Night.
The nightscape outside J City was dazzling.
Yang Jian was resting, but he dared not really fall asleep. Although this was J City, he still felt it necessary to remain alert.
All the lights in the guest room were turned off, leaving it sowhat dark.
Yang Jian sat on the sofa, propping up his head slightly and opening his eyes to look down at the enchanting night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
It was beautiful.
And very quiet.
This made him feel relaxed and comfortable because the prosperity and bustle outside told him that this place was safe, that there were no supernatural events occurring.
So, at so point, Yang Jian began to like bustling scenes, but did not wish to be a part of the crowd, because he was an outlier. He shunned the masses, and of course, the masses would shun him.
Watching from a distance, thinking calmly, hidden in the darkness, that was pretty good.
Sitting there silently, Yang Jian was resting like a lone wolf.
The light from the neon signs outside shone through, flashing quickly inside the room, creating a particularly clear shadow.
This shadow stretched long behind Yang Jian, eerily reflected on the wall behind him.
Even as the outside light faded, the shadow remained, and no matter how one looked at it, the shadow was always missing a head, creating a strange sense of imperfection.
And within Yang Jian's own flesh, strands of crimson lurked, emitting a faint red glow, vaguely visible in the darkness.
It was as if there were nine red spots branded on his body, inescapable, like the curse of an Evil Ghost, accompanying him always.
The one who controlled two ghosts was actually at his own limit.
The Eye of the Ghost was on the verge of awakening, and the Headless Ghost Shadow had fully revived, except it was just currently in a state of deadlock.
But the instincts of a ghost remained.
Once instinct overca his consciousness, that would be the mont Yang Jian completely turned into a fierce ghost.
As the quiet ti passed bit by bit, Yang Jian, half-asleep and half-awake, felt as if his life was slowly slipping away.
However, he didn't know how long had passed.
Maybe it was an hour, maybe two or three hours.
At so mont in the deep night, the tranquility was suddenly shattered by a sound.
"Bang!"
A loud gunshot seed to ring out in a certain floor of the Ping'an Hotel, followed after a mont by the sound of alarms going off.
Yang Jian, drifting in a light sleep, slowly opened his eyes.
He picked up his mobile phone to check the ti and saw it was only a quarter past three in the morning, still several hours before dawn.
"Only a little past three?" he squinted his eyes and decided to continue resting.
A gunshot and alarms outside had nothing to do with him. He wasn't responsible for Ping'an Grand Hotel; let those who should worry, worry. He had been busy enough yesterday and didn't want to be involved in anything else, even if a fire broke out it shouldn't disturb his rest. Ŕ₳Ꞑȏ𐌱ƐṢ
After all, he couldn't burn to death.
However, sotis you can't ignore things just because you want to.
Five minutes later, his satellite-positioned phone was forcibly connected.
It was still Qin irou's voice, "Yang Jian, are you there?"
"Can I not talk?" Yang Jian stayed silent for a while before speaking up.
"Are you currently at the Ping'an Grand Hotel?" Qin irou asked.
Yang Jian replied, "I'm sleeping. Let's talk about this tomorrow if it's important."
Hearing his tone, Qin irou quickly said, "Then you must have heard the gunshot at the Ping'an Grand Hotel. This ti it's not a supernatural event. A ghost controller has had a ntal breakdown, shot and killed a hotel staff mber, and is currently in a highly dangerous state, potentially ready to commit more cris at any mont."
"Oh, a ghost controller had a ntal breakdown?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, "Must be unable to withstand the tornt of a fierce ghost's revival, right?"
Sleeping at night is when ghost controllers are most vulnerable and the symptoms of fierce ghost revival beco increasingly apparent.
He had experienced this acutely himself, indeed enough to drive one mad.
"Could you help deal with it?" Qin irou hesitated for a mont before asking.
"If it were a normal person shooting and hurting others, I would definitely be happy to help out, but with a ghost controller committing the cri... let Chen Yi handle it," Yang Jian said. "I don't want to get involved in this matter. After all, I ca to J City for training, not to work."
