Chapter 303: Who Will Take Yang Jian’s Death?
Seeing the woman’s tragic death, Yang Jian’s expression changed. He felt the dormant Ghost Painting Supernatural surging wildly in his body once again. Then he abruptly released the Ghost Hand holding the woman’s hand.
But this action had already broken the established balance. Even though Yang Jian had just taken Zhang Bohua’s Chinese medicine, once this imbalance appeared, it was irreversible.
Looking at his slightly shriveled hands, Yang Jian’s expression was grave as he looked at Jiang Shan and said:
“She’s dead, and now the Supernatural in my body has a problem again. Damn it, the method on Human Skin Paper shouldn’t have any issues under normal circumstances, so the problem must be with this woman?”
“When did He Yuelian die? Do you remember?”
Equally puzzled, Jiang Shan pointed at the long-dead He Yuelian on the ground and asked.
He also suspected there was something wrong with the woman he brought, but as for the specific issue, he already had an answer in his heart.
Asking Yang Jian again was just to confirm his guess.
The reason both Yang Jian and Jiang Shan focused all their attention on that woman was because although Human Skin Paper’s presented information contained certain traps, its handling methods would not have issues.
After all, it was a ghost and needed to follow the basic patterns of ghosts.
So Human Skin Paper could only tell the truth. Although it could create lies through truth, in the current situation, this could naturally be ruled out.
“He Yuelian?”
Yang Jian was slightly stunned when he heard this name, because this was the first time he heard the name of the woman whose hand he was holding.
After thinking for a moment, he slowly said:
“At that time, my consciousness was in a state of sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic. I’m not too sure when she died, but I remember that at least half an hour after you left, her condition started to become somewhat off.”
“Half an hour?”
Hearing this information, Jiang Shan recalled that half an hour after they left, he was confronting Zhang Xiangguang’s main body.
Yang Jian suddenly continued: “The time He Yuelian and this woman controlled Ghost Painting differed by nearly half an hour. So, when being eroded by Ghost Painting’s Supernatural, what is most important?”
“Consciousness.”
Jiang Shan, having confirmed the answer, stated firmly.
As someone who personally experienced controlling Ghost Painting, Yang Jian noticed this point when Jiang Shan asked about the time. He showed no surprise and instead asked in a heavy tone:
“So what next? I can clearly feel my own condition deteriorating. If I try a few more people with Ghost Painting, it might revive again.”
Jiang Shan said: “There aren’t many choices now. This woman was someone I found in Death Row Prison. She killed dead people, her husband’s entire family including her mother-in-law, and her own son.”
“Killing people doesn’t mean having a firm will, but aside from Ghost Wielders, how many ordinary people can hold out against inescapable Supernatural? Moreover, this can’t be screened for. Before trying, you’ll never know if someone’s will is firm.”
Yang Jian listened to Jiang Shan’s words in silence. Of course, he had thought of these things too, but the current situation was bloody and laid out right in front of him.
If he couldn’t find a woman to replace him, to bear the Supernatural of Ghost Bride and Ghost Painting, then as soon as the Music Box and that Chinese medicine’s effects wore off, he would undoubtedly die.
“For the next person to replace you, I give you two choices: either I go to prison to find a man and use the ghost I control to turn him into a woman, or find a woman you have feelings for.”
“I’m not sure about the effect of a man, but that woman you have feelings for might grit her teeth and hold on for you.”
No sooner had he finished speaking,
Yang Jian said: “I’ll give you two numbers. Call them. I have too few chances to trial and error now. Every next person must have a chance of success.”
Even though he knew those who got involved had almost no chance of survival, he was helpless at the moment and could only continue in an icy tone:
“The first number is Wang Shanshan, a high school classmate of mine from before. Due to certain reasons, she became a kind of Ghost Slave existence.”
“The second number is Jiang Yan, a woman I casually saved half a year ago when I had just become a Ghost Wielder.”
