"Yang Jian, do you think I look better in this outfit or this one?"
Back at ho.
Jiang Yan couldn’t wait to open her wardrobe and take out the clothes she had bought and treasured for a long ti, trying them on one by one. She was like a fashion showgirl, constantly changing outfits.
Every ti she changed, she would run to the fourth floor to show Yang Jian.
The fourth floor was the swimming pool and gym.
At this mont, Yang Jian was half-subrged in the swimming pool. His skin was pale and cold, lacking color, and there was no expression on his face, numb and slightly stiff.
Jiang Yan appeared in a short skirt, revealing her long, white legs, which would attract any gaze on the street, but Yang Jian only glanced briefly without paying much attention.
"Can you be a little quieter?"
"Then I’ll wear them all and show you later." Jiang Yan giggled, not upset by Yang Jian’s indifferent attitude.
After Jiang Yan turned and left.
Yang Jian’s body suddenly sank in the swimming pool, completely subrging underwater.
Incredibly, he couldn’t be found in the shallow pool, as if the water had swallowed him completely, disappearing right before the eyes.
Ripples softly spread across the water surface.
A lingering gloom stirred at the bottom, as if the darkness below connected to so unknown and terrifying place, instilling fear.
The situation lasted for an unknown amount of ti. .
Perhaps ten minutes, perhaps half an hour, until bubbles broke the eerie calm on the water’s surface.
Yang Jian gradually erged from the water again, still half of his body subrged, dripping wet.
But without a doubt.
He had indeed disappeared just now.
"I see, water territories eroded by supernatural forces are connected, even without direct contact. As long as there is water, they can link together. Simply put, I can use the water in my ho’s pool as a dium to travel to Ghost Lake and even other places."
Yang Jian’s brows slightly furrowed, understanding more about the Ghost Lake supernatural he controlled.
This was more unique than the Ghost Domain’s supernatural power.
The Ghost Domain still requires supernatural power to cover an area.
But this doesn’t need such things.
Even with just a puddle of water underfoot, Yang Jian could imdiately subrge and use it as a dium to connect to his ho’s swimming pool.
This only applied when the Ghost Lake supernatural power Yang Jian controlled didn’t spread.
If this supernatural power were to fully expand.
Then Yang Jian could easily use lake water as a dium to control all water territories, and such control ignores distance, even including international waters if he wished.
"Thankfully, the containnt of Ghost Lake was tily before. Otherwise, the fierce ghosts from Ghost Lake would invade cities through water territories, but such containnt surely couldn’t completely stop Ghost Lake, as it still exists through other diums outside and could manifest again."
Yang Jian’s heart gradually sank again.
Even when sealing regions and altering landscapes using his controlled Ghost Lake supernatural to block Ghost Lake, he still couldn’t completely seal it.
The only solution was to fully harness Ghost Lake, at the very least to acquire no less than fifty percent of its supernatural power.
After pondering for a long ti.
Yang Jian slightly shook his head: "Forget it, the Ghost Lake matter has concluded for now. No one can predict what might happen later; I can only take one step at a ti. That thing is too occult and frightening that even the captain might accidentally get killed. I’ve done all I could."
No longer pondering, he slowly stepped out from the swimming pool.
Yang Jian was soaking wet, with water dripping down incessantly, but then they all gathered and, in an unreasonable manner, flowed back into the swimming pool.
In an instant, there wasn’t a drop of water on the ground, and Yang Jian beca dry.
Yet his skin remained as pale as ever without a trace of blood like ice-cold lake water.
The supernatural erosion was irreversible.
Even the Deceiving Ghost couldn’t restore Yang Jian’s current body.
Previously, Yang Jian could briefly return to a normal human body using the supernatural power of Deceiving Ghost, but now, even if he changed imdiately to a brand new living body, that new body would be instantly eroded into a cold corpse.
Temperature had lost its aning for him.
Return to the bedroom on the fifth floor for rest.
That night, Yang Jian dreamt again, where he was a regular person without supernatural erosion, having normal human emotions.
The dream world was vast, with everyone he’d t and every city he’d visited, all so real. He could feel cold, hunger, pain in the dream... the only difference from reality was that a large black dog constantly accompanied him.
Though the dream belonged to Yang Jian, it was constructed by the black dog’s supernatural dream.
The collaboration of one human and one dog could create this unique personal dream world.
Though Yang Jian lost the warmth of a living body in reality, he gained the experience of normal life within the dream, aning he could sleep peacefully from today without being on edge or forced to stay awake.
