Chapter 1227 - 1193: The New Lamp

When He Yuelian entered the Hell Apartment, Yang Jian was relatively relaxed, staying in Shangtong Tower, listening to the reports from the past few days.

Zhang Liqin was fulfilling her secretarial duties, holding a notebook: “The people from the Japan Exorcism Club are still here, wanting to meet with President Yang. After rejecting them last time, they don’t seem to have given up.”

Yang Jian sipped his cola while listening to the report: “Why are the people from the Exorcism Club lingering around?”

“They didn’t say, they want to discuss something with President Yang face to face,” Zhang Liqin replied.

Beside her, Jiang Yan, who was filing her nails, sneered: “It can’t be anything good. Those people look sneaky, not decent at all. I think we should just send them away directly.”

“Leaving them hanging isn’t a solution either. Arrange a time to meet them later.”

Yang Jian thought for a moment and said casually.

“Alright, President Yang.”

Zhang Liqin continued, “Doctor Chen’s research has yielded results. He hopes President Yang can spare some time to take a look.”

“Oh, really? Results so soon? It seems people who can work with Wang Xiaoming aren’t ordinary,”

Yang Jian nodded: “I’ll head over to see Doctor Chen later.”

A few days ago, when he left Dachang City, he assigned Doctor Chen a task to study a bottle of Corpse Oil.

It was obtained from a vengeful spirit and possessed certain supernatural abilities. However, since he wasn’t a research expert, he couldn’t utilize it properly, so he handed the task to Doctor Chen and also arranged for Wang Yong to assist with the research. He didn’t expect Doctor Chen to make progress so quickly.

Zhang Liqin then said, “Zhang Wei wants to organize a class reunion and hopes you can set a date.”

“Class reunion?”

Yang Jian showed a trace of reminiscence.

Indeed, it’s been a year since the last class reunion. Although a lot has happened in between, those who survived must continue living.

However, after that event, a few classmates from No. 7 Middle School died, like Zhao Lei and Sun Ren. The remaining ones are Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan, Miao Xiaoshan, and someone named Liu Qi.

“Let Zhang Wei decide about the reunion. If he wants to, he can set the time himself.” Yang Jian said.

After noting it down, Zhang Liqin continued, “Liu Xiaoyu said that headquarters might hold a meeting soon and hopes you can attend.”

“Another meeting?”

Yang Jian frowned: “Although there have been some disagreements with headquarters over certain matters, some extremely important issues still need our attention. Just let Liu Xiaoyu notify me when the meeting is set. Is there anything else? How’s the paranormal incident involving the Black Umbrella? Has it spiraled out of control?”

“Currently, Feng Quan is keeping an eye on it. It hasn’t gone out of control yet,” Zhang Liqin replied.

“And Wang Shanshan? She’s been out of Dachang City for some time with the Ghost Child. Did she mention when she’s coming back?” Yang Jian asked again.

Zhang Liqin answered, “I asked Wang Bin, President Wang. He said Wang Shanshan went to her grandmother’s house and will return in a bit.”

“To her grandmother’s house?”

Yang Jian said, “Going to her grandmother’s house shouldn’t require taking the Ghost Child along. It seems she’s headed to a place rumored for paranormal events, probably taking the Ghost Child just in case. Never mind, if she doesn’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask. If she encounters an unsolvable issue, she’ll naturally get in touch.”

He waved his hand, indicating Zhang Liqin to continue reading.

Zhang Liqin looked at the notebook and continued to read about the past few days, but the rest were trivial matters, like meeting someone, dance invitations, gift deliveries…

“If there’s nothing else, we’ll stop here for today. I’ll make a trip to Doctor Chen’s place.”

Yang Jian finished his cola in one gulp and then stood up.

Jiang Yan blinked and said, “I’ll go with you.”

“No need, you stay here. This matter involves the supernatural and isn’t related to you.”

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he left with large strides.

Shortly after.

He arrived at another floor of Shangtong Tower and met Doctor Chen in the laboratory.

Doctor Chen was chatting with a few assistants. Upon seeing Yang Jian, he stood up immediately.

“Mister Yang.”

“President Yang.”

“…”

Yang Jian gestured and then asked, “Doctor Chen, has the research on the bottle of Corpse Oil concluded?”

Doctor Chen promptly replied, “Yes, it has concluded, Yang Team. Look, this is the supernatural item I made using the characteristics of the Corpse Oil.”

After speaking, he took out a glass box from a nearby safe. Inside the box was an oil lamp crafted from Gold, its shape resembling a gold lotus bud. Despite its exquisite appearance, the lamp was filled with the terrifying Corpse Oil inside.

