Chapter 906 - 873: The Wang Family Generation

The eerie red glow that enveloped the sky was fading, and the darkness covering the ground was dissipating.

With the inexplicable paper figures carrying the sedan chair appearing, Chen Qiaoyang managed to slip away from Yang Jian’s five-layer Ghost Domain. This escape rendered Yang Jian powerless because it happened so suddenly, and most of his supernatural powers were still engaged in fighting other ghosts.

His own condition was far from ideal.

By the time he reacted, that supernatural phenomenon of the paper figures carrying the sedan chair had already vanished.

Chen Qiaoyang had disappeared as well.

Any ghost capable of infiltrating the five-layer Ghost Domain was anything but ordinary. Now that it had left, even finding it would be an immensely difficult task for Yang Jian.

“I only managed to erase half of his memory, which means I only stole half of it. Although it wasn’t a complete success, it wasn’t a total failure either. This confrontation can be considered a draw.” Yang Jian’s gaze glimmered faintly red as he stood firm, gripping the golden, fractured spear in his hand.

The reason he didn’t consider himself victorious was that he knew this Ghost Shepherd, Chen Qiaoyang, still had immense untapped potential.

If Chen Qiaoyang managed to locate a truly terrifying ghost, his danger level would skyrocket dramatically.

Most troubling of all, this Chen Qiaoyang was impervious to the Firewood Knife.

Even dismembering him might not kill him; the only feasible way seemed to be erasing his consciousness entirely.

“Damn, Xiao Yang, how could you be so careless? He slipped away just like that! This is bad, bad, bad! He saw Daddy Xiong’s face earlier; he’s definitely going to target me for revenge later. Xiao Yang, quickly, go find Leuk San to make me another paper figure—but this time, make it a handsome one!”

At this moment, Xiong Wenwen was panicking after seeing Chen Qiaoyang escape.

After all, just moments ago, Chen Qiaoyang looked like he was ready to tear him apart. Now Xiong Wenwen wished he could change his look entirely and start fresh as a new person.

“Your precognition had some discrepancies,” Yang Jian remarked. “This amount of time shouldn’t be your limit.”

“Anything involving the supernatural can’t be perfectly accurate. Besides, we’ve done our best. Look at Xiao Wang over there, just standing and talking without lifting a finger—he might as well be holding a bucket of popcorn,” Xiong Wenwen retorted, shifting the blame as his eyes darted around. He pointed a finger toward Wang Chaling, who stood not far off.

Wang Chaling’s eyes flickered slightly. Though Xiong Wenwen’s words were harsh, this was indeed a moment susceptible to causing internal discord.

“Our plan didn’t factor him in, so ultimately, the fault lies on us. These are two separate matters,” Yang Jian said as he glanced at Wang Chaling again.

“What exactly are you scheming, Wang Chaling? Were you waiting for Chen Qiaoyang and me to perish together?”

Wang Chaling replied, “I knew nothing of the situation inside the Ghost Domain, and I thought you had already won. If I intervened rashly at that moment, you might think I was trying to take credit. I hesitated for a moment, but I didn’t expect Chen Qiaoyang’s counterattack to happen so quickly—even managing to invade your Ghost Domain. Those four paper figures carrying the sedan chair are truly extraordinary.”

“Speaking of paper figures, perhaps it has some connection to Leuk San. He should know a little something.”

Paper figures and Leuk San?

Yang Jian frowned.

Indeed.

Those paper figures and the sedan chair that emerged suddenly do bear a striking resemblance to Leuk San’s supernatural style.

But he felt that the connection between them wasn’t substantial. This kind of supernatural phenomenon had escaped from the ancient mansion, whereas Leuk San seemed to control some sort of puzzle.

“Whether or not it’s related to Leuk San doesn’t matter. What matters is that you didn’t even block a single ghost for me. Li Jun probably wasn’t much help either. So, is this what you call teamwork and cooperation? I’m really curious now—are you truly incompetent, or are you deliberately holding back?”

Yang Jian’s face was cold as he finished speaking, giving his cracked spear a hard shake.

The corpse pinned by the coffin nail was immediately hurled straight toward Wang Chaling’s side.