"A rather good night."
Early the next morning.
Yang Jian awoke from his dream, feeling a strange sense of calm and satisfaction, his entire body feeling much more relaxed. Even though his body was cold and eerie, his ntal state was more normal than ever before.
It seed that the supernatural invasion of his psyche had begun to reverse on this very day.
Oppressed during the day, relaxed in dreams at night.
At this mont, Yang Jian found a good way of living.
"President Yang, are you awake? Should we start heading to Da’ao City? I’ve already notified everyone, we’re just waiting for you." At this mont, Zhang Liqin’s voice ca from downstairs, calling Yang Jian to get up.
Because it was her first ti seeing that Yang Jian hadn’t co down from the fifth floor by nine in the morning.
At this mont, Zhang Liqin was beginning to wonder if Yang Jian was still on the fifth floor.
However, hearing so movent from the fifth floor, she imdiately called out tentatively.
"Coming," Yang Jian responded.
Soon, he tidied himself up, changed his clothes, and ca downstairs.
In the hall, Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin were already dressed and made-up, waiting. At the sa ti, Xiong Wenwen was sitting on the sofa, playing gas on his phone.
"Zhang Liqin, you stay. This ti, don’t go with us to Da’ao City. There’s no one ho, I need soone to stay and take care of my mom." Yang Jian thought for a mont and said.
Zhang Liqin paused for a mont, then seed a bit resentful, reluctantly nodding her head, "I understand, I’ll stay and take care of Auntie."
"Thanks," Yang Jian nodded.
"No worries, it’s what I should do. You guys should go early and co back early, and take care on the road." Although Zhang Liqin was a bit disappointed, she didn’t complain.
"Jiang Yan, you guys have fun."
Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Sister Qin, don’t worry. I’ll bring you a gift when I return. If you want to buy sothing, you can also send a ssage to let know."
"Let’s go."
Without wasting ti, Yang Jian directly took Jiang Yan and Xiong Wenwen and disappeared from the living room.
Before leaving, he did not forget to take the cracked spear with him.
It’s always wise to bring so supernatural weapons and items just in case.
In the blink of an eye.
The three of them appeared at the airport of Dachang City.
A private jet belonging to Yang Jian was ready for takeoff, while Wang Bin, Zhang Xiangu, Zhang Wei, and several other accompanying executives were already seated in the cabin.
The private jet’s origin was actually related to Yang Jian’s trip to Japan to deal with a supernatural incident and his dealings with the Exorcism Club there.
The Exorcism Club in Japan wasn’t stingy about such a minor issue.
The airplane’s interior was lavishly decorated, and the Exorcism Club had originally arranged for Japanese flight attendants to serve on the plane, but Yang Jian felt the Exorcism Club was problematic, so he replaced them all. Even the pilot was hired through Liu Xiaoyu from headquarters, ensuring clean backgrounds without potential risks.
"President Yang."
"Yang Jian, you’re here."
"Brother Tui, co sit here."
As soon as he boarded the plane, the people on the plane greeted him, and Zhang Wei even waved to indicate Yang Jian to sit with him.
"Team Yang, could you tell when we will take off?" At this mont, a flight attendant ca over to ask.
Yang Jian was about to answer, but then hesitated upon seeing the flight attendant: "Is it you? I know you; we t before on that flight."
A mory surged forth; he had seen this flight attendant before during his first flight to headquarters, during which they encountered the Ghost Hand incident where so people died.
"Team Yang’s mory is really good," Wang Dong smiled. "Last ti it was thanks to your help."
"It’s just so trivial matters," Yang Jian waved his hand, unconcerned about these minor details.
He had saved many people, directly or indirectly.
However, he wasn’t interested in these polite words.
"Don’t waste ti. Let’s depart for Da’ao City now," Yang Jian said.
Wang Dong nodded, "Okay, I’ll go notify the pilot and prepare for takeoff imdiately."
With that, he turned and left.
And with Yang Jian’s plane on the move, the airport on the side of Da’ao City imdiately received the ssage.
This was ant to be a routine flight.
But the private jet carried Ghost Eye Yang Jian from the supernatural circle, and this movent would trigger many people’s nerves.
"Ghost Eye Yang Jian is coming."
The Da’ao City supernatural circle quickly spread this news at an incredible speed.
In modern society, the importance of information and intelligence speaks for itself.
Nobody wants to be the one left clueless in the dark.
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