A brief probe just a mont ago, coupled with Xiao Yuan's reminder, was already enough for a top-notch ghost controller like Yang Jian to analyze a great deal. After all, this wasn't his first supernatural encounter; there had been precedents, so he quickly deduced many aspects of the situation.
The ghost in the first day's nightmare could attack people in reality.
But the people in reality had no way to counterattack the ghost in the nightmare.
The cause behind this was still unknown.
Yang Jian's intuition, honed from his extensive experience controlling ghosts, told him there was only one possibility, a dium.
The ghost attacked him in reality through so dium from the nightmare, and because he didn't know what the dium was, his counterattack just now had been ineffective. To counterattack the ghost, he had to find out what that dium was.
Only if everyone knew the dium could the confrontation be fair.
Otherwise, Yang Jian would continue to be haunted by this ghost, even fearing sleep lest he be attacked and killed in his slumber.
He also didn't want Xiao Yuan to help because the ghost's target was simple, focusing only on him. Nobody else was within its range of attack, as evidenced by the first day's nightmare. When he was killed, Xiao Yuan was not, so there was no need to drag another person into this.
Moreover, it wasn't a dream now, and ordinary people were of no use.
"It's coming," Yang Jian's eyelid twitched. .
As if sothing terrible was about to happen.
In the pouring rain, a blurry shadow swiftly approached on the ground. The shadow appeared and disappeared intermittently, occasionally revealing a ghastly pale face and at other tis distorting so that only an incomplete body remained. Despite the shifting form, the shadow was decidedly aid at Yang Jian, intent on attacking him.
"The body's manifestation is unstable... this indicates the dium isn't being triggered consistently."
"An unstable dium?"
As the ghost drew closer, Yang Jian's gaze remained chillingly calm and composed, eerily undisturbed, even without the Ghost Shadow within his body; no emotion touched him.
Suddenly.
He looked up at the sky.
The rain continued to fall, lingering in mid-air, sporadic, yet also forming a connection, though incomplete.
Just like the incomplete, intermittent body of the ghost in the shadows.
The dium was... rain?
No.
It should be water, in fact.
The ghost invaded reality through water as the dium. It rained heavily this evening, and on the first day of the nightmare, there was also rain in the sky, which grew heavier later on. Simultaneously, the heavier the rain, the greater the danger posed by the ghost.
That was why his cousin always wore a raincoat when entering the nightmares.
Rainwater?
Yang Jian imdiately snapped to awareness; this was a detail he should have noticed much earlier. The heavy rain today ant the ghost used the rainwater as a dium to successfully invade reality. The rainwater was incomplete though, preventing the ghost from fully manifesting in reality, unlike if it were in a body of water or on a lake.
The situation would be quite different then.
"Let's verify it."
Yang Jian took a deep breath and then quickly stepped back.
With just that step, the lid of the car's open trunk blocked the rain above his head. Although the rain still splashed in, there was no rain at his location, interrupting the presence of the dium.
At that mont.
The shadow attacking Yang Jian had already closed in on his face, with not even a single step's distance separating them—they were nearly nose to nose.
The chilly breath, the pallid face, and the eerie shadow seed as though they were about to cling onto Yang Jian.
Yet he remained coolly detached, waiting for the mont he would be struck.
To confirm the dium, such bold attempts were necessary.
The ghost in the rain didn't stop, its hand stretching towards Yang Jian as if it wanted to invade his body or rip open his chest. The ghastly white arm was intermittent, yet remained distinctly visible in the dim surroundings.
However, an incredible scene unfolded.
As the ghost's hand ca within less than five centiters of Yang Jian's chest, it began to rapidly disappear. The ghost continued to approach, and as it did, it kept vanishing...
Yes, you read that right.
The ghost, which could invade reality, was now facing an unexpected issue; it could not invade reality any longer. It was as if its supernatural power was being disrupted. Those few short centiters beca an insurmountable chasm, halting the dreadful assault and simultaneously safeguarding Yang Jian.
This wasn't a miracle, nor was it the intervention of any helper.
It was the disruption of the dium.
Yang Jian was standing in a spot untouched by the rain; the rainwater vanished before him. Without the dium, the ghost could not invade from the Nightmare, its attack couldn't affect reality, leading it to fail this ti. This also explained why Yang Jian had been safe inside the train car before.
Because there was no water near him, no dium.
Thus, the ghost lurked beside the train car, waiting for the mont Yang Jian would co into contact with the dium.
If he hadn't discovered it earlier, one day while showering alone, he might have been dood. The ghost could have attacked him instantaneously through the shower head or the bathtub, and Yang Jian would have had no ti to react, possibly getting killed by the ghost in a blink.
"So, my guess just now... was right."
His gaze shifted slightly, as if everything was within his expectations, with little surprise to speak of.
After all, he didn't simply imagine it, but deduced it through various details and clues.
"Now that I know the dium, this ghost still thinks it can attack ? It's downright delusional. Today, I'll eliminate you and put an end to the first day's nightmare,"
Yang Jian's gaze shifted and he imdiately made a call, "Hu Kai, have soone on duty here bring a gun."
The ghost from the Nightmare could be killed normally.
Yang Jian decided to use a gun.
