"After six months of silence, Yang Jian's supernatural power has beco more terrifying than before."
Inside the Ghost Post Office, Sun Rui watched Yang Jian leave. He was both shocked and fearful of Yang Jian's recent actions. It was known that the previous Yang Jian would never confront a fierce ghost head-on; he would most likely use a Coffin Nail.
But now, he himself seed to be a human-shaped Coffin Nail. With just a casual grasp, he could silence the ghost.
This kind of ability is a blessing in these tis.
The departing Yang Jian left the Ghost Post Office and headed to the next city.
He was both traveling and researching, but more so, he was contemplating.
However, as Yang Jian walked through an unfamiliar city, he suddenly rembered sothing when passing by a Chinese herbal dicine shop, prompting him to stop in his tracks and look in a particular direction.
"I almost forgot, I have an agreent. It's been six months, and I wonder if the old man from the apothecary has died." Yang Jian thought to himself.
"I should go take a look. If he has passed away, I can at least pay my respects."
Then, Yang Jian set off again. He didn't head there directly but quickly passed through cities along the way, solving several supernatural incidents.
Though it was a bit troubleso, it didn't take much ti.
By around noon, Yang Jian arrived in the city where the apothecary elder resided.
This was an old district in the city center.
Most of the old district had been demolished, leaving only an old street that hadn't been relocated.
The apothecary shop was situated on this old street.
This street was originally scheduled to be demolished, but the occurrence of a supernatural event halted the city's developnt.
The old district was deserted, almost devoid of people. It wasn't clear what had happened nearby, as everyone had left, yet there were no visible warning lines, suggesting it wasn't a supernatural incident.
Soon.
Yang Jian walked onto the old street. In no ti, he saw the familiar and old apothecary.
Like six months ago, the apothecary hadn't changed.
However, the notice board at the door of the apothecary now read "Closed."
Judging by its appearance, the apothecary had been closed for a long ti, as a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the notice board below.
However, through Yang Jian's ghost eyes, he could see that the apothecary was still under supernatural influence, and it wasn't a case of people leaving an abandoned building.
"Perhaps that apothecary elder has indeed died. Six months might not be long, but for soone at death's door, even a month is hard to endure," Yang Jian speculated in his mind.
To verify his suspicions, he needed to confirm it personally.
Yang Jian stopped in front of the apothecary's door.
He wasn't in the habit of knocking, so he directly removed a door panel from the apothecary's entrance.
Through the panel, the interior of the apothecary appeared dim, and a chilly aura wafted out. At the sa ti, an odd sll lingered within the apothecary, a mixture of several scents. Yang Jian detected the odor of decay, sandalwood, and herbal dicine.
The sll wasn't strong, but it was very unpleasant.
Yang Jian sidestepped the door and entered the apothecary. Finding no one in the shop hall, he proceeded to the back hall based on previous mory.
Soon.
He arrived at the place where he last t the apothecary elder.
The bamboo bed was still there, with a few oil lamps flickering nearby.
But the apothecary elder was absent from the bamboo bed. He wasn't lying there as usual, his whereabouts unknown.
Yang Jian stood in silence.
The next mont.
The fla on the nearby oil lamps turned from yellow to green, then began burning fiercely, dispelling the surrounding darkness while the pale green Ghost Fla beca more rampant.
Since no one was here, there was no need for the apothecary to remain.
Yang Jian intended to burn it down with Ghost Fire.
Without the maintenance of supernatural power, this apothecary would soon succumb to the ravages of ti, collapsing under wind and sun, eventually becoming a pile of rubble.
However, just as he was about to do so, soone unexpectedly erged from a nearby room.
"Yang Jian, are you planning to tear this place down?" Xiao Ru, attracted by the burning Ghost Fire, appeared and stared coldly at Yang Jian.
"You still haven't left this place? Are you unable to adapt to this era? I'm just clearing out supernatural spots, eliminating potential hazards. Since the apothecary's owner has passed away, I see no reason to keep it. The traces of the Republic of China Era should fade away," Yang Jian calmly turned to face her.
Xiao Ru said, "After not seeing you for over six months, you're still as arrogant as ever. It seems this flaw is ingrained in you and cannot be changed. But once again, you'll be disappointed. Master hasn't died, so you don't need to be in such a rush to demolish the shop."
"Not dead?" Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly. "I thought he had passed. Where is he?"
"Wait a mont." Xiao Ru gave him a deep look, then turned and went back into the room.
Yang Jian stood quietly waiting.
After a brief wait, Xiao Ru erged from the room again, carrying a red wooden box. The box was covered with nurous small stickers, each bearing twisted and strange patterns, exuding an eerie aura, as if each sticker contained a fierce ghost.
Carefully, Xiao Ru opened the red box.
Inside was a wrinkled, corpse-spotted, emaciated-looking head.
This head belonged to the apothecary owner, the blind old man.
"Master, Yang Jian is here," Xiao Ru said softly.
"Cough, cough."
As she finished speaking, the head in the box suddenly moved, the wrinkled skin twitching slightly, followed by a few light coughs.
"So that's it: abandoning the body, leaving only a head to reduce the supernatural erosion, can extend one's life. But it's very extre. The balance of the supernatural is important, and dismbering the body ans breaking this balance actively. Though it can prolong existence, the corresponding supernatural erosion will be much more severe than before. It's a thod of quenching thirst with poison."
Yang Jian stared at the head for a mont and quickly understood what was happening.
"But you've chosen this thod, which ans you've reached your limit and had to do it. Fortunately, your box is good, it seems it can store consciousness, waiting for a mont to wake you up. This wouldn't have been possible before, given that you were a top ghost tar from the Republic of China Era. There was no supernatural item to preserve you, but if it's just a head, then it's much easier."
