Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 146 Keep your spirits up, don't embarrass yourself, well done!
Zhao Junchi is a high school student.

He was a well-behaved boy and almost never drank alcohol.

But today happened to be his best friend's coming-of-age ceremony, and he was invited here. Before he knew it, he had drunk quite a lot of alcohol, and then he ended up in this godforsaken, desolate place in a daze.

If he hadn't been drinking, or if he were alone, he definitely wouldn't have come to such a desolate, deserted grave in the middle of the night.

But today is different.

As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens even the most timid.

With a group of young men at the peak of their physical and mental abilities gathered together, there was almost nothing that could frighten them.

then.

After talking about something, I don't know what.

The group of people came here together by car, saying they wanted to play some kind of courage test.

Humans have an innate psychological need to seek stimulation.

Playing a test of courage is like riding a roller coaster or watching a horror movie; it allows people to experience the thrill of an adrenaline rush while knowing it's safe, making it a very effective way to release stress.

However, when they actually arrived at this remote and desolate tomb...

A cold wind was blowing.

The desolate tombs created a faint, eerie atmosphere, which also helped Zhao Junchi regain some clarity from the wind.

Zhao Junchi, who had promised to be the first to wander around the desolate tomb and steal two offerings, couldn't help but hesitate a bit as he stood at the foot of the slope.

"Xiao Chi, we've all made those boasts in front of several girls."

"Let's not lose any points!"

"Yes, cheer up!"

His friends, who were also a bit drunk, noticed his hesitation and immediately egged him on.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Junchi looked at the two girls from the next class standing next to him, who were leaning against the approaching car and playing on their phones.

He seemed completely indifferent.

But after hearing the words that stirred things up, they all looked up at Zhao Junchi, their eyes clearly filled with interest.

Upon seeing this, his hesitation vanished immediately.

He then gritted his teeth.

He gripped the beer can tightly and strode up the barren slope.

It has a kind of heroic spirit, like the mournful wind blowing across the Yi River, and the brave warrior departing never to return.

"Right, that is it!"

"Well done!"

A few encouraging words came from behind.

However, Zhao Junchi was no longer paying attention.

They didn't care whether the encouragement was sincere or not.

All he knew was that after taking those few steps, he could barely control his speed and kept running faster and faster.

The cool breeze around him gave him a chilling, terrifying feeling.

That feeling.

It's similar to when you're washing your hair under the showerhead; you always feel like there's a pair of eyes watching you from behind.

Running faster might make him feel a little more at ease.

But it's not enough.

He simply picked up the beer bottle as he walked and drank the rest of the beer in a few gulps.

He was slightly intoxicated.

He became arrogant and overbearing, acting as if he feared nothing.

They didn't care at all even if they accidentally stepped on a dry branch and made a loud noise.

Fortunately, the barren slope is not very large.

Zhao Junchi quickly strode across the sparse vegetation on the barren slope and arrived at a relatively distant location.

My friends have been left behind.

This is how we got here.

He vaguely realized that he seemed to have been provoked.

A feeling of being tricked overshadowed the faint fear in my heart.

"Damn it, they all know how to provoke me, but don't think I'm easily scared."

"Humph!"

"Ok?"

While talking.

The man who had stumbled upon this desolate tomb was bewildered.

He stared at the figure not far away, stunned.

There was a woman at a desolate grave not far away.

The woman in the elegant long dress had an exceptionally alluring figure even from behind. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down to her hips, each strand seemingly possessing a natural drape and shimmering sheen.

With a slightly flushed face, Zhao Junchi, who seemed a little tipsy, subconsciously swallowed.

As Xiao Chunan, he couldn't help but salute just by seeing that figure from behind.

In addition, he was heavily intoxicated.

With his small head controlling his large head, he subconsciously took two steps closer.

Then he asked, "Why are you all alone here so quietly at night without saying a word? I was quite startled when I came over."

As Zhao Junchi spoke, he pursed his lips and began to tidy up the offerings in front of the tombstone next to him.

He roughly grabbed the apple and shoved it haphazardly into the plastic bag he had brought with him to hold offerings. The plastic bag made a rustling sound, which was particularly jarring in the silent cemetery.

This is evidence to prove that he came up here, and not that he gave up halfway and just squatted in some corner for a while.

While he was busy.

The woman naturally did not reply.

Since this is just a ball of light and shadow created by the [Illumination Spell - All Things], and it doesn't have a so-called sound system, it naturally can't make any response.

Chen Baiyu hasn't gotten rid of this woman yet; he just wants to test just how powerful her visual deception really is.

Anyway, that's how it seems at the moment.

Zhao Junchi, who was hiding his face, seemed to have gone completely unnoticed.

The figurines he sculpts are almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

As Chen Baiyu pondered.

Zhao Junchi was also repeating the actions of grabbing and inserting while glancing at the direction of the woman out of the corner of his eye.

The woman remained unresponsive, like a statue. Only the slight ripples in her skirt and hair caused by the night breeze proved that she was not inanimate.

A moment of silence.

Zhao Junchi stepped forward.

"Hey! Why didn't you say anything..."

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to put his hand on the woman's shoulder.

only……

My hand missed?!

His outstretched hand passed effortlessly through the woman's shoulder, without touching anything tangible.

This immediately froze Zhao Junchi in place.

In an instant, the effects of the alcohol completely wore off.

What followed was a chilling sensation, as if one's soul were about to fly away in that instant. Zhao Junchi's hand was still frozen in mid-air, his fingertips seemingly still retaining the ethereal touch of the air he had just passed through.

