Chapter 701: Chapter 668: The Thing That Blended into the Crowd
Half an hour later.
President Mishima, accompanied by members of the Exorcism Club, arrived where Yang Jian and Nagase were. At this time, he saw Yang Jian sitting on a nearby rooftop, observing his surroundings while deep in thought, but his condition seemed quite good, unchanged from before other than his gaze, which was cold and sharp. He still looked like a young, ordinary-faced youth.
If one were to judge by his appearance alone, walking down the street inconspicuously, absolutely no one would believe he was a top-notch spirit manipulator.
âMister Yang.â President Mishima bowed slightly to show respect and gratitude.
He also heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. It appeared that Yamazaki and Yang Jian had not had a conflict here.
At that moment, Yang Jian turned his head slightly, his gaze indifferent and somewhat hostile, âSomeone named Yamazaki came to me earlier, asking me to hand over this object. Was that Yamazaki sent by you?â
President Mishimaâs expression grew stern. Just as he feared.
As he worried, Yamazakiâs appearance, regardless of the reason, was a debt that Yang Jian would surely attribute to him.
âMister Yang, please donât misunderstand. Yamazakiâs appearance did not have my consent. I found out about it afterwards; it involves some internal conflicts within our club.â President Mishima bowed again, âI rushed over here precisely to formally apologize to Mister Yang for this matter.â
After he said this, the members behind him also bowed in apology.
Yang Jian appeared as if he didnât see them, his expression still cold, âI already gave you face over that previous matter with Tajima. This time, Yamazaki wanted to take advantage of the situation; to speak frankly, it has angered me. I am not incapable of dealing with Yamazaki; I just donât like to waste my energy on meaningless fights.â
âIn my eyes, heâs not even worth taking action against. Add another twenty to the gold, and ensure this box is safely delivered back to Dachang City. Then Iâll consider this incident as having never happened. If you canât do it, Iâll personally release this spirit, and then youâll have to deal with it yourselves.â
President Mishima immediately broke out in cold sweat.
Just as expected.
Yang Jian had already harbored such extreme ideas; it was only due to the conflict not escalating or some other reason that stopped this action from taking place. Otherwise, today would have become the darkest day for the Exorcism Club.
âImmense gratitude.â
Without saying much else and without even a space for negotiation, President Mishima agreed without hesitation.
âWith this deal complete, I no longer wish to stay here. Arrange a chartered flight to take me back,â Yang Jian said as he jumped down from the rooftop, landing steadily on the ground.
President Mishima immediately said, âCould Mister Yang please wait a moment longer?â
âIs there something else?â Yang Jian asked.
President Mishima said, âThe Exorcism Club has prepared a banquet for Mister Yang, and we would be honored if you would attend. Moreover, some preparations will take a bit of time.â
After saying this, his gaze shifted toward the box sunken into the ground.
They needed to reinforce the box and transport it out, which couldnât be done in short order.
âHow long will it take?â Yang Jian asked, glancing at the time.
He needed to return to Dachang City before midnight today, as the deadline for the deal with the Ghost Cabinet was approaching. If he didnât show up, something unexpected might occur. With all matters now settled, Yang Jian did not wish for accidents, not knowing whether they would be good or bad.
âTwo hours,â President Mishima said.
âFine, Iâll wait for two hours,â Yang Jian said.
âThis way, Mister Yang,â Wang Xin, the man called, immediately came forward with a smile, ready to lead Yang Jian to the banquet.
Without any pretense, Yang Jian left in the car, and Nagase had the fortune to accompany him. As for the Ghost Infant, it had already appeared in the trunk of the car at some point, seemingly unnoticed by everyone.
After seeing off Yang Jian and Nagase, President Mishima finally let out a sigh of relief.
No matter what, this matter had come to a satisfactory conclusion.
âThank goodness things didnât worsen with Yang Jian, or all my efforts today would have been in vain.â Thinking of that bastard Ichiro, President Mishimaâs face immediately darkened again, finding Ichiro utterly disrespectful.
He dared to use this opportunity to try and oust him from his position as president.
But now was not the time to think about this.
âWhere is Yamazaki? Have you made contact?â Mishima immediately asked.
âPresident, I am terribly sorry, but we have yet to make contact, though we have located Mister Yamazakiâs car. Here are the photos from the sceneâŠâ a member promptly handed over some documents.
It was a car abandoned at a crossroads, easy to identify as Yamazakiâs by the make and model.
But that was not the main point.
The main point was when Mishima flipped to the next photo, he saw a headless body with a head lying beside it. The body was familiar, as if he had just seen it.
