Chapter 613 03-25 - Chapter 613: Chapter 610: Wei Jing Sends a Message

Chapter 613: Chapter 610: Wei Jing Sends a Message

“Is Fang Shiming dead?”

Yang Jian stood in this private office, having already stowed away the mysterious Firewood Knife in his hand. He dared not continue to hold it, fearing an unknown curse.

Just now.

He had indeed triggered the medium and slashed at Fang Shiming. Based on his previous judgment, Fang Shiming should have suffered his own attack by now.

Only, Yang Jian wasn’t certain that Fang Shiming was truly dead.

After all, he didn’t know where Fang Shiming was at the moment; without seeing his condition, he couldn’t determine if the man was alive or dead.

…

“I’ll wait here for a bit. If Fang Shiming is dead, then he definitely won’t appear again. If he isn’t, having suffered the attack from the eerie Firewood Knife, he will surely take countermeasures soon. It’s very likely he’ll curse me again using my photograph.”

Yang Jian made such a judgment in his mind because according to his personality, if he weren’t dead, he would definitely seek crazy vengeance.

So, he waited for Fang Shiming’s retaliation.

He had already confirmed that with the Eight-Tone Music Box’s curse in effect, he wouldn’t be taken down by the Ghost Scissors, which made him somewhat fearless.

The Ghost Domain was not fully retracted; he only maintained a three-layer Ghost Domain that covered Ping’an Tower and some of the surrounding streets, which had significantly reduced the area.

“If Fang Shiming doesn’t show up before dawn, then I can conclude that he has been taken care of by me,” Yang Jian estimated in his mind.

So, he prepared to sit here and wait for the dawn.

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Although Yang Jian’s approach was cautious, what he didn’t know was that Fang Shiming had been slashed by the bizarre Firewood Knife and had already died, in a nondescript basement in a township outside the city.

But as time passed, nothing happened on Yang Jian’s end, and his thoughts gradually began to change.

From suspecting that Fang Shiming was still alive, to increasingly believing the fact that he may already be dead.

Yang Jian checked the time.

It was already four in the morning.

“Fang Shiming hasn’t appeared, nor has he attacked me. Does that mean there’s a high chance he’s dead?”

Yang Jian had been sitting quite awhile; he stood up and looked out the window, overlooking the quiet city lit up bright at night.

“Then if Fang Shiming is already dead, where would he have died? He still had those Ghost Scissors, and if I don’t take them, they will disturb my peace later on.”

Yang Jian slightly furrowed his brow at that moment.

Getting rid of Fang Shiming from a distance with the medium was certainly a good thing, but it also left a loose end.

The Ghost Scissors, as long as they existed for even one more day, the kind of curse that struck before could reemerge. The only difference would be that the next master of the Ghost Scissors wouldn’t be Fang Shiming, but another unknown ghost controller.

He wasn’t afraid of the curse of the Ghost Scissors now because of the Eight-Tone Music Box.

Once the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box expired, he would still be unable to fend off that kind of attack.

Like the eerie Firewood Knife in Yang Jian’s hand, it had an almost certain one-strike kill effect.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Jian shook his head: “I can’t manage so much. In this world, there are countless strange curses and terrifying wraiths. Today I defended against the Ghost Scissors, next time I might encounter something even more dreadful. It’s not like I could eliminate every source of the supernatural.”

“Besides, I still have this Firewood Knife in my hand, and I have the ability to retaliate. If it really came down to a life-and-death struggle, I fear no one.”

With these thoughts, his mind gradually eased, and he stopped obsessing over the Ghost Scissors.

But this was under the premise that Fang Shiming had to be completely dead. If he wasn’t, and one day he came bouncing back, then Yang Jian would be in trouble.

“It’s not dawn yet; I’ll continue waiting,” Yang Jian continued to stand at the window, watching the outside.

Now, the Headless Ghost Shadow that was severed by that bizarre Firewood Knife in Caesar Hotel had also been reassembled, regaining the ability to move its legs. Although its body was still dead, he could repair it later using ghostly powers.

But these were minor problems.

The real issue was the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box.

If after dawn Fang Shiming was confirmed dead, Yang Jian would have to start thinking about dealing with the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box.

Although he had several rough plans in mind for the curse of the Music Box, he had no confidence in their effectiveness, for there had been no successful precedents to survive such a curse before, leaving him no experience to draw from, only his own exploration.

However, around five o’clock in the morning.

Yang Jian suddenly detected signs of an invasion in his Ghost Domain.

“Is it Fang Shiming?” He became instantly alert, even prepared to draw the Firewood Knife once again.

If Fang Shiming were still alive, he would strike again, using up the final restraint slot to do everything possible to finish the guy off.

But Yang Jian quickly realized something was off.

What invaded his Ghost Domain was a darkness, dense as if ink had been spilled, surging from the ground level of Ping’an Tower. It seemed to have discovered him and was heading straight here.

