Chapter 1157 - 1123 Memory Fragments

“How could this happen?”

At this moment, Boss He was instantly in a panic upon seeing such a scene. Not only did bringing He Yuelian not have the desired effect, it instead angered Yang Jian the moment she appeared, making him take action immediately.

This matter was beyond his understanding.

Because Boss He could be sure that He Yuelian and Yang Jian did not know each other at all and had no connection, let alone any reason to offend him.

Not to mention, Yang Jian didn’t even know that He Yuelian was his illegitimate daughter.

Yang Jian held He Yuelian by the neck with one hand, lifting her entire body off the ground. She struggled helplessly, her face flushed red, looking like a corpse hanging from a beam, able only to watch everything unfold with wide eyes.

The Ghost Shadow was quickly invading He Yuelian’s body and retrieving her memory.

But strangely.

The memory Yang Jian retrieved after invading He Yuelian wasn’t that of a normal living person. In He Yuelian’s memory, he saw a dimness.

In the dimness, a lamp was lit.

It was an oil lamp, emitting a faint glow, barely illuminating a patch of darkness.

“The memory surprisingly only contains an oil lamp, with no other memories. No, that’s not right. This should be a kind of supernatural protection. Someone left a safeguard on this woman to prevent anyone from invading her memory, or perhaps the issue lies within this woman herself.” Yang Jian showed a slight change in expression.

His Ghost Shadow reading a normal person’s memory never failed, but it was ineffective on this woman who looked identical to the ghost in the ghost painting.

A memory’s oil lamp hindered further invasion by the Ghost Shadow.

“I don’t believe that lamp can really block the Ghost Shadow.” Yang Jian chose to continue the invasion.

The Ghost Shadow further invaded.

The dim oil lamp in the memory began to sway as if a cold wind had blown through the darkness, threatening to extinguish the lamp’s glow. Moreover, as the Ghost Shadow continued its invasion, the wind around the oil lamp grew stronger.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered, and the surrounding darkness seemed to sway along with it.

This was not happening in reality but was occurring within the memory.

Yang Jian retrieved new memories.

Accompanied by the flickering flame, new clues appeared in his memory.

The surrounding darkness receded slightly, revealing a wall—weathered, old, like a decades-old residential building marked by the traces of time—upon which hung a painting, faintly discernible on the wall.

However, a certain intuition and experience told him that the painting hanging behind the yellowed dim light was the ghost painting.

Moreover, several painting frames seemed to faintly appear around the ghost painting.

But the illumination from the oil lamp was so limited that only a bit of content could be seen, with everything else shrouded in darkness and inaccessible.

“An old wall with several paintings hanging, one of which resembles the ghost painting… that place seems familiar, like the fifth floor of the Ghost Post Office from before. Why does the scene of the post office’s fifth floor appear in this woman’s memory?” The doubts in Yang Jian’s heart were magnified.

The fragment of memory he accessed involved matters relating to the Ghost Post Office.

The Ghost Shadow continued to invade.

The oil lamp in the memory, finally extinguished under the gust of cold wind, seemed to break through some kind of barrier with its extinction.

A woman’s memory immediately surfaced.

This was the memory of a normal woman—her birth, growth, education, life…

However, these memories were very ordinary, with no involvement in the supernatural world, nor anything special about her, except for her exceedingly beautiful face which charmed many men from childhood and captivated them as she grew.

The men who fell for He Yuelian would never have imagined that she looked exactly like a fierce ghost.

“Why is this?” Yang Jian frowned deeply after retrieving the memory.

There were bits of memory fragments, but they didn’t achieve the desired result.

Could some of her memories have been hidden or erased?

“Yang Jian, you’re overstepping. Put Miss He down. As someone from the headquarters, do you really want to strangle an ordinary person in public?” Suddenly, a low voice rang out.

Immediately, a few people strode towards them.

There were three people in total, and each exuded an eerie coldness, distinct from living people, likely individuals from the supernatural circle.

One of them was wearing a dealer’s uniform, exactly the person—Zhang Zhi—whom Evil Hound had scared off earlier when reflected in Jiang Yan’s water glass.

However, the one who spoke was another person.

That person’s face was peculiar, as if it had somewhat melted, with wrinkled skin, a dull, waxy yellow complexion, making one feel particularly eerie and terrifying.

At this moment, Yang Jian withdrew his thoughts, slowly lowered He Yuelian, then turned to look at them: “Who are you?”

“My name is Zheng Yijing, I’m from Xiangjiang. Team Yang wouldn’t know me.”

This man named Zheng Yijing said, “We can sit down and talk slowly, but if you act rashly, that’s your fault. You’re in charge, handling supernatural events is your responsibility, but it doesn’t mean you can indiscriminately deal with ordinary people, does it? So please let Miss He go.”

Seeing these people appear, Boss He felt a slight relief in his heart.

He only knew a few people in the supernatural circle and rarely called them, especially Zheng Yijing.

