Chapter 781 748: The Identity of the Tomb Owner

The top floor of Mingzhu Building in Dahai City.

“President Ye, the latest news, Yang Jian, Sun Rui, and the newcomer from the headquarters called Li Yang previously took a taxi to Fushou Garden, and they are now inside. Fushou Garden is a graveyard, and this matter gives off an unusual vibe,”

“The three of them were originally in different places, one at headquarters, one in Dachang City, one in Dahan City, now gathered together heading to a graveyard, obviously on a purposeful mission. Should we send someone to check it out?”

The mature and steady manager in his thirties was reporting the situation to Ye Zhen.

Other matters can be put aside for now.

But we must pay close attention to Yang Jian’s movements, as such a top-level character in Dahai City—if he causes trouble, the consequences will definitely be very serious.

Ye Zhen sat in his office chair, back turned, legs propped up, facing the window as if overlooking the vast city. Facing the manager’s report, he remained silent, seemingly even more reticent than before.

The manager, holding a tablet, received another piece of information and said, “Just now, the area’s administrator sent the latest news that today Fushou Garden will be holding a burial ceremony. The deceased is the mother of Liu Company’s president, Old Lady Liu, a small company with an annual profit of less than one hundred million…”

“Therefore, it’s possible that Yang Jian is here to attend this funeral, but this likelihood is small.”

“The death of a common person isn’t significant enough to invite both Yang Jian and Sun Rui as leaders. Furthermore, the team of three is a typical small squad setup. Additionally, Sun Rui’s private jet arrived here early in the morning, which suggests from a timing perspective that they are responding to some urgent matter, a spontaneous action, not a scheduled visit.”

The manager continued his report, analyzing various pieces of information: “I have reason to suspect that Yang Jian’s visit to Dahai City is related to a supernatural event; we must take it very seriously. After all, anything that Yang Jian pays such attention to is definitely not a trivial matter and likely to cause us a great deal of trouble.”

“I recommend that President Ye take a few administrators to look into the matter personally, to understand the situation, while also guarding against any special circumstances. I believe Lin Luomei is an excellent candidate; she has interacted with Yang Jian before and participated together in the supernatural event at Caesar Hotel, possessing a degree of mutual trust that can facilitate effective communication.”

Having said this.

The manager paused briefly, waiting for Ye Zhen’s response. After a dozen seconds, with Ye Zhen still sitting in his chair with his back to him, silent.

“President Ye? Are you listening? Did you fall asleep?”

The manager’s face darkened, suddenly feeling an urge to hit someone.

If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t beat Ye Zhen, he would have wanted to thrash the guy a few times.

Besides, it wasn’t unprecedented for Ye Zhen to fall asleep during reports; it happened frequently before.

However, the manager guessed wrong.

Ye Zhen hadn’t fallen asleep; at this moment, he moved, spinning the chair around.

His previously neat hair was now a mess, his tie undone, looking significantly more exhausted and disheveled: “Do you think, does Yang Jian really hold the Coffin Nail?”

“…” The manager’s mouth twitched.

After all this time, that’s what you’re pondering?

“President Ye, whether he has it or not seems irrelevant. There’s no need for conflict between you and Yang Jian. After all, as the team leader from headquarters, engaging in conflict would be all harm and no benefit for us. With the friend circle just dissolved and headquarters’ focus on the Ghost Painting, if Yang Jian gets into trouble now, the headquarters’ attention will immediately shift to our supernatural forum.”

“That would adversely affect our development.”

Ye Zhen spoke, “I might not fight him, but I can’t be defeated by him.”

“I used to bully Xiao Yang like a stray dog, killing him would’ve been as easy as turning my hand, but with that Coffin Nail, it’s different. I don’t want to end up like the Hungry Ghost, flattened to the ground like a dead dog. Where would that leave my face, Ye Someone’s face?”

He was confident, but not mindless.

Most people in the circle knew the Hungry Ghost’s case file, as the event was too old to conceal, so they were also aware of the significant role the Coffin Nail played in that supernatural event.

An S-level fierce ghost was directly nailed to the spot.

If that were to be used on a ghost controller, it would likely immobilize the ghost within their body in an instant.

Once the power of the ghost was completely suppressed, the ghost controller might instantly die from the lack of supernatural power or, even if not instantly dead, with the ghost’s power suppressed, would be no different from an ordinary person.

Therefore, the Coffin Nail was not just the bane of ghosts, but also a lethal weapon against ghost controllers.

And Ye Zhen obviously dreaded this aspect.

“If President Ye wants to know whether Yang Jian has the Coffin Nail, there are only two ways. One is to fight him. If he’s pushed to the wall, he might use any supernatural item, but you’d be taking a significant risk. If he really has the Coffin Nail, you could be defeated and killed by him,” the manager said. “So I suggest the second approach: keep observing. If Yang Jian does have the Coffin Nail, he’s bound to use it in a future supernatural event. In the meantime, we should restrain ourselves from starting any conflicts with Yang Jian.”

