Full-Time Mage: Starting with Gengar, selected for the National Tournament

Chapter 132 Coincidence

The vast sea has returned to calm.

Although the sudden appearance and disappearance of the totem beast startled everyone.

But in any case.

It was a close call, but no real danger.

And nothing happened.

The totem beast did not surface, clearly indicating that it had no intention of communicating with them.

Ultimately, it can only be attributed to a chance encounter.

But Chu Ming knew that this was not a coincidence.

He clearly sensed that the totem beast revealing its presence was definitely a test of something.

However, the ancient entity surrounding Mo Fan did not respond.

But after the other party exposed themselves.

Chu Ming clearly sensed that the creature shared some similarities with the Xuan Snake.

It was a bloodline connection passed down through generations.

If he's right.

It should be Baxia, the brother of the totem snake.

However, compared to the power of the Black Serpent.

Baxia's aura was even more profound.

Compared to snake-like demons, which need to constantly shed their skin and transform, these creatures are different.

This is a turtle-like demon.

It seems that the longer one lives, the stronger one's life and power become.

"Tsk tsk, an even more ancient totem beast, which was absolutely an emperor-level existence in its heyday... but now it has fallen into a deep slumber."

Chu Ming muttered to himself.

He was more interested in the totem bound to Mo Fan than the monarch-level giant tortoise.

This world seems to be hiding many secrets.

A battle capable of slumbering even an emperor-level totem.

That was absolutely an epic battle...

a few days later.

The cruise ship finally entered the waters off Japan.

Step onto the dock.

Zhao Manyan and Mo Fan were so eager to have fun that they immediately put their arms around each other's shoulders and decided to go out for a bit.

"Do either of you speak Japanese?"

Upon hearing Ai Jiangtu's question, the two stopped in their tracks.

"Yeah, I don't speak Japanese, how the hell am I supposed to communicate with them? Old Zhao, do you speak Japanese?" Mo Fan asked Zhao Manyan.

"Uh, I don't know how."

"No, you don't speak Japanese. If we go together, it'll be like talking to a brick wall—what's the point?"

Mo Fan rolled his eyes at him.

I thought Zhao Manyan was shouting so enthusiastically that I assumed he had been to Japan and knew Japanese.

"Anyway, let's find a place to stay first. We can't stay here too long, since we don't have any identification and it would be troublesome if we were discovered," Nan Jue said seriously.

Everyone nodded and walked together towards the port.

But they had just left the port.

Then they saw three uniformed patrol officers approaching.

Ai Jiangtu and Nan Jue's expressions changed drastically.

Chu Ming, however, walked towards the patrolling police officers with a smile on his face. He even took out the landing permit given to him by Lin Junxian and started chatting with the officers quite naturally.

A few minutes later.

Watching the patrol team walk away.

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan couldn't help but complain, "Old Chu, you should have said you knew Japanese sooner!"

"Since Chu Ming speaks Japanese, we don't need to worry about communication now. However, since we don't have proper identification, we probably won't be able to stay at most hotels and inns unless we can find a shady one," Ai Jiangtu suggested. "Let's go ask together."

An hour later.

The group, feeling helpless, arrived at a temple halfway down the mountain.

The temple took them in because of the considerable amount of money they donated.

"This is supposed to be a coastal city, yet it doesn't even have a single shady hotel!"

Mo Fan complained.

Zhao Manyan comforted him, "At least you've found a place to stay, which is better than being homeless."

The group walked quickly toward Yanming Temple, a temple in the typical style of Japan, with a torii gate at the foot of the mountain and marble steps leading straight up to the temple.

They helped everyone find a place to stay.

Chu Ming's translation work has been temporarily suspended.

Jiang Shaoxu immediately pulled Chu Ming towards the city: "You guys go to the temple first, the two of us want to go shopping."

"hateful!"

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan once again showed expressions of envy.

……

8 PM.

Chu Ming and Jiang Shaoxu returned to the temple with the packed takoyaki and other late-night snacks.

The two had not yet reached the mountain temple.

From afar, they could see Jiang Yu anxiously peering out from under the lanterns at the temple entrance.

"What's wrong?" Chu Ming walked over quickly.

Jiang Yu said anxiously, "Brother Chu, you're finally back! Zhao Manyan is in trouble! This temple is haunted!!"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"A ghost?" Chu Ming raised an eyebrow. "Take me to see!"

Following Jiang Yu into a room, everyone gathered at the door to watch.

As soon as I entered the room.

Chu Ming then felt a chill emanating from him.

On the tatami mat, Zhao Manyan was lying there, covered with a thick quilt.

Ai Jiangtu, Mo Fan, and Nan Rongni stood guard nearby.

"The person is alive, but in a deep sleep. Nan Rongni means that we should not forcibly wake him up, otherwise it may cause greater psychological trauma to him," Ai Jiangtu explained.

"It seems the healing magic didn't work?" Chu Ming asked.

Nan Rongni nodded.

"Is there any danger to his life?" Chu Ming then asked.

"Not for now, but his body is strangely cold, like some kind of ghostly curse. If this continues, his bodily functions will suffer serious problems," Nan Rongni said helplessly.

Mo Fan frowned and said, "It's strange, we called an old monk here to take a look, and the old monk acted as if he had seen a ghost. He screamed a few times and ran away."

These words were spoken.

The people outside felt a chill run down their spines and were somewhat uneasy.

Could it be that his soul was truly stolen by a vengeful ghost?

"I checked the back mountain, the well, the wooden corridor, the ancestral hall—all the places everyone has visited—again, but I didn't find anything unusual," Ai Jiangtu said, frowning.

"Hehehe!"

At that moment, a strange laugh startled everyone present.

"Don't be nervous, it's my contracted beast, and it has already found the reason."

Chu Ming smiled.

The next moment, a purplish-black phantom emerged from the shadows behind Chu Ming and then enveloped Zhao Manyan on the tatami mat.

It seemed to have sensed the intrusion of Gengar's power.

A vortex of resentment suddenly appeared.

Gengar's eyes flashed red, and with a powerful tear from its claws, the resentment dissipated.

"Heh, heh heh!"

As if sensing something, Gengar pointed in a direction from the back of the mountain.

"A part of Zhao Manyan's soul has been taken away and is contained in a certain vessel. We have found him. Come with me."

Chu Ming, using the senses shared by Gengar, suddenly opened his eyes and explained to everyone.

The bewildered crowd was filled with shock.

The problem that everyone racked their brains to solve was solved as soon as the vice captain came back?

That's incredibly efficient!

Although I don't understand how they did that.

But this is just too outrageous!

I don't understand it, but it sounds impressive!

soon.

Under Chu Ming's leadership.

The group arrived at a dilapidated courtyard.

This is an open temple hall, and it is very small.

As Chu Ming entered the courtyard, he headed straight for the main room, his gaze immediately falling on a dusty wooden fish on the table.

"This aura... it's the Totem Baxia?!"

Chu Ming sensed the power within the wooden fish and was slightly startled.

He never expected this.

It seems that part of Zhao Manyan's soul has already formed some kind of connection with the totem vessel?

And it was a Baxia that we had just encountered at sea not long ago?

Isn't this just too much of a coincidence?

As Chu Ming pondered.

Suddenly, a young monk appeared out of thin air in the courtyard, glaring angrily at Chu Ming: "Give me back my utensils!!"

(End of this chapter)