Yang Jian returned to the Ping An Hotel. His training plan had barely begun for a day before it was cut short, and he had nearly died at the base. If he had not kept his guard up and brought enough things to save his life, he would already have become part of the Ghost Coffin, unable to come out alive.
As for the ghost heading to the laboratory now, he did not care.
So what if Wang Xiaoming was there? He surely had no shortage of people protecting him, and Yang Jian had already placed a restriction on the ghost.
With that restriction in place, the other Ghost Tamers should be safe.
"Wait. If the ghost now believes it can suppress zero ghosts, then Ghost Tamers are safe because they have at least one ghost under their control. But for ordinary people, it's still a nightmare. There are no ghosts inside ordinary people's bodies. In the ghost's eyes, they might still count as being alone." While showering in the bathroom, Yang Jian thought of another possible consequence of the ghost's change.
That was, from now on, this ghost might stop killing Ghost Tamers and specifically kill people instead.
Perhaps its rules had changed?
A being that could endlessly reset itself and suppress six ghosts without any solution—if it began killing people exclusively, who could withstand it?
"I need to keep an eye on this ghost's movements. I can't just ignore it completely. Otherwise, the consequences it causes won't be any less severe than the Starvation Ghost Incident in Dachang City." Yang Jian frowned. He washed himself twice, then sniffed his body.
The stench of corpses and blood seemed to be gone.
He hated that feeling, because the smell made him feel like a corpse, even more like a ghost.