Chapter 565 - Chapter 565: Chapter 562: Petty Cleverness

Chapter 565: Chapter 562: Petty Cleverness

When Yang Jian left the dormitory and returned to the basketball hall, the once-empty space was now crowded with students huddled in small groups, seemingly discussing the day’s events, which added a certain clamor to the otherwise quiet basketball hall.

He frowned slightly, “Why arrange for other students to come here?”

A staff member in charge of staying behind approached Yang Jian immediately, “Mister Yang, it’s like this—these students have all had some form of contact with the Ghost Hand painting, and for safety reasons, we’ve temporarily gathered them together. This way, if anything happens, it will be easier to manage.”

“If we let these students wander about, they might bring about a greater impact. After all, we also need to ensure the safety of other personnel.”

“So what?”

Yang Jian fixed his gaze on him, “Gather them together to trigger a paranormal event and then die together?”

…

The staff member was taken aback and quickly explained, “How could that be possible? We have Mister Yang here, and we believe that with Mister Yang’s capabilities, you can fully cope with any situation that may arise.”

“So you mean you want me to clean up the mess? And who told you that I would definitely come to solve the problem if something happened?”

Yang Jian said coldly, “Who came up with this idea? Have him come here.”

The worker hesitated at Yang Jian’s attitude.

Yang Jian said sternly, “Until today’s task is over, I’m still in charge here. If you don’t obey orders, I don’t mind sending you off.”

“Yes, Mister Yang.”

Feeling the icy stare from Yang Jian, and the cold aura emanating from his body, the man felt a shiver run down his spine.

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Despite the man’s young age, he had no doubt that Yang Jian would dare to kill here.

Most spirit controllers are unreasonable madmen.

Watching the man hurry away, Yang Jian slowly withdrew his cold gaze.

Indeed, not everyone is like Wang Quan; some people are talented, while others are just useless, having sneaked in.

They can’t get things done; they only know how to play smart.

“Yang Jian, over here.”

Suddenly, a shout came from the spectator stands in the basketball hall.

Turning around, he saw Miao Xiaoshan waving at him with a smile, gesturing for him to come over.

Yang Jian’s icy expression seemed to soften slightly as he walked over and asked directly, “How is it, nothing happened, right?”

“Nothing, I’m safe here, nothing happened at all. I’m glad you’re okay. I saw the lights go out at the dormitory over there and thought you might be in danger,” Miao Xiaoshan said with a tense face, revealing a hint of anxiety.

“It was easier to handle than the incident at No. 7 Middle School, at least there was no danger to life,” Yang Jian said.

Miao Xiaoshan asked cautiously, “Is it resolved? Will the ghost appear again? You have to be careful. If it gets too dangerous, just hide. There’s no need to confront that thing.”

“Some things can’t be avoided, but whether the ghost will appear again, I don’t know; there’s still a lot that isn’t clear and requires observation for a while.”

Yang Jian pondered for a moment, “So you, and the roommates from your dorm who survived, are not completely out of danger.”

“But I think the problem shouldn’t be too serious.”

The Ghost Hand painting had been contained and removed, so the chances of this school being involved again should be quite small.

His only concern was that he hadn’t figured out the pattern of the Ghost Hand painting appearances.

It wasn’t impossible for a second Ghost Hand painting to emerge at the same location.

Of course, this was just a guess; Yang Jian didn’t have the information to be certain.

“I’ll be alright, don’t worry about me—you should take more care of yourself,” Miao Xiaoshan said.

“I don’t even know how long I’ll survive; there’s nothing to care about.”

Yang Jian said, “The same words as usual—if anything happens, let me know. I’ll be in this city for a few days, but after a while, I’ll have to return to Dachang City, so don’t hide anything. Otherwise, it won’t be so easy to come over after I leave.”

“I understand, but don’t worry, I’m certain I can survive. I have plenty of confidence in you; after all, you’ve never lost a fight,” Miao Xiaoshan encouraged.

Yang Jian let out a laugh, “I’ve never lost a fight, that’s because my opponents were human, not necessarily the case with ghosts. Anyway, there’s no use talking about this; let’s leave here first.”

“Go where?” Miao Xiaoshan asked.

“Of course, to take you back to the dorm to sleep. Where else could you go this late?” Yang Jian said.

“Ah, back to the dorm?” Miao Xiaoshan’s face changed.

“Now that dormitory building is the safest place in the whole school. It’s already been the scene of one incident; the chances of something happening again are much lower than elsewhere because the ghost has already checked for hidden dangers for you once.”

His rationale made sense, but it still sent a shiver down one’s spine to hear it.

“Just the two of us?” Miao Xiaoshan asked cautiously.

“No, after I send you back to the dorm, I have to leave. I still have things to take care of today, so I must go,” Yang Jian said.

