Chapter 593: Chapter 590: Enveloping Everyone
He left the headquarters dormitory building.
Yang Jian wasnât in a hurry to leave; he wandered about, searching, and then went under the ground and disappeared.
He arrived deep underground, at a very hidden place.
This was where supernatural objects were stored. Initially, Cao Yanhua had brought him here, trying to convince him to give up the position of team leader with these objects.
Indeed, Yang Jian had given up.
So today, he was here to take away a supernatural object that should have belonged to him.
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The Ghost Camera.
The Ghost Summoning Banner.
The Skin LanternâŚ
Yang Jian passed many rooms but wasnât interested in any of them because he had no need for those things.
He went straight to a room that housed the Corpse Wrapping Cloth.
This was something he had already predetermined and chosen for himself.
âJust in case I canât withstand the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, this item could be used for me,â Yang Jian thought to himself.
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He was acutely aware of how terrifying it would be if he were to rise again as a fierce ghost after death, far more than the facade he currently presented; he needed something to take care of matters after his passing. Of course, it might not necessarily be used for himself; it could also be for some ghost. Either way, it was something he badly needed.
âBang!â
Yang Jian reached out and smashed through a nearby wall.
The specially-made doors kept the Ghost Domain at bay, but the material in the middle of the wall was not so sturdy. To him, it was weak, so he easily opened a passageway.
Quickly,
Yang Jianâs figure appeared in the room.
He opened a box and looked inside.
The dirty and old Corpse Wrapping Cloth bore the outline of a body, and at the position where the face would be, one could still vaguely make out a blurred human face, indicating that at one point in time, it had wrapped a gruesome corpse.
After taking the wrapping cloth, Yang Jian left without looking back.
However, just as he was leaving the underground, a force interfered, and the Ghost Domain was blocked.
An old man, full of wrinkles and age spots, seemingly on the brink of death, blocked his path with a cane.
âOld Qin?â Yang Jianâs steps halted, not hurrying to leave.
He had considered it before: breaking into headquarters, looking for Liu Xiaoyu, uncovering the truth, forcibly taking the Corpse Wrapping Cloth⌠All these actions would likely alarm someone they shouldnât. But he wasnât scared, for there was nothing left that warranted his fear at this time.
Old Qinâs murky gaze seemed to penetrate the Ghost Domain and see Yang Jian. He rarely spoke; on regular days, he ambled about the headquarters like a mascot, sitting down here and there, occasionally tapping his cane. Other than that, no one saw him doing much else.
But Yang Jian was wary of this nearly centenarian who was close to death.
This old man was a confirmed Ghost Master from the Republic of China Period who had completely eliminated the risk of angry ghosts reawakening and was suspected of having mastered the restart.
With that alone, Yang Jian knew he couldnât take him down.
However, Old Qin seemed to have no other action in mind. After stopping Yang Jian, he just stood there motionless, as if contemplating or warning.
Yang Jian looked at him coldly.
He didnât back down. If Old Qin really intended to strike, he would instantly activate the fifth, even sixth or seventh level of the Ghost Domain, stopping at nothing to take him down. Getting caught by this old man at this critical juncture would also have dire consequences for him.
The curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box had cut off all his retreats.
The eerie attack in the circle of friends had yet to be investigated.
He had to wipe out the circle of friends and all his enemies in the little time he had left, and then go look for a way to resolve the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box with peace of mind.
Before that, anyone who stood in his way was an enemy.
Even this old man from the Republic of China Period was no exception.
Old Qin didnât make a move but slowly spoke up, âI once ran over someone while driving a bus.â
âHmm?â Yang Jian frowned.
He didnât quite understand the meaning behind Old Qinâs words.
Old Qin suddenly added, âHis surname was also YangâŚâ
The bus? Ran over someone? Surnamed Yang?
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These critical pieces of information bubbled up in Yang Jianâs mind, finally connecting and making him realize something. His pupils shrank suddenly, showing extreme horror.
Old Qin had driven a paranormal bus before? And he had even killed his own father?
His father had died in a car accident when he was a child. The reason their family was poor wasnât just because of his fatherâs early death; another important reason was that the culprit had fled the scene. There had been no compensation, and the vehicle involved in the accident was never found, turning the case into an unsolved mystery.
Was he overthinking?
Or was it that Old Qin had read his file and was concocting some lie to deceive him? Trying to paint himself as Yang Jianâs fatherâs murderer to enrage him into taking action?
