The struggle between Ye Zhen and Wang Chaling was at a stalemate.
The forr wanted to keep fighting, while the latter wanted to more or less call it quits, unwilling to risk his life. However, things weren't up to Wang Chaling—if Ye Zhen didn't retreat, he had no choice but to keep going with him.
At this mont, Yang Jian was rely an ordinary onlooker, a bystander.
He sat in a food stall, sipping on cola and eating seafood and skewers, as if he hadn't seen their conflict at all.
He even felt like taking a leisurely stroll in Dadong City.
However, the direction of his stroll was sowhat peculiar, and before long, he found himself on an old road, sparsely populated, with dim streetlights and lush, ancient trees lining either side, exuding a sense of the passage of ti.
And beside such an old road stood an old mansion from the Republic of China Period.
The mansion was dim, its iron gate tightly shut, long uninhabited, seemingly abandoned for a while.
Yet, the abandoned mansion was not dilapidated; though old, the structure was quite intact, with undamaged walls and a roof with no leaks. With a bit of cleaning and painting, it could even be habitable.
However, the mansion was sowhat eerie, and even if people passed by, they would only glance at it briefly and dare not venture in.
But to Yang Jian, it went completely ignored.
He slurped the cola in his hand and walked toward the mansion, and the iron gate before him swung open with a bang.
"Since I'm idle anyway, might as well take a stroll inside."
Yang Jian walked in alone, wanting to see if the pendulum clock inside the mansion was still there.
As soon as he stepped into the vicinity of the mansion, so eerie changes began to occur.
In the yard, which had been empty, there suddenly appeared many coffins—so very old and peeling, while others were relatively new, showing no signs of wear.
These coffins held no abnormalities; inside lay normal corpses.
"There are many ghosts in the mansion, trapped at different ti points by the pendulum clock. So, while the mansion appears calm, it carries a certain danger, and it's best to avoid entering through the main gate to avoid getting caught in the pendulum clock curse."
Yang Jian jumped in through a window.
The hall of the mansion was spacious and dry. Though covered in dust, it wasn't damp. However, a chilly aura lingered in the air, persistent and unshakeable.
But as soon as he stepped in, he saw a peculiar figure standing in the middle of the hall.
It was a middle-aged man, expressionless and numb, like a corpse.
"This is Wang Chaling's father, Wang Lu."
Yang Jian squinted slightly, recognizing the man; no, he was no longer a man but a fierce ghost.
"Wang Chaling has been ticulous, even placing his father inside the mansion as a constant guard. Is he afraid soone will target the pendulum clock, or is he worried about soone else occupying this place, so he put a ghost here to warn others?" he speculated.
"Wait, so with his father placed here, does it an only his grandpa, grandma, and mother are fighting with Ye Zhen?"
"In that case, even with Ye Zhen facing off against three ghosts alone, he still can't win, and Wang Chaling doesn't even need to use all his ghosts."
"The gap between them is quite significant," Yang Jian observed.
"Therefore, to deal with Wang Chaling, you can't fight the ghosts beside him head-on. Once his grandparents appear, which ghost-wielder in the paranormal circle dares say they'll win? The only option is to bypass those two ghosts and target Wang Chaling himself."
Then, Yang Jian finished his cola and tossed the can at the fierce ghost before him.
Bang!
The can hit the ghost's head and bounced aside.
The ghost seed to react, twisting its neck to look at Yang Jian, but did nothing.
"Still not planning to attack ?" Yang Jian, seeing this, ignored the ghost and walked deeper into the mansion.
He had so of Chen Qiaoyang's mories and knew the layout of the mansion.
He even knew the location of the pendulum clock.
But though he knew the correct location, he didn't know the correct ti.
Soon.
He arrived at a place in the mansion.
It wasn't a hidden place, just a corner of the corridor.
Yang Jian stopped, staring at the wall.
Even though the wall was bare, he knew the real pendulum clock was at this spot, just not at this current point in ti, but existing in the past.
However, once the pendulum clock restarts, it can only run for half an hour, and its effect is limited to within the mansion.
But to find it, Yang Jian must also restart, though the ti is uncertain; it might take a minute, ten minutes, or half an hour...because he didn't know which ti point the clock was hidden, requiring constant trial and error. "I can do a range restart by activating the Eight Layer Ghost Domain, but the first ti I activated the Eight Layer Ghost Domain, I borrowed an old corpse to suppress the ghost eye and could restart for nearly half an hour. The second ti at the Caesar Hotel, it only lasted a few minutes. In my current state, obtaining the pendulum clock is challenging."
"The cost is too high, not worth it."
Yang Jian thought for a mont, shook his head slightly.
He could take it, but the cost was too high, and taking it now for no good reason would be temporarily useless.
