Chapter 1580 - 1543: Conversation and the Door

When facing Luo Wensong’s sudden attack, Yang Jian’s response was extremely swift. While countering the fatal supernatural curse, he not only forcefully resolved the crisis but also fought back.

The peak supernatural clash between the two was perilous and deadly.

At this moment, Yang Jian grabbed Luo Wensong’s throat with his ghost hand imbued with the supernatural power from a bus. This kind of supernatural power was enough to silence a terrifying ghost.

“Nice counterattack.” Yet at this moment, Luo Wensong still squinted his eyes with a smile.

There was a strong sense of danger within that smile.

Yang Jian’s pupils moved slightly; he felt his ghost hand was somewhat stiff at this moment. Clearly, he managed to grasp Luo Wensong, but when he wanted to exert force again, his hand seemed unresponsive.

At this time, he saw patches of dark brown corpse spots appearing on the back of his hand, and spreading towards his arm, while his complexion turned a bit grim.

What seemed like a simple touch was actually Luo Wensong using the fatal supernatural overlay to counter the bus’s supernatural force, and even had enough energy left to let the terrifying corpse spots erode Yang Jian.

“If this is all you can manage today, you are not my opponent.” Yang Jian’s eyes flickered, emitting a crimson light.

At this moment, his ghost hand exuded bright red and sticky blood, which covered the back of his hand and erased those terrifying corpse spots. The slightly stiff hand also regained its freedom, and upon recovery, he fiercely exerted force, determined to crush Luo Wensong’s throat.

“Young man, don’t boast.”

Luo Wensong, at this point, also sensed the emergence of another supernatural power within Yang Jian’s body. He reacted quickly and launched a counterattack, raising his slightly gaunt hand and extending two fingers to point at Yang Jian’s forehead.

Such a movement was akin to knocking on a door leading to a fatal supernatural realm.

However, Yang Jian neither dodged nor avoided, surrounded by red light. He entered a reboot state, intending to use the ghost eye’s reboot to dodge Luo Wensong’s fatal supernatural curse, while his ghost hand aimed to kill the troublesome soul in front of him.

The two clashed again.

Each endured the other’s supernatural assault, waiting to see who couldn’t withstand it and vanished.

“Crack!”

Accompanied by a crisp sound of bones cracking, Yang Jian’s body staggered back involuntarily for several steps but soon steadied his posture, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

At this moment.

A menacing gash opened on Yang Jian’s forehead, oozing crimson, sticky blood uncontrollably.

Though wounded, he was still alive.

This meant he withstood Luo Wensong’s fatal supernatural assault.

On the other hand, Luo Wensong’s condition seemed worse; although he stood still, a crimson handprint marred his throat, deeply penetrated into the flesh, even twisting his entire neck, causing his head to tilt.

“You’ve lost, Luo Wensong.”

Yang Jian stepped forward aggressively again, his body still radiating red light, but the wound on his forehead had vanished. Then he reached out to grip a red spear that seemingly appeared out of thin air into his hand.

Luo Wensong’s body swayed, trying to move, but the red handprint on his neck held him down, causing him to stumble.

Meanwhile, the Soul Summoning Incense representing his time in the world had only a small segment left.

The brief confrontation had greatly consumed Luo Wensong’s soul summoning time.

“Truly, an impressive youngster, such a beautiful counter.” Luo Wensong still squinted his eyes with a smile.

He had to admit, in the recent clash, he was slightly inferior.

It’s not that the fatal curse was not terrifying, but Yang Jian cleverly countered it with his own supernatural powers. The burning Ghost Flame blocked most of the fatal curse from turning off the light, while the surrounding Blood Lake intercepted most of the fatal curse from opening the door; the remaining curse was insufficient to kill him.

It was due to this self-confidence that Yang Jian dared to counterattack despite the remaining fatal curse hanging over him.

Even though in the final clash, Luo Wensong utilized the Door Knocking Ghost’s fatal supernatural overlay, Yang Jian entered a reboot state, forcefully avoiding it.

