Chapter 00192: White Opera Costume
# White Opera Costume
Chapter 192
Novel: AFK Game: Portal to Another World
Chapter 192 White Opera Costume
I had heard there were many ways to exorcise ghosts, such as shamanistic dances, drawing talismans, or holding Dharma assemblies.
But today was the first time I had seen such a hardcore physical exorcism, knocking a ghost to the ground with a single heavy slap.
Li Yingluo and Zheng Yinping's eyes immediately widened.
Setting aside whether this was the right thing to do, Yang Yiyi was truly not afraid of getting tainted by something unclean.
I have to say, that ghost was quite resilient.
After taking a slap from Yang Yiyi, it could still shakily get back up.
"Wuwuwu..."
—Smack!
"Wuwuwawa..."
—Smack!
"Wuwu'en'en..."
—Smack!
This ghost was truly indomitable, growing more courageous with each setback.
Since Yang Yiyi wasn't fully awake, she decided to grant its wish.
It's just that by the end, it seemed like the ghost was on the verge of tears.
"Enough!"
Just as Li Yingluo and Zheng Yinping were marveling at Yang Yiyi's hardcore method of exorcism, the ghost unexpectedly spoke in a man's voice.
"I'm a ghost! Can't you show me a little respect!"
But again, Yang Yiyi wasn't fully awake.
She looked at the fuming ghost with sleepy eyes, raised her hand, and delivered another heavy slap.
This slap was even harder than the previous ones, sending him flying right into the wall.
Then Yang Yiyi turned to Li Yingluo and Zheng Yinping and said in a slightly puzzled tone:
"Is there some trash in this inn that hasn't been dealt with? Why do I hear flies buzzing in the middle of the night?"
"..."
Get a grip!
What fly is that big!
So you've been treating that thing like a fly this whole time!
The two of them felt an urge to speak, like a fishbone was stuck in their throats, but before they could make a comment, Li Yingluo quickly pointed behind Yang Yiyi and said:
"That's not a ghost, it's a person!"
The white object the three had seen was actually a bedsheet; it was just hard to see clearly in the pitch-dark of night.
Underneath it was a man, now lying prone on the floor and crying.
Beside his feet was a wheeled contraption resembling a skateboard, which was how he had seemed to float over earlier.
"How could you hit me? I just wanted to give you a scare, and look what you've done to me..."
He actually sounded aggrieved.
Zheng Yinping took a fire starter from her robes and blew it alight.
As she shone the flame on him, she found the man looked somewhat familiar, as if she had seen him in the main hall earlier.
Yang Yiyi stared at him, stunned for two seconds before she spoke:
"Who are you, and why are you crying in our room?"
Yup, she still wasn't awake.
Just then, a loud shout came from a nearby guest room:
"I am Gu Tao of the Thunderclap Sword! How dare a petty thief play tricks and pretend to be a ghost here!"
This acted as a signal.
The sounds of fighting and the angry shouts of awakened guests erupted from various rooms.
Before long, several people were beaten out of their rooms, and the scene became extraordinarily lively for a moment.
What a mess.
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Such a commotion woke the innkeeper and the waiter, who hurried out to light the lamps.
Before long, most of the inn's guests had gathered in the main hall.
A few guys, beaten black and blue, were in the center of the crowd, grimacing in pain and crying.
It looked like they had been beaten quite severely.
"Esteemed guests, what is all this commotion in the middle of the night?"
The innkeeper was dumbfounded by the sight.
He had seen Jianghu people fight in the middle of the night, but this was the first time he'd ever seen them beaten to tears.
That was truly a rare sight.
"Ask them!"
"These guys were pretending to be ghosts while we were trying to sleep!"
"Yeah, they ruined my wonderful dream! I was dreaming of my wedding night with Xiao Cui!"
That last comment seemed a bit odd...
A crowd of people cursed away while seven or eight guys, beaten black and blue, sat in the middle, sighing and crying.
It was quite a lively scene.
"Quiet, everyone, quiet down!"
