Chapter 304: I Am Willing To Die
Jiang Shan didn’t say any paving the way, but directly got straight to the point and continued speaking to Wang Shanshan:
“I shouldn’t need to say much, you can feel it yourself, right? I’m Jiang Shan, one of the ministers at headquarters. Yang Jian. The current situation is like this, you consider it yourself.”
After roughly informing Wang Shanshan of Yang Jian’s current situation, Jiang Shan chose not to speak anymore and silently lit a cigarette, waiting for Wang Shanshan’s answer.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t say those persuasive words, but there was no need.
A person’s will, no matter how firm, has limits under human instinct, unless supported by some external things.
For example, faith, emotion.
And these things must be completely from the heart; if they can be persuaded, it only proves one thing:
Not firm.
So this was why Jiang Shan no longer spoke much; all the pros and cons, the purpose of finding her was to substitute death for Yang Jian—these things he had already fully informed her.
The current choice was not in his hands, but in Wang Shanshan’s hands.
“Half a year ago, Yang Jian, Zhang Wei, and I survived a deadly escape at school. In fact, without Yang Jian back then, I would have already died.”
“Then there was the Starving Ghost; he has saved my life more than once. Now I can still be alive entirely because of him. If he dies, I won’t have any possibility of living on either, not to mention, even a dog knows to repay kindness—how could I just watch him die?”
Wang Shanshan deeply looked at Jiang Shan once, still with an icy tone, and continued:
“Only Wang Shanshan and Yang Jian can command the Ghost Child. If both of us die, I hope you can handle this thing. Dachang City has already suffered enough tragedy; don’t let those tragedies happen a second time, okay?”
“You’ve already done more than enough for Yang Jian, and now I’m still troubling you. I really don’t know how Yang Jian should repay this favor if he survives this time. Thank you.”
As she spoke, Wang Shanshan suddenly slightly bowed toward Jiang Shan. Although she and Yang Jian rarely communicated or interacted usually, there was a tacit understanding between them that couldn’t be put into words.
Or rather, because of the Ghost Eye curse, she could empathize with Yang Jian’s feelings more than others and was more willing to consider things for Yang Jian.
After saying these things, Wang Shanshan turned around to look deep into the small temple and softly called:
“Come here.”
Something seemed to disappear in the darkness of the small temple, and a gust of wind carrying a chilling sensation appeared.
The next moment,
A child appeared beside Wang Shanshan.
The Ghost Child, with its bluish-black skin, was scary just to look at, and those red eyes without pupils inexplicably carried a weird ferocity.
At this moment, it slightly tilted its head looking at Wang Shanshan, as if waiting for the next command, but this seemingly innocent and harmless gaze made people inexplicably horrified.
“This ghostly thing, Yang Jian is actually raising a Starving Ghost too?” The moment he saw the Ghost Child, Zhou Deng’s expression changed slightly, his pupils suddenly contracting.
Although he knew that people like Jiang Shan were very bold, he hadn’t thought that even Yang Jian, who had just gained some reputation, would be so mad.
The act of raising a Starving Ghost was absolutely not something a normal person could do, because anyone with a bit of reason wouldn’t possibly do this.
Everyone in the Supernatural Circle knew.
Ghosts were too dangerous and terrifying, a kind of uncontrollable, incomprehensible weirdness. Not to mention keeping one by your side—even living in the same city could make people have nightmares at night.
“Yang Jian really left this ghostly thing behind. Rather than calling it a ghost, it’s better to say it’s the body of a god. Unfortunately, I cannot copy Yang Jian’s path; the supernatural I control is essentially completely different from his.”
Looking at the Ghost Child in front of him, Jiang Shan felt somewhat emotional in his heart. Most of the things Yang Jian obtained and paid attention to along the way became puzzle pieces on his path to becoming a god.
And from the start, the Ghost Characters and Dead Face Ghost that he controlled doomed the two to never walk the same path.
Jiang Shan pointed at the Ghost Child, then calmly said: “I’ll hold onto this ghost for Yang Jian first. If he survives, I’ll return it to him.”
“Mm.”
