Chapter 581: Chapter 578 Danger is Coming
Yang Jian’s current state was quite peculiar.
His body had completely died, turning into a headless corpse lying on the ground, yet his consciousness was clear, he could think, had all his mories, was sure of his identity, but it seed that was all he could do.
Besides being able to think, he was like a vegetative person, unable to make any movents.
Even his eyes could no longer see; everything was pitch-black around him.
This was not a bad thing, but rather a good one.
...
At least Yang Jian didn’t have to worry about his body being taken away by soone, nor did he have to worry about the Eight-Tone Music Box or the Ghost Candle next to him being stolen.
Because those who were not Ghost Domain controllers did not know the value of these things, and no one cared about so old trash by the roadside.
However, he absolutely couldn’t continue in this state indefinitely.
"I must think of a way,” Yang Jian began to think calmly.
He could first be certain that the terrifying attack that had struck suddenly before would not occur again, and even if it did, he had no need to worry.
For Yang Jian had proved with his life that the Eight-Tone Music Box could ensure his survival in that situation.
Beyond that, the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box was not going to afflict him for now, so he could set aside that concern for the mont.
He had only one thing to do.
Find a way to recover.
Yang Jian tried to control his mouth to speak; he rembered that there should be a satellite-located phone nearby. If he went missing for a while, Liu Xiaoyu back at headquarters might be able to force a connection, and if he could make contact, he might receive so support.
Unfortunately,
He failed.
He could not feel his mouth and was unable to utter any words.
Moreover, he discovered that he could no longer hear the sounds around him either. He could only hear an eerie music echoing continuously; otherwise, it was very quiet around him.
"I should be lying beside a road now. When I collapsed, I rember using Ghost Domain, which covered an entire street, bringing all the people and vehicles on it into it. This ans it’s not that there are no sounds around , but that I’ve lost my hearing.”
Yang Jian felt matters had gotten even worse.
Without sight, hearing, or the ability to move, he was practically a living corpse, worse than a vegetative state.
"If this condition continues, the ghosts within my body will revive, leading to an S-level supernatural event. Although my consciousness could survive, it won’t be for long. Once the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box strikes, death is certain.”
Yang Jian calmly anticipated his own end.
The headless corpse that belonged to him carried most of the ghosts within him.
The balance of these ghosts would be disrupted as the fourth layer of Ghost Domain persisted because Ghost Eye itself couldn’t be used for long and usually needed a slot to suppress it. If it were used for too long, there was a risk of revival.
And once Ghost Eye revived, the opened Ghost Domain would be more than just four layers.
The whole city could be covered by Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain.
By then, it would almost be impossible to contain Yang Jian’s headless corpse.
Because his Ghost Domain could open up to nine layers, no one at headquarters could invade here, aning it would be an Unsolvable Level supernatural event, even surpassing the Ghost Painting Incident.
So once Yang Jian died,
The ghosts revived from his corpse would take an entire city down with them, perhaps even worse.
This was not a joke; Yang Jian was very clear about how terrifying the ghosts on his body were.
Ti continued to pass slowly.
Accompanied by the incessant ringing of the music box in his mind, Yang Jian’s thoughts plunged into silence.
It seed he had entered a deadlock at this mont.
Yet he still hadn’t given up and was thinking of strategies.
After having co this far, how could he give up so easily? He was still alive, had survived the sure-death attack just now, there was still a chance to turn things around, it wasn’t ti for complete despair.
Despite everything, Yang Jian’s will had not faltered.
He must find a way to recover.
"I need a breakthrough to break out of this living dead state; I absolutely can’t keep dragging this on,” Yang Jian felt the urgency.
Ti waits for no one.
Once Ghost Eye was restored, he would completely lose his chance, without even needing to wait for the Eight-Tone Music Box’s curse to arrive.
Ghost Eye Resurrection?
Ghost Eye?
Wait, I should still have one eye left.
Yang Jian suddenly rembered a habit he had in the past, always liking to place Ghost Eyes on different parts of his body.
There was a Ghost Eye on his palm, eyes on his arms, and also on his back… Of course, there were Ghost Eyes on his forehead and the back of his head too.
The purpose of doing so was to ensure there were no blind spots in his vision while dealing with supernatural events.
"What form does my consciousness exist in now? If it’s still attached to my head, then I should be able to find a Ghost Eye on my head,” Yang Jian’s consciousness subrged in darkness began to sense rapidly.
He wanted to locate the Ghost Eye and control it.
There was a chance to find it before the Ghost Eye awakened.
If the Ghost Eye revived, he couldn’t control it any longer.
Ti.
In the end, it was all about ti.
Although Yang Jian felt anxious, his mind and thoughts remained clear, so he stayed calm, not allowing the urgency to disrupt his reasoning.
The bizarre ringing of the Eight-Tone Music Box still echoed in his mind, the lody composed of its notes seed to carry so mysterious and unknown power that could interfere with normal thinking.
This disruption was not an illusion; although he had only listened for a short while, Yang Jian could already perceive this subtle difference.
But the work of sensing the Ghost Eye continued.
And at this mont.
The streets beca even more chaotic.
