Yang Jian stood motionless on the surface of the lake at this mont, the cold lake water did not swallow him up; instead, it allowed him to walk freely as if it were solid ground.
But it was limited to just him.
Ah Hong and Cao Yang, whom he brought out from the lake, still couldn't stand. Once Yang Jian let go, they would sink back into the lake water. This situation was a supernatural characteristic; even though he controlled this Ghost Lake, he couldn't change this particularity.
"Cough, cough!"
Ah Hong started coughing violently, then continuously vomited, expelling the icy lake water from her stomach.
"I really didn't expect the person who fished out of the lake to be you, Yang Jian." Cao Yang, having escaped the influence of the lake, imdiately regained his mobility and awareness.
However, he had always been conscious; he was just powerless in the Ghost Lake, forced to watch himself soak in the water for a long ti.
Luckily, the ti wasn't very long. Otherwise, Cao Yang also doubted if he could have held on.
"Save the thanks for later, a new situation has erged. Leuk San seems to have been taken out; I just saw him sinking into the Ghost Lake." Yang Jian's face was expressionless, his ghost eye staring at the distant black boat.
The four people on the boat were naturally captured in full view.
He identified them slightly.
The one-eyed old man leading them should be the mysterious figure guarding the ancestral hall that Leuk San ntioned; Leuk San had described this person's characteristics before. As for the faceless man, Yang Jian had encountered him once on Ghost Street and had a brief exchange, but he didn't know the woman and the other man. If he guessed correctly, they should also be from the ancient town.
It was apparent.
There were still so unknown ghost tars hidden in Taiping Ancient Town.
While Yang Jian was assessing them, the four on the boat were seemingly assessing him as well.
"This person is in the sa group as the one who just fell into the water; he's a ghost tar who entered Taiping Ancient Town yesterday to investigate the Ghost Lake incident."
Boss Liu continued to supplent his previous words: "The woman beside him is also in the sa group, and the last man in uniform seems to be a survivor retrieved from the lake."
"Surviving such prolonged soaking without drowning, this person is quite extraordinary."
The woman sneered, "Where are you looking? The guy leading them is the most dangerous. He managed to swim up from the lake without being affected by the lake water. The only explanation is that this young man has already used so special thod to acquire part of the supernatural power."
"The separation of the lake water might just be due to this reason. If that's the case, he's not ordinary now."
"But the more that's the case, the more we need to kill this guy. If he doesn't die, and we let him take away part of the supernatural power, the lake water will beco even more uncontrollable, so we need to leave this person behind."
Boss Liu's face changed slightly, "Killing the younger generation is a serious matter."
"Whether we kill or not, Taiping Town would be subrged. Aren't there already fewer deaths outside because of haunting these days? A few more don't matter. Besides, as I said, dying here will leave no trace, just like the one who sank into the lake before." The woman was a bit ruthless, speaking of murder with ease.
The one-eyed old man remained silent, only furrowing his brow, seemingly contemplating whether the actions just taken were wrong.
With Leuk San gone, this person appeared.
It seed coincidental, but perhaps as Boss Liu said, this might just be the start of misfortune.
"Isn't it a bit too much to discuss whether to kill right in front of ?" Yang Jian's expression was cold. He casually released Cao Yang and Ah Hong, then walked across the lake towards the black boat.
Cao Yang and Ah Hong did not sink into the lake again.
Underfoot, a layer of red light enveloped the lake, reflecting on its surface, preventing them from contacting the lake water, and thus they wouldn't sink again.
"If there's going to be a fight, I can help." Cao Yang whispered.
Ah Hong said, "I can also pitch in; these people have an aggressive aura, doesn't seem easy to deal with."
"Not for now, let assess the situation first." Yang Jian gestured with a raised hand, signaling them not to interfere.
At this mont, the woman spoke, "There's no point in hiding, just a matter of killing, nothing dishonorable about it."
"Well said, just a matter of killing, nothing to make a fuss about. So are you veteran ghost tars planning to keep us all here in Ghost Lake today for the sake of Taiping Town, just like Leuk San who sank before?" Yang Jian's expression was unreadable, his tone stiff and cold.
Boss Liu retorted, "We don't an to fight. We ca to observe the situation; if possible, restoring this lake to its original state would be best."
"Observing the situation by snatching my paper boat and sinking Leuk San? The ways of you older generations are truly ruthless." Yang Jian said, "We are here to handle the Supernatural World, yet you're dealing with us, your stance says it all."
"Fine, rather kill the wrong ones than let them go. I don't know what tricks you older folks have up your sleeve, but I don't mind eliminating you here."
The woman, sowhat angry, her voice hoarse and sharp, said: "Listen, listen, we spent our entire lives fighting against those dirty things in Taiping Town, hoping for so peace outside. Yet, it was all inevitable that soone would co knocking. In my opinion, the rules from the previous generation need so adjustnt."
"Otherwise, we'll be stuck here our whole lives, not even getting a coffin when we die. Might as well take them out, leave the ancient town, go out, and enjoy a few good years, at least it won't be a wasted life."
"Enough." The one-eyed old man finally spoke up.
The voice wasn't loud, yet it sent a shiver through one's heart, as if the very heartbeat had stopped.
The black boat began to shake violently, almost engulfed by the lake water, and ripples imdiately spread across the tranquil water surface.