After getting the reply, before Wang Shanshan could issue the order, Jiang Shan picked up the Ghost Child casually as if shopping in a mall and threw it into the Ghost Mirror Shard.
The Ghost Child was like that timid little dog, showing absolutely no reaction throughout the entire process.
“I haven’t given the Ghost Child any orders yet, so it should still retain the ghost’s characteristics, but it didn’t attack him? This…”
Before Wang Shanshan could recover from her astonishment, a yellow mist spread, followed by a voice:
“Don’t resist.”
At the same time,
In a five-story villa in Guanjiang Residential Area.
Although it was past four in the morning, Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin hadn’t slept. They sat in the living room on the first floor looking at messages on their mobile phones, both feeling worried in their hearts.
The news on the mobile phone about Dajing City being blockaded for certain reasons made them increasingly uneasy.
“This news is definitely off. When Yang Jian left, didn’t he say he was going to a Ghost Wielder headquarters meeting? I saw his flight ticket; the final destination was Dajing City. Now Dajing City has this blockade news—this matter is absolutely related to Yang Jian and them.”
Jiang Yan said, then she frowned and continued:
“Dajing City has been blockaded for a whole day. How is Yang Jian now? His phone isn’t connecting, and he’s not replying to messages.”
Zhang Liqin beside her slightly shook her head: “Don’t overthink it. Yang Jian definitely won’t have an accident. Back then in Dachang City when it was like that, he could still ensure that he and us all survived. I believe in him. If Dajing City is the Ghost Wielders’ headquarters, then it definitely won’t have too big a problem—Yang Jian too.”
“You’re right. If even the Ghost Wielders’ headquarters, like the country’s political center, has a problem, then how will the domestic situation be maintained later? Although Dajing City is blockaded, this kind of blockade shouldn’t last too long. After all, I don’t need to say how important it is there. Maybe Yang Jian’s phone has some issue—he won’t die. Did you forget how he saved us?”
Zhang Liqin’s words were comforting Jiang Yan, but actually also comforting herself.
Even though she and Yang Jian had only had one night of intimacy, Yang Jian’s life-saving grace toward her was real. Even if the emotions between them were only maintained in the scope of physical desire and life-saving, her worry for Yang Jian was genuine.
“You’re right. I saw online many say that Dajing City was blockaded because PM2.5 exploded. If even someone like Yang Jian died, then Dajing City’s news and communications wouldn’t say it like that.” Jiang Yan blinked and said.
“Yeah, news always reports the good and not the bad. Others might not know Yang Jian’s abilities, but don’t we know? If he died, we wouldn’t need to live either.” Zhang Liqin smiled and agreed.
Jiang Yan thought for a moment. Seeming to have figured it out, she tossed her mobile phone aside and softly asked:
“Sis Qin, what you said makes me feel much more at ease. You’re right—if Yang Jian died, we absolutely wouldn’t live much longer either. Our lives were given by him.”
“Exactly. Don’t worry randomly anymore. Even if Yang Jian really has some problem, we can’t help with anything. Rather than sitting here worrying emptily, better to go sleep, then tomorrow take good care of Yang Jian’s mother and wait for his news.”
Zhang Liqin propped her chin, casually watching the TV and said.
Jiang Yan’s eyes lit up: “Yeah. After this episode of the TV series finishes, we’ll go sleep. Thanks for the hard work, Sis Qin, staying up so late with me. Yang Jian definitely won’t have an accident—he’s the kind of person who absolutely won’t die.”
Seeing Jiang Yan like this, the uneasy stone in Zhang Liqin’s heart also fell. She nodded and continued:
“It’s fine. I am worried about Yang Jian’s safety too, but we’re just worrying blindly now. Better to obediently go sleep and wait for him to come back.”
Suddenly.
At this moment, a chilling wind blew in, and the originally tightly closed door creaked open slowly.
In the silent night, this sound made the chatting Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin instantly get goosebumps, then subconsciously look toward the door.
At this moment, the door was wide open, outside was dim, the lights flickering unstably as if interfered with, the current unstable.
After a silver light mixed with yellow mist enveloped the entire residential area, the figures of two men appeared in front of the two sitting on the sofa.
