Chapter 1096 - 1062 Faceless Person

Chapter 1096: Chapter 1062 Faceless Person

On Ghost Street.

The strange shops were gradually closing down, but as Yang Jian was about to leave, he actually saw a living person on this street… at least considered living.

He attempted to call out to the person ahead.

But it was no use.

The person ahead seemed not to hear and continued walking forward, about to leave the street completely.

“No response? So it seems this person didn’t mistakenly enter here like I did, but is someone who naturally belongs to this Ghost Street, or perhaps a regular visitor…” Yang Jian’s eyes slightly shifted.

He quickened his pace and followed.

The man ahead, dressed in outdated clothes and with a tall figure, continued walking forward, oblivious to Yang Jian’s rapid approach.

“In that case, let’s probe. If I’m lucky, maybe I can glean some secrets about Ping’an Ancient Town from him.”

Yang Jian changed his previously cautious demeanor.

He looked at his own cold, darkened palm, then stopped in his tracks, slowly reaching towards the man’s back.

At this distance, his hand couldn’t reach the man.

However.

This wasn’t an ordinary palm but the hand of a fierce ghost, possessing terrifying supernatural power.

As the Ghost Hand emerged.

The ground in front of him began protruding with cold, dark hands, densely covering the ground, triggering a tingling sensation on the scalp.

The hands swayed like wild grass in a gust of wind, twisting and trying to grab anyone approaching.

Once caught by such a hand, even if just one, an ordinary person would be doomed; even a real ghost could be significantly suppressed, as Yang Jian’s Ghost Hand currently has a reservation to suppress a fierce ghost.

At this moment, all the Ghost Hands reached towards the man.

Yet the man’s walking speed did not slow down, ignoring the eerie black hands on the ground in front of him.

“Want to walk over them?” Yang Jian’s face darkened, holding nothing back.

The Ghost Hand’s attack commenced.

The cold, dark hands on the ground, although stiff, moved reflexively, suddenly grabbing the man’s leg.

Once touched.

The suppressive nature of the Ghost Hand on supernatural phenomena would come into play, making it impossible for even the topmost paranormal handlers to ignore its attacks completely.

The effect appeared.

The man’s foot seemed tripped, instantly freezing in place, his tall body stumbling, almost falling.

But that was just the extent of it.

The Ghost Hand’s influence reached its limit, unable to further harm the man.

Seeing this, Yang Jian’s expression grew wary.

The Ghost Hand, capable of suppressing a fierce ghost outside, could only manage to trip the opponent here, indicating the man wasn’t just a person with supernatural powers, but a very formidable one.

“Can we talk?” Yang Jian spoke up.

The man still didn’t turn around, staying with his back to Yang Jian, only showing his back.

“Are you unwilling to speak, or unable to do so? If you don’t mind, turn around so we can talk for a bit. I’m not from Taiping Ancient Town; I’m the person in charge of investigating the Ghost Lake incident here, dealing with various supernatural affairs outside.” Yang Jian introduced himself and stated his purpose.

Nevertheless, the man remained silent, standing motionless.

Yang Jian frowned at the situation.

Since the man didn’t intend to speak, might as well see the person’s face up close and confirm his identity.

Immediately.

He quickly arrived at the man’s side.

Merely by approaching, Yang Jian sensed an unusual cold aura emanating from the man, giving a sense of something amiss.

He stepped aside, maintaining some distance.

Only then did Yang Jian see the man’s true appearance… the man had no face.

Yes.

No features, just a smooth patch of flesh.

Ghost?

Yang Jian immediately stepped back a few paces, instinctively raising the Firewood Knife to chop down, intending to dismember the ghost in front of him.

But the man’s movement made Yang Jian pause.

The man raised a hand, signaling Yang Jian to halt.

“Not a ghost, a human, with his own consciousness.”

Yet Yang Jian, abruptly stopping the Firewood Knife, looked serious, showing no shock, only mild surprise.