"You're absolutely right." The head of the blind old man opened its mouth and uttered a sentence.
This ant his consciousness still existed and hadn't encountered major issues.
"Is it worth it? Clinging to the last breath." Yang Jian slightly shook his head. "If you're unwilling, you can give a relic. Once the supernatural era ends, I'll have a Soul Summoner from this generation call you back, and you can consider it as having slept."
"If I don't see that hope with my own eyes, I, this old fool, won't be able to die in peace." The blind old man sighed, "Summoning spirits is a good thod, but I'm very afraid that after closing my eyes this ti, there will be no chance of waking up again."
"But seeing you co back to life this ti, my half-year of struggle hasn't been in vain."
"At least this era has produced a top figure. Even if all of us from this generation die out, the future won't be hopeless. It's just a pity...your path has also reached its end, just like ours once did."
His judgnt was still so sharp, perceiving Yang Jian's current state.
Moreover, the blind old man had to admit that Yang Jian has now grown to their level.
But what use is it?
Yang Jian has not beco that special existence, so he still felt sowhat disappointed.
"I seem to already see your future. Most likely you will fight against this supernatural era, then turn the tide, stabilize the situation, save countless people... only to finally die from exhaustion or supernatural erosion, or perhaps natural death." The blind old man continued, "We've done all this before, you're just repeating our path."
"Is the road really at its end, is there really no hope in sight?"
He then slightly moved his eyelids, although his eyes had long ceased to exist, he still wanted to open them to see that distant future.
"I've thought a lot over the past six months, especially studied the issues you were concerned about," Yang Jian began to say, "This ti I've co to enlighten you."
"Whatever idea you have, feel free to say." The blind old man's head showed a bit of anticipation.
Yang Jian said, "I personally believe that the variable you ntioned is fundantally impossible to achieve. Powerful supernatural forces, normal living human consciousness, and endless life—these three points can never simultaneously appear in a living person. To put it simply, your entire generation pursued the wrong direction."
"That's nonsense," Xiao Ru abruptly said from the side.
The blind old man said, "Xiao Ru, let him continue."
Yang Jian was not angry, speaking slowly and calmly, "Why don't you think the other way around? Since the existence you hope for can't appear among humans, could it possibly be born from within evil spirits?"
"Ghosts can't be killed, ghosts themselves are supernatural, they don't worry about being eroded by the supernatural, nor would an evil spirit resurrection occur. This way, a ghost ets the requirents of lifespan and strength, and now you only need to et one requirent: allow a terrifying ghost to possess the consciousness of a normal human being."
"As long as this point is overco, all problems can be easily resolved."
"You're crazy to think like this," Xiao Ru imdiately beca a bit annoyed.
The blind old man said, "Indeed, it's a path-breaking thod. If humans can't do it, then let ghosts do it; fight ghosts with ghosts, using limitless supernatural power to counter infinite supernatural forces. But you overlook one point: even if a ghost possesses normal human consciousness, it will still follow its instincts, becoming a wise ghost that will never stand on the side of humans."
"Your words remind of a few people from before... who tried a similar path but failed."
Yang Jian said, "Looks like the Republic of China Period produced a lot of talents, even this path has been attempted. But I'm not surprised, because I've encountered a few suspected intelligent ghosts, speculating they might have been ghost tars during their lifeti and eventually beca that kind of special ghost."
"But did you ever think that they failed because they took too big a step?"
"Do you have any new ideas?" The blind old man imdiately asked.
Yang Jian waved his hand, and the Ghost Fla in mid-air condensed into two words.
Human, Ghost.
The Ghost Fla is condensing from supernatural power, even the blind old man can sense the presence of those two words.
"Human and ghost are inherently corresponding existences. But who would have thought that between humans and ghosts there exist ghost tars?"
Subsequently, the Ghost Fla condensed once more, with the words ghost tar appearing between human and ghost.
"From human, to ghost tar, then to ghost. In total, three identities. But have you considered that between a ghost tar and a ghost, could there exist a fourth identity?" Yang Jian explained as the Ghost Fla changed again before their eyes.
Human, Ghost Tar, ?, Ghost.
"What on earth are you talking about?" Xiao Ru asked, frowning.
But at this mont, the blind old man fell into deep thought.
With his knowledge and experience, he understood exactly what Yang Jian ant.
"An existence between a ghost tar and an actual ghost?"
Yang Jian calmly said, "Exactly. Just like numbers, ordinary people think that between 1 and 3 there is only a 2, but actually, there are infinite numbers. For example, 2.5, 2.6."
"It's impossible to let a real evil ghost have human consciousness. But if you let the existence between a ghost tar and ghost have human consciousness, then perhaps the difficulty is much less."
"A remarkable guess and idea." The blind old man pondered for a mont before exclaiming in astonishnt.
At that mont, he felt as if he had seen the light and clear skies after parting the clouds.
It turns out the true hope wasn't hidden among ghost tars, but between ghost tars and evil ghosts.
The path of humans has reached the end, there's no hope, this the blind old man knew deeply.
But he was unwilling to give up, yearning for the appearance of that variable.
Yet Yang Jian's words let the blind old man realize perhaps an unprecedented path is about to erge.
"Master, if it's neither a ghost tar nor an evil ghost, then what is it? Does such a thing exist within the supernatural circle?" Xiao Ru asked.
The blind old man, slightly agitated, said, "It's a product of the supernatural, neither human nor ghost nor ghost tar. Such an entity possesses supernatural power, doesn't worry about evil spirit resurrection, nor lifespan exhaustion. The only flaw is that it can be killed. If this supernatural product can have human consciousness, it ans possessing infinite possibilities."
"The variable lies within."
At this mont, he seemingly saw hope.
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