Miao Xiaoshan suddenly grabbed Yang Jian’s arm, “Then I won’t go back to the dorm. Can I go with you?”

“Are you scared?” Yang Jian asked her.

“A… little,” Miao Xiaoshan replied.

“Then let that roommate whom I drove away before stay with you. Her situation is the same as yours. If you’re safe, she will be too. If there’s danger for you, it’ll be the same for her. Following me, your chances of dying would be greater,” Yang Jian said.

Having somewhat figured out the situation with the ghost painting, he could let Liu Zi make contact with Miao Xiaoshan.

“Well, okay,” Miao Xiaoshan nodded.

Yang Jian immediately prepared to leave the basketball court with her.

As Miao Xiaoshan was leaving, she looked at the other students gathered there, her expression slightly unnatural.

“All gathered together, it’s like they’re waiting for ghosts at the door. They’ve all had certain contact with the ghost painting. If there’s anywhere most dangerous here, it must be this place.”

Yang Jian spoke indifferently, “Put away your pity, you’ll get used to it. Remember, only seven of us in the school have survived. So, if some people are destined to die, they will certainly die. There’s nothing to sympathize with. Even I can’t guarantee to stay alive if targeted by a ghost, let alone ordinary people.”

“If they’re all right, then your concern is superfluous.”

Miao Xiaoshan nodded slightly, “Yang Jian, you’re right.”

Although such remarks were cruel, she didn’t feel they were wrong, having experienced such terrifying scenes herself.

Just as Yang Jian was about to leave the basketball court, the staff member from before hurried over with a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

“Mister Yang, I heard you were looking for me? May I know what you need?” The middle-aged man had a smile on his face, very polite and respectful.

Yang Jian didn’t even ask for the man’s name. While walking forward, he took off his glove, and then slapped the man across the face.

With the Ghost Hand.

The strength can be imagined.

“Bang!”

Immediately, the man, nearly two hundred pounds, did not even have the chance to react before being sent flying to the ground. His head smashed on the basketball court’s floor with a thud, after which his entire face twisted, teeth not knowing how many had fallen out, blood flowing profusely.

“I spared your life out of respect for the headquarters. You should know why you received that slap. Trying to pull those kinds of tactics with me?”

After speaking, Yang Jian no longer looked at the man, and immediately left with the stunned Miao Xiaoshan.

The middle-aged man couldn’t make out what Yang Jian had said. His head was buzzing, his face indescribably in pain, and he seemed out of control. If not for the lingering sensation, he might even suspect he was about to die.

The other students in the basketball court were shocked by this scene, and the surroundings suddenly quieted down, all of them speculating what had just happened.

But those unaware of the situation could never understand why Yang Jian had delivered such a slap.

“Coach Yao, are you alright? I’ll report this to headquarters immediately,” the nearby staff member said in shock, then hurried over to help.

It took a while for the man known as Coach Yao to regain some clarity. He grabbed the staff member’s hand and said in a muddle, “Don’t report it; otherwise, I’ll fare even worse. Call an ambulance, take me to the hospital. Let’s pretend this never happened.”

At that moment, he was afraid, and the pain mattered less to him.

Coach Yao, of course, understood why Yang Jian had struck him. It was because he had taken it upon himself to store everyone who had contact with the ghost painting in the basketball court for convenience.

Who was inside the basketball court?

A high school female classmate of Yang Jian, with whom he shared an intimate relationship.

Coach Yao was very aware of this, hence his actions. Because if something happened, Yang Jian would not ignore it due to that relationship.

If there was no issue, then he would not be at fault.

Either way, he could ensure that there would be no trouble at his end tonight.

But his minor schemes had been seen through, and this ghost-controller known by the code name Ghost Eye clearly didn’t like being manipulated.

However, people always harbor a glimmer of hope. Coach Yao believed that even if Yang Jian discovered his scheme, it wouldn’t be an issue with the headquarters behind him. Yang Jian wouldn’t dare act recklessly, and he hadn’t meant to harm anyone specifically; he was considering the overall situation.

As for how Yang Jian’s attitude might turn nasty later—that didn’t matter.

After tonight, if everyone completed their mission and went their separate ways, chances of further interaction would be slim, perhaps even never seeing each another again. After all, such people usually have short lives and don’t last long, making any overlap in their paths virtually non-existent.

But Coach Yao hadn’t expected Yang Jian to be so ruthless as to slap him on sight.

“My body, something is wrong.”

As Coach Yao was helped up to go to the hospital, he realized that many parts of his body were acting abnormally. Although he could still move, it was becoming very uncoordinated, and this lack of coordination was intensifying.

At that moment, his fear deepened.

Because he felt that Yang Jian’s slap might have employed the ghost’s power, and now the ghost’s abilities were affecting his body.

Death might not be imminent.

But the consequences would likely be very severe.

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