Evil Ghost Revival... Letting Go!
The study door was half-open, its candle burning steadily as a faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air.
"Why hadn't Spiritual Vision noticed anything unusual earlier?"
Yang He frowned slightly. Ever since his Spiritual Vision had exceeded 10 points, it could be called unstoppable, yet today he had hit a wall inside the yamen.
He raised his eyes to survey the surroundings, then covered his tiger-striped left eye.
The study reverted to a dilapidated storeroom.
"Looks like I can't act without restraint just because I have Spiritual Vision. Once the tiger stripes spread to my eye, they alter a person's perception through sight."
If Yang He used the Pupil Ghost alongside Spiritual Vision, he probably would not be affected.
Still, it was fortunate that he had not opened the Pupil Ghost. Otherwise, no matter how many times he came to the yamen, he likely would never have found the study.
"Blackie."
Yang He perked up and patted the black cat's rump.
Meow~~
The black cat knowingly crouched before the door, staring at the motionless wooden dummy in the darkness. Its half-ghost, half-cat nature meant it did not need to blink.
The wooden dummy was already on all fours, and at first glance, it was no different from a tiger beast.
"Let's make this quick. I don't want to contain a Chang Ghost. If I end up in the imperial system because of this, I'm afraid I'll be unable to help myself at every turn."
The tiger stripes had already spread to his waist, though they still followed a fairly regular pattern. By the time they covered his entire body, dawn would be breaking. Most likely, the Chang Ghost inside the wooden dummy would burst free then.
Yang He pushed open the door and could feel the study's cold dampness.
He walked to the wooden shelf and took out a book, only to discover that it felt extremely strange. It weighed barely a tenth as much as an ordinary book.
Its title read, "Great Yin Scorching Jade Refinement Method."
Yang He frowned, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.
He hurriedly opened the book, only to find that every page was blank.
"If it's fake, then it can't be real. Did I waste an entire night for nothing?!!"
Yang He covered his left eye, and the book in his hand vanished. The study once again became a storeroom, and the shelf held only useless odds and ends.
Refusing to believe it, he took out book after book and flipped through them. All proved to be illusions, showing that the study itself had been formed from Head Constable Sun's lingering obsession.
Yang He could not help looking disappointed, but it made sense when he thought about it.
Even if the yamen possessed cultivation methods, they would not leave them openly displayed in a study. Head Constable Sun was dead, not stupid.
"I'll have to take it slow, or find a way to pry some information out of Grandmaster Taiyi."
Yang He shook his head slightly and turned to leave the study.
The only consolation was that Head Constable Sun was probably upright by nature. His recruitment of so many Chang Ghost constables was likely an instinctive response to danger.
"Wait. I handled more than a dozen books, so why wasn't there any Inner Elixir Art that Old Man mentioned?"
"Could there be something hidden?"
Yang He hesitated for a moment, then checked the information on each item on the wooden shelf.
Most had once been tools used for the yamen's daily maintenance, but a rolled-up tiger hide was an exception. It seemed his guess had been correct.
Tiger Ghost Skin A yin object derived from a flayed Tiger Ghost. The yin energy it contains has completely dissipated, making it unusable for artifact refinement, but a trace of vitality still remains. Tiger Ghost Skin can be exchanged for 1.9 Spiritual Vision.
Yang He immediately untied the rope binding the Tiger Ghost Skin. Aside from its missing head, the fur was remarkably intact, and it still felt warm to the touch.
Yet no matter how he examined it, it was merely an ordinary yin object.
It could not even be used for artifact refinement, leaving it with no value beyond being exchanged for Spiritual Vision.
Yang He hesitated for a long while, only to see the Tiger Ghost Skin's exchange information change.
Tiger Ghost Skin can be exchanged for 1.8 Spiritual Vision.
"Could the Tiger Ghost Skin be connected to Head Constable Sun? Once its vitality is completely gone, it means even Head Constable Sun's last breath is gone."