“How about getting someone to play with him?” Ye Zhen suggested.

“A probe?”

The manager shook his head, “President Ye, the likelihood of success is not high. If Yang Jian truly has the Coffin Nail, he wouldn’t easily reveal it. So the cost of probing is huge. If the person we send is too weak, it’s just giving away an advantage, especially given that aside from the supernatural item, Yang Jian himself is a top-tier ghost controller.”

“He survived until now not because of luck, nor because of the Coffin Nail, but because of his own strength.”

He believed that in the supernatural forum, the only person who had the right to make Yang Jian reveal his trump card was President Ye. The others fell short, unless they relied on numbers.

But sometimes falling short is just that, and numbers might not necessarily be effective, not to mention the cost could be unbearable. If too many people died, it might even destroy the whole of Dahai City.

Thinking of this, the manager sighed in his heart.

After all, Yang Jian had already become a top player, no longer someone who could be easily manipulated. He had the confidence to overturn the table.

Initially, Fang Shiming lost exactly on this point. He had already won, yet he died unclearly at the hands of Yang Jian due to an unknown object with supernatural powers.

“You take care of the affairs at Fushou Garden; I need to think over the rest of the matters,” he said.

Ye Zhen suddenly became serious, “But remember, my strength is beyond imagination; nobody is worth my full effort.”

The manager’s mouth twitched again.

Meanwhile.

Inside Fushou Garden.

Yang Jian and Sun Rui wandered separately through the cemetery, looking for other clues and checking the environment for potential abnormalities.

But unfortunately.

They didn’t find anything. This was a very normal graveyard. If there was one thing that caught Yang Jian’s attention, it was several unmarked gravestones within the cemetery.

Although the graveyard had been there for a while, the gravestones were empty.

And not just one.

“Didn’t find anything, did you?” Yang Jian and Sun Rui met up, and he asked.

“Even though it’s a cemetery, this place is more normal than any other. Ordinary people might feel it’s eerie, but that’s just psychological. If you actually dig these graves up, you’ll find just ordinary corpses, urns, nothing that hints at supernatural powers. I’m growing more suspicious about the intentions behind that red letter,” Sun Rui said, leaning on his cane.

“Perhaps it’s just a driving letter, deliberately leading us away from the Post Office, considering we are all ghost controllers and could potentially interfere with the weird operations of the Post Office,” Sun Rui speculated.

“The red letter seems like a response tactic to deal with us, those beyond their control,” he said.

“Your guess makes sense,” Yang Jian said, his gaze flickering slightly. He had even scanned the area with Ghost Domain.

And found nothing.

“However, we’ll only be sure of the Post Office’s purpose after we deliver this letter,” he added.

“Li Yang’s on his way here,” Sun Rui suddenly said, looking toward the exit. He saw Li Yang jogging over.

Li Yang arrived, panting, and said, “Captain Yang, Sun Rui, I just asked around—there’s indeed a funeral today. Around four o’clock in the afternoon, grave number 78 will receive the mother of Liu Company’s president, Liu Weiming—Old Lady Liu. The old lady on that tombstone also has the surname Liu, so it should be correct.”

“However, there’s an interment ceremony scheduled for this afternoon, and many will attend. The cemetery staff are already making arrangements,” he continued.

“It’s eleven in the morning now, and in a bit more than an hour, Old Lady Liu’s coffin will be brought here,” Li Yang added.

“So, we have to deliver this letter into the hands of Elder Liu inside the coffin? Captain Yang, there’s no need to wait. Let’s just find Old Lady Liu’s coffin and stuff the letter in; that’ll be the end of it,” Sun Rui said.

Yang Jian shook his head, “No, that most likely won’t complete the task. The letter should be delivered after Old Lady Liu is buried. If the person isn’t buried in the ground, how can that dead person be considered the owner of grave number 78? What if there’s a change and Old Lady Liu isn’t buried here, what then?”

“Playing with words in the instructions?” Sun Rui furrowed his brows.

“It’s not impossible. It’s better to proceed step by step. There aren’t many hours left, waiting a bit more won’t hurt,” Yang Jian said.

“I’m a bit concerned that people from the supernatural forum might cause trouble and affect our situation here. If we were in Dahan City, I wouldn’t be worried at all,” Sun Rui said.

He thought it was best not to linger here and to complete the letter delivery as soon as possible before leaving.

The business with the Ghost Post Office was serious, but the people of the supernatural forum were more troublesome.

And as they talked and waited,

On a street in Dahai City, inside a stretched sedan, a black European-style coffin was being transported to Fushou Garden.

The coffin was heavy, containing a recently embalmed deceased person.

That was a woman in her seventies.

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