“An oil lamp?”

Yang Jian asked, “So, this corpse oil only takes effect when ignited?”

“Yes, this corpse oil lamp is very special. It burns for a long time, and when lit, it hardly consumes any oil, almost like an everlasting lamp, very different from the Ghost Candle.”

Doctor Chen, a bit excited, pointed to a small oil lamp in the laboratory.

“That’s an experimental lamp. I lit it three days ago, and it hasn’t gone out yet, nor has the oil level decreased even a bit. This completely defies logic. If it weren’t for supernatural interference, this lamp could probably burn forever.”

Yang Jian looked at the oil lamp in the laboratory.

Unlike the flame from the Ghost Candle, the oil lamp emits a dim, yellowish light once lit, not much different from a regular oil lamp.

“The long burning time isn’t particularly remarkable; the key is its effectiveness in combating the supernatural,” Yang Jian said.

Doctor Chen said, “Although this lamp doesn’t have the ability of the Ghost Candle to ward off ghost attacks, it does have another ability.”

“What ability?” Yang Jian continued to ask.

“When the oil lamp is lit, its light can reveal hidden ghosts.”

Doctor Chen said, “Even some deeply hidden ghosts can be exposed.”

“A good ability.” Yang Jian nodded.

He had encountered some ghosts that existed entirely as curses or mediums, lacking physical form. If this thing can reveal those ghosts, it could provide immense help at critical times.

“No, there’s more than just that.”

Doctor Chen added, “The oil lamp can not only reveal ghosts but also prevent the holder from being detected by them. However, due to limited research time and insufficient experimental data, I can’t be certain if this concealment blocks the ghosts’ perception, disrupts their deadly patterns, or merely hides oneself in a supernatural Ghost Domain…”

Yang Jian pondered, “That’s enough. I will experience the specifics myself in a supernatural event. You did a great job, but I want to know, how many of these lamps have you made?”

“A full bottle of corpse oil, minus some experimental losses, is only enough to make one such lamp. Also, I designed an opening to add lamp oil, so if the oil inside decreases, you can refill it for repeated use,” Doctor Chen said.

Yang Jian opened the box, picked up the golden oil lamp, weighing it in his hand; it indeed felt substantial.

“Only one lamp from a bottle of corpse oil, that’s indeed a bit few.”

“Yang Jian, actually, I considered making more, but I was worried that each lamp would contain too little oil, which might lead to excessive consumption in supernatural events, causing them to extinguish. So I made just one; if you require more, I can split the oil to make several,” Doctor Chen said.

“Your consideration is fine, but make a few more lamps for contingency. Later, when I obtain more corpse oil, I can have several more made. For now, I’ll take this one,” Yang Jian said.

“Of course, this was prepared for you,” Doctor Chen said.

Yang Jian nodded, “You’ve done well this time. I’ll have my secretary transfer two million as a bonus for you later.”

“Thank you, Yang Jian.”

Doctor Chen smiled, visibly pleased.

After all, for them, ordinary people, this isn’t a small sum.

“I have other matters to attend to now, so I won’t stay longer. If you have any other requests or issues, contact my secretary,” Yang Jian said.

“You’re too kind, it’s our privilege to work for you,” Doctor Chen said.

He was sincere, not pretentious.

If he hadn’t been saved by Yang Jian, he might have lost his freedom, and neither his circle of friends nor the headquarters would allow someone researching ghosts to wander outside.

Yang Jian nodded without saying more, then left with the oil lamp.

At this moment, he had some thoughts.

Back at the Ghost Post Office, Sun Rui once had an oil lamp. However, the oil in that lamp was used up while he guarded the first floor of the post office.

Could there be some connection between the two?

Or perhaps Sun Rui’s oil lamp and the one he now held both used the same type of corpse oil.

If true, then the person imprisoning ghosts in the basement of the Da’ao City restaurant must be related to the Ghost Post Office.

“Whether there is a connection to the Ghost Post Office doesn’t matter. What matters is that I now have another useful supernatural tool.”

Yang Jian thought, looking at the exquisite golden oil lamp in his hand.

However, this can’t yet be considered a supernatural item. It’s merely a supernatural tool because the corpse oil inside the lamp is consumable, and once used up, it’s useless.

Looks like I should find time to go to Da’ao City and take all that remaining corpse oil.

Although it’s a bit like stealing, as a captain, Yang Jian has jurisdiction and the right to requisition supernatural items among civilians.

Of course, he must also top the supernatural events when they occur.

Rights and duties are equal.

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