The familiar room, the familiar people.
In the dead of night, Yang Jian stood in the room looking out the window, narrating the series of recent events.
All of this seed like a story — thrilling, terrifying, exciting... but even more fascinating than a story, because this existed in reality, and Yang Jian was the protagonist of this story, recounting everything he had experienced.
Yang Jian's narration was detailed, detailed to every single aspect, making listeners feel as if they were there themselves.
anwhile, Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin were sitting at the desk, continuously recording everything with pens.
The rustling sound of writing echoed in the quiet room.
The two remained silent, focusing on their work.
The more they recorded, the deeper their understanding of the supernatural world beca. It was precisely because of this understanding that they felt constantly anxious and fearful, wondering if they knew too many secrets, and whether Yang Jian might alter their mories one day, or simply silence them.
Sotis they even thought they might have already had their mories altered.
Yet, Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin inwardly yearned for Yang Jian to alter their mories, because perhaps only in that way could they peacefully embrace this rare 'happiness'.
Yang Jian's story extended into the deep night.
And so did their recordings.
The content of the two thick notebooks represented Yang Jian's life experiences; he had never touched those notebooks, nor had he ever checked whether Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin's recordings contained any mistakes.
"Finished recording?" Yang Jian asked.
"Finished." Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin rubbed their sore arms.
Yang Jian said, "There were quite a few events this ti, with many details involved. It's normal for the content to be a bit lengthy. You can rest now; I have other matters to attend to."
"Aren't you going to rest?" Jiang Yan paused for a mont, "It's so late, and you finally ca back this ti."
"I need to return to Dazhou City to retrieve sothing left behind. Tomorrow I have to deal with the Black Umbrella, and then I need to figure out a way to solve my own ghost revival issue. I have eight days left until the ghost revival." Yang Jian gazed at the brightly lit city in the distance.
"I have a lot to do, but not much ti left. I don't know if I can survive this ti like before."
"You definitely can, I believe in you," Jiang Yan said confidently.
Yang Jian nodded, and then his figure gradually blurred until he completely vanished from the room.
"He's gone," Zhang Liqin said with a hint of disappointnt in her voice.
"Don't worry, no matter how many tis he leaves, he will always co back in the end, because this is his ho," Jiang Yan said.
At the sa ti.
Having quietly left Dachang City, Yang Jian returned to Dazhou City once again.
It was that familiar place.
Only the surrounding environnt was vastly different; there was no Ghost Ship, no malevolent spirits, only the bustling scene of a vibrant city.
Yang Jian stood on the open space in front of a building, with many pedestrians passing by and so young people and children playing, completely unaware that just a day before, this place was a deathly silence, filled with terror and despair.
"To deal with the Black Umbrella, I must retrieve my supernatural weapon, but it's in the ancient house, right next to Zhang Dong. If I directly break the boundary between reality and the supernatural, there's a chance that Zhang Dong, revived as a ghost, might attack and kill . If Zhang Dong escapes from the ancient house into reality, that's an even bigger trouble."
Yang Jian began to ponder.
He must think of a better way to retrieve the item.
Using the twelve hundred Water Ghosts in Ghost Lake?
No, the number doesn't matter; as soon as they enter the ancient house, they would be annihilated by Zhang Dong, revived as a ghost, disappearing instantly.
"I cannot rely on supernatural powers to retrieve my item; using a living person is best. Although they might be annihilated after entering the ancient house, they might not necessarily be targeted by Zhang Dong."
Yang Jian decided to make an attempt.
He moved to a less crowded area and directly used the Deceiving Ghost's supernatural powers, coupled with the Ghost Shadow's mory-modifying ability, to resurrect soone who had long been dead.
Soon, this person opened their eyes and woke up.
"Yang Jian, it's you again?" Wang Shan rubbed his head, "So I've been resurrected again? How many tis have I died now? What do you want to do this ti?"
"Everything you need to do is in your mind, try to recall it," Yang Jian said expressionlessly.
Yes, that's right, Yang Jian had resurrected Wang Shan once again.
The reason for choosing Wang Shan was simply because he was easier to use, nothing more.
"Alright, I got it, go to the ancient house and retrieve your supernatural weapon. I'll try as best as I can, but you'll at least prepare a ladder for , right? Otherwise, how do I get out of the ancient house after I get the item? I'm not a ghost handler and don't have supernatural powers," Wang Shan said.
"No need, you'll die inside anyway. I'll be at the top of the courtyard to intercept, just throw out the item once you get it. The most I can give you is a glow stick," Yang Jian said.
"It's another death mission," Wang Shan sighed.
Yang Jian said, "Stop wasting ti, just go in."
With that, he stepped forward and gave Wang Shan a push.
Wang Shan stumbled forward a few steps, and the world around him abruptly changed. In just an instant, he left Dazhou City and entered a supernatural place.
It was a dim and chilly world, surrounded by a dense old forest, with a Chinese-style wooden old house situated in the middle.
Now, Wang Shan stood inside this old house.
