Mysterious Awakening

"This thing actually didn't disappear during the Hungry Ghost incident..."

Yang Jian looked at the bench at the end of the street, and the person sitting on it, his expression becoming a bit solemn.

After the Hungry Ghost incident in Dachang City, local supernatural events had almost all been resolved by the Hungry Ghost.

That thing needed to grow by seizing other ghosts, assembling a terrifying body, so neither ghost controllers nor other supernatural beings could escape this Hungry Ghost incident.

Unexpectedly, after he had run out of his home in a sorry state, that ghostly thing still lingered there.

Yang Jian hadn't failed to go back and look, but he had never found it, after all, at the time he needed that ghost hand and the red paper within it to suppress the gradually reviving ghost eye.

He had gradually started to forget about this thing, yet today it appeared before him of its own accord.

"It's here that I'll imprison this thing," Yang Jian immediately firmed up his thoughts.

He was no longer the weakling who had just become a ghost controller; now, as long as he wasn't facing some terrifying and unsolvable fierce ghost, he could still imprison it.

The ghost eye emitted a red light.

But in the next moment, he was taken aback.

Red papers filled the sky, blocking his vision and also obstructing the opening of the Ghost Domain.

"Could this thing be born to suppress the ghost eye?" Yang Jian furrowed his eyebrows, recalling past experiences, and immediately discarded the idea of using the ghost eye.

Then, a black shadow gradually emerged from his body. This shadow took on the shape of a human outline and overlapped with Yang Jian's body, completely engulfing it.

Now, Yang Jian's body had completely turned into a Ghost Shadow, only the head on his neck still remained.

At first glance, it looked like a shadow with a human head on top. The head wasn't dead, still lively, eyes firmly staring ahead, sending chills down one's spine; this strange and incoherent combination looked unusually eerie.

If it wasn't for the fact that Yang Jian could still maintain consciousness, he himself would be a supernatural event.

The Ghost Shadow covered his body, replacing the normal flesh, and everything below the head had completely turned into a ghost.

Moreover, the revival of the Ghost Shadow also began to affect the surrounding objects.

Beneath Yang Jian's feet, a dense darkness like ink slowly diffused around, as if to congeal into a dark mass that would engulf the entire street.

After a few days of rest and recovery, he had been busy; his control over the Headless Ghost Shadow had improved another level, and without the ghost eye, he would not be weaker.

Because the Headless Ghost Shadow had crashed, Yang Jian could use this power temporarily without worrying about its revival, so various attempts could be made.

But the thing sitting at the end of the street reading the newspaper seemed not to plan to do nothing.

A strange cold wind began to blow around.

The red paper flew through the air, with a human face on each sheet, each face filled with expressions of despair, fear, and breakdown. These expressions interwoven together, made one feel as if they were in hell, filled with negativity, without a glimmer of light or hope.

The face on the back of each paper might represent an innocent person who had been attacked, and those expressions of despair were what they left behind before dying.

Yang Jian was definitely not the first target attacked, and Zhao Lei is definitely not the last.

God knows how many faces this ghost has collected.

The red paper with faces flew to the ground and stuck there motionless; flying onto the expanding Ghost Shadow, they pressed down like a heavy stone, and the surrounding Ghost Shadow astonishingly lost its ability to move, entering into a still state.

It was as if they were suppressed.

More red paper flew toward Yang Jian, especially those with faces, now wearing sinister expressions, diving straight for his face.

They seemed to want to cover Yang Jian's face with the faces on the red paper, to give him a new face.

Once the face-changing succeeded, what would happen next was unknown, but it certainly wouldn't be good; perhaps Yang Jian would even have his memory altered there and then, becoming a puppet to this ghost.

Every ghost's ability is very unique, and some are inherently unsolvable.

"Ghost Shadow gets suppressed by this red paper? Although it's just a small part, this is already unimaginable. If used well, it might not be a Coffin Nail, but no matter how strange the ability, it's useless if it can't fully suppress. As long as it doesn't have a high Terror Level and that thing doesn't succeed, I won't lose," Yang Jian thought to himself.

He then emotionlessly grabbed one of his own arms.

"Crack~!"

The black arm was removed, revealing his real body underneath.

Yang Jian used the power of the Ghost Shadow to remove part of the Ghost Shadow's body.

This was a new way to use it, inspired by the Coffin Nail that had imprisoned the Hungry Ghost.

The arm of the Ghost Shadow in Yang Jian's hand was then thrown out like a javelin. Continue your adventure with empire

Altered by a fierce ghost, his body had strength beyond that of ordinary people, and the arm of the Ghost Shadow instantly pierced through several of the red papers with faces that were coming towards him, flying out at a terrifying speed.

After all, the Ghost Shadow could also seize the bodies of other ghosts, which itself is a form of suppression. Using this suppressive power as a weapon is feasible, and although it's not as easy as the Coffin Nail which could easily solve the Hungry Ghost, Yang Jian was confident he could suppress ghosts that didn't have a high Terror Level.