The innkeeper cupped his fists and said:
"Esteemed heroes, let's take this one at a time. Don't rush, please don't rush."
Since they were guests at his inn, they gave the innkeeper some face.
As soon as he spoke, everyone quieted down.
The innkeeper, seeing that these martial artists hadn't drawn their weapons and had only beaten the men black and blue, breathed a sigh of relief.
It would have been a real problem if blood had been shed.
"Why were you trying to scare people in the middle of the night?"
"W-we want to go to the Thunder Mountain Treasury."
What did that have to do with anything?
The man who Yang Yiyi had knocked down said tearfully:
"Us brothers heard that too many people are heading to the Thunder Mountain Treasury, and we were afraid we wouldn't be able to get any of the divine techniques, so..."
Oh, so that was what this was about.
Once the Thunder Mountain Treasury opened, all the young heroes of the Jianghu would flock to the Sky-Severing Palace.
It was a clear case of too many monks for too little porridge.
These men had also been planning to go to the Thunder Mountain Treasury, but upon seeing so many competitors right there in the inn, they began to have second thoughts.
"There are only so many divine techniques. Us brothers aren't very skilled, so we definitely wouldn't be able to compete."
"Since force won't work, we decided to use our heads."
"We saw the talismans on the doors and suddenly had the idea to dress up as ghosts to scare everyone off. That way, we wouldn't have to worry about anyone competing with us."
"Who knew you all would be so ruthless? Look how badly you beat us brothers... wuwuwu..."
With that kind of thinking, they probably wouldn't be able to master a divine technique even if it were placed right in front of them.
"Cry again! If you keep crying, you'll get another beating!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, and the men on the floor immediately stopped crying.
"Sigh, I was wondering what this was all about," the innkeeper said, stepping in to smooth things over.
"Great heroes, these men know they were wrong, so let's be the bigger person. We all have to travel tomorrow; there's no need to waste our energy on these cowards."
The innkeeper was playing the mediator.
After all, it was all too common for Jianghu folk to draw their blades over a disagreement, and he was genuinely afraid someone would die in his establishment.
The crowd, which had been righteously indignant, felt it would be improper to pursue the matter after hearing the innkeeper's words.
After all, that would just make them seem petty.
In any case, no real harm was done.
They all muttered a few more curses and began to turn back to their rooms.
Yang Yiyi, Li Yingluo, and Zheng Yinping were also in the crowd, though they hadn't said anything.
Seeing it was just a farce, they relaxed and prepared to go back to bed.
After all, Yang Yiyi looked like she could fall asleep on her feet.
They still had to travel the next day and really didn't have time to be messing around with people in the middle of the night.
The matter should have been concluded.
The innkeeper was telling the waiter to find some medicinal powder for the men, and by morning, it would be as if nothing had happened.
But just as everyone was turning to head back to their rooms, the main gate of the inn suddenly flew open with a whoosh, the doors slamming against the walls with a clatter.
A fierce gust of wind carrying dust and dirt blew in from the doorway, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.
To make matters worse, the gale instantly blew out the lamps that had just been lit, plunging the inn into darkness.
While everyone stood there, alarmed and uncertain, they could hear the innkeeper say to the waiter:
"Huzi! You lazy oaf! Didn't I tell you to check if the main gate was properly closed before going to bed!"
"Innkeeper, it's not my fault! I checked the doors and windows carefully three times. They were all closed properly."
The wooden door had a bolt on the inside; if it was properly closed, the wind couldn't have blown it open.
"Enough nonsense, go close the door! If our guests catch a chill, I'll hold you responsible!"
The waiter called Huzi was about to close the door when he suddenly cried out and collapsed.
"A ghost! There's a ghost outside!"
The crowd looked up in astonishment to see a humanoid figure dressed entirely in white, resembling an underworld emissary, standing in the doorway under the midnight moon.
They all felt a chill run down their spines.
When Yang Yiyi and her companions saw the figure's clothes, they had a strange thought.
Why did it look a bit like an opera costume.....
(End of Chapter)