Chapter 615 - Chapter 615: Chapter 612 Decision

Chapter 615: Chapter 612 Decision

Cao Yanhua and his group arrived at Ping’an Hotel.

This time, they came with the headquarters’ sincerity, and the appearance of Wang Xiaoming also signified that he had abandoned the idea of taking down Yang Jian, choosing instead a more peaceful and friendly way to draw a perfect conclusion to yesterday’s incident.

“Just a few of us going up is enough, any more and Yang Jian will start getting ideas,”

said Cao Yanhua before getting out of the car, and then he entered Ping’an Hotel with Wang Xiaoming, Wei Jing, and the phone operator Liu Xiaoyu.

Before even entering the door, Wei Jing, with a dark complexion and numb coldness, brusquely reminded them, “We are already in Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain, and right now he can kill any one of you at any time, and I won’t be able to stop him in time.”

Cao Yanhua’s heart grew wary, he immediately said, “Don’t worry, he won’t mess around, I still trust Yang Jian quite a bit.”

“Minister, Professor Wang? He was just here, how could he disappear so suddenly?” Liu Xiaoyu said a bit frantically.

At that moment, Wang Xiaoming, without anyone knowing when, had eerily vanished from sight of the few of them, leaving no trace behind.

Wei Jing said, “He must have been taken away by Yang Jian, it seems he wants to talk to Professor Wang personally.”

“…” Cao Yanhua’s mouth twitched.

He had just said that Yang Jian wouldn’t start any trouble, yet the moment they entered the door, Yang Jian began his maneuvering.

Just then, Yang Jian, who was talking to Huang Ziya and Zhang Lei in the room, suddenly stood up, “I need to see someone, you guys chat on your own, just remember not to touch my stuff. There are some very dangerous things in there.”

He made a point of warning them, lest the two of them couldn’t resist their curiosity and opened his body bag, taking out things that shouldn’t be taken out.

Although in the Ghost Domain Yang Jian was aware of everyone’s every move, it was still necessary to clarify beforehand to avoid any misunderstandings.

After all, trust between ghost controllers is very hard to establish.

Without waiting for them to respond, Yang Jian simply disappeared from the room.

At this moment,

the now missing Wang Xiaoming from the first floor had already appeared at the topmost floor of the hotel.

There was no designed foothold at the top level of the hotel, the exterior was constructed of tempered glass, and Wang Xiaoming, as an ordinary person, stood on that seemingly fragile glass, with high winds whipping around him as if ready to toss his slightly emaciated body out at any moment.

But Wang Xiaoming looked calm and unafraid of heights; instead, he started strolling leisurely at the top, stretching his body and gazing at the distant cityscape.

“Aren’t you afraid of accidentally falling down and smashing to your death?”

Yang Jian’s voice suddenly appeared as he saw Wang Xiaoming standing on the edge, looking down at the floors below, his body being slightly swayed by the strong wind, appearing at any moment like he might fall to his death.

“Something like that wouldn’t happen in your Ghost Domain,”

Wang Xiaoming casually turned around and said, “If I really fell down, it would definitely not be an accident, and you should attend the private conference called specially for you today. It’s in your best interest.”

“I don’t know if it’s good or not, but I know there must be drawbacks,”

Yang Jian said, “You’ve researched the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, so you should know my situation.”

After speaking, he extended his palm, on which an old wooden box lay.

The box was open, completely dark inside, and a bizarre ringing sound that others couldn’t hear seemed to be emanating from within.

“Indeed, I researched the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box for a while, but I quickly gave up,” Wang Xiaoming said.

“Did you fail?” Yang Jian asked.

Wang Xiaoming said, “No, I personally think it’s foolish to pin hopes on a supernatural object, for no matter how powerful a supernatural object is, it can only ensure one’s immortality but has no effect on a deteriorating situation, so I abandoned the research soon after seeing no results in a short period.”

“But let’s set aside the matter of the Eight-Tone Music Box for now, we should talk about your situation.”

