Half an hour later.
President Mishima, accompanied by mbers of the Exorcism Club, arrived where Yang Jian and Nagase were. At this ti, he saw Yang Jian sitting on a nearby rooftop, observing his surroundings while deep in thought, but his condition seed quite good, unchanged from before other than his gaze, which was cold and sharp. He still looked like a young, ordinary-faced youth.
If one were to judge by his appearance alone, walking down the street inconspicuously, absolutely no one would believe he was a top-notch spirit manipulator.
"Mister Yang." President Mishima bowed slightly to show respect and gratitude.
He also heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. It appeared that Yamazaki and Yang Jian had not had a conflict here.
At that mont, Yang Jian turned his head slightly, his gaze indifferent and sowhat hostile, "Soone nad Yamazaki ca to earlier, asking to hand over this object. Was that Yamazaki sent by you?"
President Mishima's expression grew stern. Just as he feared.
As he worried, Yamazaki's appearance, regardless of the reason, was a debt that Yang Jian would surely attribute to him.
"Mister Yang, please don't misunderstand. Yamazaki's appearance did not have my consent. I found out about it afterwards; it involves so internal conflicts within our club." President Mishima bowed again, "I rushed over here precisely to formally apologize to Mister Yang for this matter."
After he said this, the mbers behind him also bowed in apology.
Yang Jian appeared as if he didn't see them, his expression still cold, "I already gave you face over that previous matter with Tajima. This ti, Yamazaki wanted to take advantage of the situation; to speak frankly, it has angered . I am not incapable of dealing with Yamazaki; I just don't like to waste my energy on aningless fights."
"In my eyes, he's not even worth taking action against. Add another twenty to the gold, and ensure this box is safely delivered back to Dachang City. Then I'll consider this incident as having never happened. If you can't do it, I'll personally release this spirit, and then you'll have to deal with it yourselves."
President Mishima imdiately broke out in cold sweat.
Just as expected.
Yang Jian had already harbored such extre ideas; it was only due to the conflict not escalating or so other reason that stopped this action from taking place. Otherwise, today would have beco the darkest day for the Exorcism Club.
"Imnse gratitude."
Without saying much else and without even a space for negotiation, President Mishima agreed without hesitation.
"With this deal complete, I no longer wish to stay here. Arrange a chartered flight to take back," Yang Jian said as he jumped down from the rooftop, landing steadily on the ground.
President Mishima imdiately said, "Could Mister Yang please wait a mont longer?"
"Is there sothing else?" Yang Jian asked.
President Mishima said, "The Exorcism Club has prepared a banquet for Mister Yang, and we would be honored if you would attend. Moreover, so preparations will take a bit of ti."
After saying this, his gaze shifted toward the box sunken into the ground.
They needed to reinforce the box and transport it out, which couldn't be done in short order.
"How long will it take?" Yang Jian asked, glancing at the ti.
He needed to return to Dachang City before midnight today, as the deadline for the deal with the Ghost Cabinet was approaching. If he didn't show up, sothing unexpected might occur. With all matters now settled, Yang Jian did not wish for accidents, not knowing whether they would be good or bad.
"Two hours," President Mishima said.
"Fine, I'll wait for two hours," Yang Jian said.
"This way, Mister Yang," Wang Xin, the man called, imdiately ca forward with a smile, ready to lead Yang Jian to the banquet.
Without any pretense, Yang Jian left in the car, and Nagase had the fortune to accompany him. As for the Ghost Infant, it had already appeared in the trunk of the car at so point, seemingly unnoticed by everyone.
After seeing off Yang Jian and Nagase, President Mishima finally let out a sigh of relief.
No matter what, this matter had co to a satisfactory conclusion.
"Thank goodness things didn't worsen with Yang Jian, or all my efforts today would have been in vain." Thinking of that bastard Ichiro, President Mishima's face imdiately darkened again, finding Ichiro utterly disrespectful.
He dared to use this opportunity to try and oust him from his position as president.
But now was not the ti to think about this.
"Where is Yamazaki? Have you made contact?" Mishima imdiately asked.
"President, I am terribly sorry, but we have yet to make contact, though we have located Mister Yamazaki's car. Here are the photos from the scene…" a mber promptly handed over so docunts.
It was a car abandoned at a crossroads, easy to identify as Yamazaki's by the make and model.
But that was not the main point.
The main point was when Mishima flipped to the next photo, he saw a headless body with a head lying beside it. The body was familiar, as if he had just seen it.
The headless corpse lying on the ground was unmistakably Tajima.
