Ning Rongrong had already rushed to the bedroom door, spreading her arms to throw herself at the man.
"Dad, I was so scared! That old man was terrifying!"
Just as her hands were about to touch the man.
A pale hand suddenly shot out from the side and clamped down on Ning Rongrong's shoulder!
Yang Jian's icy face appeared in Ning Rongrong's line of sight.
With a low shout, Yang Jian instantly enveloped Ning Rongrong in the red light of his three-layer Ghost Domain.
"Let go of me! What are you doing?"
Ning Rongrong struggled desperately, sobbing, "That's my dad! I don't know how he got here, but he'd never hurt me!"
She had endured too much terror that day. The instant she saw family, all her mental defenses collapsed, leaving her wanting nothing but to hide in that warm embrace.
Yang Jian remained expressionless. His scarlet Ghost Eyes stared fixedly at the man holding the newspaper, his voice utterly cold.
"Take a good look. Would your father show up in my home?"
"Would your father sit on my bed with a newspaper meant for the dead covering his face?"
Ning Rongrong froze.
Under Yang Jian's icy questioning, a trace of clarity finally emerged in her mind, which paranormal power had muddled.
She stared blankly at the man.
That was right!
This was a new world, and this was Yang Jian's home.
How could her dad cross dimensions and silently take a seat in Yang Jian's bedroom?
"What's wrong with me?" Ning Rongrong trembled violently, tears clinging to her face, looking utterly helpless.
"Your memories have been altered."
Yang Jian spoke coldly, but inwardly, he felt a surge of lingering fear.
Fortunately, a month earlier, Lin Cheng had specifically instructed him not to return home until he had gained control of the Ghost Dream.
If the Ghost Dream's roar in his mind hadn't forcibly shattered the invading paranormal power just now.
Even he might have unwittingly mistaken the monster before him for someone dear to him.
This ghost actually had the power to alter the minds of the living!
Yang Jian said, "Bite him to death!"
The Fierce Dog poked its head out again and lunged at the man on the bed!
This was an attack on the paranormal level!
The previously motionless man's body suddenly shuddered the instant the Fierce Dog pounced on him.
The yellow newspaper covering his face actually let out a series of piercing screams!
The newspaper shook violently in the man's hands, trying to cover the Fierce Dog.
But the Ghost Dream's power came from deep within the consciousness, exerting paranormal suppression on a higher level.
The two forces clashed fiercely on the level of consciousness, and the coverings on the surrounding walls curled and blackened.
A cold gleam flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. In a blur, he appeared directly in front of the man.
His three-layer Ghost Domain expanded to its limit, its scarlet light forcibly severing the connection between the newspaper and the man.
Yang Jian reached out with his pale hand and yanked hard!
He tore the yellowed Ghost Newspaper free.
The instant the newspaper was gone, the man's face was fully exposed.
There were no facial features at all!
Only a sheet of deathly gray skin, smooth as a mirror!
At the sight, Ning Rongrong's stomach churned. She collapsed onto the floor and began dry-heaving.
This was the thing she had just called Dad?
Yang Jian moved swiftly, pulling a specially made gold box from behind his back.
The instant the Ghost Newspaper tried to strike back, he forcefully stuffed it inside.
The box locked shut.
Most of the suffocating chill around them instantly dissipated.
Ning Rongrong sat on the floor, gasping for breath.
As the Ghost Newspaper was contained, her altered memories receded like a tide, and her true understanding regained control.
She remembered everything.
She remembered that she was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and that the Sky Screen had brought her to this hell.
She looked in terror at the stiff, featureless corpse before her, then at Yang Jian.
"I'm sorry." Ning Rongrong's voice trembled.
Yang Jian ignored her apology. He turned and walked toward the living room, his tone still indifferent.
"If you're going to keep acting like this, leave the Paranormal Forum."
Yang Jian stopped and turned his head, his Ghost Eyes staring coldly at her.
"There's nothing wrong with being an ordinary person. At least you won't die thinking you're in your family's arms."
Ning Rongrong went rigid.
Watching Yang Jian's indifferent back, she felt an unprecedented sense of defeat well up within her.
On the Douluo Continent, she was a little princess adored by everyone.
Here, she had become a burden who couldn't even distinguish truth from falsehood.
"No!" Ning Rongrong abruptly stood, forcing down her terror, her gaze firmer than ever.
"I'm going with you!"
"I won't be fooled again! I want to become stronger and take my newfound opportunities back home!"
Yang Jian ignored her bold declarations and walked straight outside.
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and followed close behind.
She thought silently, Following Yang Jian was the right choice after all. The Sheepskin Paper didn't lie to me. Only he can uncover these seemingly impossible rules.
And yet.
From beginning to end, Ning Rongrong had forgotten the most important thing.
If she hadn't followed Yang Jian home, she would never have encountered the Ghost Newspaper incident at all.
Naturally, she would never have faced that crisis that had nearly killed her.
Yang Jian reached the doorway, and his Ghost Domain expanded slightly into the ground.
Wrapped in red light, the stiff, faceless man in the bedroom was silently transported deep underground, buried for good.
"Let's go." Yang Jian pushed open the door.
Ning Rongrong followed behind him, tightly clutching the Soul Tool containing the Sheepskin Paper.
What she didn't know was that a new line of bloody writing was slowly appearing on the yellowed paper.
[She has begun to rely on Yang Jian. Good, she is losing her own judgment...]
Outside the Paranormal Forum Tower in Dachang City.
Ye Zhen watched Yang Jian take Ning Rongrong away and pursed his lips, looking rather bored.
He turned toward Zhang Wei, who was squatting on the ground examining the gold floor tiles.
"Bro Wei, stop staring. The Forum has plenty of those."
Ye Zhen planted one hand on his hip and pointed at the sky with the other, his voice once again brimming with confidence.
"Little Yang has his own path to follow. I shall take you to the Paranormal Forum's Dahai City branch."
"I just performed a divination and discovered a ghost whose aura is exceptionally compatible with yours. It's practically tailor-made for you!"
Zhang Wei snapped his head up, his eyes as wide as saucers.
"Holy shit, bro! Am I going to become one of those superpowered guys who can turn their eyes red and shoot out golden light too? Does that mean when I go back to school, I can teleport anyone who pisses me off straight into the girls' bathroom?"
"Superpowers? How could such lowly things compare to us ghost handlers?"
Ye Zhen snorted disdainfully, then lowered his voice and spoke in a mysterious tone.
"It's an extremely rare ghost. Once you control it, you'll be invincible! What do we call that? A protagonist halo!"
Zhang Wei was practically drooling as he listened. "A protagonist halo? That's great! That's badass! Hurry up and take me there, bro!"
"Off we go!"
Ye Zhen shouted, and golden light instantly burst from his body, like a blazing sun rising inside the lobby.
In the blink of an eye, both figures vanished without a trace.
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