Yang Jian was slightly moved, “My situation? Are you referring to me taking out people from the friend circle, or the friend circle taking me out?”

“No matter which it is, there should be a result. Although I’m not good at negotiation, I don’t want to watch this situation become a complete mess since it would render my research meaningless,” Wang Xiaoming said.

“I resigned. I’m no longer taking the captain’s role, I’m planning to go back to Dachang City,” Yang Jian casually said.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head slightly, “That definitely won’t work. The resignation of Ghost Eye Yang Jian will have a huge impact, it’ll shake many people.”

“So what? Kill me? To avenge Jang Shangbai, he was also a captain. Not getting rid of me would also upset many people,” Yang Jian coldly smiled, “When that happens, the situation will be just as bad, and the Captain Plan will have to end too.”

“No, Jang Shangbai is already dead, and you’re still alive. All of the blame can be put on a dead man, and you, having killed Jang Shangbai who was at fault, will have merits. With a little maneuvering by the headquarters, not only will this not have negative effects, but it will also deter those ghost controllers with ulterior motives due to your presence, making the situation even more favorable,”

Wang Xiaoming spoke very directly and brutally, setting a final verdict on Jang Shangbai.

“Of course, the premise is you can’t die, at least not in the short term, and as for resigning that is even less possible, otherwise no one will believe the headquarters’ words, after all ghost controllers are all extreme and suspicious.”

Hearing this, Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Wang Xiaoming’s method was indeed ruthless and smart, leveraging Jang Shangbai’s death to establish authority while using Yang Jian to increase the headquarters’ credibility, deterring other ghost controllers with mischievous thoughts.

If successful, the current situation would be better than before.

“As for those people in the friend circle, let them be dead. It’s a good chance for headquarters to take over all research projects and assets of the friend circle, which will help both my upcoming experiments and the headquarters a great deal,” Wang Xiaoming continued.

“Killing three birds with one stone?” Yang Jian’s gaze flickered slightly, “You’re wasted hiding in a lab, you should be a minister.”

Wang Xiaoming said, “Anyone can be a minister, and even if they do a really good job, it doesn’t play a decisive role. What truly influences the situation is the research into and the solving of fierce ghosts.”

“Makes sense,” Yang Jian agreed with his idea and then continued, “If you’ve arranged everything, how exactly have you arranged for me?”

Wang Xiaoming said, “You resign and switch to an indefinite vacation. You give up the captain position due to some personal mistakes in your work. The promises made to you by the former deputy minister still stand, you’re still the person in charge of Dachang City, plus you have the right to take away up to six people from headquarters to form a team, just without the benefits. Including your teammates, you can fight for them if needed.”

“The way to fight for it is simple, resolve supernatural events.”

Yang Jian looked at him and said, “So, you’re trying to bind me with a city and a few teammates? For the city and the situation with my teammates, I’ll still have to work for the headquarters in the future.”

Wang Xiaoming didn’t deny it and nodded, “That’s about the size of it. A win-win cooperation is more suitable for you.”

“If you don’t give Dachang City, I can take it myself,” Yang Jian said. “I might become the next circle’s president.”

“You’re not that ambitious, you can’t be the next circle,” Wang Xiaoming said. “It’s not a matter of capability but of character. If you wanted to be the next circle, you wouldn’t have given up the captain’s position.”

“If I accept your proposal, what will I get?” Yang Jian directly asked again. “After all, I’m someone who’s about to die, and I might do anything.”

“There’s no need to threaten me; it won’t work,” Wang Xiaoming said. “I have only one condition to offer, which is to help you lift the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box.”

“You? I don’t quite believe that,” Yang Jian said.

Wang Xiaoming said, “You don’t believe me, so do you trust that piece of paper? Or are you thinking of boarding that bus?”

Skin paper?

Yang Jian’s gaze flickered slightly. He had always considered the skin paper his very last option and wouldn’t trust the information on it if he had even the slightest choice.