All sorts of noisy sounds were incessant, with everyone standing on the roads making phone calls for help, so even cursing loudly; of course, there were also thrill-seeking youngsters, who began taking photos with their phones in all directions, seemingly excited to have witnessed sothing very special.
But what they didn’t realize was that terror was quietly descending, and the shadow of death began to loom over everyone on this street.
The headless corpse that belonged to Yang Jian, which should have been lying motionless in a cold pool of blood, now showed a slight twitch in the arms wearing golden gloves.
This twitch was definitely not a normal corpse spasm, nor was it Yang Jian’s doing, as his head was “moved away” and it was simply not possible for him to control the corpse… So this was a terrible mutation.
This movent signified that the ghost within Yang Jian’s body was awakening.
Once awakened.
If that ghost fully resurrected, everyone on the entire street would die.
Under the coverage of the fourth-tier Ghost Domain, no one could survive, not even ordinary ghost controllers.
Starting from the movent of the headless corpse’s hands, this mutation intensified as ti passed.
The frequency of movents on Yang Jian’s corpse grew, along with the extent of those movents.
Initially, it was just a twitch of the palm, but now the stiff legs began to twist, as if so ineffable sinister force was taking control, randomly manipulating the freshly dead body.
Yang Jian, however, knew nothing of this scene.
He could neither see nor hear, and what was happening around him had no connection to him whatsoever.
Nevertheless, an image of this scene was transmitted back to headquarters via satellite-located mobile phone.
Within Liu Xiaoyu’s communications room.
The argunt involving Cao Yanhua and the others seed to have co to an end; the outco apparently being less than satisfactory, all present fell into a somber silence.
"Yang Jian’s corpse… moved,” Shen Liang suddenly raised his voice, filled with uneasy emotion.
In the video feed, they could clearly see the headless corpse that belonged to Yang Jian moving about irregularly, as if the body was trying to regain balance after losing the head and attempting to stand up.
The vengeful ghost had resurrected!
Many hearts sank to rock bottom.
The most feared and worst-case scenario was about to unfold.
But the video feed didn’t last much longer.
Suddenly.
Communication was cut off, the video feed went to black.
This wasn’t a malfunction, soone had directly terminated the communication.
"Group Leader Wu, what are you doing?” soone asked in surprise.
The group leader surnad Wu, in a subdued voice, replied, “This isn’t my decision, it’s the minister’s directive. Yang Jian is dead, and his case needs to be buried. The conflict with the friend circle cannot continue. From today on, this communications room and everything in it will be sealed.”
"We absolutely can’t let others know Yang Jian was killed by soone.”
Cao Yanhua, who had been squatting in a corner smoking, suddenly looked up, his expression one of great shock.
A compromise?
At this mont, these three words filled everyone’s minds.
We’ve waited for so long, for this result?
So breathed a sigh of relief, others remained silent, and still others expressed dissatisfaction.
"Deputy Minister, the bigger picture is more important, you understand this more than anyone.”
Group Leader Wu said in a grave tone, “We have no choice. If we were to forcefully take down the friend circle at this ti, we’d really lose so more team leaders. It’s unwise to weaken our forces at this point. We can’t compromise the whole headquarters just for the death of one person.”
"I understand,” Cao Yanhua took a deep drag from his cigarette and after a long silence replied, “Then so be it, everyone leave, seal the communications room.”
In a short while.
Everyone had left the place.
The private communications room was shut down, and all materials related to Yang Jian were to be archived, not to be accessed by anyone.
By dawn, it was expected that information would quickly spread that Yang Jian died in a paranormal incident.
Liu Xiaoyu watched her communications room being closed down, her tear-reddened eyes revealing confusion and bewildernt. She did not know about the decisions just made in headquarters, but it didn’t matter.
At this mont, Cao Yanhua felt utterly exhausted in body and mind. He didn’t know whether the decision was right or wrong, he only knew that the headquarters had lost a ghost controller codenad Ghost Eye, regardless of the outco.
On the way to the co-office building, he ran into soone.
Wang Xiaoming was standing at the entrance of the office, seemingly glaring at him.
It was rare to see Professor Wang waiting for soone; others usually waited for him because his ti was always scarce.
"Yang Jian is dead?” Without greetings, Wang Xiaoming asked straight out.
Cao Yanhua nodded, “It’s been confird, he died in a paranormal incident.”
"Really?” Wang Xiaoming’s expression did not waver in the slightest, “But you don’t need to explain to . I’m not interested in how Yang Jian died; I’m just interested in sothing on his person. Have you found the corpse?”
"It’s difficult to manage in a short ti. Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain is very special; it once invaded the domain of a Ghost Envoy, so Cao Yanhua rubbed his head, feeling a trendous headache.
"You can’t get in, right?”
Wang Xiaoming continued, “But he’ll show up eventually. Rember to notify when Yang Jian appears.”
Having said that, he turned and left.
As Cao Yanhua watched Professor Wang leave, he was sowhat at a loss about why Professor Wang was asking about this at such a ti.
Forget it, it was not the ti to concern himself with Professor Wang. He had been overwheld by the past few days’ events.
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