In the old, abandoned neighborhood, Yang Jian stood beside a black coffin, lighting a ghostly white candle, silently waiting for the ghost to appear.
Today, he was going to collect the corpse of that Republic of China Period elder, ng Xiaodong.
If this hidden danger wasn't resolved, in the future, this ghost would inevitably cause a terrifying supernatural event.
As ti slowly passed, the white Ghost Candle continued to burn.
So movents began to manifest.
Yang Jian imdiately heard heavy footsteps coming from the dilapidated, uninhabited old residential building beside him, as if another long-deceased corpse was stirring to life again. Accompanied by these heavy footsteps, the surrounding air seed to grow even colder.
This chill was an illusion, a supernatural power so strong it began to affect human perception.
"In the building? No, there's another noise." Suddenly, Yang Jian's gaze shifted.
From a corner not far behind him, the sa heavy footsteps echoed, and besides that, there were sounds coming from the adjacent residential building as well...
"I see, after I left here, despite trying my best to seal off this area and build high walls, over the past year, so have been attacked by ng Xiaodong. Those unlucky people beca diums, increasing the number of ghosts in this region."
Upon hearing these movents, Yang Jian imdiately realized he wasn't facing just one ng Xiaodong, but many.
"But it doesn't matter, one or many, it's all the sa to , just not sure if one coffin can hold them all."
He glanced at the black coffin bearing a morial character, inwardly concerned whether it would be enough.
Soon enough.
In the dim corridor, an elder's figure appeared. This elder was full of wrinkles, with spots here and there, exuding a faint corpse scent, like a newly buried body that, for so reason, had resurrected.
However, the corpse wasn't decayed, as a terrifying supernatural force maintained the elder's pre-death appearance.
anwhile, behind Yang Jian, another eerie corpse appeared, resembling an elder, identical to the one coming out of the corridor.
Not just that, frightening elder silhouettes flickered by the windows of nearby buildings.
"After death, ng Xiaodong didn't seem to disassemble their supernatural elents. The resurgence of the ghost makes her a significant threat. If you don't want to suffer attacks from multiple ghosts, it's best to act first and not wait for all ghosts to gather before making a move." Though confident, Yang Jian didn't want to be overly complacent.
At this mont, he confronted the ghost erging from the corridor.
Yet to approach, Yang Jian already sensed a chilling aura enveloping him, as a blurry elder figure began to overlap with him, as though trying to replace him in this world.
Yang Jian ignored this supernatural invasion, rely taking a step forward. His body collided with that phantom silhouette, which imdiately underwent an unimaginably supernatural jolt, disappearing without a trace.
A touch from Yang Jian was almost equivalent to being hit by a spectral bus, further thwarted by his own Ghost Blood resisting other supernatural intrusions. ɽа𝐍Ȫ𝐁Ê𝒮
ng Xiaodong's Infinite Invasion no longer posed any threat to him.
In this situation, Yang Jian felt no surprise, rather it was expected. If he couldn't fend off such supernatural invasions now, what right did he have to end this supernatural era?
Facing the ghost, Yang Jian reached out to grasp ng Xiaodong's withered, icy wrist.
No unnecessary actions.
Yang Jian only wanted to see if, without relying on supernatural weapons, he could defeat the ghost before him.
The ghost halted imdiately upon contact, but its lifeless eyes continued to fix on him, not succumbing to silence as anticipated.
Yang Jian felt a sensation of wriggling from that withered arm, giving an illusion of escape, and as ti passed, the feeling intensified. If it continued, the ghost seed about to break free.
The supernatural struggle didn't end in a draw for the mont.
But Yang Jian had the upper hand for now.
"Just relying on the spectral bus isn't enough to immobilize ng Xiaodong, but what if I add Ghost Blood?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed. Then blood began to flow from where he grasped ng Xiaodong's wrist.
The flowing blood was bizarre; it didn't drip to the ground but extended along that withered arm, in a visible speed, staining the terrifying elder red.
As the blood coverage expanded, the sense of constraint facing Yang Jian vanished, and the ghost before him gradually subsided into silence.
When Ghost Blood entirely enveloped the elder's corpse, those terrifying eyes finally closed slowly.
ng Xiaodong fell completely silent.
"Ghost Blood combined with the bus's supernatural power can edge out ng Xiaodong and disregard her Infinite Invasion. By this calculation, among the top-tier ghost tars from the Republic of China Period, I might not be at the bottom, a middle rank shouldn't be a problem." Yang Jian mused to himself.