"What's going on?" Mishima was both shocked and furious.
Wasn't the Ghost Door Knocker Incident already solved? Why, then, was Tajima dead? What was Yamazaki doing, knowing full well that Kobe City was still not safe and transporting two people into the city, even losing a mber? It was sheer stupidity.
"Could it be…"
Another conjecture appeared in Mishima's mind.
Previously, when Yang Jian first acted, Nagase had said that Yang Jian was disturbed by another supernatural incident, which is why he couldn't confine that terrifyingly ferocious spirit.
Did that an another horrifying supernatural event was still happening in Kobe City?
Yamazaki and Tajima couldn't cope with the encounter, which is why there were casualties.
Thinking of this, Mishima's face twisted with incredible fury, a fury not stemming from the unknown supernatural event in Kobe City, but from Yamazaki's incompetence.
To be lauded to such a height and now, in such a short period, not only was a mber lost, but there was also no contact with him.
Compared to Yang Jian, who single-handedly coped with the pressure of two supernatural incidents and handled the current situation flawlessly, the difference was stark.
President Mishima, not afraid of mbers making mistakes, not afraid of losses, only feared the presence of the incompetent.
anwhile.
A panting voice arose within an inconspicuous house in Kobe City.
It was a bald, muscular man, now with a look of tension, a face drenched with cold sweat, completely lacking the confident, complacent attitude he'd had before. The reason was simple... he was being chased by a ghost.
Yes.
Unimaginable.
He was actually being chased by a fierce ghost.
It had chased him down three streets already, and the ghost showed no signs of giving up.
Without a Ghost Domain, Yamazaki couldn't retreat instantly; he could only run, but no matter how he ran, the ghost seed to always find his location and could appear close to him at any ti. It was unclear if the ghost was using sothing of his own to pinpoint his location.
"Can I shake it off?"
He was filled with doubts, not at all sure of himself.
However, just then, while hiding inside the house, his heart suddenly clenched tightly.
A sound erged within the house.
It was the sound of footsteps, likely coming in through the house's back door and swiftly approaching. The sound of the leather shoes on the floor was exceptionally clear and distinct.
Yamazaki couldn't help but look back.
His pupils shrank imdiately.
The house, though out of reach of the Ghost Domain, wasn't especially dim. Light from outside filtered in, and he saw a person suddenly appear behind him.
A person with a different stature than before.
But this person had a ghastly and frightful head, half-rotted, yet the other half was intact, revealing part of a human face, which seed to have grown larger than before, as if this ghost's face was slowly regenerating.
It was believable that in a short while, a fierce ghost with a living person's face would appear in this world.
And such a ghost would be hard to distinguish because the difference from a living person would be negligible. Even if there were so strangeness, it would be attributed to a ghost controller, without the slightest association to a real fierce ghost.
The only unchanging feature was those numb, deathly grey eyes.
"Run."
Yamazaki gritted his teeth. He had to keep running.
Because the ghost was watching him from behind, he had to get out of the ghost's sight. Tajima had been seen by the ghost and imdiately fell dead on the ground, his head rolling toward the ghost.
Along the way, he hadn't considered not fighting.
But he was powerless.
Becuase the mont he was targeted, the ghost within his body would be suppressed.
The suppression was swift, so quick that a few seconds of hesitation would lead to imdiate death on the spot.
"Why is it fixated on ?" Yamazaki burst out of the front door, and quickly resud his run, attempting to gain so distance before trying to find sowhere to hide again.
However, he knew that the ghost that had appeared in the house, and the next one to appear before him, wasn't really the sa one.
The heads were the sa, but the bodies differed; sotis it was a man, other tis a woman, or an old person.
As if, the fierce ghost's head would invade the body of a living person at any mont.
The most terrifying part was that Yamazaki had no idea how many people in this city had beco bodies for this ghost.
As he continued to flee.
In a concealed dark corner nearby, a pair of grey and dead eyes kept watching him. From the shadows, a man with slightly yellow skin and a rigid complexion who exuded a strange aura appeared. Dressed in a suit, neat and clean, showing no sign of decay.
He was like a living person. No, he was without warmth, his body ice-cold, more like a fresh corpse.
After a good while.
This ice-cold corpse wearing a suit, bearing a living person's face, and a pair of grey, dead eyes, slowly turned and left.
He headed for the city and quickly blended in among its people.
Like those who had sohow survived, unnoticeable at first glance.
But those people would never imagine that a terrifying ghost wearing human skin would infiltrate their midst.
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