When Yang Jian walked out of the paper shop again, he had three paper figures and a female corpse behind him, and as a cost, he lost six yuan of Ghost Money.
Forty yuan, now only thirty-four yuan left.
The more you use Ghost Money, the less you have, and there's no way to replenish it. Yang Jian was thinking about how to gather a hundred yuan to repay Sister Hong, after all, that's a debt that cannot be dodged, it's the life purchase money of four Kings.
Upon returning to Ghost Street, Yang Jian found it a bit inconvenient to have one black and one white paper figure following him, so he simply sunk these two paper figures into Ghost Lake, intending to retrieve them after leaving here.
The reason for buying these two paper figures was he thought he might need sothing to guard the house.
At the entrance of the paper shop, these two paper figures looked quite good, so he thought of buying them to see if they were useful, especially since the discount earlier was quite tempting.
Besides, the risk wasn't too great to try.
After sending away the two paper figures, Yang Jian discovered that a black smoke unexpectedly started to rise from the beauty paper figure next to the female corpse, followed by a fla appearing on the paper figure.
Quickly.
The blaze rose, and the paper figure caught fire.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Yang Jian asked the female corpse.
A paper figure wouldn't ignite for no reason, and the cause of this fire undoubtedly has sothing to do with the female corpse.
The female corpse didn't respond but rather walked directly towards the burning paper figure.
The fla on the paper figure was intense, swiftly engulfing the female corpse.
Yang Jian suddenly saw a woman's figure struggling in agony within the flas, crying out as if enduring imnse pain. However, after a while, another female figure appeared in the flas. Yet, unlike the first, this figure seed calm, standing motionless.
However, soon, the struggling figure gradually also beca calm, and eventually, the two figures started to rge, finally becoming one, indistinguishable from each other.
The fla was intense but extinguished rapidly, diminishing swiftly in only a mont.
However, at the sa ti, the figure within the flas beca increasingly clear.
Finally, the flas completely died out, leaving a pile of black ashes on the ground, and standing in the middle of the ashes was a woman.
This woman was precisely the female corpse.
However, the female corpse that re-erged from the flas had undergone so significant changes, though her appearance and figure remained the sa, there was now an aura of the living... the aura of life.
Originally a cold and lifeless corpse seed to have co back to life after being burned by the flas ignited by the paper figure.
"It seems that the beauty paper figure was a piece of the female corpse's puzzle, and burning the paper figure was a ans to release the supernatural within. Before, I bought a paper boat from a paper shop, and by igniting it, a real wooden boat was released onto Ghost Lake." Yang Jian's eyes slightly moved, quickly understanding the female corpse's intention.
Yet Yang Jian found it sowhat puzzling, how did the female corpse so precisely know that her other half of the puzzle was in Ghost Street of Taiping Town?
He even vaguely felt that the female corpse deliberately placed her other piece of the puzzle in the paper shop, just to retrieve it upon her resurrection one day.
While pondering briefly, the female corpse had opened her eyes.
At this mont, the female corpse's eyes no longer appeared empty or dull, but rather conveyed the expression of a living person.
It seed as if sothing missing had been completed, making her whole being more intact.
"I… am really alive again." The female corpse murmured, her tone revealing a few traces of surprise.
It was as if she hadn't even anticipated that she would be able to co back to life and reappear in this world one day.
"It seems that the present you is the real you." Yang Jian said. .
The female corpse looked at Yang Jian, frowning slightly, seemingly recalling sothing while observing him.
"What are you looking at?" Yang Jian asked calmly.
"I didn't expect you to be so young." The female corpse sighed, "And that I would trust such a young person, knowing that resurrecting is a difficult task, even in the old days of the supernatural circle it was extrely hard to achieve, let alone in this era now." Р𝓪𐌽ȫBƐṩ
"Perhaps that's just my luck."
"I have other matters to attend to, no ti to listen to your sentints." Yang Jian didn't want further delay, seeing the female corpse restored with her puzzle pieces, imdiately turned and headed deeper into Ghost Street.
But the newly awakened female corpse remained still where she stood.
"What's wrong? Want to default on the agreent after being resurrected?" Yang Jian turned and said.
"No, I didn't intend to breach the contract, I want you to give a piece of clothing, the clothes on are ruined."
The female corpse slowly raised her hand, with just a slight movent, the already tattered clothes disintegrated, turning directly into a pile of fragnts.
Evidently, with the female corpse's puzzle complete and her supernatural changes, so external objects also couldn't maintain their previous state anymore.
"Here you go."
Yang Jian reached out his hand, and with the supernatural appearance of the Deceiving Ghost, a piece of clothing materialized out of thin air, which he then tossed over.
"Thank you." The female corpse received the clothing and quickly changed into it.