But now there was no choice but to call them, fearing that many people might die if this matter isn’t resolved today.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhi, who was scared away earlier, chose to show up and wasn’t intimidated by this Ghost-eye Yang Jian.

Indeed, with more people, there’s a bit of confidence.

However, at this moment, Zhang Zhi looked uneasy and tense. Although he was from the supernatural circle, he was comfortable handling ordinary people, attending to casinos, and dealing with newcomers in the supernatural circle, but if it came to confronting the rumored Ghost-eye Yang Jian, he didn’t have the guts. He wanted to live a few more years and didn’t want to die so soon.

“Zheng Yijing? Never heard of you.” Yang Jian glanced over.

Zheng Yijing said, “Team Yang is busy day in and day out, naturally wouldn’t pay attention to affairs in other cities, but while you may not know me, I know Team Yang. After all, many major events in the supernatural circle were caused by Team Yang, it’s hard not to pay attention. But Miss He is about to be strangled, can Team Yang be gracious and let her go?”

“Don’t worry, she won’t die. I know my limits.” Yang Jian didn’t release He Yuelian, still choking her neck.

“I wonder where Miss He offended Team Yang.” Zheng Yijing looked at He Yuelian, who was almost suffocating into unconsciousness, and couldn’t help but ask again.

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Yang Jian said, “She has a face that shouldn’t exist, this face shouldn’t appear on a living person. But you’re too insignificant to know my business, and I’m too lazy to explain to you. You all, who came out of nowhere as ghost tamers, are trying to stand up for Boss He?”

“No, no, no, Team Yang misunderstood. Boss He and I are friends. I came over today after hearing about some misunderstanding between him and Team Yang, intending to mediate and resolve any misunderstandings to maintain harmony. Team Yang is a reasonable person; I think Boss He must have inadvertently offended Team Yang.”

“Team Yang, don’t bicker with ordinary people. Let ordinary people’s matters be resolved by ordinary people, isn’t that the rule that people from headquarters don’t interfere in ordinary affairs?”

This Zheng Yijing, with a face like a wax corpse, was speaking reconciliatory words with a pleasant tone.

No matter how you looked, it felt very incongruous.

It seems Yang Jian indeed has great deterrence, making them, as ghost tamers, dare not act presumptuously.

“So that’s why Boss He conducts business so recklessly, with backing from the supernatural circle. An Entertainment City with cheating and traps, willing to do anything for money, doesn’t even spare my people.” Yang Jian said.

Boss He forced a slight smile and said, “Team Yang, it’s truly a misunderstanding between us. I hope Team Yang can let bygones be bygones.”

“The incident has occurred, it can’t be as if it never happened. Besides, who do you think you are that I should give you face and resolve the misunderstanding? Bringing some random ghost tamers won’t pressure or scare me. Believe me, I can kill all three of them right now.”

Yang Jian’s face was cold, showing not an ounce of goodwill to Boss He.

Hearing this, Zheng Yijing’s expression slightly changed, while Zhang Zhi’s pale face showed a hint of panic, and the last ghost tamer seemed unusual, glaring at Yang Jian with some anger, apparently displeased by his words.

Boss He was both angry and infuriated, but didn’t dare to let it show, only holding it in.

When had he ever been treated like this?

Yang Jian, however, disregarded Boss He’s feelings, and merely said, “Are you guys here to back him up today?”

“Things haven’t worsened to such a degree, and there’s no deep enmity between you and Boss He. You’re meant for big things, this kind of issue isn’t worth your attention. If Team Yang doesn’t mind, I can give you a satisfactory resolution.” Zheng Yijing said.

“From what you say, you’re standing up for Boss He? Good, but your few people aren’t enough. Call some more, maybe then.” Yang Jian said.

At this point, Boss He suppressed his anger and said, “Team Yang, I’ve sincerely apologized to you. If you insist on holding onto this, then it’s meaningless…”

Before he could finish, Zheng Yijing immediately interrupted and then said, “How about this, Team Yang? Today, I will gamble with you on Boss He’s fortune and life. If I win, you’ll act as if nothing happened before. If I lose, you won’t have to say more. I will offer Boss He’s fortune and life to you. What do you think?”

He didn’t dare to turn against Yang Jian, for the risk of confronting Yang Jian was too high. So he retreated and sought a chance to win against Yang Jian.

“I want Boss He dead; he won’t live past tonight. His fortune and life are already in my hands. Why should I gamble with you?” Yang Jian said calmly.

“Including her? You’re quite interested in her, right?” Zheng Yijing pointed to the fainted He Yuelian.

Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly, and he casually tossed her out.

Zheng Yijing immediately caught her, and the fainted He Yuelian coughed a couple of times before regaining consciousness. She was still in shock, not quite understanding the situation.

“I have free time anyway, I’ll play with you.” Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

“Thank you, Team Yang.” Zheng Yijing slowly exhaled a breath, squeezing out a slight smile.

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