Yang Jian didn't expect that after Ye Zhen disappeared for half a year, he didn't do anything; he just stayed alone in Fushou Garden in a state of despondency, and judging by his appearance, he seed to have suffered a significant blow.
He just didn't understand what kind of blow could turn Ye Zhen into this.
"You don't seem like your old self at all; the supernatural era has already arrived. You should pull yourself together and return; there are many things waiting for you to do."
"And you've been in this state long enough; if you continue like this, you might really beco useless."
Yang Jian tried to persuade him with a few words.
Ye Zhen continued to slouch on the sofa, unmoving, speaking weakly, "Being useless is sotis quite nice. I'm done for; don't try to persuade . Just assu Ye Zhen died in the confrontation with the King Organization."
"From now on, in the supernatural circle, there will only be you, Yang Jian, and no more Ye Zhen."
"What happened to you? Maybe I can help if you tell ." Yang Jian continued.
He didn't want to see such a top-tier ghost handler leave the supernatural circle, especially in a ti when soone like Ye Zhen would add a asure of stability.
"I'm fine, nothing happened. I just suddenly rembered so past events," Ye Zhen said as he reached for a snack beside the sofa.
But the snack was a bit too far. Ye Zhen's hand couldn't reach it, so he sighed, retracted his hand, and changed position to continue lying there.
"The things of the past have already happened. What's the point of being despondent now?" Yang Jian asked.
"That's my business; don't say anything more. Just go, this era needs you, not a useless person like . Just let lie here and rot," Ye Zhen weakly waved his hand and said.
Yang Jian wasn't soone who liked persuading others, and seeing Ye Zhen speak like this, he didn't say much more.
He could also see that Ye Zhen had a knot in his heart. If Ye Zhen didn't untie it, he really might waste his life away here in Fushou Garden and eventually find a random place to bury himself.
"Do as you please. I just ca to Dahai City for a visit. Since you're still alive and nothing is happening here in Dahai City, I should be on my way," Yang Jian said.
Ye Zhen didn't respond, as if he had fallen asleep.
Yang Jian turned around and walked a few steps when he felt sothing under the pile of trash at his feet.
When he moved it aside, it turned out to be Ye Zhen's supernatural weapon, that special long sword.
Yang Jian picked up the long sword and then drew it to take a look.
Imdiately.
A terrifying fatal curse appeared directly.
But for the current Yang Jian, such a fatal curse was no longer enough to kill him; even Luo Wensong's kind of cumulative fatal curse couldn't completely harm him.
The rusty long sword was twisted and misshapen, but it was still clear to see that one side of the sword was engraved with the character "Zhen," obviously representing Ye Zhen.
However, the other side of the sword was engraved with the character "Wu," presumably to commorate his deceased subordinate, Ah Wu. .
Ah Wu was considered Ye Zhen's guide into the supernatural circle and was also responsible for Dahai City in the past, having a ntor-and-friend relationship with Ye Zhen.
Unfortunately, Ah Wu ended up dying at the hands of the King Organization.
The long sword returned to its sheath, and the fatal supernatural curse disappeared.
Yang Jian casually threw it, and the long sword flew out and embedded itself in the nearby wall.
"You just sleep well."
Yang Jian's voice rang out again.
Then Ye Zhen only heard footsteps gradually moving further away, until eventually, he couldn't hear them at all. However, at the sa ti, his eyelids grew heavier, and an irresistible drowsiness overwheld him.
He didn't resist this drowsiness but instead yawned and settled into a more comfortable position to sleep.
However, after Ye Zhen fell asleep, Yang Jian did not leave. He just stood not far from the sofa, watching him.
"I really want to know what kind of incident could make this Ye Zhen so depressed," Yang Jian thought to himself.
Earlier, he used the supernatural power of the Ghost Dream to draw Ye Zhen into the Ghost Dream World.
The world in the dream would be woven into a real dream according to Ye Zhen's mories.
Yang Jian also followed him into the dream.
Entering the dream.
Yang Jian found himself in an old nursing ho in Dahai City.
Sothing significant must have happened here that left Ye Zhen with lifelong mories, because everything here in the dream was constructed with utmost realism.
Yang Jian observed from hiding with the Evil Hound.
At this mont, Ye Zhen was like soone who had lost his mory, as if he had returned to the past, with no awareness that this was the Ghost Dream World, because the supernatural power of the Ghost Dream had shielded a portion of his mories.
Previously, Yang Jian couldn't do this, but in the past six months since his slumber, his mastery over the Ghost Dream supernatural power had deepened significantly, allowing him to manipulate the dreamscape more precisely.