The sensation was like an ice needle, piercing the heart through the blood vessels.

This caused his pupils to shrink sharply.

His face, which had been flushed from drunkenness, instantly turned deathly pale, and even his lips were pressed into a bloodless straight line.

The worst thing is when the air suddenly goes quiet.
Zhao Junchi wanted to run, but found that his legs seemed to go weak with fear, and he couldn't muster even the slightest urge to turn and run.

Or rather, even if there is an urge to run away.

My legs wouldn't obey me at that moment.

It went limp, and it wasn't just the legs that went weak.

A deep sense of regret overwhelmed me.

He didn't know why he was so obsessed with the test of courage, nor did he know why he had completely forgotten to think at that moment.

The sudden appearance of such a glamorous woman in this desolate wilderness certainly seemed rather odd, no matter how you looked at it.

According to the Chinese people, the sight of exposed arms immediately evokes images of nudity, and the thought of nudity immediately conjures up images of sexuality, reflecting the richness of their imagination.

He should have immediately realized that something was wrong.

The sky was pitch black, and there were desolate graves in the wilderness.

The woman in front of the tombstone...

If this isn't a ghost, then who is?
But he didn't think about it or hesitate at all.

It was probably due to intense intoxication combined with lust?

While frantically thinking, Zhao Junchi suddenly noticed that the woman in front of him seemed to be slowly turning her head.

Those stiff, precise head-turning movements made your heart leap into your throat.

He was just imagining what a woman would look like.

At this moment, I wish I could gouge out my own eyes.

Zhao Junchi felt an extreme fear of the face the woman might soon reveal.

No! I don't want to see!

Under intense fear, adrenaline begins to replace the brain in thinking.

He regained his strength almost immediately.

Driven by a strong will to survive and a sense of fear, he turned and ran without hesitation.

His movements were quite clumsy.

Completely disregarding the scrapes and bumps caused by the oddly shaped grass as they moved.

However, at this moment, there was clearly no time to worry about that.

He couldn't help but let out a frightened whimper.

It was partly to bolster my courage, and partly because I simply couldn't hold it in any longer.

And watching the man drive away, wailing and howling like a ghost.

Chen Baiyu's figure slowly appeared beside the female ghost.

That kind of scene.

It should make anyone who sees it feel like they're in a dream.

With a wave of her hand, that dreamlike, ethereal figure slowly vanished as the night breeze swept by.

Nothing was left behind.

This desolate graveyard under the darkness of night seemed to have always been just as peaceful.

"It seems to be working quite well."

Chen Baiyu nodded in satisfaction.

Before the man actually touched the phantom of the woman he had created, he obviously didn't notice anything amiss.

This is the effect he wants.

The so-called illusion is meant to deceive people into thinking it's real.

For humans who receive most information through sight, his visual illusions, while not comprehensive, are certainly quite powerful.

With this level of illusion magic, he can do many, many things, and it will be much easier for him to do things that are not so honorable.

Just like just now.

If he wanted, he could easily cosplay as the Tree Demon Granny in this modern society.

It wouldn't be out of the question to have the figurine he created act as Nie Xiaoqian, engaging in illicit affairs with the man in front of him, creating a tale of love between a human and a ghost.

Although the figurines he sculpts only have lighting effects and can't be touched at all.

However, if Chen Baiyu were to use the [Forbidden Technique of the Enchantment School - Embrace Heaven], this man could truly experience the ultimate pleasure.

Of course.

Chen Baiyu had no interest in doing such a boring thing.

Thinking.

He didn't linger, but instead strode away with brisk steps.

Once the experiments in this area are completed, there is no need to stay any longer.

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Meanwhile, Zhao Junchi was fleeing in a sorry state.

He wished he had two more legs; even if he wasn't as fast as Chen Baiyu going down the mountain, he was still moving with the speed of the wind.

It's much faster than when we set off.

Not long after, he saw the two men and two women who had come with him to participate in the test of courage.

The two men wanted to go forward to greet them.

However, Zhao Junchi didn't care about anything else. He ignored the two men who stepped forward to say something, completely disregarding them.

immediately.

He then roughly shoved the two women leaning against the car door aside.

Then he plopped into the car and, regardless of whether he had a driver's license or not, started turning the key he hadn't taken out to start the engine.

His flustered and hurried manner clearly frightened the two women.

They stared blankly at Zhao Junchi, wondering what had happened.

The other two men reacted quickly, immediately opening the unlocked car door and holding Zhao Junchi back, preventing him from awkwardly trying to drive away.

"Hey, hey, hey, Xiao Chizi, calm down!"

"Hey! Zhao Junchi!!!"

"What's going on? What happened?"

After holding Zhao Junchi down, the group shouted his name loudly.

A good while.

Zhao Junchi finally calmed down.

Looking at the four familiar faces in front of him, each filled with a complex mix of emotions including bewilderment, anger, doubt, and worry.

He gradually recovered.

"Are you playing a prank, kid? Are you trying to scare us by pretending there's a ghost?"

A woman who had just been roughly pushed away by Zhao Junchi rubbed her aching wrist and asked Zhao Junchi with slight dissatisfaction.

Zhao Junchi wanted to say something.

However, seeing the slightly impatient expressions on the faces of the people in front of him, he swallowed his words back.

He didn't know what to say, but he just took a deep look at the not-so-tall barren slope and grove of trees beside him.

Then, in a slightly tearful voice, she whispered, "Drive, I want to go home."

(End of this chapter)