"No need to thank . As I said before, this is mutually beneficial. I help you resurrect and gather all the pieces of the puzzle; afterward, you have to help deal with supernatural events." Yang Jian reminded again, "If you break the agreent, from that mont on, we are enemies. Although I know you're not simple, taking you down shouldn't be a problem."
"This is not a threat, it's a warning."
After Yang Jian spoke, he opened his ghost eye and looked at her again.
"I understand, but don't worry, I won't break the agreent. The promise I made when I was unclear-minded still holds," the female corpse said earnestly.
Yang Jian nodded and continued to move forward.
The female corpse closely followed behind at this mont.
She had just awakened and was still unaware of many things, unfamiliar with this era, which caused her to fall into prolonged contemplation.
However, the more she thought, the more confused she beca.
She realized she seed to have awakened far too late... so late that she already missed an entire era. The current supernatural circle was completely different, totally transford from the period she knew, and her relatives and friends were certainly all gone, at most leaving behind a few descendants.
"By the way, what's your na? I don't have your information in my mory." After long contemplation, the woman decided to quickly familiarize herself with this era, and she looked at Yang Jian walking ahead.
"My na is Yang Jian. What about yours?" Yang Jian casually started the conversation.
"?" The woman fell silent again, "I used to be called... Lin Yunhui, but now that na seems aningless. I've slumbered for an era, and I want a new na."
She wanted a fresh start, as she had co back to life and didn't want to carry her past burdens anymore.
"A na is just a label; changing it doesn't an much. You must have been active during the Republic of China Period, but almost everyone from that era is dead; who still knows Lin Yunhui?" Yang Jian said.
"Makes sense. I won't change my na then." Lin Yunhui pondered for a while, finally nodded, and didn't dwell on changing her na.
Yang Jian chatted idly with this woman nad Lin Yunhui as they walked.
"Why was your corpse on the Ghost Ship, and why was the other half of the puzzle left at the Paper Shop?" Suddenly, Yang Jian asked a rather significant question.
Lin Yunhui replied, "I don't know why my body was on the Ghost Ship. I just knew I was about to have a ghost resurrection, and I had no solutions to deal with it. I sought help from many people and finally heard about a place called Ghost Street in Taiping Town. People said there might be thods there to solve ghost resurrection."
"After arriving at Ghost Street in Taiping Town, I did find so solutions to the ghost resurrection issue. Near the Paper Shop I was just at, I rember there was also a Chinese dicine store, and the owner could sell a kind of Chinese dicine that delayed ghost resurrection."
"Chinese dicine?" Yang Jian's expression shifted; he still had a packet of Chinese dicine, given to him by an elder from the Republic of China Period.
And could the dicine shop owner Lin Yunhui encountered be the sa person?
"Why didn't you take that packet of Chinese dicine?" Yang Jian asked.
Lin Yunhui said, "Because the dicine shop owner wouldn't sell it to . He said I had no potential and didn't deserve to take the dicine."
Yang Jian calmly said, "It seems that the owner's temperant was quite domineering when he was young."
From this, he could deduce that the dicine shop owner Lin Yunhui spoke of was the sa elder from the Republic of China that he knew.
That elder from the Republic of China spent a lifeti waiting for the ergence of a variable.
And his willingness to give Yang Jian three packets of Chinese dicine was surely not without reason; he must have seen so potential in Yang Jian. If this dicine shop owner handed out dicine to everyone, even the most generous couldn't withstand such demands, so he likely only gave or sold dicine to those he deed potential ghost wielders.
After all, a one-in-a-million variable is unlikely to appear in soone without any potential.
So Lin Yunhui's strength in the supernatural circle during the Republic of China Period was not in the top tier, more like moderate.
But after slumbering for several decades and resolving the ghost resurrection issue, Lin Yunhui might not be the sa anymore.
"You couldn't buy the dicine, so you chose the coffin in the Coffin Shop? That coffin indeed suppresses ghost resurrection when you sleep in it," Yang Jian said.
Lin Yunhui said, "Yes, that was the third thod I found... The only downside is that buying a coffin was too expensive, and at the ti, I couldn't scrape together the money, so I had to sell myself to the Paper Shop; technically speaking, I sold half of myself."
"Sell half of yourself?" Yang Jian's expression shifted.
"Yes, it's a desperate asure. If I could solve the ghost resurrection problem and co back to life, I could figure out a way to retrieve my other half from the Paper Shop. At that ti, there were still so friends in the supernatural circle; even pooling money to buy back my paper figurine wouldn't be an issue, but the situation was urgent at that point, and I had no other choice."
"If I couldn't solve my ghost resurrection problem, then nothing mattered."
"A gamble, but a justified one." Yang Jian nodded, thinking Lin Yunhui made the right decision back then.
If you can't even survive, nothing else matters.
Plus, having any solution when facing ghost resurrection is fortunate enough; there's no ti to be picky.
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