Five days ago, in a certain hospital in Dachang City, a leading expert conducted an examination on Yang Jian’s body.
"Your body is in a very unusual condition, with various bodily functions gradually deteriorating, and so areas even showing signs of necrosis. If you were an average person, you should have already been lying in the ergency room by now, yet you are still able to maintain an extrely healthy level of activity. This can no longer be described as so sort of dical miracle; it can only be attributed to the uniqueness of people like you."
"However, this situation will not continue indefinitely. If this trend of disease progress continues, your body will sooner or later completely collapse."
Upon hearing such a diagnosis, Yang Jian was not surprised but responded calmly, "How long can I maintain my current condition?"
"It’s hard to say, maybe three months at the least, up to six months, or even a year," the expert was unable to provide a specific tiline.
"I see."
Yang Jian confird his previous suspicion that his body was eroding.
Because the resurrection from death was not thorough, and with the presence of a ghost inside his body, ordinary human flesh and blood could not sustain his current state for long.
However, the bodies of ghost controllers always had so sort of problem, just like Feng Quan, whose body was almost completely necrotic, and his insides were stuffed full of grave soil... Yet he was still alive, bizarrely existing in this world.
But Yang Jian knew that the ghost inside his own body was not the sa as Feng Quan’s.
Once his condition no longer satisfied the Headless Ghost Shadow, the innate impulse to change bodies would grow stronger and stronger, until it affected his own thinking, or even resulted in the ghost’s resurrection.
"With the resources currently at my disposal, it is definitely not enough to support changing into a ghost’s body. This problem can’t be solved in Dachang City."
Yang Jian took stock of the ghosts he had in hand.
Apart from special items such as the Ghost Cabinet, human skin paper, and the Ghost Mirror, he currently only had the Ghost Rope, a skeleton, a bag of grave soil, and two golden boxes containing ghosts, which he had taken from the president of Shangtong Technology Co., Ltd., Paul. Although he had not opened them to look inside, he was certain they weren’t of much significance, and he planned to save them to feed the Ghost Infant.
"Can the skeleton I snatched from Wang Xiaoqiang solve my body’s condition?" Yang Jian couldn’t help but speculate.
But after careful consideration, he thought it was not possible.
Although after switching to that skeleton, he himself would not die, it wouldn’t stop the deterioration of his body.
"It seems I need to make a trip to J City as soon as possible. The headquarters there has the most resources, surely able to resolve the current condition with a ghost." Yang Jian knew that to solve his current situation, he had to control a third ghost.
It seed the limit of controlling two ghosts had already been prematurely reached.
Of course, if he did nothing, he could still live carefreely for more than half a year; if he changed bodies halfway, he could probably last for several years without any problem.
But Yang Jian didn’t want to do that.
What was bound to co eventually had to be faced, and so problems had to be confronted sooner or later. Moreover, struggling to stay alive, if he accidentally got involved in a supernatural event along the way, he would still die. Only by resolving his own problems could he live better. ⱤἈΝО฿Ęṥ
"The shroud that was taken from Ye Feng, which was on the Hungry Ghost, seems to be able to gradually transform a person’s body into that of a ghost."
Recalling all the supernatural events he had experienced, Yang Jian searched his mind for sothing sinister.
Yes, that shroud.
Originally, when Ye Feng was wearing it, he could ward off all attacks from fierce ghosts, but as a price, the body would gradually transform into a ghost. When the transformation was complete, the person wearing the shroud would turn into a ghost wearing a shroud.
Yang Jian thought that if he put on the shroud and gradually turned into a ghost, the natural deterioration of his condition would certainly improve.
But while the concept was good, the implentation proved quite difficult.
The Hungry Ghost had already been sealed, and no one dared to disturb it, not even him, so the shroud could only be considered a backup plan.
Regardless, Yang Jian might indeed need the resources from the headquarters this ti, for since the start of the supernatural events in Asia until now, all the ghosts that had been captured were in the hands of the headquarters.
So three days later, after arranging his affairs in Dachang City, he set off for J City.
Besides the necessary items, Yang Jian only brought two special items, one being the human skin paper and the other the Ghost Rope in his hand.
The forr might need the so-called future intelligence provided by the human skin paper, and the latter was the only ghost Yang Jian could completely control up to now—a special weapon that could provide unexpected help in certain situations.
Due to the impact of the last incident, Dachang City’s airport had not been reopened, and Yang Jian had to go to the nearest city’s airport and take a plane.
Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin wanted to see him off, but he refused.
"I am Yang Jian, now preparing to board a flight to J City," Yang Jian sat in the waiting area, using a satellite locating phone to contact his operator.
The one in charge of taking calls was Qin irou, whose sexy mature woman’s voice was practically irresistible to ordinary males.
But Yang Jian was special.
"Alright, I’ve already checked your boarding information and will imdiately arrange for soone to pick you up. I hope you don’t wander off upon arrival and cooperate with our arrangents here," Qin irou said with a voice containing a hint of restraint, as if she feared accidentally arousing Yang Jian’s particular interest and making her cry out over the phone.