He could even make the dream overlap with reality, making it impossible for those entering the dream to distinguish between dream and reality.
Soon.
Yang Jian saw a bus approaching from a distance, then stopping in front of the nursing ho.
Soon.
Young students were getting off the bus one after another.
Ye Zhen was among them.
Yang Jian noticed a petite and lively girl chatting with Ye Zhen, urging him to get off quickly; they seed very close.
Ye Zhen still looked confused, as if he was not quite used to the Ghost Dream World, but the girl's calls eventually brought him back to his senses.
"Ye Zhen is still an ordinary person, he's not even a ghost handler yet," Yang Jian thought to himself.
Through their conversations, he learned that these students were volunteering at this nursing ho to care for the elderly. The girl close to Ye Zhen was nad Feng Sisi, whom Ye Zhen had known for a long ti—they were childhood friends.
Although Yang Jian could control the supernatural of the ghost dream, he didn't directly handle it; the real handler was the Evil Hound next to him. Therefore, he couldn't directly access all the information in the Ghost Dream World, and he had to observe slowly.
The story in the dream unfolded.
Ye Zhen and a group of male classmates discovered a box while cleaning an abandoned building.
And so the nightmare began.
The box contained a corpse, or rather, a fierce ghost—the Scapegoat Ghost that Ye Zhen would later control.
The group of students tried to open the box, and terrifying things happened.
The supernatural power of the Scapegoat Ghost seeped out, causing all their actions to transfer to others.
As a result, people at the nursing ho started dying one after another.
Ye Zhen noticed the box's oddities and tried to destroy the corpse by setting the box on fire.
However, this only resulted in people around him being burned to death.
Ye Zhen even witnessed Feng Sisi dying right in front of him.
At the sa ti, Ye Zhen realized that his actions with the corpse had caused others' deaths, leading him to collapse and jump off the building with the corpse.
This accidental act allowed Ye Zhen to control the Scapegoat Ghost.
Everyone around was dead, leaving only Ye Zhen and the Scapegoat Ghost.
Moreover, Ye Zhen and the Scapegoat Ghost fell together.
This accidental event turned him into a ghost handler...
"So that's how it was." Yang Jian understood Ye Zhen's painful experience.
However, the incident happened quite so ti ago, so Ye Zhen shouldn't be defeated until now.
As the dream continued, Yang Jian finally understood.
After Ye Zhen passed out, he was saved by Ah Wu, who was the head of Dahai City at the ti. It seed Ah Wu sensed the supernatural aura and rushed over, but he didn't see the ghost; what he saw was Ye Zhen, the ghost handler.
That's how the two got acquainted. Upon waking, Ye Zhen still couldn't accept the reality and was nearly collapsing.
Ah Wu used his supernatural power to make Ye Zhen forget that mory.
Ye Zhen only rembered he liked drinking milk because Feng Sisi, the girl, advised him to drink it often to grow taller.
Yet, Ye Zhen actually didn't like milk.
"Ah Wu is dead, and the supernatural influence he had on Ye Zhen disappeared, allowing Ye Zhen's buried mories to resurface, which is why he beca so dejected." At that mont, Yang Jian understood everything.
He then pondered how to help Ye Zhen recover.
There were three ways.
Firstly, to erase or alter that part of his mory, just as Ah Wu did.
Secondly, to change the tragic ending in the dream, but Yang Jian couldn't change reality; Ye Zhen would still find out the truth afterward.
Thirdly, to resurrect the girl nad Feng Sisi.
After so thought, Yang Jian chose none of the thods; instead, he took Ah Wu's place, not erasing Ye Zhen's mory, but guiding him.
"It's not your fault; all of this was caused by the supernatural. As long as the supernatural exists, such events will continue to happen."
Yet Ye Zhen still couldn't accept it, remaining in pain.
Yang Jian understood; after all, Ye Zhen indirectly killed the girl he liked and watched her die tragically. Such an experience was hellish, and erging from this shadow wasn't easy.
Yang Jian didn't again beco Ah Wu to guide him, allowing him to continue suffering in the Ghost Dream World.
After all, ti heals all wounds, and he hoped Ye Zhen would eventually co to terms with it and let it all go.
Only then could he beco stronger.
If Yang Jian opted to alter his mory or used so trickery to motivate him, Ye Zhen would never genuinely mature.
In the Ghost Dream World, even ti could be affected. Though Ye Zhen seed to have just taken a nap, he had actually been there day after day.
"Resolve this inner turmoil whenever you're ready, and then wake up."
Yang Jian left the Ghost Dream World; he didn't want to wait there any longer as he had other matters to attend to.
So he quietly left the villa and Fushou Garden.
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