Yang He pondered for a long time, but no matter what method he tried, nothing happened.
At that moment, he vaguely heard cheers coming from the market entrance. It seemed there had been new progress in dismembering the century-old Treasure Fish, and the fishy stench was growing ever stronger.
The smell made Yang He nearly retch, and he stopped hesitating.
Although he could come again tomorrow night, given Head Constable Sun's current condition, he would only worsen by the day and might even descend into madness.
Crack.
A sliver of the Pupil Ghost opened on the back of Yang He's hand, guiding the surrounding yin energy to gather.
The Pupil Ghost deeply conveyed its terror, staring resentfully at Yang He. If it had a mouth, it would probably already be spewing curses.
Cold winds blew in gusts from the depths of the yamen.
Yang He watched from afar with Spiritual Vision, ready to withdraw at the slightest abnormality. The Pupil Ghost, meanwhile, trembled as it buried itself between his flesh.
Only the black cat was fearless through ignorance, yawning and stretching lazily.
Yang He's heart pounded like a drum.
However, the disturbance in the depths of the yamen quickly faded, and the surroundings returned to silence.
The facts proved that the Pupil Ghost at the Weak Ghost stage was just a small fry, not threatening in the slightest.
He guided the yin energy into the Tiger Ghost Skin. After absorbing it, the hide began actively drawing in yin energy from outside, and its fur became sleek and lustrous.
Then bloody writing appeared on the Ghost Tiger Skin.
'My name is Sun Qi. Who are you?'
Yang He froze for several breaths, then hurriedly found a brush amid the illusion.
'Head Constable Sun, I am a constable from the Peibai City yamen.'
'My name is Sun Qi. Who are you?'
Yang He thought to himself, This is probably the fragment of intelligence Head Constable Sun has left behind. Tonight isn't the day he awakens, so he has no awareness.
He wrote tentatively, 'Head Constable Sun, what are strange objects?'
'Ghosts also have lifespans. After death, they turn into strange objects.'
Yang He's lips went dry. No wonder strange objects existed in the forms of plants, trees, birds, and beasts, then were consumed by Living People to raise ghosts and cultivate.
'Head Constable Sun, after an Evil Ghost revives, how can one avoid going mad?'
'Let go.'
The two bloody words, "let go," carried an overwhelming resentment that rushed at him.
Yang He flushed with excitement. He had finally touched the tip of the iceberg of the Main World, and Evil Ghost revival was very likely unique to the Main World.
'Head Constable Sun, how does one let go during Evil Ghost revival?'
'Abandon part of your body and merge it with the revived Evil Ghost. If you do not abandon part of your body, the revived Evil Ghost will occupy your entire body.'
'Let go!!!'
Yang He's mouth was dry as he carefully recalled his only two encounters with Evil Ghost revival.
Song Zhi's chest and abdomen had already been occupied by a Hungry Ghost after one revival. At the time, hunger had completely crushed his will, and it was more like the Hungry Ghost was in control.
The coachman had been different.
Yang He had seen with his own eyes that the coachman's right arm was incomplete.
Yet the right arm was not truly missing. It was only because it had already fallen into the First Layer of Hell, becoming a completely ferocious Hungry Ghost.
Though the Hungry Ghost right arm was ravenous, it had little effect on the man himself.
"So this is... letting go."
"The coachman abandoned his right arm, sacrificing part of his body in exchange for control over the Hungry Ghost."
"Song Zhi did not abandon part of his body. As a result, he became the one being devoured by the Hungry Ghost. Most likely... he has already completely turned into a ghost."
Yang He's spine chilled, and sweat instantly soaked his clothes.
"Damn it!"
"Could the century-old Treasure Fish be Song Zhi?!"
"Could some strange objects come from Living People devoured by Evil Ghost revival?"
Yang He believed that strange objects like the Treasure Fish were formed after Hungry Ghosts died.
But the Treasure Fish with human hands and feet definitely was not!!!
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