A Ghost Tamer from the Republic of China Period allegedly used a single stick of incense to awaken a lost consciousness and come back to life again.
It was unimaginable.
This kind of resurrection was far harder than traditional resurrection because the resurrected person had to regain control over supernatural powers.
Yang Jian stared at Leuk Qingqing.
No.
At this moment, it shouldnât be Leuk Qingqing anymore but the consciousness of an unfamiliar Ghost Tamer from the Republic of China Period.
The identity of this person didnât matter.
What mattered was that this person was genuinely from the Republic of China Period, and was a part of that eraâs supernatural circle. The information and secrets they knew must be beyond imagination. Now the critical question was whether they were willing to divulge them.
âWho is the old man in the ancient mansion?â Yang Jian directly asked the first question.
Leuk Qingqing smiled, her expression slightly eerie: âSomeone from the same batch as me. Just like you all now, some of us survived, while others died. The living stayed behind in supernatural places, and the dead prepared for their afterlife. He was much stronger than me, but even he had his limits.â
âHow do you solve the problem of vengeful spirits reviving?â Yang Jianâs gaze was cold as he asked the most critical question directly.
Leuk Qingqing replied, âYou canât solve it. If it could be solved, we wouldnât have died. So, I wonât tell you how to control vengeful spirits. Every era has its own characteristics. Perhaps the people of your time will find a unique path that surpasses us.â
âDidnât someone among you survive till now?â Yang Jian frowned and asked.
âYouâve survived till now, havenât you?â Leuk Qingqing responded.
âI understand.â
Yang Jian grasped the underlying meaning in Leuk Qingqingâs words.
In every era, there would always be some Ghost Tamers who went far. Those paths couldnât be replicated. They were the results of the collision between death and luck. Even if someone told you the method, it would amount to no more than a story; that kind of success couldnât be duplicated.
Take Old Qin, for instance. Born as an anomaly from the wombâcan you replicate that method?
Or take Wang Chaling, who directly inherited the Wang Familyâs vengeful spirit legacy across generations. Thatâs also not something you can study.
Thus, Yang Jian stopped dwelling on this question and instead asked, âWhat is this place? It doesnât exist in reality; you can only reach it via the supernatural bus.â
âIn terms you can understand, this is a Ghost Domain, separated from reality. However, the balance here will eventually fail, and it will re-emerge in the real world. The supernatural bus is merely a tool to traverse such special regions,â Leuk Qingqing slowly began pacing around the room.
She touched her head.
The part that had been dented after being struck by that blood-stained wooden mallet was now quickly regenerating.
Soon.
Leuk Qingqingâs body was once again flawless.
Seeing this, Yang Jianâs expression shifted slightly as he continued asking, âWhy do ghosts exist in this world?â
Leuk Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then laughed, laughing joyfully, covering her mouth as though witnessing a farcical joke.
âIs that question so funny?â Yang Jian frowned.
Leuk Qingqing approached him, her red high heels clicking with each step. Her long legs moved gracefully; her posture was elegant and exuded a touch of classical beauty. She stopped in front of Yang Jian and smiled, asking, âHavenât you ever heard a ghost story before?â
âI have, but they were all fake,â Yang Jian said.
âHow do you know they were all fake? Stories get passed down, and the truth is hidden within them. Besides, your current level is far too low to even ponder such questions. Live for three more years, and then you can wake up the person connected to the second incense stick. Heâll answer your question for you,â Leuk Qingqing said.
Too low a level?
For someone like Yang Jian, a top-tier Ghost Tamer who had controlled three vengeful spirits, turned into an anomaly, mastered self-rebooting, and possessed the Coffin Nail and Firewood Knife, to be judged as âtoo low levelâ was astonishing.
âIf you donât want to share any information, why bother talking to me?â Yang Jian asked coldly.
He suspected that figures from the Republic of China Period had not all perished, nor were they incapable of passing on their knowledge to future generations. Rather, it seemed as though this knowledge had been deliberately buried.
If they truly wanted to share the truth, there were countless ways to do so.
Therefore.
Wang Xiaomingâs earlier words proved correctâchasing after the past was meaningless.
The past being buried signified its failure. Pursuing a failed era was merely a waste of time moving forward.
âI woke up too early. I had planned to go somewhere, but since he is dead, I chose to linger in this ancient mansion. Yet, I didnât expect you to open this room,â Leuk Qingqing said.