Although he's now only up against a single ng Xiaodong, not multiple ng Xiaodongs, and ng Xiaodong's replacent doll and ghostly puppet are of no use, he still has nine layers of Ghost Domain and infinite reset.
So, such an assessnt is not boasting, it's actually quite modest.
Picking up the now silent ghost, Yang Jian threw it into the black coffin and then closed the lid.
The black coffin seed like a natural container for imprisoning the ghost; once the ghost entered, it was as quiet as a dead body, making no noise.
"Besides this, there are eight other ghosts around... not too many in number." He then turned his ghostly eye.
The eight identical terrifying old n approached at that mont.
Yang Jian no longer held back; he picked up the red spear, used the supernatural weapon, quickly cleared off these ghosts, and then threw all the imprisoned ghosts into the black coffin.
After fitting in a total of nine ng Xiaodongs, he sealed the coffin completely.
"This coffin should be buried in the old forest outside that ancient house, next to Zhang Dong's grave." Yang Jian touched the cold black coffin, and this thought arose inexplicably.
The Blood Lake underfoot appeared again, swallowing the black coffin.
This ti, it could be considered he successfully collected the body for ng Xiaodong.
However, Yang Jian didn't leave in haste; he entered the old residential building in front of him and quickly went upstairs to room 301.
The door to the room was open, and the furniture inside was simple, arranged neatly, even after more than a year had passed. It was still clean, just a bit dusty, which gave it a sowhat desolate feeling.
Yang Jian walked into the once-perilous room 301, glanced around in the living room, and finally, his gaze fell on a canvas hanging on the wall.
The painting depicted a young, handso man dressed in the attire from the Republic of China period.
"It's a portrait of Zhang Dong," Yang Jian looked at the painting and sighed softly to himself.
It seems that in his youth, ng Xiaodong had a story with Zhang Dong too.
Unfortunately, ti is unforgiving, and the once-spirited two had beco resurrected ghosts, turned into two horrifying old corpses, one sitting in a Taishi Chair in the ancient house, the other lying in the black coffin.
He took the portrait, intending to use it as a burial item for ng Xiaodong.
Later, Yang Jian entered the room intending to take so of ng Xiaodong's relics, but he found signs that soone had been here before; many relics were missing, and he didn't see any supernatural items. Even the red wooden bed fra in the room had disappeared.
"Perhaps He Yiner and Li Leping ca here before," Yang Jian speculated in his heart.
With their strength, they could completely avoid ng Xiaodong and enter room 301 to take so things easily.
Since the room had been emptied, Yang Jian didn't stay long and turned to leave imdiately.
Before leaving, he cleared this old urban area, and also dismantled the walls surrounding it. With the Ghost Domain at hand, changing the landscape was a straightforward task. Of course, the purpose of demolition was also to alleviate the city's fear of this area. If those old houses were left, many people would still suspect the presence of ghosts here.
As the old houses and high walls disappeared mysteriously, the place beca a vast open space.
I believe that in a few years, new houses will be built on this empty land, forming a new neighborhood with new residents moving in.
As for the story of room 301, it can only be seen in Yang Jian's notes in the future.
"On to the next city,"
Yang Jian continued forward; he was clearing supernatural presences while also resolving so potential hazards.
Though not every city bore his footprints, at least the places his ghostly eye swept past were safe.
As his actions continued,
Soon, the headquarters and the current supernatural circle discovered that paranormal incidents across various places were decreasing at an unimaginable speed. At the sa ti, they realized that the legendary ghost-eye Yang Jian had returned, and he was cleansing the supernatural and stabilizing the situation. So believed that the chaotic supernatural era would soon end, and everything would return to the way it was before.
However, Wang Guoqiang at the headquarters understood that what Yang Jian was doing was rely treating the symptoms, not the root cause.
But even so, this temporary improvent in the situation allowed Wang Guoqiang to breathe a sigh of relief, and the reputation of the headquarters was once again spoken of.
"This Yang Jian truly lives up to being the last card left at the headquarters by Cao Yanhua and Wang Xiaoming. I really admire them, for being able to resolutely choose Yang Jian as the Enforcent Captain and entrust the entire headquarters to him in the environnt back then. At that ti, Yang Jian wasn't the best choice; there were several captains better than him."
At this mont, Wang Guoqiang realized the far-sightedness of Cao Yanhua and Wang Xiaoming back then.
If they had chosen the wrong person, the current situation would have already collapsed.
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