For the man’s appearance reminded him of a fierce ghost he once encountered holding a bloody old newspaper, who enjoyed taking people’s faces, leaving them faceless.

Could it be that this man survived a supernatural attack in the past?

“You can hear me, but lacking facial features, you can’t see or speak, and you don’t want me to see your real face, right?” Yang Jian asked.

The man said nothing but nodded slightly.

“Who are you? By the looks of you, you’re not an outside paranormal handler, what are you doing here?” Yang Jian continued to inquire: “If you can’t speak, you can write it down, we can communicate.”

The faceless man turned subtly towards Yang Jian, falling silent.

He seemed unwilling to communicate, or perhaps there was some barrier between them, reluctant to reveal too much.

However, after a moment, he lifted his hand, gesturing in the air.

His fingers traced in the air, while Yang Jian, watching through the Ghost Eye, noted the traces, gradually forming a phrase: I am searching for a face.

“You’re looking for a face here, where’s your original face?” Yang Jian asked again.

The man didn’t answer, apparently rejecting Yang Jian’s query.

Seeing him silent, Yang Jian asked again: “What’s your name?”

“Faceless Person.” The man continued to move his fingers through the air, writing three words.

Faceless Person?

This should be a code name, not a real name.

Yang Jian didn’t press further; using aliases in the supernatural realm is common to conceal identities, preventing supernatural consequences from reaching one’s associates.

“Have you found your face?”

“It’s right here.” The man continued to respond.

It?

Referring to the man’s face.

It’s right here, which means this man’s face must have appeared on Ghost Street at some point. He just hasn’t found it yet, so he regretfully left after walking through the street.

“The only thing on the whole street that aligns with the concept of a face is those masks that appeared at that stall before. Could he be looking for one too?” Yang Jian’s heart skipped a beat, and he glanced back slightly.

The stall selling masks was no longer there.

If it were, the Faceless Person should have been looking for an eerie mask to serve as his face.

“Where are you from, a resident of Taiping Town? Or someone from the outside supernatural circles?” Yang Jian asked again.

But at this moment, the Faceless Person reached out and wrote a sentence: “It’s too late today, I’m leaving.”

He did not answer Yang Jian’s subsequent question.

After writing this, the Faceless Person resumed walking forward, the Ghost Hand underfoot like wild grass on the roadside, able to trip him but unable to make him stop moving entirely; the reason he stopped earlier was not because the Ghost Hand had an effect, but because he chose to stop.

“Unless I forcibly chop off his head and then use the Ghost Shadow to invade his memories to obtain enough information, otherwise, I can’t get any useful information,” Yang Jian pondered, his gaze flickering.

Weighing whether to take action.

This person was very unfamiliar, very eerie, yet there was no interaction, no conflict, and no hostility with Yang Jian.

Otherwise, the earlier probing action would have already erupted into a fight.

After a brief contemplation, Yang Jian decided not to take action.

He wasn’t the kind to provoke trouble willingly, and since the other person had shown him courtesy by not escalating the conflict, he wouldn’t resort to ambushing from behind just for a so-called piece of information.

After all, as a young person, one should uphold martial ethics.

Despite not planning to act, Yang Jian followed quickly, wanting to see where this person intended to go.

The two of them left the street one after the other.

Yet, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Yang Jian found himself standing alone in the ancient Taiping Town, with newly installed street lamps on both sides, casting light and illuminating the surrounding darkness.

But the Faceless Person had vanished.

Even when peering with the Ghost Eye, no trace of the Faceless Person could be found.

The Faceless Person left the street but did not appear in Taiping Ancient Town.

“Could it be that this Ghost Street is similar to the Ghost Post Office? The same road, but leading to different places?” Yang Jian speculated in his heart, looking at the paper boat in his hand.

The thing was still there.

It was real.

Yet, the street behind him had vanished. The existence of this paper boat proved that everything that happened just now was real, not an illusion, nor a supernatural event.

“Since that person has disappeared, let’s just leave it. No need to dwell on it.”

