Withering!
Final Curtain!
All Things Decay!
A sickly white flower emerged from the crack in the old man's brow, instantly radiating an air of desolation and decline, as though everything was about to meet its end.
Even the colors around them turned black and white.
No.
It wasn't just that they turned black and white.
Everything in view seemed to have gone from crisp 8K footage to a low-resolution 360p video, filled with blurry noise and grain.
That feeling...
It was like being back in the early nineties, watching a black-and-white television.
"Young man."
"Your talent and strength astonish even me. Calling them incredible would be no exaggeration."
"Had you been born in my era..."
"Perhaps we could have been friends."
The old man's voice grew calm again. The moment the flowers appeared, it seemed to regain a certain confidence.
"Your era?"
"Aren't you a vicious ghost?"
Feeling the space around him flicker, Jiang Qiao picked up on something in the old man's words.
"Heh."
"Perhaps. I don't know whether I count as a human or a ghost myself."
"You can think of me as a ghost."
The old man chuckled as it spoke.
"You old bastard, all you did was absorb your host's memories. Why pretend you're some prodigy from ancient times?" Jiang Qiao smiled disdainfully. "Your era?"
"What era did you ever have?"
"If I'm not mistaken, that poor bastard went to the Asteroid Belt outside the Solar System."
"And then you parasitized him."
"Mountain Ghosts."
"Am I right?"
Jiang Qiao's voice dripped with scorn, but his gaze remained fixed on the old ghost's face.
That information...
Was actually a guess based on what he had learned before.
"Hmm?"
"You know?"
Sure enough.
Hearing Jiang Qiao's words, the old man looked surprised. "Did that Huang Tian tell you?"