He took a glance back.
The door behind was tightly shut, seeming impossible to open. Though the courtyard walls were not high, they couldn't be climbed over. The only exit from this ancient house was the courtyard, but right in front of it was the grand hall, where the most ferocious ghost in the supernatural circle currently sat on that black Taishi Chair in the middle of the hall.
If it were the normal Wang Shan, he would surely try to escape at this mont, but it was impossible to help Yang Jian pick up things.
However, with his mory now altered, Yang Jian's mission had beco his whole life, and he must complete it no matter what.
"Reviving once isn't easy, better not die after just a few steps." Wang Shan murmured as he quickly walked towards the depths of the ancient house, holding up the glow stick that Yang Jian had left for him for illumination.
Walking within the gloomy ancient house, he didn't seem afraid at all.
After all, no matter whether the mission is completed or not, Wang Shan would die here, so he might as well act boldly.
"Can't see , can't see ..." Wang Shan murmured to himself as he had already reached the courtyard.
Here was the only place in the ancient house with light; it was visible without the need for illumination, and here he saw an old wooden ship's wheel, but it wasn't the target, so Wang Shan didn't pay much attention and instead focused in front.
Because the hall shrouded in darkness ahead was the most dangerous area. .
Wang Shan did not hesitate. He almost ran towards the hall.
The light from the glow stick provided so visibility.
Wang Shan saw things falling on the ground.
It was a wooden spear broken into two sections, with the red paint peeling off, looking very ordinary, with nothing special about it.
But this was Yang Jian's ghostly weapon.
Without thinking, Wang Shan had already run over and picked up a broken piece of the weapon.
But at that mont, Wang Shan's peripheral vision caught sight of the black Taishi Chair beside him.
On that Taishi Chair, a terrifying old corpse, dead for many days, slowly turned its head.
"Ah, it's over."
Wang Shan said, and then his body stiffened, and a terrifying supernatural force irrationally wiped out his body.
This body created by the supernatural left not even a trace, disappearing completely.
The only thing left inside the ancient house was that glow stick emitting light.
But at the last mont when Wang Shan was wiped out.
The half-segnt spear was thrown out, but unfortunately, due to lack of ti to exert more force, it was only thrown a few ters away.
This scene was glimpsed by Yang Jian in reality through the Ghost Eye, but very soon, due to strong supernatural interference, the vision disappeared again.
"It was sowhat useful; the supernatural aura possessed by the resurrected Wang Shan was so weak, barely enough to disturb the resurrected Zhang Dong, though it would eventually be detected, at least there was so action ti before being thoroughly killed, and even though that ti wasn't enough to take out the spear, if it was repeated several tis, throwing the spear to the courtyard could succeed."
"Besides, if Wang Shan wore a specially made suit made of gold, he could retrieve the weapon without alarming Zhang Dong, but I don't have ti to make that thing now, so let's complete it by relay, this won't take much ti,"
Yang Jian then used the supernatural of the Deceiving Ghost again.
Soon.
Wang Shan, holding the second glow stick, appeared again at the entrance of the ancient house.
"The second ti, I'm back. This ti just set the target smaller, throwing that half-segnt spear to the courtyard would be considered a success." The resurrected Wang Shan acted again.
Because of the previous reason, this ti Wang Shan successfully got the half-segnt spear, and just when he was about to throw it out, his body began disappearing at an unbelievable speed.
"I died again."
This was the last thought in Wang Shan's mind, but the half-segnt spear was still thrown out, and it was much closer to the courtyard this ti.
In less than ten seconds.
A new Wang Shan holding a glow stick appeared again.
"Haha, I succeeded."
The third Wang Shan quickly died, but before dying, he brought the half-segnt spear to the courtyard.
This allowed the fourth Wang Shan to successfully throw the half-segnt spear out of the courtyard after picking it up.
anwhile, in reality, Yang Jian was responsible for the reception. At the mont Wang Shan threw it out, he broke the boundary between reality and the supernatural, directly reaching out to catch that half-segnt spear.
"Halfway there, keep it up." Yang Jian said, looking at the half-segnt wooden spear in his hand.
After leaving the influence of Zhang Dong, the spear began to seep gradually with blood, staining the spear as if it were painted with a layer of red paint.
The fifth, sixth, seventh...with each resurrection and death of Wang Shan.
At last, the half-segnt spear was successfully brought back, albeit leaving a pile of glow sticks inside the ancient house.
"Got it done; not bad, it didn't take too long, only took about ten minutes." Yang Jian said to himself as he pieced the two segnts of the fragnted spear together.
As the blood covered it, the broken red spear directly restored to its original appearance.
Then he took out the Coffin Nail from the Ghost Lake and placed it on top.
The ghostly weapon belonging to Yang Jian was once again reappeared.
Having completed his purpose, Yang Jian imdiately left Dazhou City, and Wang Shan was not resurrected again.
If there is a similar matter next ti, Yang Jian will still let him revive.
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