âWhatâs special about this room?â Yang Jian asked. âI came here because of the Ghost Cabinet.â
Leuk Qingqing replied, âThis room is a ghost. To be precise, these red objects are a puzzle piece of a vengeful spirit trying to revive.â
âIs that all?â Yang Jian stared at her with a skeptical expression.
Would containing a single ghost really require elaborate preparations, detaining it with so many items?
Coffin nails, gold artifacts, or even just a coffin.
Such similar measures should suffice.
âAs far as I know, yes. After all, I didnât create these things,â Leuk Qingqing said, seemingly casting herself as a participant rather than a mastermind.
Yang Jian fell silent.
He wasnât able to gather much useful information from this Republic of China-era individual.
He couldnât pinpoint the origin of vengeful spirits, nor find methods to curb their revival, and hadnât unraveled many supernatural mysteries either.
âWhatâs on the fifth floor of the Ghost Post Office?â Left with no choice, Yang Jian gave up on lofty questions and instead asked something more immediate.
Leuk Qingqing laughed again: âThereâs a sixth floor above the fifth; thatâs the core of the Post Office. However, only one person can enter the sixth floor, and whoever does so can never leave the Post Office for the rest of their life.â
âWhy?â Yang Jianâs eyelids twitched.
This information was highly significant.
âBecause that person will control the Post Office. Does that answer your question?â
Leuk Qingqing continued, âYour questions are becoming more naive. Many things you can uncover for yourself. Asking me here is meaningless. You should leave. The Post Office gave you a seven-day task to complete within this ancient mansion. Only by finishing it will you earn the right to enter the fifth floor of the Post Office.â
She seemed to lose interest in answering, turning and walking deeper into the room.
âWhat seems naive to you represents life-or-death struggles for us. Your arrogance is the reason you died and were buried back then. With such an impulsive personality, itâs no surprise you didnât survive,â Yang Jian coldly remarked.
His words appeared to strike a chord with the Republic of China-era figure.
She halted her steps, and the roomâs atmosphere instantly turned icy cold.
This wasnât an illusionâit was a palpable chill.
As though a vengeful spirit was awakening, supernatural power began invading the surroundings.
Yang Jianâs Ghost Shadow flickered as he resisted the influence, standing firm with his cracked spear in hand: âAngry now? Thatâs better. Since your time is running out anyway, why not hand over your memories to me? I could live longer in this world, go further, and solve more supernatural events.â
Yang Jian wasnât satisfied with the answers this woman had provided.
He decided to take matters into his own hands.
To gamble.
If he won, he would inherit the memories of a top-tier Ghost Tamer from the Republic of China Period.
If he lostâŠ
Perhaps he would be buried here within this ancient mansion.
It seemed reckless.
But Yang Jian didnât see it that way, because he couldnât guarantee how long heâd have to wait for a similar opportunity if he let this one slip away.
Leuk Qingqing turned around slowly: âHow do you plan to steal the memories of a living person from a vengeful spirit?â
âAs I thought, youâre an anomaly too?â
Yang Jianâs sudden impulse immediately subsided.
Her brief awakening was, in essence, still tied to a vengeful spiritâonly temporarily cleared by the power of the incense. Once the time ran out, her consciousness would dissipate again.
Inexplicably, this was reminiscent of Yang Jianâs own situation.
If his Ghost Shadow fully awakened one day, his consciousness would also be suppressed, devoured by the vengeful spirit. But that consciousness wouldnât vanish entirelyâthere would still be ways to reawaken it under certain conditions.
However.
Memories controlled by vengeful spirits couldnât be stolen.
When supernatural powers clashed with one another, the result was nothing but mutual malfunction.
So, Leuk Qingqing was warning Yang Jian that even if she didnât resist and allowed him to attempt memory extraction, he wouldnât succeed and might die as a result.
âMy time is almost up.â
Suddenly, Leuk Qingqing spoke again. She raised her arm, which was once flawless but now began to wither, showing signs of decay and corpse spots.
Her skin began to darken.
Even her cheongsam lost its former vibrancy.
The fragrance in the air started to mix with a faint hint of rotting stench.
Evidently.
The incense was fading away, and soon she would fully transform into a vengeful spirit.
âYou should leave. Before I lose control, Iâll settle things within this room. This person wonât die; sheâll live on, and Iâll even leave her with a gift.â
Leuk Qingqing turned her head back one last time, then slowly walked to the dressing table and sat down, completely ignoring Yang Jianâs presence.
