The cold, accumulated water rippled.
Sun Ren was pinned to the ground, bleeding profusely. He tried to struggle and resist, but it was futile.
The cracked spear pierced into the ground, like an iron pillar welded to the earth, unmovable. Yet, he was not dead, still capable of movent, though now he was nothing more than an ordinary person without supernatural power.
"Your physical condition is quite impressive. Even after being nailed by a coffin nail, you're still conscious, neither dead nor asleep," Yang Jian observed the blood constantly seeping from Sun Ren's wound and understood.
He hadn't been a ghost handler for long, nor had he participated in any paranormal events, leaving his body largely untainted by the supernatural. His ntal and physical states were superb.
Basically, there wasn't much difference from a normal person.
The suppression of the coffin nail only worked on ghosts, not on the living, so Sun Ren now suffered external injuries.
"Yang Jian, you bastard, how despicable. You've been deceitful," Sun Ren cursed, struggling in pain.
"Opposition in the paranormal circle is always a life-or-death matter. Didn't you set a trap to lure into Room 707, also intending to kill ? We're all the sa, so you have no right to curse , moreover I did indeed give you a chance, you just missed it," Yang Jian remained indifferent to such insults.
"You are the most dangerous among these people. Even Ghost Lake couldn't sink the ghost by your side, it's very peculiar. Yet despite that, I'm the last to act. If you had any guts, you would've fought earlier instead of waiting until now."
"Thus, while studying I may not be as good as you, but in this line of work, you aren't as good as , and dying by my hand is actually a good outco for you. At least I won't harm your family."
Sun Ren gritted his teeth, saying, "Coming this far is all because of you. You have the audacity to talk. Back then, Fang Jing was right to want to kill you. If you don't die, it's us who suffer."
"Don't bla your unfortunate experiences on others. At the very least, I let you walk out of No. 7 Middle School alive. After that, you got involved in a paranormal event, targeted by a ghost, and that has nothing to do with . This world was already rife with paranormal events. Compared to others, your fate isn't bad; at least you didn't die stupefied in so paranormal event."
Yang Jian walked through the accumulated water, coming to Sun Ren's side, and stared at him indifferently.
Under the ghostly gaze.
The naked female corpse overlapping with Sun Ren also fell into a slumber, unable to move.
His speculation was correct.
The best ti to act was when the female corpse overlapped with Sun Ren, then the corpse could use Sun Ren's body as a dium to make contact.
Under normal circumstances, that female corpse didn't exist in reality, and the coffin nail likely couldn't make contact.
"Yang Jian, don't bother explaining. Don't think I don't know. The Door Knocking Ghost incident was caused by you, you're the real culprit. Fang Jing was anxious to kill you because of this. If he killed you, the Door Knocking Ghost wouldn't co to No. 7 Middle School, and none of this would have happened. Everyone could still live a normal life."
Sun Ren endured the intense pain, speaking, his face pale and on the verge of passing out from blood loss; dizziness overwheld him.
In a mont, he would close his eyes entirely and pass out.
Yet, he remained unwilling to yield, thinking back to Yang Jian in school who was just a poor student, while he himself was excelling academically and ca from a good family.
Why, after the No. 7 Middle School incident, did everything beco like this?
Sun Ren didn't want to endure these experiences; he only wanted to return to a normal school life, which made him resent Yang Jian for bringing him pain.
"You're right. I inadvertently triggered the Door Knocking Ghost's killing pattern, then got targeted by the ghost. That's why the Door Knocking Ghost ca to No. 7 Middle School. It was there for . During that ti, Fang Jing's urge to kill wasn't wrong. Killing would make the Door Knocking Ghost lose its target and leave for sowhere else."
Yang Jian didn't deny it, admitting to past events.
"It's good you have the face to admit it," Sun Ren panted, feeling his brain lacked oxygen.
But the cold surrounding water again stimulated him, reviving his spirit sowhat.
Yang Jian continued, "But what does that prove? The occurrence of paranormal events is unpredictable. I was rely an ordinary person dragged into it. You all have the right to survive, and so do I. You bla for inviting the Door Knocking Ghost, but who would want to face all this voluntarily?"
"Nowadays, paranormal events erge endlessly. Ordinary people are swept into them continuously, no different from my past experiences. It's just that I was lucky and survived till now, hence becoming the culprit in your eyes."
"Moreover, I saved you back then, so others have the right to bla , but you do not."
He talked with Sun Ren about past events, revealing so of the truths behind the Door Knocking Ghost incident.
As forr classmates, Yang Jian wanted Sun Ren to die with a clear understanding.
"Ha, you speak so truth. Perhaps I shouldn't bla you, but who should I bla then? I should've entered a prestigious university and beco a successful elite in society… Why, why did it turn out like this? I don't want to encounter those ghostly things, not at all."
Sun Ren sneered first, then angrily growled, his emotions heightened.
His state seed off, like a flash of vitality before death, his spirit appeared unusually strong.
Rember, he had been impaled by a lance, losing a considerable amount of blood. A normal person would be weakly unconscious by now, but Sun Ren wasn't.
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Perhaps his survival instincts were exceptionally strong, or his body had subtly changed under supernatural erosion, rendering him less likely to die.
Yet no matter how much he struggled, human limits existed.
The water around Sun Ren's body once more rippled crimson; his whole being instantly withered, then his head powerless sank into the water.
