Manager Fei, slumped on the floor, had none of his usual composure or calm left. All that remained in his eyes was fear, along with the inexplicable chill constantly welling up from within him.
Yang Jian.
He knew very well just how significant the man before him was. In his spare time, he had studied Yang Jian's intelligence and files countless times, from his experiences resolving various supernatural incidents to his personal preferences and lifestyle. After all, the better one understood an enemy, the easier it was to formulate a response.
Yet after truly understanding him, Manager Fei had reached one conclusion: Yang Jian was an extremely pure person.
Because he was only a high school student, Yang Jian had not yet entered society. As a result, he had yet to assimilate into it or develop the values commonly recognized by the public.
Profit above all else.
Perhaps he pursued money, but he would not compromise for profit.
And after becoming a Ghost Tamer, the emotions possessed by the living would gradually fade, even eventually disappear.
A person unaffected by profit and unmoved by emotion was both pure and terrifying.
But today, this Yang Jian was standing right in front of him, alive and well, standing in his home. He had even met his wife and child.
Just thinking about it made Manager Fei feel as though he was about to endure a nightmare straight from hell.
Yang Jian wiped his hands as he looked at Manager Fei with a smile. It was merely an expression, devoid of emotion or warmth. It sent an inexplicable shiver through one's heart, like Death itself extending a greeting.
"You're Manager Fei, right?"
It was a calm greeting, yet to Manager Fei, it felt as though it were about to tear him apart alive.