Chapter 581: Chapter 578 Danger is Coming
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Yang Jianâs current state was quite peculiar.
His body had completely died, turning into a headless corpse lying on the ground, yet his consciousness was clear, he could think, had all his memories, was sure of his identity, but it seemed that was all he could do.
Besides being able to think, he was like a vegetative person, unable to make any movements.
Even his eyes could no longer see; everything was pitch-black around him.
This was not a bad thing, but rather a good one.
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At least Yang Jian didnât have to worry about his body being taken away by someone, nor did he have to worry about the Eight-Tone Music Box or the Ghost Candle next to him being stolen.
Because those who were not Ghost Domain controllers did not know the value of these things, and no one cared about some old trash by the roadside.
However, he absolutely couldnât continue in this state indefinitely.
âI must think of a way,â Yang Jian began to think calmly.
He could first be certain that the terrifying attack that had struck suddenly before would not occur again, and even if it did, he had no need to worry.
For Yang Jian had proved with his life that the Eight-Tone Music Box could ensure his survival in that situation.
Beyond that, the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box was not going to afflict him for now, so he could set aside that concern for the moment.
He had only one thing to do.
Find a way to recover.
Yang Jian tried to control his mouth to speak; he remembered that there should be a satellite-located phone nearby. If he went missing for a while, Liu Xiaoyu back at headquarters might be able to force a connection, and if he could make contact, he might receive some support.
Unfortunately,
he failed.
He could not feel his mouth and was unable to utter any words.
Moreover, he discovered that he could no longer hear the sounds around him either. He could only hear an eerie music echoing continuously; otherwise, it was very quiet around him.
âI should be lying beside a road now. When I collapsed, I remember using Ghost Domain, which covered an entire street, bringing all the people and vehicles on it into it. This means itâs not that there are no sounds around me, but that Iâve lost my hearing.â
Yang Jian felt matters had gotten even worse.
Without sight, hearing, or the ability to move, he was practically a living corpse, worse than a vegetative state.
âIf this condition continues, the ghosts within my body will revive, leading to an S-level supernatural event. Although my consciousness could survive, it wonât be for long. Once the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box strikes, death is certain.â
Yang Jian calmly anticipated his own end.
The headless corpse that belonged to him carried most of the ghosts within him.
The balance of these ghosts would be disrupted as the fourth layer of Ghost Domain persisted because Ghost Eye itself couldnât be used for long and usually needed a slot to suppress it. If it were used for too long, there was a risk of revival.
And once Ghost Eye revived, the opened Ghost Domain would be more than just four layers.
The whole city could be covered by Yang Jianâs Ghost Domain.
By then, it would almost be impossible to contain Yang Jianâs headless corpse.
Because his Ghost Domain could open up to nine layers, no one at headquarters could invade here, meaning it would be an Unsolvable Level supernatural event, even surpassing the Ghost Painting Incident.
So once Yang Jian died,
the ghosts revived from his corpse would take an entire city down with them, perhaps even worse.
This was not a joke; Yang Jian was very clear about how terrifying the ghosts on his body were.
Time continued to pass slowly.
Accompanied by the incessant ringing of the music box in his mind, Yang Jianâs thoughts plunged into silence.
It seemed he had entered a deadlock at this moment.
Yet he still hadnât given up and was thinking of strategies.
After having come this far, how could he give up so easily? He was still alive, had survived the sure-death attack just now, there was still a chance to turn things around, it wasnât time for complete despair.
Despite everything, Yang Jianâs will had not faltered.
He must find a way to recover.
âI need a breakthrough to break out of this living dead state; I absolutely canât keep dragging this on,â Yang Jian felt the urgency.
Time waits for no one.
Once Ghost Eye was restored, he would completely lose his chance, without even needing to wait for the Eight-Tone Music Boxâs curse to arrive.
Ghost Eye Resurrection?
Ghost Eye?
Wait, I should still have one eye left.
Yang Jian suddenly remembered a habit he had in the past, always liking to place Ghost Eyes on different parts of his body.
There was a Ghost Eye on his palm, eyes on his arms, and also on his back⊠Of course, there were Ghost Eyes on his forehead and the back of his head too.
The purpose of doing so was to ensure there were no blind spots in his vision while dealing with supernatural events.
âWhat form does my consciousness exist in now? If itâs still attached to my head, then I should be able to find a Ghost Eye on my head,â Yang Jianâs consciousness submerged in darkness began to sense rapidly.
He wanted to locate the Ghost Eye and control it.
There was a chance to find it before the Ghost Eye awakened.
If the Ghost Eye revived, he couldnât control it any longer.
Time.
In the end, it was all about time.
Although Yang Jian felt anxious, his mind and thoughts remained clear, so he stayed calm, not allowing the urgency to disrupt his reasoning.
The bizarre ringing of the Eight-Tone Music Box still echoed in his mind, the melody composed of its notes seemed to carry some mysterious and unknown power that could interfere with normal thinking.
This disruption was not an illusion; although he had only listened for a short while, Yang Jian could already perceive this subtle difference.
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But the work of sensing the Ghost Eye continued.
And at this moment.
The streets became even more chaotic.