He slowly closed his eyes.
But he continued to stare at Yang Jian with strong resentnt.
Despite reaching this point, he hadn't anticipated losing so completely.
"There is no 'why.' From the mont paranormal events erged, we could only face this cruel and cold world, regardless of our willingness," Yang Jian remarked to Sun Ren, uttering the final words.
Sun Ren closed his eyes.
He lost consciousness, his breath gradually fading.
At this mont, though he hadn't breathed his last, there was still a chance for rescue, yet Yang Jian wouldn't allow him to live.
Currently, Sun Ren was a substantial threat. If not eliminated this ti, should he master the ghost beside him next ti, handling him wouldn't be this easy again.
He stood there for several minutes.
Yang Jian gradually withdrew his gaze.
Sun Ren was dead.
He wasn't killed by supernatural powers; he drowned due to excessive bleeding caused by a coffin nail piercing his body.
Thus, another one of the classmates from No. 7 Middle School who survived back then died.
And he was the only one killed by Yang Jian's own hands.
"Boss He, is it your turn now?" Suddenly, Yang Jian turned his gaze to a corner of the room.
Boss He stood nervously and fearfully in the accumulated water, trembling all over, unsure if it was from fear or because the water was too cold.
But as an ordinary person, he hadn't died or been affected by the previous supernatural events.
Of course, this was also due to Yang Jian's deliberate influence.
Because Boss He posed no threat, there was previously no need to pay attention to him.
"Yang, Captain Yang, don't, don't kill . Everything is open for negotiation if you spare . I can give you anything—money, I can give you all my money, leaving none behind, at least ten billion. Oh, and I can also give you my illegitimate daughter, He Yuelian. I know you're very interested in her; you can take her and study her slowly in the future."
Boss He's throat moved, swallowing hard, as he hurriedly pleaded for his life.
He had seen everything that happened just now.
Several people he usually considered formidable were defenseless in front of Yang Jian, killed in the blink of an eye. Even Lok Sheng, the person in charge of Da'ao City, had his head chopped off in an instant.
Bloodbath, violence, eeriness.
After seeing Yang Jian in action, Boss He clearly understood how terrifying Yang Jian truly was.
"I'm not interested in those things. The reason I want to kill you isn't because of your money or because my people were tricked by you, but because you colluded with those in the supernatural circle to try to kill . Do you understand the consequences of attempting to murder a captain?"
Yang Jian said coldly, "However, I'm a reasonable person. After killing you, I won't involve your family. They can still inherit your estate and continue living as wealthy people in Da'ao City."
As he spoke, Boss He was startled when a pair of pale hands suddenly grabbed his feet in the water.
He looked down to see a corpse floating in the water.
Despite appearing dead for quite so ti, it clung tightly to his feet, refusing to let go.
Boss He widened his eyes, overwheld by terror.
The corpse beneath the water was sinking, and his body was sinking along with it...
"Captain Yang, no, you can't kill . You're interested in He Yuelian; she is connected to soone. I know that person, I can help you..." Boss He cried out in terror, attempting to exchange clues and secrets for his life.
Yang Jian said, "There's no need. What you know, I also know now."
His Ghost Shadow flickered on the water's surface, directly invading Boss He's body to obtain his mories.
Ordinary mory retrieval was easy and almost encountered no obstacles.
Before long, Yang Jian had acquired Boss He's mories, and this person completely sank into the water, disappearing from the world forever.
"Let see, who exactly was involved with Boss He twenty-so years ago, and why does the daughter he had resemble the Specter in the ghost painting so closely." Yang Jian was searching through mories, trying to uncover that scene from over twenty years ago.
The scenes in the mory might be blurry even to Boss He himself, but once Yang Jian found them, they were crystal clear, as if they had just happened.
Soon enough.
A mory sealed for a long ti was found by Yang Jian.
At that ti, Boss He was indeed quite young, only in his early twenties. He happened to encounter soone on the streets of Da'ao City. That person was... Zhang Xiangguang.
The third administrator of the Ghost Post Office, Zhang Xiangguang.
"It's him?" Yang Jian pondered with a hint of surprise.
Twenty-so years ago, Zhang Xiangguang looked exactly the sa as the one in the post office painting; his appearance hadn't changed.
However, eerily enough.
Yang Jian saw Zhang Xiangguang in the mory, and it seed Zhang Xiangguang in the mory also saw him, eerily staring at him standing on the bustling, old street.
But then.
In the mory, a large black dog erged from nowhere beside Yang Jian.
The Evil Hound growled and roared.
The Zhang Xiangguang in the mory returned to normal, and that eerie feeling disappeared.
"This guy is sowhat frightening..."
Yang Jian snapped back to reality, feeling a bit creepy.
Recalling the past, only to have soone from his mories eerily staring back at him.
If not for the Evil Hound stored in his mory, he might have suspected that stealing this mory from Boss He would lead to trouble.
Fortunately, the Evil Hound eliminated the threat, dispersing the hidden supernatural elent in the mories.
"So the person He Yuelian is connected to is Zhang Xiangguang. Just whether the one in the painting knows about it is unclear, but based on current insights, Zhang Xiangguang seems to know the secret of the ghost painting. It's just uncertain whether this guy is still alive after over twenty years."
Yang Jian mused to himself quietly.
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