The corpse, which looked like it had been hacked to pieces by sharp weapons, was a terrifying ghost. It had been suppressed by the coffin nail, which made it appear calm and unthreatening, but the moment it freed itself from the nail’s suppression, it would immediately revive as a ghost. No one knew its killing method or how it claimed its victims.

But any ghost that Chen Qiaoyang kept around was certainly no ordinary entity.

Watching as the corpse hurtled toward him, Wang Chaling’s expression subtly shifted. He knew Yang Jian was dissatisfied with him and was now testing him.

Yet in the next moment—

Two lifeless, heavily-wrinkled figures, as if decaying corpses that had been dead for days, eerily manifested before Chen Qiaoyang.

These two figures, a man and a woman, resembled an elderly couple.

Before the ghost’s body could hit the ground, the two terrifying elders raised their stiff hands and grabbed hold of it.

One grabbed the corpse’s head, and the other grasped its legs.

The corpse struggled as it began to revive, the ghost resisting continuously. But it was no match for the terrifying grip of the elderly pair. Within moments, the battle between ghost and ghost was over.

The reviving ghost hurled by Yang Jian had been subdued.

But what was most horrifying was this—

The terrifying elderly pair, their stiff hands gripping the corpse tightly, began to pull on it, tearing it apart.

The severely scarred ghost’s body was forcibly stretched and distorted. At last, the body emitted a strange, shrill scream—part resurrection, part warning of terrible imminent danger—and then, suddenly, it was ripped in two.

The ghost was torn apart, its supernatural power suppressed and its puzzle shattered. It could no longer revive. In this state, the ghost’s danger level had fallen to a degree even ordinary people could efficiently manage—its threat reduced to an unbelievable extent.

“Hmm?” Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, fixating intently on the two lifeless elders.

The two terrifying spectral elders before Wang Chaling, having completed their task, began to blur and fade, eventually vanishing entirely once more.

“Using the strength of two ghosts to tear apart another ghost alive, while simultaneously suppressing its supernatural energy and scattering its puzzle? This level of suppression has even nullified its immediate threat,” Yang Jian murmured, gripping the spear tighter.

He felt an unimaginable, nightmarish sense of terror and danger.

The combined supernatural forces of these two ghosts reached an unfathomable and terrifying level.

This situation reminded Yang Jian of something—the Ghost Envoy, and the tall, spectral male holding the Firewood Knife…

Such ghosts weren’t merely killers; even other ghosts were powerless against them.

“These are undoubtedly S-level supernatural entities.”

Yang Jian’s instincts told him the two spectral elders lingering around Wang Chaling were capable of generating an S-level supernatural incident if they ever lost control.

“Captain Yang, it’s not that I didn’t want to act; it was a matter of judgment. You saw it yourself, that Ghost Shepherd—he seems to have the ability to control ghosts. If I let him take another ghost, do you think our fight earlier could’ve ended well? I had my concerns, and you don’t need to question me,” Wang Chaling said seriously.

For a moment, Wang Chaling exuded the terrifying air of a Wang Family ghost-handler.

The mutilated corpse lying still on the ground was proof enough.

“You’re afraid of losing control? Do you think Chen Qiaoyang wasn’t afraid of dying? If he had the ability to seize those ghosts of yours, he would have done so already instead of choosing to flee.” Yang Jian retorted.

“I don’t gamble, because not gambling means not losing. And why should I gamble against Chen Qiaoyang? Three generations of the Wang Family’s efforts—to risk it all against a desperate man? What if I lose? If the Wang Family’s ghosts run amok, do you understand the consequences? Besides, Li Jun is down. If he were still here, I wouldn’t be in such a passive position,” Wang Chaling replied with cold clarity.

“Fair point. Not betting means you can’t lose. But then, what have you gained?” Yang Jian asked coldly.

“I don’t need to gain anything; I just need to keep what I have. Unlike you, the Wang Family’s legacy is my responsibility. As long as I preserve this foundation, time will handle the rest,” Wang Chaling said.

Yang Jian understood his meaning.

Wang Chaling was essentially the supernatural world’s equivalent of an heir to a wealthy family, inheriting supernatural forces from his lineage. By avoiding unnecessary risks, he could ensure the preservation of these forces indefinitely.