Yang Jian didn't speak, but the lake water around him bubbled relentlessly.
Within the violently churning lake water, a golden cracked spear was forcefully flushed up by the currents, slowly rising to the surface, and finally stood motionless beside him.
"I will use all possible ans to deal with you old tirs." His tone was calm, yet he had already gradually clasped that cracked spear.
He understood these people were not ghost tars from the Republic of China Period. They were likely second generation.
Among the era of Chen Qiaoyang and Wang Chaling's parents.
They just hid in Taiping Ancient Town, not venturing out, so the outside supernatural circle didn't know of these people's existence. But they certainly had deep ties with ghost tars from the Republic of China Period.
By taking one out and stealing their mory, perhaps Yang Jian could further understand the past.
"Young people, think clearly before acting. We don't have many years left, practically half a foot in the grave. Know that ghost tars pulling a few down with them before they die is the easiest thing. You're young, with a long path ahead, not worth clashing with us old folks."
At this mont, the one-eyed old man spoke, his tone steady, carrying a hint of admonition.
"The matters of Taiping Town should be handled by people from Taiping Town. You take your people and leave; just pretend nothing happened. We've been cooped up here our whole lives, not going out for a stroll, so rest assured, things outside will remain as they are."
Then the one-eyed old man made his promise.
"Stopping here isn't impossible. Throw that old woman off the boat and sink her in the lake, and this matter will be over," Yang Jian said, pointing to the woman.
The woman imdiately put on a gloomy face, staring at Yang Jian with a strange look of resentnt.
The one-eyed old man continued, "I'm afraid that if I sink her first, you'll continue your actions next. There aren't many people in the ancient town; losing one is one less. We just don't want trouble, not that we're afraid of dealing with it."
"One of our people has already been sunk in the lake by you. One for one, that's fair. Since you're not doing that, you're not being sincere. A negotiation without sincerity is bullshit. You old bastard, relying on your age to act high and mighty, creating trouble without taking responsibility. There's no such good thing under the sky." Yang Jian coldly cursed without hesitation.
"Fine, you just said you already have one foot in the coffin, won't live for a few more years. So today, I'll make sure your other foot is in there too."
The negotiation broke down, communication failed.
Yang Jian's remaining patience was completely drained.
In an instant.
The ghost eye emitted a scarlet glow.
Like a searchlight, it directly covered the black boat.
Almost simultaneously, Yang Jian raised the cracked spear in his hand.
The six-layer Ghost Domain activated once again.
This can pause everything within the Ghost Domain, including the actions of malevolent spirits.
"A Ghost Domain that affects reality? This young man sure isn't simple." Boss Liu, seemingly experienced, recognized it at a glance, and calmly raised the oil lamp in his hand slightly.
There were four oil lamps with the four people on the boat.
At this mont, the oil lamp in the one-eyed old man's hand suddenly shattered and went out.
Imdiately afterward, the oil lamp in Boss Liu's hand also cracked and went out.
When it reached the woman, the light from her oil lamp flickered like it was being blown by a strong wind, almost going out.
Finally, only the faceless man's oil lamp remained intact.
But the oil lamps on the boat were still there.
The lights illuminated.
Yang Jian's six-layer Ghost Domain failed, unable to envelop these people within the domain.
"Instantly almost extinguished three lamps, this youngster is ruthless." The woman was both shocked and angry.
"There's more to co."
Yang Jian's voice appeared, but instead of coming from in front of them, it was from behind.
The next mont.
The firewood knife instantly swung down, aiming straight for the woman's head.
At this mont.
The one-eyed old man's pale eye had, at so unknown ti, begun to rotate, staring at the stern of the boat.
A tallic clashing sound resonated.
An enal teacup was thrown, actually blocking Yang Jian's chopping attack.
The enal teacup wasn't a supernatural item, just an ordinary object.
But the firewood knife could only dismber the supernatural and living people, precisely incapable of chopping ordinary objects.
"The Ghost Domain can't affect the boat, so you changed your position? Not a bad move. This knife is dangerous, but it also has significant flaws." The one-eyed old man, with a cold face, took the opportunity to grab Yang Jian's spear.
He seed to know about the firewood knife's past.
"Hand it over."
The one-eyed old man snatched the spear from Yang Jian's hand, but as soon as he got it, his face changed drastically, and he urgently threw it away.
His arm instantly turned extraordinarily cold, and the aura of life on him quickly diminished.
He seed about to die...
"Is it a death curse?" The woman hurriedly took off her coat and put it on the one-eyed old man.
The woman's clothes quickly lost color, rotting, and aging.
But the death curse on the one-eyed old man was disappearing.
Clearly.
The curse had transferred to the clothes, sparing the old man from the risk of death by curse.
Pulling off her coat, the woman had another coat underneath, similar in style but with different colors and patterns.
It's unimaginable how many coats this woman was wearing, yet she didn't look bulky.
"My things aren't so easy to take." Yang Jian retreated, grabbing the thrown spear, landing on the water's surface not far away.
He still did not sink.
"If this continues, soone will really die," Boss Liu said. "You're facing us four alone, there's not much chance of winning, it's about ti to stop. Dealing with this lake should be the priority now."
He refrained from taking action earlier because he felt the situation hadn't yet beco irretrievably serious.
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