At this moment, as Yang Jian attacked again, Luo Wensong was already in a passive position.

He no longer struck back.

Because Luo Wensong knew very well, he couldn’t win.

Perhaps with another attempt, fully prepared, pushing the fatal curse to its limit, he might instantly eliminate Yang Jian; however, the supernatural realm doesn’t allow such ifs. One loss signifies death; fate won’t give you a second chance.

The rusted Firewood Knife swung down indifferently, seemingly intending to split Luo Wensong in half.

Yet, the Firewood Knife halted abruptly in front of Luo Wensong’s forehead.

“Why not counterattack?” Yang Jian’s hand stopped, asking coldly.

Luo Wensong squinted his eyes and said, “I am already a deceased soul; attacking won’t change the outcome. Besides, I can’t beat you, even if given another segment of incense time.”

In a confrontation between top ghost wielders, victory and defeat lie within a move or two; it’s impossible to battle for days and nights.

“You’re right; I indeed cannot weigh you up; you, young man, still have cards not yet played,” Luo Wensong continued.

Yang Jian stared at him, saying, “Your fatal curse hasn’t reached its ultimate overlay, and the Ghost Domain hasn’t been used. You still have a chance to take me down; giving up now seems unfortunate.”

“You understand my abilities well. Since you understand, you should know how to block my fatal curse and Ghost Domain. Moreover, before a young man like you, how can I manage to overlay the fatal curse to its peak? Otherwise, you wouldn’t counter while enduring part of the curse,” Luo Wensong said with a grin.

There was a hint of admiration in his words.

Because after one exchange, it’s clear that this young man named Yang Jian has reached this stage through countless trials and not merely due to luck.

“Since you concede defeat, then have a peaceful passage without causing trouble.” Yang Jian also reclaimed the red spear.

He didn’t eliminate this troubled soul.

Anyway, Luo Wensong’s time remaining is only a brief moment; kill or not, it makes little difference.

“With someone like you in this era, I can indeed have a peaceful passage. But before I depart, I need to say a few words,” Luo Wensong said with a smile.

Although he still retained a dangerous demeanor, he seemed less malicious.

It appears that his earlier move was genuinely to test Yang Jian, or perhaps losing to Yang Jian changed his attitude.

Yang Jian said, “What else do you want to know? Want to ask about your son and grandson? Your son died young even though he was old. Your grandson, Luo Yong, is still alive but a bit poor, doing construction work. However, I treated him to a meal and gave him a house and some money. He won’t become rich, but he won’t starve either. You can rest in peace now.”

Luo Wensong had a strange expression: “I really didn’t expect you to have met my grandson.”

“After you died, the malevolent ghost you became turned into the Door Knocking Ghost, wandering everywhere and causing supernatural events. I found your grandson after an investigation; he resembles you quite a bit,” Yang Jian said.

“In that case, I must thank you,” Luo Wensong said with an unusual sincerity.

Because Yang Jian genuinely helped his descendants without knowing the truth.

As a person from the Republic of China period, Luo Wensong valued the inheritance of future generations even if he didn’t have much affection for them.

He just didn’t expect his grandson to be struggling so, doing hard labor; back in the Republic, that would have been akin to being a laborer.

“No need to thank me, it was just a casual gesture. I’m a top ghost-wielder of this era, I can’t even spend all my money,” Yang Jian said.

Luo Wensong said, “I didn’t expect there to be such a connection between us, so I’ll say a few more words. You said before that I turned into a malevolent ghost after I died? And you called the ghost I became the Door Knocking Ghost?”

“Yes.” Yang Jian’s eyes slightly moved, “You didn’t know? It looks like this Soul Summoning only called back your middle-aged soul, without subsequent memories. That’s quite unbelievable.”

Luo Wensong squinted his eyes and said, “I don’t have much time, so I won’t respond to trivial matters. Since you called me posthumously the Door Knocking Ghost, I must have been wandering around aimlessly knocking on doors and killing people.”

“It seems you’re quite clear about your situation after death.” Yang Jian said.