“But now, your Wang Family’s ancient mansion has lost control. The Pendulum Clock has restarted, and the ghosts previously synchronized with its curse are being released. Dadong City is no longer safe,” Yang Jian said.

Wang Chaling replied, “I’ll deal with it. The ghosts in the mansion were all ones my Wang Family previously captured. If we could imprison them once, we can do it again. Chen Qiaoyang has fled, and those affected by the Pendulum Clock’s curse are dead. Honestly, this operation has been a fairly successful one for me.”

“I should be thanking you—and Li Jun.”

“You’re not worried I’ll hit you for saying this now?” Yang Jian asked.

“I don’t think you will. Although I didn’t help much, I haven’t caused you any harm either. Moreover, I need to handle the mansion’s loss of control. If we, as captains, started fighting here over something like this, wouldn’t it be a bit childish?” Wang Chaling replied.

“So, you’re the ultimate winner? Li Jun risked his life, I fought Chen Qiaoyang, and you did nothing but wait to reclaim the mansion?” Yang Jian pressed.

“That’s not how I’d put it. I just didn’t expect things to escalate this way,” Wang Chaling said.

He had underestimated Li Jun’s impulsiveness and Yang Jian’s ferocity.

In his original plan, the three would act together, allowing him to reclaim the mansion safely and smoothly.

“Hey, Xiao Yang, Xiao Wang, stop talking and look at that thing. Isn’t it staring at us?” At that moment, Xiong Wenwen urgently called out as he hurriedly ran off, pointing at a shriveled corpse lying on the ground nearby.

The desiccated corpse was missing an arm. At the moment, it was lifting its head slightly, and its dry, hollow eyes were eerily shifting as if observing Yang Jian and Wang Chaling.

This ghost was another entity Chen Qiaoyang had brought out.

Previously, it had been suppressed by his Ghost Shadow. With Yang Jian retracting his Ghost Shadow, the ghost now began to show signs of activity.

“I’ll take care of it,” Wang Chaling said.

Almost as soon as he spoke, another ghost manifested—a wrinkled, deathly pale, terrifying elderly figure slowly appeared. The elder advanced toward the shriveled corpse, reaching out with its cold, stiff hand to grab it, lifting it like discarded junk. Then, the elder turned and walked away.

Leaving behind the remnants of the ghost torn into pieces earlier, this second ghost was also effortlessly subdued by Wang Chaling.

Now, only one headless corpse remained standing motionless in the area, along with the ghost covered entirely in blackened Ghost Hands.

Yang Jian observed, striding closer to the corpse covered in countless Ghost Hands. He thrust his spear down into it.

The Ghost Hands started to vanish gradually.

A bloated, corpse-white ghost, as if it had been soaked in water, was finally revealed in its horrifying entirety.

“I’m very interested in this ghost, I’ll be taking it,” Yang Jian said.

“If you’re interested, it’s yours. After all, you dealt with it. If you want the others, I can package them all up and give them to you too,” Wang Chaling casually replied.

Yang Jian shook his head. “No need. Those ghosts should stay in your Wang Family’s mansion. I don’t want Dachang City becoming a hub for ghostly entities.”

Though ghosts held significant value, for Yang Jian, they posed an even greater risk at this point.

The more ghosts he controlled, the more he risked an eventual loss of control after prolonged suppression.

He wanted no part of that, which was why most of the ghosts he captured were handed over to headquarters—only certain exceptional ones were worth keeping for himself.

“If that’s the case, I’ll handle the aftermath. The outside is in your hands,” Wang Chaling said, as the ghostly elder appeared once more, this time taking away the decapitated, dismembered ghost nearby.

Yang Jian remarked, “Once you’ve dealt with the mansion’s situation, I’ll find an appropriate time to retrieve the Pendulum Clock. That kind of supernatural object is wasted in your hands—it’ll be of better use to me.”

Wang Chaling’s expression instantly darkened.

“It would be best if you agreed. If you don’t, I’ll take it by force. And if you dare to stop me, I’ll kill you,” Yang Jian said coldly.

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