"How is my mom doing?" Yang Jian asked.
"Very well," Qin irou said, "Your mother has been working at a reputable company, with little to do, high wages, and good welfare benefits... Rest assured, the headquarters will take the best possible care of your family."
"That’s good," Yang Jian said.
He knew that ever since he had taken over the job from Zhou Zheng, Zhao Jianguo had been keeping an eye on him, and his family had been receiving special care as a matter of routine.
Therefore, Yang Jian’s mother had been relocated to work in J City from the start.
Rather than calling it work, it would be more accurate to say it was protection, as it was the safest city, where the most ghost hunters were stationed.
And indeed, such an arrangent proved to be correct.
Whether it was the Dachang City incident, the Z City incident, or even so of the paranormal incidents nearby, it was hard to ensure the safety of ordinary people’s lives.
Even though paranormal incidents were relatively rare, with a city experiencing one or two on an infrequent basis, Yang Jian did not dare to take any chances.
Initially, he had no ability to protect his family, which was why he didn’t even contact the relatives living in the countryside, as he couldn’t ensure that bringing family mbers to his side was definitely a good thing; it might even harm them.
"What’s inside this? Open it and let’s have a look," said a staff mber, pointing at a middle-aged man’s suitcase during the security check.
"There’s, there’s nothing much, just so pottery," the middle-aged man imdiately opened his suitcase.
Indeed, the contents were various pots and jars, plates, and bowls, but not new ones. They looked sowhat old, like antique pottery.
The security officer pointed at a black ceramic jar and said, "What’s inside this? Open it for to see."
"There’s nothing inside," the middle-aged man opened the jar.
The security officer shone a flashlight inside, and it was pitch black with nothing to be seen. After checking the other items, the staff finally let him pass through security.
Just as the middle-aged man had passed the security check, there was a sudden commotion behind him, and even the nearby security guards rushed over.
"Don’t panic, I am Yang Jian, the person in charge from Dachang City, and here is my ID," said Yang Jian, sowhat helplessly showing his credentials while placing his luggage bag on the side.
Before the matter escalated, a person in charge hurriedly ca over.
"Are you Yang Jian, the person in charge of Dachang City? I’m so sorry, I’ve just received a notice from my superiors. Please follow through this special passage for boarding. Any inconvenience caused is a blunder in my work, and I hope for your understanding."
"It’s okay," replied Yang Jian. "It’s all part of the routine. Do you want to take a look?"
He gestured to his luggage bag.
"If you could cooperate, that would be wonderful. This way, please," said the person in charge, feeling incredibly nervous inside.
"No need for that trouble, just check it here," Yang Jian indicated.
The person in charge had no choice but to agree, for he had received orders from above that Yang Jian was to be received with specially high standards.
A female security officer opened Yang Jian’s luggage bag.
So special items puzzled her: there was a Gold box, so special IDs, and various special equipnt.
Right away, the security officer decided to report to her superiors.
However, it didn’t take long for Yang Jian to be cleared for passage.
"Yang Jian, why are you carrying so much special equipnt?" As soon as Yang Jian walked a short distance, he heard the voice of Qin irou resonating from the satellite-tracked phone.
"Nothing special, just to be prepared for any ergency that might arise. Is that not allowed?" Yang Jian said.
"It’s not that it’s not allowed, but are you certain that none of the special items in your possession will cause any uncontrolled risks?" Qin irou said with so exasperation.
"The ghosts wandering outside are much more dangerous than the items I’m carrying. You should be dealing with them, not worrying about the things I have." Yang Jian retorted.
"I will file a report for you, but just this once. Next ti it will not be permitted, and you’d better not use them recklessly. You’ll be responsible if anything happens," Qin irou said sowhat helplessly.
"Of course," Yang Jian said.
As he spoke, he paused, looking at a man who was nearby another boarding gate.
"An illusion?"
Yang Jian’s eyes flickered slightly; he had just felt a subtle movent within the Ghost Eye under his skin.
This was a sign of restlessness, usually indicating either the Ghost Eye Resurrection or that there was so kind of paranormal presence nearby, triggering a response in the Ghost Eye.
"What’s going on?" Qin irou asked again.
Yang Jian said, "It’s nothing. I just saw a middle-aged, portly man walking arrogantly and couldn’t help but take another look."
"Since it’s nothing, then I’ll disconnect the communication now. Contact imdiately if anything happens," Qin irou said. Enjoy new stories from
If it wasn’t a paranormal event, there was no need to maintain communication around the clock.
Yang Jian had just boarded the plane.
On the airport luggage cart, inside the luggage of the middle-aged man from before, with the jostling, an inconspicuous black tile jar’s lid, which had not been properly secured, opened slightly. At first, nothing was amiss, but as ti passed, a chilly aura gradually oozed from behind that dark jar.
The lights on the transport cart began flickering erratically, as if the electrical wiring was shorting out due to a poor connection.
But this detail went unnoticed.
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