“I have considered boarding that bus, after all, it might incidentally solve my ghost revival problem. That thing you made last time has started to fail…”

“Are you referring to the counterfeit Coffin Nail?” Wang Xiaoming said. “I warned you last time it was flawed.”

“What flaw? You didn’t say that at the time,” Yang Jian questioned.

“Haven’t you found out by now? That thing has started to fail.”

Wang Xiaoming said, “After all, it was made by capturing a part of a Ghost Envoy’s abilities. While it has the effect of suppressing three ghosts, as time goes on and the number of uses increases, this suppressing power will gradually weaken until it completely vanishes. Think of it as an upgraded version of a Ghost Candle.”

“However, according to my calculations, it shouldn’t have failed so soon. What, did you try to suppress a highly dangerous ghost? You’d better not do that; be careful it doesn’t malfunction suddenly and you get attacked by a fierce ghost.”

Yang Jian’s expression darkened; Wang Xiaoming had not mentioned these details before.

No wonder it took three of his Ghost Hand’s spots just to suppress one of the ghosts inside Fang Shiming’s body, and he couldn’t suppress the tall, decaying corpse in the Caesar Hotel at all, resulting in him being attacked by a Firewood Knife.

Whether it was the tall decaying corpse or the nearly revived ghost in Fang Shiming, both were extremely dangerous, in line with the situation Wang Xiaoming described.

The reason he was still able to balance himself was because the Ghost Hand was incomplete, the Ghost Shadow was in a dead state, and both the Ghost Eye and the Ghost Shadow were helping suppress it. Adding those three spots, of course, there was no problem.

But the real reason his two spots completely failed was due to using the eerie Firewood Knife.

He triggered two instances as a medium, chopping twice, losing two of his suppressing spots.

Wang Xiaoming continued, “But if you’re thinking of getting on that bus, you’d better think carefully. With your consciousness already cursed by the Eight-Tone Music Box, if you get on and the bus suppresses the ghost in your body, and the curse along with it, will your consciousness continue to exist, or will it disappear in an instant?”

“I think it’s highly likely that it will disappear in an instant.”

“That’s just your guess…” Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly; he had also considered this possibility, but he was still willing to take the risk.

“I’ve conducted research; you should trust science, not luck,” Wang Xiaoming said earnestly. “If you want to solve the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, you need to separate the curse from the consciousness. Only then can you survive. I have a feasible method; its success rate is definitely higher than you taking that bus.”

“Accept what I said today, and I will handle the curse for you. Just give me two days to prepare. Within these two days, your curse will not erupt.”

Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly as if weighing his options.

The bus matter wasn’t highly confidential; many had boarded it before him.

Was it just as Wang Xiaoming said, that boarding the bus would mean certain death?

Was it better to gamble or to trust Wang Xiaoming?

Or perhaps he should check the information on the skin paper.

In the end… he needed to find a way to complete the transaction with the Ghost Cabinet, where during the transaction Yang Jian could state his own terms.

The Ghost Cabinet had asked him to find the person in the photo. If he could do that, the Ghost Cabinet would resolve the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box for him. As for what demands the Ghost Cabinet would make afterward, that was out of his hands.

The unlimited trade rules were a deep pit; Yang Jian wasn’t equipped to play this game, but for the sake of survival, he had no choice but to keep playing.

“I shouldn’t trust the bus too much, nor fully trust the skin paper, even less bet my hope of survival on the Ghost Cabinet. But Wang Xiaoming is also not entirely reliable…” Yang Jian began to think calmly. He was no longer concerned with past grudges; staying alive was what mattered most.

If he couldn’t stay alive, nothing else meant anything.

“If no party can be trusted, then I should try every option. I need to determine the location of the bus, attempt to complete the transaction with the Ghost Cabinet, inquire about the skin paper, and I should also accept Wang Xiaoming’s proposal.”

After thinking it through, Yang Jian spoke up, “I accept your terms. Give you two days. In two days, I hope to see a result. If you disappoint me, I am capable of anything.”

“Of course,” Wang Xiaoming extended his hand, “Then, shall we have a pleasant cooperation?”

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