“These two should both be in Dachang City now. They know more or less about things in the Supernatural Circle. Tell them my situation and let them decide for themselves. If they don’t want to come, don’t bring them. You know why.”
Jiang Shan of course knew the reason.
The woman who just died proved that the person to replace Yang Jian and first control Ghost Painting must have a firm will, and the reason for finding people close to Yang Jian was exactly for that.
Hoping to support the fragile human consciousness’s instinct through those so-called “emotions.”
An unwilling person naturally wouldn’t have that consciousness. Even if forcibly brought, it would just waste her life and one of Yang Jian’s chances.
After noting down the two numbers Yang Jian mentioned, Jiang Shan said: “If neither of these two is willing to come, then I’ll bring a woman transformed from a man.”
Hearing this, Yang Jian said nothing more, just silently nodded.
“Cao Yanhua, check the positioning of the mobile phones for these two phone numbers, then send it to my satellite phone immediately. Also, send me Zhou Deng’s location.”
After leaving Ghost House, Jiang Shan handed this mission to Cao Yanhua, then immediately covered half of Dajing City with Ghost Domain, searching for Zhou Deng’s traces.
Because the Dead Face Ghost’s Ghost Domain could only let him move by borrowing it, this trip to Dachang City to pick up Wang Shanshan and Jiang Yan could only rely on Zhou Deng’s Ghost Domain.
Near an airport in Dajing City, Jiang Shan saw Zhou Deng and others organizing personnel.
With a flash of silver light.
“Zhou Deng, come with me next. We’ll need to travel the whole way using Ghost Domain. I’ll help suppress the fierce ghost in your body. Hand this mission here to someone else.” Jiang Shan, who suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Deng, said calmly.
The stunned Zhou Deng came back to his senses. Though somewhat confused, he immediately arranged for personnel to take over and manage the many branch persons in charge.
“Minister Jiang.”
“Brother Jiang.”
Although many branch persons in charge had joined the branch for less than two months, and some had only seen Jiang Shan once or twice, they still held reverence for their top superior.
Whether it was the branch’s treatment or Jiang Shan’s ability to handle Supernatural Revival for them, these two points were incomparable to any other organization or club.
“Everyone’s worked hard. Committee Member Cao should have already explained the situation in Dajing City to you all. I don’t need to say much about what Dajing City is. Headquarters now has a problem. If Dajing City falls, domestic Supernatural will completely lose control.”
“I won’t say any pretty words. Whether it’s you or me, we all eat Headquarters’ bowl of rice and enjoy the stable life maintained by Headquarters. So what we’re doing now is not just for Headquarters, for the domestic Supernatural Circle, but for ourselves.”
“I believe no one wants their wife, kids, parents, and family to live in terror where fierce ghosts roam and Supernatural revives. So please give your all. After everything ends, I’ll handle your Supernatural Revival issues. If you encounter a fierce ghost that can’t be detained, retreat in time. If Dajing City really falls, you are the only force to maintain the situation.”
Looking at the dozens of variously shaped persons in charge in front of him, at least forty or fifty people, Jiang Shan, after informing Zhou Deng, faced everyone and spoke gravely.
Although the Supernatural he now controlled was no longer on the same level as these persons in charge in the early stages of Supernatural Revival, it was undeniable.
These forty or fifty Ghost Wielders were still a terrifying force that no one could ignore.
With billions of people domestically, though Headquarters was doing its utmost to control Supernatural Events, the base number of Ghost Wielders was still extremely considerable.
Yang Jian becoming a god was indeed because he had that ability,
but it was undeniable that without these grassroots persons in charge maintaining the domestic situation,
in a turbulent, chaotic environment, everything might change. Yang Jian might die handling a Supernatural Event or at the hands of a mad Ghost Wielder.
All of this was unknown.
But no matter what, stability of the domestic situation was essential. A good environment would allow Ghost Wielders time and life to develop and grow.
“As long as we don’t die, even if fierce ghost revives, Minister Jiang will handle it for us?”
“How to handle it? Like with Team Zhou, controlling a second, even third ghost?”
