Chapter 15: Treasuring This Thing? (Revised)

“I knew you’d react like this!”

“Let me introduce it to you! This is called the Nanshan Ghost King Battle Armor! Once you wear it, ordinary ghosts and evil spirits can’t touch you! Not a single one dares come within a hundred-mile radius!”

At this point, Yang Xuan could no longer bear it. He opened the car door and got out.

What is this thing? Treating it like a treasure?

“Hey, kid, you really think you’re something special, huh?”

“It’s not your fault. I know you’re just jealous when you see this treasure of mine!”

“At worst, I can lend it to you for a couple of days, no big deal.”

As Zhen Yaofu kept chattering, Yang Xuan gained a new understanding of the system’s auction. It seemed this system spanned the entire world, not only selling items but also connecting with others in the hidden circles of the world.

Perhaps, besides his original world, there might be other worlds as well.

But for now, that was just speculation; there was no point dwelling on it.

Yang Xuan slept soundly until nine in the evening before waking up.

When he turned his head, he came face to face with Zhen Yaofu’s face.

At this moment, Zhen Yaofu had taken off his glasses, revealing a frightening hollow where his left eye should be.

Seeing this, Zhen Yaofu’s expression turned cold as he pointed to his eye socket.

“Pretty cool, huh?”

“...”

Yang Xuan was truly speechless. If it weren’t for the fact that they were in a peaceful, civilized new era, he might have bluntly told Zhen Yaofu what he really thought.

After tidying up their things, Yang Xuan went upstairs, only to find the entire building without power.

“You want to put on a ghost show? Go get the electricity reconnected first!”

“No power, no show,” Zhen Yaofu scratched his head, explaining.

“It’s a hassle to reconnect. No one has lived in this building for a year, and the community management has already cut the power.”

“To restore electricity, you need the proper permissions.”

Hearing this, Yang Xuan was not inclined to indulge further. He tossed the gear into the car, clapped his hands, and got in.

“Since that’s the case, let’s just go.”

“Wait!” Zhen Yaofu was genuinely panicked now. He’d already paid the money, and it seemed like he’d get nothing in return. That was absurd.

In desperation, he came up with a foolproof plan.

“Fine, you don’t have to perform tonight. Just wait one day. I promise there’ll be power by tomorrow night!”

Zhen Yaofu thought his suggestion would satisfy Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan just stared at him silently, making him nervous.

“What do you want, then?”

Yang Xuan glanced at the troupe members and snapped his fingers.

“Get them all checked into a nearby hotel.”

“Or else, they’ll have to spend the night in the car?”

Half an hour later, the entire troupe was settled into a nearby hotel, except Yang Xuan, who stayed in the car.

Over the years, Yang Xuan had become accustomed to sleeping in the car and felt no discomfort.

Seeing that Yang Xuan wasn’t leaving, Zhen Yaofu also got in and lay down.

“I have to ask, aren’t you worried about losing that treasure of yours while lying here?”

Zhen Yaofu chuckled recklessly.

“With my status, plus that item, tell me, who would dare make a move right under my nose?”

Yang Xuan thought about it and admitted that Zhen Yaofu was an official figure, so ordinary people wouldn’t dare act under his watch. But the real reason Yang Xuan stayed was to ask how Zhen Yaofu had obtained the Ghost King Battle Armor.

“As far as I know, this Ghost King Battle Armor isn’t currently up for auction anywhere. They say it’s a treasure, but it might just be scrap!”

Hearing this, Zhen Yaofu’s eyes blazed with anger, glaring at Yang Xuan as if he didn’t understand its value.

“You just don’t get it! Our team somehow got hold of a crystal screen. The crystal pool derived from it can connect to an unknown auction house. That’s where I bought this armor.”

Yang Xuan ignored his boastful attitude but understood enough and remained silent.

“Aren’t you curious?”

Yang Xuan feigned sleep and didn’t respond. At times like this, if he expressed interest too openly, Zhen Yaofu would surely fabricate stories. It was better to play along so Zhen Yaofu would reveal everything naturally.

“When the crystal screen first arrived at our team, we tried everything to break it. It’s so durable it won’t melt even under two thousand degrees of fire. We even took out the most primitive saw and ground it slowly, but not a single speck of dust fell off.”

Zhen Yaofu tilted his head toward Yang Xuan, who seemed asleep. Though annoyed, he knew he needed Yang Xuan’s help. He endured and eventually pulled an object from under the seat, stopping mid-sentence to examine it.

“And then?”

Yang Xuan couldn’t help but smirk, feeling the victory was in hand.

Hearing Yang Xuan’s voice, Zhen Yaofu wasn’t polite; he handed the object over.

Yang Xuan saw it resembled an auction receiver. Its interface looked like a second marketplace, but the product slots were limited to six, all currently empty.

“Looks no different to me.”

Yang Xuan’s dismissive expression was too much for Zhen Yaofu, who sat up straight and roared, “No different? You clearly have never seen anything good in your life!”

“Who knows, maybe that Ghost King Battle Armor of yours was sold by me.”

Zhen Yaofu stared at Yang Xuan for two seconds, then laughed heartily. What kind of power did a Ghost King have? Even if he could fight one alone, Yang Xuan didn’t look like someone who could defeat a Ghost King...

“You probably don’t realize how powerful this auction house is!”

“Do tell.”

“What I mean by powerful is that no one knows where this system comes from. No one has ever seen the boss behind the auction hall, but all the big shots in the circle show great respect for it!”

Yang Xuan couldn’t help but feel exasperated.

That was obvious—the auction was the only platform for insiders to get rare and exotic treasures.

Everyone was scrambling to join; who would dare look down on it?

“Do you use merit points to buy things?”

Zhen Yaofu turned his head, giving Yang Xuan a look as if he’d just seen a fool.

“Of course. Everyone in the circle uses merit points! But the ghost world uses soul points.”

“However, there’s not much difference between the two, just different names.”

“Soul points? What’s that?”

Yang Xuan looked puzzled.

At that question, Zhen Yaofu hesitated for a moment but decided not to explain.

“You don’t need to worry about that now. You’ll know when the time comes!”

During their conversation, Yang Xuan noticed a black shadow slowly moving from behind the car.