Wei Jing was not as easy to deal with as imagined, he was an outlier who survived the Ghost Envoy incident, with a starting point too high among those who commanded ghosts. Yang Jian endured the risk of the fierce ghosts' revival several tis and suffered repeated attacks from them before he finally managed to scrape together so semblance of achievent.
But a single accidental experint allowed Wei Jing to sleep for a while and then face off against Yang Jian.
Indeed, there's no comparing people.
"Using the Dead Man's Head from the Ghost Child's hand and the Ghost Shadows that neutralized the attack of the Ghost Rope, as well as the suppression from the Ghost Hand and the Ghost Domain from the Ghost Eye, there's no reason for Wei Jing to hold on."
At this mont, Yang Jian was gripping Wei Jing's arm.
Although he was only holding a hand, he felt as though he was actually touching a real ghost, with not a single bit of confidence in his heart, but rather a sense of unease,
Wei Jing stood there motionless at the mont, seemingly the suppression had indeed worked. The rich darkness around him was rapidly dissipating, and the Ghost Domain belonging to the Ghost Envoy couldn't be sustained any longer, just like how it had once confined the Hungry Ghost, the Ghost Domain over the entire city was dissipating in a very short ti.
The source of the Ghost Domain ca from fierce ghosts; as long as they were restricted, naturally, the Ghost Domain would cease to exist.
However, although Wei Jing's Ghost Domain had dissipated, at that mont, his body began to stir.
His body did not move, but his head slowly turned, accompanied by the crisp sounds of neck bones breaking, Wei Jing's expressionless, icy face rotated a full one hundred and eighty degrees to look behind at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's pupils constricted, his hair standing on end. .
What kind of joke was this?
After being suppressed to this extent, he could still move? Could it be that he really needed to take out that rusty Firewood Knife to chop this guy up into pieces to ensure he was dismbered?
But the cost of using the Firewood Knife was too great; it wasn't worth it in such a situation.
Should he retreat?
The idea of retreating appeared in his mind, Yang Jian didn't want to fight Wei Jing, who was now controlled by a ghost, to the death. He had just resolved the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, and the Ghost Eye, Ghost Hand, and the Headless Ghost Shadow inside his body had reached a state of unprecedented balance.
If nothing went wrong, he could live for a long ti.
"Forget it, let's not earn this money," Yang Jian decided to retreat, not wishing to engage in a life-and-death struggle with the current Wei Jing.
Taking the Ghost Rope as compensation for taking action, he left the rest to those who should be concerned.
However, just as he was about to let go and prepare to leave with the Ghost Child, Wei Jing, who had just turned his head, actually opened his mouth at this mont and made a sound: "Yang Jian?"
A single call caused Yang Jian's pupils to shrink sharply.
What's happening?
Wei Jing had co back to life.
Or had he been invaded by the ghost so deeply that the ghost now possessed Wei Jing's mories and could pretend to be a living person?
In any case, the most prudent approach for Yang Jian when faced with this incomprehensible eerie scene was to choose to withdraw.
He let go of his hand, no longer wanting to suppress Wei Jing.
But as he loosened his grip, Wei Jing's cold, darkened hand suddenly grasped Yang Jian's wrist, seemingly not wanting him to let go or to withdraw.
"It's , I, am still alive."
Wei Jing, like a corpse, opened his mouth, his voice drifting around, like a fierce ghost whispering, emotionless.
Yang Jian looked at Wei Jing's hand gripping his own and stared solemnly at the dead face that had twisted one hundred and eighty degrees. Confronted with this voice that seed like a living person's inquiry, he found the situation incredibly unbelievable.
"Is it a person speaking, or is it a ghost speaking?"
He stared hard at Wei Jing, and in his hand, unbeknownst to when, appeared a rusty and eerie Firewood Knife.
With Wei Jing now suppressed to this extent but still capable of so movent and now speaking, Yang Jian sensed that the situation was grave, so he prepared himself to use the eerie Firewood Knife.
He hadn't been carrying the knife with him.
Before participating in the experint, he had left it near the experintal base, and now, with the Ghost Domain covering the area, he could naturally retrieve it with ease.
"I am Wei Jing." The strange, sluggish voice echoed, giving one the feeling of a chanical stiffness.
Yang Jian gripped the Firewood Knife even tighter, "You say you're Wei Jing, and I'm supposed to believe you are? Even if you really are Wei Jing, in this state you're close to being done for. Invaded by a ghost, how long can your consciousness last? Why not just let go, wait for to deal with you, and prevent a greater casualty if you revive as a fierce ghost?"
He didn't care whether Wei Jing was still alive, speaking with lingering consciousness, or if a ghost had taken control of Wei Jing and had gained his mory to masquerade as a living person.
