âPhew~!â
On an inconspicuous rooftop in Zhongzhou City, a white candle lit up, emitting black flames and casting a shadow over the surroundings.
The candlelight flickered, and a heavy rain seemed to pour around, immersing everything around the house in water. Although the sun was still out in the sky, some inexplicable paranormal phenomenon was invading reality.
Itâs not just about the rainwater.
Occasionally, a few dead bodies floated to the surface of the water, but they quickly sank to the bottom, unable to remain afloat.
This situation wasnât limited to a single location.
In the east, west, south, and north of the city, a white Ghost Candle was lit in each direction.
Yang Jian had Feng Quan do this.
Because the increase in the number of Ghost Candles led to more severe paranormal occurrences in the city, with the bodies appearing in the water continuously increasing.
At this moment, Yang Jian was pursuing a corpse.
This was a drowned man, submerged in a pool of stagnant water; the murky water obscured the truth of the body, but with his Ghost Eyes, the hidden corpse was clear to him.
He came near the corpse, the Ghost Shadow covering him, holding a golden, fractured spear, silent.
The medium had been dispatched.
Yang Jianâs Ghost Domain covered the city, seeking traces of this personâs activities before death.
âIs it not in this city either?â
This was the fifth corpse he had searched for, the others were beyond his sight range, although the medium had been triggered, the distance was too far for him to help.
âNext corpse.â
Yang Jian vanished from there, reappearing in another direction in the city, where Feng Quan had also lit a Ghost Candle.
The paranormal phenomenon around was already severe.
Yang Jian swiftly found the sixth corpse; it was a middle-aged man, his clothes gone, unknown what he was doing when he died.
The Ghost Shadow covered him, holding the spear, the medium dispatched once more.
At this moment.
A sudden scene of the middle-aged manâs life appeared in the view of his Ghost Eyes.
âFound it, this man was from Zhongzhou City. By tracing the medium left behind before his death, I can grasp all his actions. Once I pinpoint where he last had trouble, I can roughly determine Ghost Lakeâs murder patterns.â Yang Jian thought to himself.
He sought clues from the dead.
But the dead had been deceased for quite some time, he couldnât invade the dead bodyâs memory; he could only steal the memory of the living or those who had just died.
The next moment.
In Yang Jianâs Ghost Domain, a vast shadow suddenly covered the ground.
The sky turned blood-red, the ground pitch-black.
The Ghost Eyeâs Ghost Domain combined with the Ghost Shadowâs Ghost Domain to form some unique world.
There were no secrets in the city, everything was under control.
Yang Jian only locked onto this one middle-aged manâs medium.
But in reality, all who had lived in this city appeared before his eyes; they were mediums, not living people, without exception.
With this unique vision, he quickly grasped all this middle-aged manâs life traces and the location of his last moment before death.
âIâve found the clue. Feng Quan, extinguish all the Ghost Candles.â Yang Jian said, the voice reaching Feng Quanâs ear.
âOkay, Iâll extinguish the Ghost Candles right away.â
Feng Quan wasnât dissatisfied; he thought assisting this way was beneficial, at least he didnât have to face an S-class paranormal event head-on.
Yang Jian disappeared from the original place again.
At this moment, he appeared in a room within a luxury hotel in Zhongzhou City.
Inside the room, the Ghost Shadow enveloped.
The medium continued to trigger.
Yang Jian saw various people who had once entered the hotel room, couples, lovers, students⊠but those mediums didnât matter to him. He had found that middle-aged man.
With a wave of his hand.
All the mediums vanished in the Ghost Domain, leaving only that one person.
The medium of the middle-aged man appeared on the balcony, bathroom, restroom.
However, in the end, Yang Jian stared at the moldy bed in front of him.
The last medium the man left on the bed.
This medium showed the middle-aged man in a fixed posture, eyes open, reaching out as if a drowning person desperately trying to surface for air.
Yang Jian walked around the bed, observing this manâs last medium from different angles.