Although the ghost eye on his forehead couldn't smoothly open the Ghost Domain, it could still lock onto the person reading the newspaper at the end of the street.

This attack couldn't possibly go wrong.

The next moment.

The person sitting on the bench collapsed onto the ground, the red newspaper in their hand pierced through, the arm of the Ghost Shadow like a javelin, impaling it.

"Did it work?"

Yang Jian felt uncertain, as this was his first attempt at using such an ability. If he failed, he would have to consider another method of harnessing the power of a malevolent ghost.

However, practicing on a ghost with a relatively low threat level was a good opportunity. If successful, it meant that from now on, he would have a means to counterattack malevolent ghosts, without having to desperately search for patterns as he did in previous paranormal incidents, utilizing the ghosts' behavioral flaws to imprison them.

It seemed to be effective.

The desolate streets around him suddenly seemed to return to normal.

Pedestrians began to appear around the street, and the face-shaped papers fluttering around Yang Jian fell to the ground, no longer eerie.

Yang Jian glanced at them, they were blood-streaked human skins face.

They seemed as if they had just been freshly peeled off the skin of living people, and each face was intact, even the eyelids, as if they still had bodies, then there would be actual living persons.

Ignoring these things, he knew they were just paranormal manifestations derived from malevolent ghosts.

The source was only one.

He strode over to see what the outcome looked like.

However, as Yang Jian approached, he paused slightly in surprise.

A few scattered, tattered clothes on the ground.

A human skin face that had already ruptured, not belonging to Zhao Lei, but to an unknown woman, likely an innocent victim.

Beyond that, there were no other victims.

"False, just something akin to a decoy. The real Zhao Lei probably took the opportunity to escape when he made his move earlier," Yang Jian frowned. "Did this guy come to find me knowing that the red paper could suppress my eyes and thus was fearless?"

His own Ghost Domain was under suppression, and with abilities similar to the Ghost Domain, indeed, he had the capital to flaunt before him.

However, Yang Jian didn't think Zhao Lei could still be considered a normal ghost master. He believed Zhao Lei's memories had been completely altered, indirectly manipulated by that ghost; otherwise, his personality wouldn't have become this unrecognizable, a complete change from before.

Pushing aside the pile of ragged clothes and retrieving the arm of the Ghost Shadow, Yang Jian saw the words Zhao Lei had left with his blood: We will meet again, now is not the time.

"Liu Xiaoyu, issue a warrant for Zhao Lei," Yang Jian said.

Ignoring the message, he turned back to his car, picked up the satellite-locating phone, and directly connected with the communications officer.

Liu Xiaoyu was stunned upon receiving his call.

Hadn't the incident in Dachang City already concluded? What else had happened?

Nevertheless, Yang Jian indeed had the authority to issue a warrant, and could nationally pursue an individual provided the conditions were met.

"Zhao Lei? Who is he? Do you have any related files over there, what crime did he commit?" Liu Xiaoyu didn't ask too much, only some basic information.

"My classmate, the one who survived from No. 7 Middle School. You should have a record over there. He is now suspected of being controlled by a malevolent ghost, yet he has retained his own thoughts and intelligence, and seems to have inherited a part of my memory, he is well aware of my circumstances, the specifics are unclear since there's only been one encounter, so it's merely speculation.

But I'm certain Zhao Lei is an anomaly, if left unattended, it will lead to major problems," Yang Jian spoke directly.

Liu Xiaoyu was dumbfounded upon hearing this.

Are you kidding me? Such a thing happened?

"Alright, I'll issue the warrant immediately," Liu Xiaoyu didn't ask for evidence.

In Dachang City, Yang Jian's words were evidence enough, no need for reasons.

"Notify me immediately if he's found, I'll deal with him," Yang Jian said.

Given Zhao Lei's situation, there was no longer any need to be concerned about him being a classmate.

But even though he said this, he didn't hold much confidence in being able to find Zhao Lei through a national facial recognition system.

These faces on the ground were the best evidence; he could completely switch to another face to live.

Issuing such a warrant was partly hoping for a stroke of luck, better than doing nothing.

However, as he left, looking at the rapidly decomposing, foul-smelling human skin faces on the ground, Yang Jian inexplicably thought of the female ghost master Tong Qian.

That ghost face.

If the ghost controlling Zhao Lei kept collecting other people's faces, was it searching for the androgynous, eerily-smiling Ghost Face behind Tong Qian's head?

If this entity succeeded in obtaining Tong Qian's face, what would happen?

For some reason, thinking about this sent an inexplicable chill through Yang Jian's heart.

But then he felt it was probably just a strange coincidence.

Yet, was this really just a coincidence?

Yang Jian drove on, lost in thought.

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