Having grown up, Yang Jian wouldnât easily trust anyone, nor would his heart be easily swayed. Everything he did was only to survive and get better, nothing more.
âIt doesnât matter if some people die. If you live to my age, youâll understand everything,â Old Qin said, then turned and left with the aid of his walking stick.
He didnât stop him.
He just said a few strange words and left.
Yang Jian watched him leave with a cold gaze. He didnât press for answers, nor did he reveal his presence. He now found himself within the third level of the Ghost Domain and even suspected that Old Qin was deliberately trying to lure him out.
After all, being a curse master capable of reactivating was not a guarantee for entering into the third level of the Ghost Domain.
Their brief encounter had made Yang Jianâs vigilance reach its peak, not giving Old Qin any chance.
After Old Qin left, Yang Jian also departed from headquarters, vanishing directly through the Ghost Domain silently, as if he had never appeared before.
This time, he didnât go anywhere else but headed directly to the top floor of Pingâan Tower.
There are no secrets within the Ghost Domain.
Yang Jian saw many people in Pingâan Tower, including ordinary staff members who were completely unaware on the first level of the Ghost Domain, and the curse masters left by him on the second level of the Ghost Domain.
Among them were Jang Shangbai and several unfamiliar curse masters, as well as Fang Shiming.
Yang Jian didnât know Fang Shiming, but from the backup information collected by President Fei, it was apparent that Fang Shiming was actually the CEO of Pingâan Tower, the local helmsman. Jang Shangbai was just a figurehead pushed out by his circle of friends, a public figure.
âPossessor of the Ghost Domain confirmed, wielding the Ghost Scissors, has controlled a few ghosts⌠unknown, has had a confrontation with Ye Zhen of the Dahai City Paranormal Forum.â
He recalled the information about Fang Shiming in his mind.
The data was scarce, yet a few key points stood out: he had the Ghost Scissors and could confront Ye Zhen head-on.
Based on just these two points, Yang Jian didnât underestimate him,
âCould that bizarre attack I suffered before have come from Fang Shimingâs Ghost Scissors?â Yang Jian subconsciously touched his neck.
Even though the cursed melody of the Eight-Tone Music Box still echoed in his head, the previous attack still left him with lingering fear.
âWhether it was him or not, letâs just settle all scores first. Even if he has the Ghost Scissors, I wonât give him a chance to use them,â Yang Jian planned his next move.
Although the curse allowed him to not die now and even lift some of the restrictions against vengeful spirits to unleash even more terrifying abilities, it didnât mean he was an insoluble existence.
At this moment.
Inside the buildingâs meeting room.
The group of friends continued their discussion about Yang Jian.
âLetâs retreat. Yang Jian is dead, and now the vengeful spirits have revived. With such a large Ghost Domain, itâs uncertain if weâll even find his body, let alone whether itâs safe considering he had more than one ghost on him,â someone suggested with a grave expression.
âI agree. Now that Yang Jianâs ghost has taken over half the city, if the Ghost Drawing event explodes, we wonât be able to withstand two paranormal incidents concurrently. I think even headquarters will be in jeopardy this time. Thereâs no need to worry about Cao Yanhuaâs feelings. In these times, just staying alive is skillful enough, regardless of what he has done.â
âI also concur. Even though the level of Yang Jianâs paranormal event isnât confirmed yet, considering the scale, I guess itâs an S-level. Thereâs no point in a standoff here. Letâs slip away now. If it comes down to it, we can go abroad. We have investments overseas too, right? It might cause some loss, but at least itâll avoid danger.â
Several people suggested leaving the area to seek refuge.
Jang Shangbai fell silent: âYou all can go, but I canât escape. Having become the captain, if I run away now, I canât bear the consequences.â
âPresident Fang, please make a decision. Once itâs confirmed, weâll leave now. If headquartersâ people block us, we wonât be able to escape,â someone urged.
Fang Shiming, at the head of the table, did not speak. Instead, he suddenly turned his head to look outside the window.
In an instant.
A red light shot from a distant place, arriving in a flash, covering the entire meeting room in a moment.
âDamn it.â
Everyoneâs faces turned pale with alarm, feeling the peril of being targeted by a vengeful spirit. However, the attack was too dreadful, almost leaving no time to react.
Within the red light was some kind of twisted reality-bending power, as if it intended to melt everyone present.
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