst, he was passively possessed. After returning, he fell ill and became delirious. When you give him some talisman water to drink, he should be fine."

"So, what exactly is going on? What are these... these ghosts doing here? Are they watching a soccer match?" Fan Pian asked, somewhat disbelieving.

"There are a few empty seats in that corner. Let's go sit there and wait for the match to start," Zhao Zhu pointed in a direction and said.

"Are we really going to watch a soccer match here?" Fan Pian said, somewhat speechless.

"We have to wait for the match to start to see clearly. Since we've already bought the tickets, we might as well watch it. I used to watch Premier League matches in the UK occasionally, even though I'm not a die-hard fan," Zhao Zhu said as he walked over, being careful not to touch the ghosts as he passed by their seats.

Fan Pian had no choice but to follow. As he passed through the seats occupied by the ghosts, he was extremely cautious. There were all kinds of ghosts, men, women, old, and young. When Fan Pian walked past them, their expressions didn't change; they just sat there staring straight ahead. However, when he passed a young ghost, he suddenly noticed a strange smile on the young ghost's lips.

This smile made Fan Pian feel as if his legs were no longer his own, and he stopped in front of the young ghost.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhu, who was already seated, put his cola and snacks aside, stood up, and quickly made hand seals. In just a few breaths, he completed the hand seals, clasped his hands together, and pressed them forward, sending a faint golden light to the young ghost's forehead. The young ghost's strange smile disappeared, and he became numb again. Fan Pian suddenly found that he could move his legs again and quickly crossed through the ghost crowd to sit next to Zhao Zhu, patting his chest.

"What just happened?"

"Nothing, the young ghost was just being mischievous and trying to play a trick on you."

"Oh, actually, I'm a bit regretful about using the bull's tears. The visual impact is a bit too much for me to handle," Fan Pian said, looking somewhat troubled.

"Stay calm. Look, the match is about to start, the players are entering the field," Zhao Zhu pointed to the field below and said.

"Right... sigh." Fan Pian could only focus on the field.

The Hangzhou Greentown and Guangzhou Evergrande players entered the field, each holding a young ball boy. Then, the DJ at the Huanglong Stadium announced:

"Everyone, please stand for the national anthem!"

All the fans in the stadium stood up, and the players turned to face the flagpole. At this moment, Fan Pian was surprised to see that all the ghosts around him also stood up, in perfect unison, without any human烟火气 (human烟火气 translates to "human烟火气" which is a cultural term that doesn't have a direct English equivalent, but it can be interpreted as "human烟火气" or "human烟火气" in this context).

"Is this... even as ghosts, they are still so patriotic?" Fan Pian suddenly found it absurd. No matter how high their ideological awareness, it shouldn't reach this level.

"Over there, in the direction in front of us, when you announce 'please be seated' after the national anthem, watch which ghost is the first to sit down. I didn't see clearly just now, but one ghost must have led the others, and the other ghosts followed. That ghost is the leader, or the one who gathered all these ghosts to watch the match in the stadium. The valuable item you mentioned might be on that ghost," Zhao Zhu said while the national anthem was still playing.

Fan Pian quickly processed this information in his mind. As the national anthem came to an end, the DJ announced:

"Please be seated, the match is about to begin!"

Most of the fans in the stadium sat back down, but to Zhao Zhu and Fan Pian's surprise, the ghosts remained standing after the national anthem, making it impossible to distinguish the leader.

On the field, after the coin toss and the kickoff, the match began. The fans in the stands started jumping and chanting slogans for their home team, and gradually, the ghosts around Zhao Zhu also began to jump.

Imagine hundreds of ghosts, with pale faces and bright cheeks, jumping up and down on the seats without any expression. The scene was absolutely eerie and chilling, even Zhao Zhu felt a bit solemn.

"What do we do? They're not sitting down," Fan Pian asked.

"Keep looking, find the one who jumps first and lands last. There must be one leading the rhythm, and the other ghosts are following his movements."

Zhao Zhu and Fan Pian continued to observe and compare the ghosts. After a while, Zhao Zhu finally found the one.

"There, see? The second one from the left in the third row. His rhythm is clearly half a beat faster than the others. It's him, wait here."

Zhao Zhu had holy water and talisman paper in his pocket. Since the ghosts nearby were not particularly malevolent, there was no need to worry too much. He walked straight to the position. The ghost who was half a beat faster looked like a young man, probably a college student in his lifetime. He was jumping to the rhythm of the drums, as if cheering for his team, even though he had no expression.

"Such a fanatical fan," Zhao Zhu thought. "Not only does he come to the stadium after death to cheer for his team, but he also brings a bunch of ghosts. Is he trying to create a 'devil's home ground'?"

Of course, for Zhao Zhu, the most important thing was not the ghost itself, but what made this ghost capable of gathering so many ghosts and controlling them.

He made hand seals and stepped in a specific pattern, then completed the hand seals, sending a golden light to the young ghost who was still jumping. The young ghost's body seemed to be frozen, and all the other ghosts around him also stopped moving.

Zhao Zhu took out a talisman paper from his pocket and stuck it on the young ghost. The young ghost's body turned into a wisp of smoke and slowly dissipated. This talisman was a "talisman of rebirth," suitable for ghosts with no deep grudges. The young ghost was no different from an ordinary wandering soul, so after being restrained by Zhao Zhu's hand seals, he was directly sent to rebirth.

The other ghosts around them also flew away on their own. A wind blew across the stands, making it hard for Fan Pian to open his eyes on the other side. In a short while, there were no ghosts left in the nearby stands.

Zhao Zhu carefully examined the spot where the young ghost had been. Everything seemed normal, so he reached under the seat and felt around. When he pulled his hand back, he held a small silver square with a chain, like a charm worn by children.

At that moment, Fan Pian also walked over and, seeing the square, exclaimed:

"Mithril!"

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