“Who!” Jiang Yan mustered courage and asked, her body tensing up.
Accompanied by the flickering lights in the courtyard outside, that silhouette briefly appeared. Those two people—one wore a black suit, his whole demeanor imposing without anger, just a glance making Jiang Yan’s heart tense involuntarily.
As for the other person beside the suited man, he seemed much more ordinary, wearing grayish-white casual clothes. Apart from his face looking somewhat pale and his temperament slightly weird, he was just like an NPC on the road.
If it were usual times, Jiang Yan wouldn’t even glance at him.
But the two suddenly appearing in the home still made Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin tense up. Because they had some contact with supernatural events, Jiang Yan knew the two young men in front of her were definitely not ordinary people, so she mustered courage and questioned:
“Who are you? This is Dachang City person in charge Yang Jian’s home. He’s out on a mission now. If you have something, wait a few days.”
But the people outside didn’t move, no response, no reaction, and instead a voice without any emotion rang out:
“Yang Jian is going to die. He needs you.”
“What nonsense are you saying? How could someone like Yang Jian die? If you have nothing else, please leave. This is Yang Jian’s private residence; his personality doesn’t welcome anyone.”
A flash of disbelief passed through Jiang Yan’s eyes. For Yang Jian like a god, she absolutely wouldn’t believe the news that he would die, so she suddenly stood up and yelled loudly at Jiang Shan.
But as her words fell.
A scene belonging to Yang Jian appeared in her and Zhang Liqin’s minds—that was Yang Jian’s current situation, presented to their consciousness by Jiang Shan through the Blood Ghost’s supernatural in the form of an image.
“This is Yang Jian’s current state. You’ve surely seen the Dajing City blockade news. I ordered the blockade. Now Yang Jian concerns domestic safety. If he dies, domestic supernatural will completely lose control, and then everyone will be under the shroud of fierce ghosts.”
“You’ve seen the specific situation. I don’t need to say more. I can clearly tell you, Yang Jian is going to die. He now needs to find someone who can substitute death for him, but this person must be willing from the heart; otherwise, her death won’t have any effect and will instead worsen the situation.”
“The meaning of my words is very clear: if you’re not willing from the heart to substitute death for Yang Jian, then state it early—don’t waste time.”
Accompanied by the appearance of the image in their minds, Jiang Shan’s voice echoed in the empty living room.
Knowing the general situation, Zhang Liqin widened her eyes, her body slightly trembling, revealing an indescribable fear.
Although she wasn’t that familiar with Yang Jian, the memory of that man saving her down from that green mist like God was still in her mind. She couldn’t believe that such a person would face such a plight.
“What?! Yang Jian is actually going to die? You’re not lying to me, right? This, this how is this possible! He actually needs someone to substitute death for him now, I…”
Although Jiang Yan was somewhat thick-headed, she had experienced supernatural events too and immediately reacted, her eyes widening, revealing fear.
She and Zhang Liqin thought the same—no difference. Both women saved by Yang Jian, she already saw Yang Jian as her pillar, life’s reliance, mental support.
But now someone told her that such a person not only was going to die but needed her to substitute death.
The huge gap made her unable to accept it for a moment.
Seeing them like this, Jiang Shan wasn’t surprised at all and slowly walked out from the silver light.
He smoked sitting on the sofa, ignoring their doubtful gazes, and slowly said:
“Now the decision is in your two hands. If you don’t want to go, I won’t force you. Time is precious; I hope you can give me an answer soon.”
Having seen the suddenly appearing image in their minds, the two realized the severity of the problem. They no longer had the courage to look at Jiang Shan and directly slumped to the ground.
“I I…”
Jiang Yan hugged her head, her expression in immense pain, as if her heart was suffering huge torment.
Seeing this, Jiang Shan didn’t speak; he had anticipated this situation. After all, Yang Jian had only been with Jiang Yan for less than half a year—how deep could the feelings be?
Willingly going to death was absolutely not as simple as saying it.
If this choice truly happened to you, deciding without thinking was absolutely impossible.
Just as Jiang Shan was about to leave, he suddenly heard a voice:
“I’m willing to go.”