However, water stains began to seep beneath his feet.
He wanted to leave the Ghost Lake's supernatural presence at this right spot, making it convenient to appear here at any ti in the future, avoiding the need to run to Dadong City, alerting Wang Chaling and arousing suspicion.
After all, if Wang Chaling really wanted to stop it, it would still be quite troubleso.
After leaving wet footprints, Yang Jian didn't linger and turned to leave.
But as soon as he turned around, he saw a strange middle-aged man standing in the hallway not far away, looking this way with a numb expression, watching everything unfold.
"Wang Lu, how many years have you been dead? Now your son can't even hold onto this old house. Why not leave it to ? Let help him guard it, so he doesn't ruin it and make a ss of things, forcing soone to clean up after him."
Yang Jian said expressionlessly.
"You surely understood the aning of 'a treasure is a cri' when you were alive."
The long-dead Wang Lu, now transford into a vengeful spirit lingering in the old house, didn't respond to Yang Jian's words. However, after Yang Jian finished speaking, he no longer stood there and slowly walked away in another direction.
It seed it understood what Yang Jian said.
Or maybe this ghost retained a little consciousness from its life?
Yang Jian didn't dwell on this issue and walked out of the old house.
He checked the ti.
It was already ten o'clock.
The old house behind him reached the ti for another reset, and the ticking of a pendulum clock echoed in the empty, old building.
Yang Jian, unconcerned, just glanced slightly at the distant Ning'an Building; "I've finished my walk, yet they're not done fighting? If this drags on, I won't get to sleep tonight, and I have a ton of things to handle tomorrow."
"Never mind, I should probably hurry them along. It should be about ti now."
He noticed that the top floor of Ning'an Building was still in darkness and knew that the supernatural duel wasn't over yet, with Ye Zhen still at a disadvantage.
His grand display of brilliance still hadn't appeared.
After so thought, the ghost eye on his forehead opened, and a beam of red light shone towards the distant building.
In the next mont.
He disappeared from where he stood.
anwhile.
In the dim, cold, blood and stench-filled upper floors of Ning'an Building.
Ye Zhen held a bent and deford longsword, his hands bloody and battered, covered in blood, and let out a sigh of resignation: "This battle, I, Ye, have lost. Wang Chaling, you win. In the supernatural world, I'm willing to call you second, only beneath Yang Wudi."
He finally admitted defeat.
The two black-and-white vengeful spirits before him were like insurmountable abysses, even he couldn't contend with them.
In Ye Zhen's words, he fought to madness, pushed to the limit, but still couldn't deal with these two spirits.
Wang Chaling, although not taking action, was also drenched in cold sweat. He clearly saw how desperately Ye Zhen fought, and the more he fought, the harder it was for his grandparents to handle this guy. Towards the end, Ye Zhen beca harder to kill.
Even the last ti, he felt his heart pounding, fearing this Ye Zhen's vengeful spirit revival might surpass the terror of the ghostly forms of his grandparents.
But, fortunately, he finally chose to stop.
"Strictly speaking, it's not who won against you, it's my grandparents who defeated you. They were ghost tars during the Republic of China Period, lived a long ti, ventured far on the road of taming vengeful spirits, and now in death, they're even more terrifying. The fact you could stand against them two to one is already remarkable. Any further, and in the supernatural realm, there's truly no one who could be your opponent."
Wang Chaling said.
However, he had a different thought in his heart.
If ever Ye Zhen truly had the mont to triumph over his grandparents, he wouldn't hesitate to pull out the Coffin Nail and pin Ye Zhen down, never allowing such a significant threat to exist.
Fortunately, this did not happen.
"There's no need to explain so much. Losing is losing. I, Ye, am not soone who can't accept defeat."
Ye Zhen then laughed heartily: "But this battle today has taught much. I've seen a new path. After so cultivation, I will surely rise again and sweep away all foes."
He was full of confidence, and it wasn't just boastful talk.
He truly learned a lot while battling an invincible vengeful spirit.
"We haven't beco enemies yet," Wang Chaling said.
"You have the strength to beco a formidable enemy; that's enough."
Ye Zhen said: "I'm heading back to Dahai City. Today's lesson, I, Ye, will forever rember."
With that, he turned and left.
Walking away decisively, without a hint of hesitation.
"This madman..."
Wang Chaling finally breathed a sigh of relief. His whole body was so tense he almost collapsed, the cold sweat never stopped flowing.
He glanced at his grandparents by his side.
The terrifying vengeful spirits still bore traces of cracks on their bodies. Although these cracks were slowly disappearing, thick, blackened blood continued to flow down.
Luckily, ghosts can't be killed.
Sustaining so damage isn't a big deal; they will recover soon enough.
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