Yang Jian frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Wei.
He knew Zhang Wei had spent a few days hanging around Ye Zhen, but he had never expected Ye Zhen to actually make Zhang Wei a Ghost Handler.
That lunatic Ye Zhen. Doesn't he know Ghost Handlers have no control over their own fate? Yang Jian cursed inwardly.
Becoming a Ghost Handler meant setting foot on a path of no return, constantly facing the threat of death from evil ghost revival.
Someone with Zhang Wei's personality simply wasn't suited to surviving in this cruel world.
But then Yang Jian remembered the Substitute Death Ghost that Ye Zhen controlled.
That guy with his terminal case of main-character syndrome never seemed to worry about evil ghost revival. All day long, he proclaimed himself the strongest in the world.
"If I'd known, I wouldn't have let him hang around Ye Zhen." Yang Jian sighed helplessly.
He looked at Zhang Wei and asked gravely, "What ghost do you control? Have you felt any physical discomfort?"
As he spoke, the Ghost Eye on Yang Jian's forehead opened a sliver, its crimson light silently enveloping Zhang Wei.
He wanted to use the Ghost Eye to examine the paranormal presence inside Zhang Wei.
But a moment later, Yang Jian realized he couldn't see through him!
When the Ghost Eye's gaze fell on Zhang Wei, an invisible layer of paranormal power actually blocked it!
Yang Jian asked cautiously, "What ghost do you control? Have you felt any discomfort?"
Zhang Wei waved a hand casually and spoke without a care.
"Nah, nothing really."
"Ye Zhen told me it was something that could improve my luck or whatever. I don't know exactly what it is."
Zhang Wei looked completely relaxed, as though he were discussing something utterly trivial.
"But I