The headless corpse lying on the ground was unmistakably Tajima.
âWhatâs going on?â Mishima was both shocked and furious.
Wasnât the Ghost Door Knocker Incident already solved? Why, then, was Tajima dead? What was Yamazaki doing, knowing full well that Kobe City was still not safe and transporting two people into the city, even losing a member? It was sheer stupidity.
âCould it beâŠâ
Another conjecture appeared in Mishimaâs mind.
Previously, when Yang Jian first acted, Nagase had said that Yang Jian was disturbed by another supernatural incident, which is why he couldnât confine that terrifyingly ferocious spirit.
Did that mean another horrifying supernatural event was still happening in Kobe City?
Yamazaki and Tajima couldnât cope with the encounter, which is why there were casualties.
Thinking of this, Mishimaâs face twisted with incredible fury, a fury not stemming from the unknown supernatural event in Kobe City, but from Yamazakiâs incompetence.
To be lauded to such a height and now, in such a short period, not only was a member lost, but there was also no contact with him.
Compared to Yang Jian, who single-handedly coped with the pressure of two supernatural incidents and handled the current situation flawlessly, the difference was stark.
President Mishima, not afraid of members making mistakes, not afraid of losses, only feared the presence of the incompetent.
Meanwhile.
A panting voice arose within an inconspicuous house in Kobe City.
It was a bald, muscular man, now with a look of tension, a face drenched with cold sweat, completely lacking the confident, complacent attitude heâd had before. The reason was simple⊠he was being chased by a ghost.
Yes.
Unimaginable.
He was actually being chased by a fierce ghost.
It had chased him down three streets already, and the ghost showed no signs of giving up.
Without a Ghost Domain, Yamazaki couldnât retreat instantly; he could only run, but no matter how he ran, the ghost seemed to always find his location and could appear close to him at any time. It was unclear if the ghost was using something of his own to pinpoint his location.
âCan I shake it off?â
He was filled with doubts, not at all sure of himself.
However, just then, while hiding inside the house, his heart suddenly clenched tightly.
A sound emerged within the house.
It was the sound of footsteps, likely coming in through the houseâs back door and swiftly approaching. The sound of the leather shoes on the floor was exceptionally clear and distinct.
Yamazaki couldnât help but look back.
His pupils shrank immediately.
The house, though out of reach of the Ghost Domain, wasnât especially dim. Light from outside filtered in, and he saw a person suddenly appear behind him.
A person with a different stature than before.
But this person had a ghastly and frightful head, half-rotted, yet the other half was intact, revealing part of a human face, which seemed to have grown larger than before, as if this ghostâs face was slowly regenerating.
It was believable that in a short while, a fierce ghost with a living personâs face would appear in this world.
And such a ghost would be hard to distinguish because the difference from a living person would be negligible. Even if there were some strangeness, it would be attributed to a ghost controller, without the slightest association to a real fierce ghost.
The only unchanging feature was those numb, deathly grey eyes.
âRun.â
Yamazaki gritted his teeth. He had to keep running.
Because the ghost was watching him from behind, he had to get out of the ghostâs sight. Tajima had been seen by the ghost and immediately fell dead on the ground, his head rolling toward the ghost.
Along the way, he hadnât considered not fighting.
But he was powerless.
Becuase the moment he was targeted, the ghost within his body would be suppressed.
The suppression was swift, so quick that a few seconds of hesitation would lead to immediate death on the spot.
âWhy is it fixated on me?â Yamazaki burst out of the front door, and quickly resumed his run, attempting to gain some distance before trying to find somewhere to hide again.
However, he knew that the ghost that had appeared in the house, and the next one to appear before him, wasnât really the same one.
The heads were the same, but the bodies differed; sometimes it was a man, other times a woman, or an old person.
As if, the fierce ghostâs head would invade the body of a living person at any moment.
The most terrifying part was that Yamazaki had no idea how many people in this city had become bodies for this ghost.
As he continued to flee.
In a concealed dark corner nearby, a pair of grey and dead eyes kept watching him. From the shadows, a man with slightly yellow skin and a rigid complexion who exuded a strange aura appeared. Dressed in a suit, neat and clean, showing no sign of decay.
He was like a living person. No, he was without warmth, his body ice-cold, more like a fresh corpse.
After a good while.
This ice-cold corpse wearing a suit, bearing a living personâs face, and a pair of grey, dead eyes, slowly turned and left.
He headed for the city and quickly blended in among its people.
Like those who had somehow survived, unnoticeable at first glance.
But those people would never imagine that a terrifying ghost wearing human skin would infiltrate their midst.
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