"The Ping'an Hotel isn't within Chen Yi's jurisdiction; it falls under Gao Ming's. But Gao Ming isn't on duty right now, so he won't take action. I think you could resolve this minor issue quickest if you're willing to help at the hotel. If we wait for headquarters to arrange it, it will take at least half an hour for soone specialized to get there," said Qin irou. Continue reading at
A slight twitch ford at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth.
Trying to rope into doing free labor again?
There are so many in charge, why is it always ? Could it be that I've intervened too many tis before, making headquarters think I'm easy to boss around?
Yang Jian scoffed imdiately, "Chen Yi won't handle it because it's not his jurisdiction, and Gao Ming won't because he's not within working hours, so I have to handle it? Don't I have any clout with the guys at headquarters? Am I the one to be saddled with all the thankless tasks? Or is soone displeased with after Zhao Jianguo's resignation, purposely making things difficult for ?"
"If you want my help, I can do it for ten Ghost Candles, I'll get to work right away. Isn't it just risking my neck? If you're willing to pay the price on your end, I can put in the effort on mine. It can't be free labor again, right? Even overti work pays, and surely I can't be worse off than soone with a regular job," Yang Jian said.
"Sorry," Qin irou muttered, then hung up the call.
At that mont, Yang Jian's expression darkened slightly.
He felt that ever since Zhao Jianguo resigned, and with the start of the team leader plan, there had been so serious issues with many of headquarters' arrangents.
The top-tier ghost masters seed to have disappeared.
No, not disappeared, they just stopped working.
Soone like him, who lacked tily intelligence, was getting pulled in for muscle often, commandeered whenever possible.
If Zhao Jianguo were still here, this definitely wouldn't be happening. Zhao Jianguo knew his limits—he didn't ask for Yang Jian's support last ti during the Z City incident because Yang Jian had just dealt with the supernatural bus case, so out of consideration, he didn't make the request. It was Yang Jian who volunteered to go to Z City in the end.
But now.
The airplane supernatural incident had just concluded, the Soul Bottle issue had just been resolved, and here he was, being assigned once again.
"Now I have to admit that Zhao Kaiming was right back in Dachang City; nobody wants to see a nobody like rise up, even if I did solve an S-class supernatural incident."
Yang Jian stood up, looking down at the city outside: "So what, am I being suppressed subtly?"
This kind of subtle suppression wasn't deliberate, but rather a result of so ghost masters not wanting to work; naturally, their tasks started falling onto others, growing more nurous over ti.
The so-called 'the greater your ability, the greater your responsibility' is nonsense.
In reality, the greater your ability, the smaller your responsibility.
Then, he rembered what Zong Shan had said at the airport before.
To beco a team leader, achievents and experience weren't enough; you also needed sufficient clout.
What Yang Jian was lacking now was exactly that clout.
"I rember Tong Qian and Feng Quan are also in J City now, along with that ghost forum's Lin Luoi... and Xiong Wenwen," Yang Jian mused, his gaze shifting slightly.
Working everywhere hadn't been without its rewards; he had also made acquaintances with a bunch of people.
It's just that so of them didn't know he had this underlying influence.
"Bang!"
At that mont, gunshots rang out again. This ti it wasn't just one shot but several bursts of gunfire.
The ntally disturbed ghost master from before seed to have t retaliation.
Then, there was a knock at his front door.
This ti, the door opened on its own before Yang Jian could answer it.
Standing at the dim doorway was Zhang Lei, who had looked stiff during the day, now staring at him with a slightly odd smile, "Yang Jian, there's been trouble, you know about it, right?"
"What does that have to do with ?" Yang Jian turned around.
"I've been assigned by the higher-ups to handle it, and I thought I'd let you know on my way there," Zhang Lei responded.
Yang Jian said, "There's no need; if you're willing to deal with it, then go ahead."
So after I refused, they arranged for Zhang Lei to handle it?
Indeed.
It's not that nobody's dealing with the situation.
"I think it's still better to say it, because just now, that ghost master showed signs of revival... and the situation has begun to affect the surroundings," said Zhang Lei.
"Looks like I'll need to find a new place to stay for a while," Yang Jian said slowly.
With his oddly cheerful expression sowhat reined in, Zhang Lei replied, "I'd really appreciate it if you could co over and take a look. I can handle it, but having one more person keep an eye on things would give a bit more confidence."
Upon hearing these words, Yang Jian paused for a mont.
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