“Naturally, if I were to die, I would certainly dissect my own supernatural parts. But why was only the Door Knocking supernatural power left?” Luo Wensong asked.

“Corpse spots, Ghost Domain, and the inevitability of death when knocking—there are three supernatural elements on you after you die, not just one,” Yang Jian glanced at him and said.

Luo Wensong laughed with squinted eyes: “I mostly didn’t dissect thoroughly enough. The actual purpose of leaving the Door Knocking supernatural power was to knock on that special door.”

“What door?” Yang Jian’s eyes flickered, instantly intrigued.

The Door Knocking Ghost, a malevolent ghost resurrected after death, wandering and killing by knocking on doors, was actually searching for and attempting to knock on a particular door?

“A door connecting reality and the supernatural realm,” Luo Wensong said.

Yang Jian asked, “The Ghost Gate?”

He remembered Li Yang had an old red wooden door, which, when opened, connects to an unknown dark place, where those who enter would get lost.

But if used properly, it could lead to any corner of this world through the door.

“What is this Ghost Gate you’re talking about?” Luo Wensong asked.

Yang Jian then waved, the Ghost Domain transformed, and the image of the Ghost Gate appeared.

Luo Wensong squinted his eyes: “It’s this door, yet not completely.”

“You’re talking nonsense,” Yang Jian unceremoniously said.

Luo Wensong wasn’t angry and continued, “This door was once dismantled because it absorbed some of the supernatural and had a possibility of going out of control. The door I want to knock on is a new one.”

“The door is in a Republic Era ancient house, I don’t know if it still exists, but I know the approximate location.”

“Where is it?” Yang Jian asked.

“Dachang City,” Luo Wensong said with a smile.

Dachang City, Republic Era ancient house, a door…

Linking these clues together, Yang Jian immediately realized what Luo Wensong was referring to.

Isn’t that Guanjiang Residential Complex, where Wang Shanshan currently lives, with the third door made of gold?

“I know that place, it’s sealed with gold to block the supernatural. Knocking on that door will be useless,” Yang Jian said, “The Ghost Gate was a former door, the Golden Door is the current one. What’s behind the door?”

“Stop talking nonsense, the incense is burning out.”

Finally, he reminded him of the time.

Luo Wensong still spoke leisurely: “It’s a passage, a passage leading to the supernatural realm. Since you’ve wielded the supernatural power of the bus, you must have been to that Supernatural World. The Supernatural World and the real world are connected; that door is the point connecting the two worlds.”

“A passage connecting reality and the supernatural?” Yang Jian frowned.

No wonder the third door needed to be sealed with gold.

This is just like the golden door he left at the Kaiser Hotel.

Luo Wensong continued, “You should be very familiar with the Ghost Domain. No matter how perfect it is, there’s always a point, a point that connects to reality, which gives people the chance to walk out of the Ghost Domain.”

“If we find a door leading to the Supernatural World in reality, it means we’ve found a point to walk out of the Ghost Domain. Then the question is, which side is actually the Ghost Domain, and which side is reality? Is it that the malevolent ghosts exist in a vast Ghost Domain world, or are we living in a vast Ghost Domain world?”

“Is the resurrection of malevolent ghosts indicative of the Ghost Domain failing?”

“People used to say that the world of yin and the world of yang are separated, but we can’t distinguish where the underworld is and where the overworld is.”

“Can you tell the difference?”

Luo Wensong sighed softly after speaking and then looked at Yang Jian again.

Yang Jian furrowed his brows, thought briefly, and then said, “Whether I can tell or not is not important.”

“I intend to end the supernatural era. Wherever I am, that’s the overworld.”

“What a confident young man,” Luo Wensong smiled with squinted eyes.

Then his smile suddenly froze, and his body began to quickly dissipate, ultimately turning into a cloud of green smoke.

At this moment, the Soul Summoning Incense had unknowingly burned out, leaving only a faint ember.

Yet Luo Wensong wasn’t regretful, although he wanted to communicate further, this much was enough.

He could set off on his journey at ease…

The remaining thoughts dispersed, and all supernatural phenomena vanished.

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