All sorts of noisy sounds were incessant, with everyone standing on the roads making phone calls for help, some even cursing loudly; of course, there were also thrill-seeking youngsters, who began taking photos with their phones in all directions, seemingly excited to have witnessed something very special.
But what they didnât realize was that terror was quietly descending, and the shadow of death began to loom over everyone on this street.
The headless corpse that belonged to Yang Jian, which should have been lying motionless in a cold pool of blood, now showed a slight twitch in the arms wearing golden gloves.
This twitch was definitely not a normal corpse spasm, nor was it Yang Jianâs doing, as his head was âmoved awayâ and it was simply not possible for him to control the corpse⊠So this was a terrible mutation.
This movement signified that the ghost within Yang Jianâs body was awakening.
Once awakened.
If that ghost fully resurrected, everyone on the entire street would die.
Under the coverage of the fourth-tier Ghost Domain, no one could survive, not even ordinary ghost controllers.
Starting from the movement of the headless corpseâs hands, this mutation intensified as time passed.
The frequency of movements on Yang Jianâs corpse grew, along with the extent of those movements.
Initially, it was just a twitch of the palm, but now the stiff legs began to twist, as if some ineffable sinister force was taking control, randomly manipulating the freshly dead body.
Yang Jian, however, knew nothing of this scene.
He could neither see nor hear, and what was happening around him had no connection to him whatsoever.
Nevertheless, an image of this scene was transmitted back to headquarters via satellite-located mobile phone.
Within Liu Xiaoyuâs communications room.
The argument involving Cao Yanhua and the others seemed to have come to an end; the outcome apparently being less than satisfactory, all present fell into a somber silence.
âYang Jianâs corpse⊠moved,â Shen Liang suddenly raised his voice, filled with uneasy emotion.
In the video feed, they could clearly see the headless corpse that belonged to Yang Jian moving about irregularly, as if the body was trying to regain balance after losing the head and attempting to stand up.
The vengeful ghost had resurrected!
Many hearts sank to rock bottom.
The most feared and worst-case scenario was about to unfold.
But the video feed didnât last much longer.
Suddenly.
Communication was cut off, the video feed went to black.
This wasnât a malfunction, someone had directly terminated the communication.
âGroup Leader Wu, what are you doing?â someone asked in surprise.
The group leader surnamed Wu, in a subdued voice, replied, âThis isnât my decision, itâs the ministerâs directive. Yang Jian is dead, and his case needs to be buried. The conflict with the friend circle cannot continue. From today on, this communications room and everything in it will be sealed.â
âWe absolutely canât let others know Yang Jian was killed by someone.â
Cao Yanhua, who had been squatting in a corner smoking, suddenly looked up, his expression one of great shock.
A compromise?
At this moment, these three words filled everyoneâs minds.
Weâve waited for so long, for this result?
Some breathed a sigh of relief, others remained silent, and still others expressed dissatisfaction.
âDeputy Minister, the bigger picture is more important, you understand this more than anyone.â
Group Leader Wu said in a grave tone, âWe have no choice. If we were to forcefully take down the friend circle at this time, weâd really lose some more team leaders. Itâs unwise to weaken our forces at this point. We canât compromise the whole headquarters just for the death of one person.â
âI understand,â Cao Yanhua took a deep drag from his cigarette and after a long silence replied, âThen so be it, everyone leave, seal the communications room.â
In a short while.
Everyone had left the place.
The private communications room was shut down, and all materials related to Yang Jian were to be archived, not to be accessed by anyone.
By dawn, it was expected that information would quickly spread that Yang Jian died in a paranormal incident.
Liu Xiaoyu watched her communications room being closed down, her tear-reddened eyes revealing confusion and bewilderment. She did not know about the decisions just made in headquarters, but it didnât matter.
At this moment, Cao Yanhua felt utterly exhausted in body and mind. He didnât know whether the decision was right or wrong, he only knew that the headquarters had lost a ghost controller codenamed Ghost Eye, regardless of the outcome.
On the way to the co-office building, he ran into someone.
Wang Xiaoming was standing at the entrance of the office, seemingly glaring at him.
It was rare to see Professor Wang waiting for someone; others usually waited for him because his time was always scarce.
âYang Jian is dead?â Without greetings, Wang Xiaoming asked straight out.
Cao Yanhua nodded, âItâs been confirmed, he died in a paranormal incident.â
âReally?â Wang Xiaomingâs expression did not waver in the slightest, âBut you donât need to explain to me. Iâm not interested in how Yang Jian died; Iâm just interested in something on his person. Have you found the corpse?â
âItâs difficult to manage in a short time. Yang Jianâs Ghost Domain is very special; it once invaded the domain of a Ghost Envoy, soâŠâ Cao Yanhua rubbed his head, feeling a tremendous headache.
âYou canât get in, right?â
Wang Xiaoming continued, âBut heâll show up eventually. Remember to notify me when Yang Jian appears.â
Having said that, he turned and left.
As Cao Yanhua watched Professor Wang leave, he was somewhat at a loss about why Professor Wang was asking about this at such a time.
Forget it, it was not the time to concern himself with Professor Wang. He had been overwhelmed by the past few daysâ events.
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