Seeing this, Yang Jian ultimately chose to leave it alone.
He didnât make a move against Leuk Qingqing.
It was no longer meaningful.
If he couldnât extract her memories, thereâd be no benefit to acting rashly.
She was already on the verge of reviving as a vengeful spirit, and any further provocation would likely shorten the time granted by the incense.
At that point, it wouldnât be a human heâd be facing but a full-fledged, horrifying vengeful spirit.
Despite this, Yang Jian was unwilling to leave empty-handed.
His eyes scanned the celebratory yet eerie room, searching for something, anything, worth taking away.
He didnât want this trip to be in vain.
âTake this with you. It might help you if you encounter that ghost someday.â
The cheongsam-clad woman spoke again. She opened a drawer in the dressing table, retrieved an item, and threw it backward carelessly.
It was a jade bracelet.
The jade was black, but its interior had a vivid red hue, as though blood had seeped into it.
The bracelet hit the ground with a crisp sound but didnât shatter.
This was a supernatural object. No matter how fragile it appeared, as long as it retained its supernatural power, it wouldnât break.
âWhat is this thing used for?â Yang Jian asked.
The woman didnât reply but instead hummed a tuneâa classical opera melody filled with nostalgia and sorrow.
Her dark hair began to fall, and her once-lustrous cheongsam turned dingy.
It was as though everything about her was rapidly aging and decaying.
Yet, this was merely an afterimage. The real Leuk Qingqing remained seated, her eyes closed, entirely motionless, unaffected by the illusion.
Only Yang Jianâs Ghost Eyes could discern the subtle difference.
To ordinary people, the afterimage and Leuk Qingqing were indistinguishableâjust a single person, unified.
Yang Jian kept silent, picking up the red bracelet from the ground before turning to leave.
The situation was dangerous.
There was no need to tangle with someone on the brink of revival.
Before leaving, he even closed the door behind him, though he didnât lock it; he intended to take the lock with him.
âYang Jian, weâll surely meet again, wonât weâŠ?â
A soft murmur echoed in the red room, laced with faint laughter.
âThe Ghost Cabinet task is complete. The Post Office still has a sixth floor. And Iâve obtained a red bracelet⊠This journey doesnât seem like a loss,â Yang Jian thought as he glanced back.
He dared not approach the room again.
Because the next time the door opened, Leuk Qingqing would no longer be insideâit would be a true vengeful spirit.
That room would become a taboo, a place no one should ever set foot in again.
At this point, locking the door was irrelevant.
Having determined there was no more value in staying there, Yang Jian retraced his steps quickly, avoiding the eerie crowd as he returned to the main hall.
âYang Jian, youâre back? What happened over there just now? Why was it so quiet?â Zhou Deng was still standing there, curiously asking.
However, his eyes lingered on the red bracelet in Yang Jianâs hand as he spoke.
âQuiet? It shouldnât have been. I encountered Leuk Qingqing there, but it wasnât the real Leuk Qingqing. She was eroded by supernatural powers. A consciousness not her own was conversing with me. Didnât you hear anything?â Yang Jian asked.
At such close distance, they should have heard it.
But not just Zhou Deng, even the nearby others shook their heads, indicating they didnât hear anything.
Yang Jianâs expression changed. Activating his Ghost Eyes, he looked back toward the corridor.
The once-locked room had vanished.
There was only a blank wall, with no trace of a locked door.
âVanished? Was this the work of that Republic of China woman? Did she want to take everything away and find a place to settle her posthumous affairs?â Yang Jianâs eyes flickered as he speculated internally.
âLooks like you ventured somewhere unknown, Yang Jian. Supernatural interference probably prevented us from perceiving anything. Since thatâs the case, wonât you share what you found?â Zhou Deng asked, his eyes fixated on the bracelet in Yang Jianâs hand.
It seemed he wanted to seize upon this moment to pry information out, hoping to track down that place for himself later.
âNothing much happened. Letâs just say I stepped away briefly. Donât ask further questions. The Seventh-Day delivery task isnât done yet; danger still looms. Donât busy yourself with irrelevant curiosities,â Yang Jian took a deep breath, stepping back from his thoughts.
Choosing to treat the earlier events as nothing more than an unusual experience.
The priority now was stabilizing the current situation.
After all, the Ghost Cabinet transaction and the letter delivery task were two separate things, with no interference between them.
âNot talking, huh? You must be planning to hoard it all to yourself,â Zhou Deng muttered under his breath.
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