“Real or fake? Isn’t controlling a second ghost supposed to require ensuring no conflict with the ghost in the body? If we really control another ghost, doesn’t that mean we can live several more years?”
Hearing Jiang Shan’s words, even the crowd who had been tormented by fierce ghosts for months and numbed instantly exploded, with almost no one able to stay calm.
After all, some joined the branch precisely for spots to control a second or third ghost.
Back then, Jiang Shan’s live broadcast in the Supernatural Circle helping Zhou Deng control a third ghost was too stunning. That was why he became the world’s number one Ghost Wielder in both domestic and international Supernatural Circles.
Ordinary Ghost Wielders struggled just to survive against ghosts.
And that live broadcast scene was like someone telling them pufferfish is poisonous, but someone could chew pufferfish like gum—shocking.
“Everyone quiet down. I’m Su Li, one of the first batch of Ghost Wielders to join the branch. Next, Committee Member Cao and I will arrange your actions.”
While Jiang Shan was telling Zhou Deng the details, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and wrapped full of bandages suddenly stepped in front of the crowd.
Though this man’s face looked very refined, his voice was extremely hoarse:
“Committee Member Cao has connected everyone’s communication channels. The information has also been sent to you all. Still Minister Jiang’s words: while detaining fierce ghosts, ensure your own safety.”
Even though order had been maintained, some persons in charge still occasionally glanced at Jiang Shan, as if wanting a precise answer.
And though Jiang Shan was not old, how could he not understand these people’s thoughts.
After all, most Ghost Wielders were the same—they all wanted to live longer, to keep living, so this guarantee was crucial.
“Just as you think. Everything you do in Dajing City will be recorded by the branch system. As long as you meet the standard, I’ll help you control a second, third, even fourth fierce ghost.”
Before leaving, Jiang Shan looked at the crowd and said indifferently.
“Joking? Controlling a fourth fierce ghost? Really possible?”
“Think why Dajing City hasn’t fallen yet. From what I know, Headquarters’ communications and information recovery were all led by Minister Jiang.”
“So if I detain one ghost this time and survive to go back, I can control a second ghost? According to Headquarters’ data back then, my life would be extended by one or two years?”
The situation that had just calmed instantly exploded again like a pot, even Su Li maintaining order was somewhat excited.
He was previously a folk Ghost Wielder who coincidentally controlled two fierce ghosts, but due to a certain Supernatural Event, the fierce ghost in his body was on the verge of revival.
So after seeing that live broadcast, he joined the branch to gamble. After all, as long as he made achievements, he could really continue living.
And now Jiang Shan’s promise was like a catalyst. The crowd’s current mood and emotions were something ordinary people could never imagine.
No sooner had he spoken,
Jiang Shan and Zhou Deng’s figures disappeared from the crowd’s view amid the interweaving appearance of silver light and yellow mist.
Under Ghost Domain travel, even a journey of thousands of miles was just a small matter solved in a few minutes.
Dachang City, Guanjiang Residential Area.
In front of a somewhat eerie small temple.
“We’re here.”
With Jiang Shan’s hint, Zhou Deng, who had been using Ghost Domain to closely follow behind him, finally chose to stop.
The two’s figures gradually became clear in front of the small temple.
Zhou Deng, influenced by Deceiver Ghost Supernatural the whole way, felt no discomfort even using Supernatural throughout. He looked at Jiang Shan with some disbelief.
“Creak.”
Suddenly, the small temple’s door opened.
A young woman around twenty, wearing a white dress and with jet-black hair, slowly walked out. Her expression was cold, her gaze icy, without a trace of emotion.
“Who are you? Why come here?”
Seeing Jiang Shan who looked like a normal person and the pale-faced Zhou Deng, this weird duo made Wang Shanshan wary.
While questioning, her gaze slightly glanced toward the darkness behind the temple door, as if something extremely terrifying existed in that darkness.
And Jiang Shan naturally noticed her gaze, but he didn’t care at all and directly said:
“Yang Jian is dying.”