“It’s just… even the mysterious Faceless Person needed to buy something on this ancient street, indicating that the items on the ancient street are extraordinary. If that’s the case, then what’s the purpose of this paper boat in my hand? I don’t feel this paper boat is a supernatural item; it seems like an ordinary object.”

Yang Jian then retracted his various thoughts and focused on the paper boat he had bought.

This thing cost him three yuan.

Moreover, the paper boat coming from that eerie paper crafting shop was likely not ordinary, although it appeared ordinary, it definitely was not.

He simply hadn’t discovered its secret yet.

“Yang Jian, you’re back? What are you holding in your hand, can I take a look?”

Suddenly, a voice abruptly appeared, as Leuk San emerged from a nearby alley, his eyes fixated on the paper boat in Yang Jian’s hand, seemingly very curious.

“No,” Yang Jian immediately refused.

Leuk San said, “This should be something you obtained from that ancient street, a paper boat? Like those burned for the dead, I have some research in this area of the supernatural, I might be able to help you.”

He had been lingering around, waiting to see when Yang Jian would return, thus speculating some things.

“There’s a paper crafting shop in the ancient street, if you want to research, go yourself.” Yang Jian replied calmly.

Leuk San didn’t have paper money, and no one knew what would happen if he went to that paper crafting shop, but he didn’t mention it.

This kind of information and intelligence was unnecessary to share.

After all, he didn’t fully trust Leuk San either.

“Paper crafting shop? So you’re saying this thing was obtained from that paper crafting shop, is there a shopkeeper there?” Leuk San remained very interested and asked eagerly.

Yang Jian said, “It’s all various paper figures, no living people, really eerie. You’ll see if you go. Oh, by the way, without a sufficiently powerful Ghost Domain, you won’t be able to invade and enter that ancient street. And at this time, the ancient street has closed for business.”

“…”

Leuk San looked at Yang Jian, “I understand. Although you’ve kept some things hidden, your information is important to me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, we’re all colleagues. I offer help on moral grounds, but too much is too much.” Yang Jian didn’t mind revealing some information.

“You’re right, I was too rash just now. However, in the time you were away, I discovered a strange place, a location filled with the supernatural yet guarded by living people.” Leuk San switched the topic and said.

Yang Jian said, “It seems you’ve already investigated. What’s the result?”

“Not very good, one of my paper figures was taken out,” Leuk San stated. “The person guarding there is a top-notch ghost controller, maybe you could handle him.”

“Are you asking for my help?” Yang Jian said.

“No, just suggesting we team up to check out the situation,” Leuk San said, “You can refuse.”

Yang Jian said, “Is it that shrine?”

Though he merely stood there, the scarlet Ghost Eye was particularly striking at night.

“You knew all along?” Leuk San hesitated.

Yang Jian said, “I saw the problem at a glance, but I’m not interested in that place. If it dares to appear openly in the ancient Taiping Town, it must either be ordinary or terrifying. Now it seems to be the latter, which is why I chose the ancient street over that shrine.”

“Looks like I’m a bit foolish,” said Leuk San.

“Don’t say that. You have many lives, more suited to investigating some dangerous places. But if you didn’t even dare approach that shrine, I’m a bit interested in checking it out, maybe have a word with the person there.”

Yang Jian thought it over and decided to make the trip with Leuk San.

It’s not to court death.

Only to be sure of things.

After all, the Ghost Lake event happened right here, so many details couldn’t be overlooked.

“Aren’t you afraid of accidents?” Leuk San doubted, “This doesn’t seem like your style.”

“I also want to ask what this thing really is,” Yang Jian shook the paper boat in his hand.

“If you let me study it, I can give you an answer,” Leuk San proposed.

Yang Jian laughed, “You, I can’t trust. You have too many paper figures, who knows who you really are in reality? If you’re a friend, fine. If you’re an enemy, then I should be cautious. I hope you understand.”

He didn’t beat around the bush and spoke his mind directly.

No need for reservations and concerns.

Leuk San said no more.

Because… his name wasn’t Leuk San.

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