Dealing with it now is the safest option.
So, Yang Jian no longer wanted to complete the transaction with Wang Xiaoming, but instead decided to kill Wei Jing.
At that mont, Wei Jing fell silent. He seed to be truly reflecting on Yang Jian's words, feeling they might be correct. His consciousness had perhaps returned temporarily due to the ghost in his body being suppressed during the recent confrontation, which allowed him to regain clarity.
But this suppression couldn't last forever.
It would be advantageous for the situation if Yang Jian eliminated him while he was lucid.
"You're right," Wei Jing said slowly, releasing Yang Jian's wrist. He had made up his mind.
"Wait."
However, at this mont, Wang Xiaoming's voice ca from not far away. Unbeknownst to the others, he had already arrived on the street and witnessed the scene that had just unfolded.
Yang Jian's Ghost Eye watched him: "What do you want to do?"
"Keep him. There's no need for you to extract the ghost from Wei Jing's body. Just find a way to lock him up in one of the laboratory's rooms. I'll handle the rest," Wang Xiaoming solemnly said.
"What, you want to create another Ghost Envoy?" Yang Jian asked.
Wang Xiaoming said, "The three conditions I promised you still stand."
Yang Jian's expression beca serious: "He's now invaded by a ghost. It could be a brief return of consciousness or it might be the ghost speaking. You wanting to keep Wei Jing alive is impossible, don't attempt the impossible."
"It won't be your responsibility if sothing goes wrong. Just lock him up, and whatever happens after that has nothing to do with you," Wang Xiaoming said.
Yang Jian frowned deeply.
Clearly, Wei Jing's recent surge of consciousness had piqued Wang Xiaoming's interest. Who knew what crazy idea he might have next.
"Suit yourself. This makes my job easier."
Yang Jian hesitated for a mont, then decided not to use the Ghost Domain directly to invade the previous laboratory.
He grabbed Wei Jing, including the Ghost Infant, and transported them straight to the fourth floor of the lab. There was a special room on this level because the room they had used for experints on the fifth floor had already been destroyed.
Although Wei Jing was capable of movent, it was limited. Being suppressed, he was easily relocated into the room by Yang Jian.
Wang Xiaoming looked around, realizing he was back in the underground fourth-floor laboratory. He imdiately opened the door to the special room: "This room can definitely hold him."
"Don't forget Wei Jing also has a Ghost Domain, and it's a high-level one at that. Ordinary people can't invade it. If he escapes, don't co looking for to clean up the ss," Yang Jian said as he tossed Wei Jing into the room and quickly closed the door.
Wei Jing lay on the floor, stiff and immobile, like a corpse.
The situation only changed after Yang Jian let go and had the Ghost Child retract the rotting Dead Man's Head.
Wei Jing, who was locked up in the room, stood up again. His neck, which had been twisted 180 degrees, quickly returned to its original position. Not only that, but the broken bones in his neck also reverted to their unbroken state, and the wounds on his body rapidly healed at that mont.
"This guy... his injuries disappeared, his body's practically like it's been rebooted," Yang Jian said with twitching eyelids.
No wonder this Wei Jing was so difficult to suppress. After being invaded by the ghost from the spiritual tablet, he seed to have compensated for so flaws. It's worth noting that he wasn't even a real Ghost Envoy yet. If a real one acquired this ability, it would be terrifying. Even if he were dismbered with a Firewood Knife, he probably could recover quickly.
"All right."
Wang Xiaoming observed for a mont and saw Wei Jing standing behind a glass window. His ashen eyes were gazing over as if spying on them.
But this special room could isolate many things, such as the perception of fierce ghosts... Therefore, Wei Jing made no further movents.
"He's tougher than expected. If he hadn't lost control, he'd surely be a top-notch ghost manipulator," Yang Jian said. "Too bad, he fell before he could be of any use."
If Wei Jing were alive, he would certainly be able to contend with ghost manipulators of Fang Shiming's caliber.
"He's not dead yet, I can feel it," Wang Xiaoming said. "As long as Wei Jing reaches a new balance, suppressing the ghost within his body, he'll recover."
"Heh, even if he wakes up, it's still unknown whether Wei Jing will be human or ghost," Yang Jian scoffed, clearly not optimistic.
Wang Xiaoming said, "I'll make that judgnt myself. Your part is finished. You can go now."
"No, I want to know the whole story, especially about that... the existence of the trap," Yang Jian said.
Though Wang Xiaoming had briefly ntioned it before, Yang Jian didn't fully believe it.
Yang Jian needed to know where exactly the trap with the human skin parchnt was located and what it was planning. Although he had survived this ordeal, narrowly escaping danger, there were matters that he couldn't help but keep in mind.
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