The gun in his hand wasn't suitable; it was made of Gold, unaffected by the influence, and in theory, couldn't make contact with the real ghost through the dium. He needed an ordinary gun, ordinary bullets to do the job.
"Okay, Captain Yang, I'll notify them right away," Hu Kai responded from the other end, not yet resting, and he imdiately made arrangents upon receiving the call.
Despite the heavy rain.
In just a short while, two case officers had arrived, jogging over under umbrellas.
"Captain Yang, why are you still here? Aren't you going to rest so late?" one of the officers greeted.
The other officer ca forward, delivering a service pistol.
"I still have so matters to deal with. Step back a little," Yang Jian indicated, then took the gun.
This ti, he was not afraid. He stepped out of the train car and stood in the pouring rain.
He drenched himself in the rain, making contact with the dium voluntarily.
The ghost wouldn't miss this opportunity.
But neither would Yang Jian miss this chance to kill the first day's Nightmare Ghost.
As expected.
The eerie shadow appeared.
Yang Jian saw a ghastly pale face just appear out of thin air right in front of him, so close, very close.
But in the next mont.
Bang!
A gunshot sounded.
A bullet pierced through the heavy rain and struck the strange shadow.
Instantly.
Yang Jian saw the pale face in front his eyes burst open like a flower, but no blood flowed out, only flesh splattered.
The splashed flesh was blurry and ethereal and quickly disappeared from sight.
Yet, the person did not fall to the ground.
The twisted face still bore the gaze of a dead man, as if hurrying with resentnt, yet also revealing a kind of terrible malice.
It was as if the ghost was angry, enraged.
Intent on killing Yang Jian.
But what t it was another gunshot.
Dreams might not have such weapons, but reality does, and its incursion into reality ant it had given up its greatest advantage.
Wasn't this seeking death?
Didn't it understand the power of the various weapons in modern society?
The second gunshot rang out, and the ghost was hit again.
It was already within the dium, and Yang Jian's retaliation was unavoidable.
In the rain, the ghost's chest seed to have been ripped open by a gash.
But Yang Jian didn't even blink as he fired continuously until he ran out of bullets.
At last, the shadow in the rain began to fade.
Yang Jian even saw the ghost collapse onto the ground.
But that was all there was to it.
Eventually, even that scene disappeared.
The first day's ghost attack had failed and had been shot to death by Yang Jian.
This might well be the most frustrating death for a ghost since the revival of the supernatural.
Even though it wasn't the source, being killed by re weapons was truly inconceivable.
"You can go back and rest now; the work here is finished," Yang Jian handed the gun back to the personnel.
"Alright, Captain Yang, notify us imdiately if there is any situation," the two case officers were utterly terrified.
At first, they thought Yang Jian was shooting at nothing?
But when they covertly shone their flashlights, they discovered it was a terrifying figure, not a living person but like a fierce ghost, standing there and even moving.
Is this village so terrifying?
The two people felt deeply unsettled, not expecting to sleep peacefully tonight.
"It's all clear now. You can rest easy," Yang Jian said.
"Hopefully, all will be well," one of the personnel squeezed out a smile and said.
At this mont, his cousin approached and crouched down, poking the puddle with a knife: "It really is dead, huh? No movent at all. Cousin, what was that weapon you had just now? It's much more useful than a knife. If I had that, I could chase and kill it several tis a day, without the need to hit it with a car."
In her mory, there was no concept of a gun, or perhaps there once was, but it had been forgotten.
Yang Jian didn't reply to her but instead, his gaze slightly shifted back towards the sky.
Although the ghost was dead.
It was only that one attack that had been stopped, and he couldn't be sure whether there would be a second or a third day when ghosts would invade through the dium.
The only way was to interrupt the ergence of the dium.
At least until the body was more than half decomposed, it couldn't co into contact with water, nor could it go to the pond or lakeside.
And this downpour seed to continue endlessly, without any chance of stopping.
"The rain stops today," Yang Jian, looking up at the sky, suddenly had his red Ghost Eye flash.
A red light like fresh blood instantly covered the sky, its reach vast, surpassing the entire village and even the surrounding tens of kiloters, drawing the attention of many common folk who were watching TV and dining at ho, leading them to witness the flash of red outside their windows.
The red light was noticeable, and at a glance, seed to have no bounds.
But as quickly as it arrived, it also disappeared.
After the red light faded.
The clouds and rains above also cleared away completely, as clean as a sumr night's sky, where one could see the stars and the bright moonlight.
The rain was gone.
Not just the rain in the sky, but even the puddles on the ground had vanished without a trace.
"Next ti it rains this hard, it will depend on my mood," Yang Jian's indifferent expression remained unchanged.
Using Ghost Domain to disperse the torrential rain.
Such an extravagant act was sothing only a top-tier ghost controller like Yang Jian would consider.
"What happened? The rain's stopped."
The two case officers who hadn't gone far were now stunned, filled with questions, instinctively turning their heads to glance at Yang Jian not far away, wanting to ask for details since this was out of the ordinary, far from normal.
But they saw the crimson ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead emitting a faint red light, not looking this way, but towards the sky.
As if to tell them that the recent event was related to this eye.
Suddenly.
The two felt an inexplicable horror.
This type of person… could even manage sothing like this?
To change the weather over an entire region?
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