âNo water, yet he drowned. He died on the bed, not in the bathroom, where water was accessible, which means Ghost Lakeâs murder rule isnât closely linked with water.â
âThe murky water is just the trace left after killing, not the paranormal source.â
Yang Jian squinted his eyes.
He thought everyone entered a misconception, thinking Ghost Lake was truly a lake; in truth, the lake water was a surface phenomenon, like the spilled blood after a person is killed. Water might just be an effect, not the source.
âA person lying in bed, what could trigger the ghostâs killing rule?â
Yang Jian felt he was close to the answer.
Just a bit away.
That slight difference, he could find Ghost Lake.
âSleeping? No, it shouldnât be. If sleeping was enough to get targeted by the ghost in Ghost Lake, then no one in Zhongzhou City could survive, and people in other cities would surely be killed by the ghost in Ghost Lake.â Yang Jian quickly dismissed this speculation.
Itâs not the Ghost Dream incident from home.
The Ghost Dream incident was what made one get targeted by a ghost when sleeping.
Yang Jian paced in the room, also contemplating.
He glanced at the water tap in the bathroom.
Casually turning it on for a look.
There was still water in the tap; when opened, tap water gushed out, but it was murky, with a stench, similar to the stagnant water on the streets before.
Yang Jianâs Ghost Eyes peered.
He sensed there was something else mixed in this water.
He reached out and grabbed.
It turned out to be a strand of black hair.
This wasnât ordinary hair; it seemed to carry some paranormal power.
âIt bears some resemblance to the Ghost Hair on Huang Ziya, but itâs not Ghost Hair, just hair that has absorbed paranormal aura.â With a pull, the hair broke.
If it was Ghost Hair, it couldnât be broken through force.
Yang Jian pondered silently.
But looked again at the bedâs remaining medium, finding the manâs medium was a handprint on the bed instead of footprints on the ground.
As if realizing something.
He squatted down for a closer look.
Under the bed, there was a foot basin, still containing murky water.
âThe middle-aged man soaked his feet by the bed before he died.â
Yang Jian squinted: âI see; contacting the cursed lake water is a precondition, but mere contact shouldnât lead to death, otherwise we wouldâve been targeted by ghosts for soaking so long.â
âSo, there must be a second condition.â
Filling the basin with water, setting it by a chair.
Then the paranormal power of the Deceiving Ghost appeared.
A person appeared directly in front of him.
His name was Wang Shan, a courier who died in the post office.
Yang Jian thought that exploring the paranormal should be handled by someone experienced.
âShow your move, Wang Shan, donât disappoint me.â
The next moment.
Wang Shan, who stood motionless, suddenly opened his eyes, regained clarity, and looked at Yang Jian.
Wang Shan was calm, nodded, then sat on the chair, with his feet soaking in the basin, letting the cold, murky water immerse him.
âJust as I thought, mere soaking poses no threat.â
Yang Jian thought: âThen whatâs the remaining condition?â
âKeep trying, having grasped the conditions, just one final step.â
âUnderstood.â Wang Shan remained calm, unafraid of death.
He was no longer the original person; Yang Jian had altered his memory, turning Wang Shan into a tool, responsible for triggering the ghostâs killing rule, aiding Yang Jian in finding truth and secrets.
While progress was smooth here, others werenât falling behind.
In a quiet residential building, the papered Leuk San covering a corpse wasnât still, but struggled, writhing, probing the truth of the paranormal, his body interfered with, yet the secret lay just ahead, almost discovered, though the process was bumpy, the outcome was promising.
Another Parallel World of Zhongzhou City.
Shen Lin experienced the life of a young man, with only ten minutes before death by Ghost Lake.
Upon death, Shen Lin would learn everything.
Only Li Jun and Ah Hongâs actions were less smooth.
Li Jun, finding no leads, could only squat by the roadside, frowning and smoking, a satellite positioning phone by his side.
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