"To perfectly control the Ghost Shadow, I need to make use of the Ghost Rope, and also the power of the Ghost Mirror."
"After all this nonsense, you have piqued my curiosity. So what is the thod?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes.
The writing on the skin paper completely vanished, leaving behind only a line of bold black characters: Integrate the Ghost Shadow into your body and then hang yourself in front of the Ghost Mirror with the Ghost Rope.
Seeing this thod erge on the skin paper, Yang Jian couldn’t help but stagger back several steps in shock.
A naless fear surged into his heart, chilling him to the bone, a coldness rushing in.
Integrate the Ghost Shadow into your body, and then hang yourself in front of the Ghost Mirror with the Ghost Rope?
A single sentence revealed three certain death outcos.
Firstly, if the Ghost Shadow is fully integrated into the body, death is certain.
Once the Ghost Shadow is out of control, the body will imdiately fall to pieces. It’s possible that one might even decapitate oneself while sleeping, which is why the Ghost Shadow has always been restricted to the outside of the body.
Hanging oneself with the Ghost Rope is the second certain death outco.
The Ghost Rope has been resurrected. Once it ensnares anyone, death is certain—escaping is very difficult even for a ghost tar. Not every ghost tar has the sa kind of shroud as Ye Feng, which can block the attacks of other vengeful spirits.
Standing in front of the Ghost Mirror.
That is even more impossible.
He rembered clearly the situation of his cousin, Shangguan Yun. Once the Ghost Mirror reflects you, it will leave behind your shadow, which is not actually you, but a ghost from inside the mirror transford. This could be seen from Zhang Wei’s experience.
If one stands in front of the Ghost Mirror for an extended period.
Yang Jian would be trapped inside the mirror, replaced by a ghost that would erge.
This is the third certain death outco.
And yet, the skin paper was suggesting he do all of these at once.
This was essentially elaborate suicide.
If there was ever an award for the best way to die in this world, Yang Jian felt that with this strategy, no one could beat him; the trophy could comfortably rest on his grave.
However, more writing continued to appear on the skin paper.
"To perfectly control a ghost, the ghost must be resurrected. Committing suicide with the Ghost Rope will perfectly stimulate the complete resurrection of the Ghost Shadow. Even the Ghost Eyes inside my body cannot suppress it. Once the Ghost Shadow succeeds in resurrecting, it will completely seize my body.
This is a certain death outco, but it’s also the prerequisite for perfectly controlling a ghost."
"The ghost inside the Ghost Mirror can switch into the mirror, yet the power of the Ghost Mirror is useless against other ghosts. After I die, the fully resurrected Ghost Shadow will face a unique situation while I hang myself in front of the Ghost Mirror. The Ghost Shadow that controls my body will contest with the Ghost Mirror for my body."
"So who will win?"
"No one will win; in the end, the only winner will be . When my head stretches out from the Ghost Mirror again, I will have resurrected. At the sa ti, the contest between the Ghost Mirror and the Ghost Shadow for my body will vanish, and I will have perfectly tad the Ghost Shadow inside my body."
Seeing this terrifying and insane thod, Yang Jian found it unbelievable yet damnably plausible.
It was like using the unique traits of ghosts to artificially create a logical loop.
The end result being both ghosts crashing, and Yang Jian, as the third party, becoming the ultimate winner.
"You’re a fucking genius. I can’t believe you actually ca up with this thod."
Yang Jian stared at the skin paper, feeling a mix of fear and an impulsive desire to try it.
If it really succeeded, his body would be thoroughly transford into that of a ghost’s.
How could he not beco incredibly formidable?
Yet, the next line on the skin paper darkened his expression: "Of course, there is a possibility of failure with this thod. If I fail, I’ll simply hang dead from the ceiling, having executed an impeccable suicide. And no one would dare co to collect my corpse."
It’s not 100% successful.
If, during the clash of two ghosts, one doesn’t "crash" but instead overpowers the other,
then Yang Jian would die a horrible, horrible death.
It’s like a high-stakes gamble with one’s life.
This is no ga where you can just restart if you fail; if this isn’t played right, a horde of vicious ghosts will be resurrected.
"This thod is too horrifying. If it’s just to deal with Ye Feng, taking such a risk doesn’t seem worth it. I’d rather spend ti wearing down that Ye Feng. There’s a chance of failure with hanging oneself, it’s too risky a move."
In the end, caution triumphed over impulsiveness.
Yang Jian tucked away the human skin parchnt and resealed it in the golden box, then put it away properly.
He left the fifth floor with a pensive expression.
Before leaving, he glanced at the room where the Ghost Mirror was kept.
Although he didn’t imdiately decide, the mad thod revealed by the human skin parchnt tonight had already been deeply imprinted in Yang Jian’s mind.
He wouldn’t make that decision now, but should he ever reach a certain dead end, Yang Jian would surely use this thod to fight a desperate battle.
It’s just that, at the mont, the timing isn’t right.
"I can’t risk following the thod on the human skin parchnt. I’ve risked my life too many tis; I can’t expect to be lucky enough to survive every ti. It seems I still need to find a way to increase my own abilities."
With that thought, Yang Jian went back to his room to sleep.
But despite resting, he couldn’t fall asleep.
His physical condition didn’t permit him deep sleep, and now he didn’t really need it, as his normal bodily functions had long been disrupted.
The next day, however, Yang Jian received a call on his satellite-located phone.
It was from Zhao Jianguo.
The appointnt for the person in charge of Dachang City had co through.
The man handling the matter was nad Sun Yi, and he had asked Yang Jian to et at a designated location. At the sa ti, Zhao Jianguo had revealed to him that, once the appointnt was settled, all forces in Dachang City would support Yang Jian in the manhunt for Wang Xiaoqiang and Ye Feng.
"Perfect timing. It looks like Zhao Jianguo has made his choice," Yang Jian mused as he hung up the phone.
If Zhao Jianguo had chosen to stall for ti, then without a doubt, he would be preparing to protect that Wang Xiaoqiang.
But he didn’t.
Because, from an official standpoint, Yang Jian’s contributions were evidently much greater than Wang Xiaoqiang’s.
Wang Xiaoqiang could only add to the chaos, whereas Yang Jian could solve the paranormal events for Dachang City.
If such a simple choice was made incorrectly, Yang Jian would definitely not have chosen to beco an international ghost master.
"I’m going out for a bit."
After hanging up the phone, he grabbed his car keys and prepared to leave imdiately.
"Where are you going? Take with you, I’m really scared to be here alone."
Jiang Yan, dressed in a neat professional outfit that made her look efficient, rushed out and took Yang Jian’s hand with a coquettish tone.
"I’m dealing with a paranormal event, are you coming?" Yang Jian asked.
"I’m off to work, co back early, cutie pie, love you yo." Jiang Yan imdiately let go of Yang Jian’s hand, waved goodbye, and left.
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