“This is not Fang Shiming, his Ghost Domain isn’t like this.”

Yang Jian’s expression changed, he left the office, and went to the top floor of Ping’an Tower.

The space here was more open, suitable if he needed to make a move.

Darkness eroded his three-layer Ghost Domain, preventing him from seeing the other person clearly.

Soon.

At the rooftop platform, as the surrounding light dimmed, a figure with a slightly stiff gait emerged from the dense darkness.

“Are you Yang Jian?” a cold, indifferent voice devoid of any emotion rang out.

Yang Jian frowned, staring at the person. The face before him was all too familiar, and when he finally made out the face from the dark, his eyes involuntarily narrowed: “Ghost Envoy? No, that’s not right, you’re not the Ghost Envoy, you are Wei Jing.”

The person before him was the spitting image of the Ghost Envoy. Had he not spoken, Yang Jian would have initially thought the incident with the Ghost Envoy was happening all over again.

“You’re right, I am Wei Jing, not the Ghost Envoy.”

The person invading Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain was none other than Wei Jing, who was supposed to be dead. He said, “Are you waiting for Fang Shiming?”

“How do you know?” Yang Jian looked at him cautiously.

Wei Jing said, “Professor Wang sent me here. He guessed that your rivalry with Fang Shiming would continue, but he didn’t expect it to end so quickly. You don’t need to wait for him anymore, Fang Shiming is already dead.”

“Dead? How can you be certain?” Yang Jian asked.

“Headquarters has already received the news. Although there’s no evidence, the source is relatively reliable,” Wei Jing replied, then threw out a photo.

The photo disappeared in mid-air and the next moment appeared in Yang Jian’s hand.

Yang Jian looked at it.

The photo showed a dimly lit basement with a corpse that was split in half in the middle, with blood splattered around, staining the area red. Though the body was a grisly sight, one could vaguely recognize it as Fang Shiming.

“Where did he die?” Yang Jian immediately asked.

The fact that headquarters had such timely information, finding Fang Shiming’s location and even obtaining news of his death, meant that he could attempt to reclaim the Ghost Scissors.

Wei Jing said, “I don’t know.”

“Is it that you don’t know or you don’t want to tell?” Yang Jian asked.

“I don’t know means I don’t know.”

Wei Jing said, “I’m here to notify you that Professor Wang wants to see you. The time is ten o’clock this morning.”

Yang Jian said, “I’m not interested. There’s no need for me to meet with him. In addition, I plan to resign from headquarters. After today, I will leave this place, and, if nothing unexpected happens, I won’t come back.”

“That’s your business and it has nothing to do with me. I’m just here to deliver a message,” Wei Jing said still with a cold, numb expression, his eyes hollow and lifeless, like those of a dead man.

This state was very peculiar, and Yang Jian could feel the presence of the Ghost Envoy in him.

What made him even more curious was that Wei Jing should have been dead, so why was he alive now? Was there some unknown change that had occurred in the meantime?

Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly, but he didn’t dwell on it, instead contemplating the meaning of Wei Jing’s words.

To be honest, he was tired of this meaningless rivalry and did not want to deal with people who disgusted him. His purpose in coming here was to survive, to find a way to balance himself. Unfortunately, though he had succeeded, he had also lost something.

In his heart, it was a loss not worth the gain.

Wei Jing, too, didn’t say anything more, turned around, and prepared to leave, but before he left, he added, “About the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, Professor Wang has some theories. You might want to hear them out.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian’s countenance changed subtly.

Indeed.

Professor Wang Xiaoming was the one who started researching the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box. He had conducted many experiments and studied numerous subjects – human skin lanterns, Ghost Candles, Ghost Coffins, plans to extend the revival of fierce ghosts… Many of his experiments had been successful, and of course, there were also many failures. But in any case, Wang Xiaoming knew more information than anyone else.

“Should I make a trip there?”

Yang Jian began to consider.

In fact, even without Wei Jing’s mention, he had roughly guessed the purpose of being summoned this time.

It was nothing more than to completely settle the dispute with his social circle and to appease him – and in compensation, headquarters would undoubtedly make some concessions.

“For matters concerning the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, I still need to make a trip there.”

After mulling it over for a long time, Yang Jian understood that it wasn’t time to throw a tantrum. Some things had to be endured for now, but regardless of what headquarters said, he would resign – he wouldn’t be as agreeable as before.

And besides that.

Yang Jian glanced again at his arm which had faded to black.

He needed to ask Wang Xiaoming about this as well.

What kind of flaw existed in the Coffin Nail he had replicated?

“Ten o’clock this morning, huh…”

Yang Jian checked the time; he no longer stayed at Ping’an Tower since he had confirmed the death of Fang Shiming. Staying here no longer had any meaning.

He had to deal with some things and needed to recover his body.

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