The sapphire blue intricately embroidered traditional gown, as always, had a luxurious and enchanting style.
Ivan just stood there on the empty Ghost Mayor Street shrouded in mist, strangely exuding a sort of eerie harmony.
The Ivan she just saw in the painting had a style that was sowhat similar yet noticeably different.
Scarlett Jennings could more or less guess the current situation.
These two people were probably here after watching the live broadcast of the competition.
The spiritual affairs project run by Ivan is deeply bound to the Underworld.
Being able to bind with the Underworld and not be restricted by it in the slightest ans that there’s likely so solid connections involved.
Scarlett thought, the man who inexplicably trapped her in this ghost market, should be Ivan’s "connection."
Just didn’t know what exactly is the relationship between these two.
However, whatever the relationship might be, it wasn’t important for her right now.
The important thing was, these two were delaying her competition.
"If you know him well, could you ask him to let leave here first?"
There is a ti limit for the first match in the competition. If I don’t return before it’s over, I might be disqualified."
As for who to sell the scroll to, that can be negotiated after the competition is over.
If nothing works, these two can have a fight right here first.
Scarlett said this to Ivan, after all, compared to this suddenly appearing man enveloped in ghost energy around him, she was at least acquainted with Ivan.
Ivan listened to her and nodded, only soothing her with a glance for a second before looking at the man, and saying,
"Did you hear? She told you to buzz off."
Scarlett Jennings: ...
I did not, you’re talking nonsense.
She was clearly polite when she inquired just now.
The man in dark attire evidently didn’t care about Ivan’s attitude, he looked towards Scarlett Jennings on his own and asked her,
"What do you want?"
Scarlett Jennings opened her mouth, about to say sothing, when suddenly, golden light enveloped behind her.
The dazzling golden light drove away much of the bluish mist swirling in this ghost market.
Sensing the familiar aura suddenly emanating from the torn space behind her.
Scarlett’s eyes lit up, not even needing to turn around, she clearly called out a na,
"Samuel Chalrs!"
Saying that, she abruptly turned, nearly bumping into the embrace of Samuel Chalrs approaching.
Scarlett Jennings didn’t seem surprised at all, her almond eyes gently curved, looking at him, "You’re here."
Samuel glanced down at her, confirming she was alright, nodded towards her,
"Mm, here to pick you up."
After that, he looked towards Ivan and the man in dark attire, finally resting his gaze on the dark-clad man,
"She’s still in the competition, whatever it is, let’s talk after the match."
The man in dark attire saw him speak, glanced at Scarlett Jennings, for a mont, his tone finally carried so fluctuation,
"It’s her?"
For so reason, Scarlett Jennings was sowhat displeased with the gaze from the other party just now.
Instead of leaving imdiately with Samuel Chalrs, she instead backhandedly drew out the half-rolled scroll. Before the two could react, she abruptly threw the scroll over,
"Ivan."
Ivan, caught off guard receiving the item, was still sowhat surprised.
Then distinctively heard Scarlett Jennings say to the man in dark attire,
"I think he was right earlier, based on personal portrait rights, this painting should be returned to the rightful owner."
Additionally looked towards Ivan, supplenting, "I will look for you for compensation after returning."
Though it should be returned to the rightful owner, it’s impossible to give it away for free.
She rely chose the one among the "buyers" who had a better relationship with her.
Even if Samuel Chalrs hadn’t appeared, just because the other party brought her off the competition site to this ghost market so abruptly, she had always planned to give the scroll only to Ivan.
Ivan t Scarlett Jennings’ gaze, fox-like eyes slightly arched, his gender-neutral face showing a smile that she understood,
"Don’t worry, you won’t lose out."
The man in dark attire watched coldly, though his expression remained icy, it didn’t show signs of anger.
Scarlett Jennings also ignored him, straightforwardly following Samuel Chalrs out of this ghost market space.
Stepping out of the space rift, yet it returned to the original ghost market.
The ghost market bustling with people, the pace of closing was imminent.
Scarlett Jennings imdiately understood why Samuel Chalrs brought her back to this ghost market instead of directly to the venue.
The competition rules stipulated that one must successfully redeem their prized possession and return to the venue to qualify as passing.
If Samuel Chalrs had taken her back directly, it would have been sowhat "cheating."
Even if not cheating, inevitably there would be people making comnts.
In these matters, Samuel Chalrs didn’t want her to have even a slight controversy.
"Can you return by yourself?" Samuel Chalrs asked her.
Scarlett Jennings nodded.
Simply reopening a Ghost Gate leading to the venue, not a big issue.
Samuel Chalrs stood aside.
Seeing Scarlett Jennings standing before the vacant land at the exit, pinching a black talisman between her fingers,
"Shadow Mountain borrowing order, Hundred Ghosts Crossing, Three Pure Ghost Gate, Open!"
The black Talisman flew out, the ghost energy belonging to the Shadow Mountain Ghost King dispersed from the Talisman, as if several strands of shadow energy materialized before her eyes, partitioning left and right, simultaneously pulling.
The space before her eyes seed to be pulled open, creating another passage, the ghost gate suddenly manifested in the pulled space.
At this mont, from Shadow Mountain, the Ghost King seed to sense sothing too, slightly opening his eyes, frowning,
"Who stole this King’s ghost energy?"
...
On the ghost market here, Samuel Chalrs looked at Scarlett Jennings, sowhat surprised that she actually used the shadow energy of Shadow Mountain Ghost King to reopen the ghost gate.
As far as he knew, her transaction with the Shadow Mountain Ghost King should have happened only once.
Moreover, the Shadow Mountain Ghost King Order had already been used up by her.
Seemingly knowing the question in his eyes, Scarlett Jennings cleared her throat, calmly saying,
"Grabbed so in the Talisman during a fight previously."
Just thought that maybe soday it would co in handy.
Here it is, put to use now.
Samuel Chalrs: ...
Silent for a mont, he nodded, his tone acknowledging her with an imperceptible hint of affection, "Very clever."
Scarlett Jennings imdiately smiled at him, turned around, and was about to step into the ghost gate.
Suddenly, as if recalling sothing, she asked him,
"By the way, hadn’t had ti to ask, who was that man in black just now?"
Although his shadow energy was deliberately restrained, the pressure he exuded was even greater than the Shadow Mountain Ghost King; she estimated the person had significant background.
Samuel Chalrs listened to her question, hesitated for half a second, still chose to honestly inform her,
"He’s Lord Yama."
Scarlett Jennings: ...
So she was offending the Lord Yama of the Underworld just now??
...
Had she known, she wouldn’t have given the scroll to Ivan first.
The issue between Ivan and Lord Yama, she shouldn’t have gotten involved.
However, offending or not, it already happened, if necessary let Ivan solve it.
After all, this issue was stirred because of his portrait.
Samuel Chalrs originally intended to reassure her not to worry about Lord Yama’s side, but unexpectedly, before he could speak, Scarlett Jennings had already thought it through herself.
"Forget it, any big matter can wait until after the competition."
Speaking, she lightly waved to him, then turned decisively stepping into the ghost gate.
With the ghost gate closing, her figure vanished from sight.
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