Where Did Your Dad Come From?

Yang Jian searched the website and quickly found a classification of vengeful ghost levels.

Upon opening it, he saw a line of text: "Based on the level of threat vengeful ghosts pose to the world, governments have classified ghosts into the following levels."

Note: This does not represent the terrifying nature of the vengeful ghosts.

C-class: Restricted.

Vengeful ghosts confined to a specific area, posing a threat to fewer than one hundred people, can be contained and restricted by ghost wielders. They are not contagious.

B-class: Dangerous.

Vengeful ghosts that have gained the ability to move around. They are very dangerous but pose a threat to fewer than ten thousand people. They cannot be contained but can still be restricted by ghost wielders. They have a certain degree of spread.

A-class: Catastrophic.

If left unchecked, they possess the ability to kill the population of a city within a certain timeframe. They are extremely terrifying and currently cannot be restricted or contained. They have a considerable degree of spread.

S-class: World-ending.

They possess the ability to destroy the population of several cities. If not contained, they could even destroy a country.

"Classifying vengeful ghosts based on their threat to humans doesn't represent their terrifying nature," Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly as he understood the meaning of the levels.

Whether it was a C-class or an A-class vengeful ghost, their terrifying nature might be similar, but the C-class vengeful ghost's threat to people wasn't significant enough, so its level couldn't be raised.

"The so-called levels are only for reference and are not very useful."

Yang Jian shook his head, not taking the levels on the website too seriously. These were disaster classification levels set by various countries. If you actually encountered a ghost, you'd still die.

What difference did it make if he died alone or if a hundred people died?

It was all death.

Yang Jian continued to browse other information.

Suddenly, a special ranking caught his attention.

"Global Vengeful Ghost Terror Ranking."

"They've even created a ranking. These foreigners are really something. Why don't they make a ranking for female ghosts? See which female ghost is more beautiful and sexier. It would be even better if they had a bikini runway show," Yang Jian muttered to himself. He opened it and his eyelids immediately twitched.

His expression instantly turned serious.

Global Vengeful Ghost Terror Ranking - First Place:

Codename: Ghost Call.

Characteristics: As soon as the phone rings, death is certain, regardless of whether you answer or not, whether you hear it, or whether you have a phone nearby. It kills indiscriminately worldwide. It has no physical characteristics, similar to a causal strike. It is currently unsolvable. Fortunately, one Ghost Call only kills one person. Currently defined as B-class.

Note: A foreign president has died from Ghost Call.

"This is even possible," Yang Jian was stunned after reading it.

This was too unsolvable. The moment the phone rang, someone died. It was like a death knell, and it didn't matter if the phone was nearby or not. Even if you were deaf and couldn't hear it, you would still die.

Global Vengeful Ghost Terror Ranking - Second Place:

Codename: Nightmare.

Characteristics: People die in their sleep. The pattern of its killing actions is currently unknown, as is its spread. It has no physical characteristics and kills indiscriminately worldwide. It has a record of killing 351 people at once. Currently defined as A-class.

Note: Avoiding sleep can prevent encountering Nightmare.

Global Vengeful Ghost Terror Ranking - Third Place:

Codename: Ghost Eats People.

Characteristics:

Looking at the vengeful ghost ranking, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

"Kills indiscriminately worldwide."

These words made his scalp tingle.

No defense, no escape, not even a warning. As long as you encountered it, you would undoubtedly die. It didn't matter if you were a billionaire, a destitute beggar, or even the president of a country; everyone was under the threat of vengeful ghosts.

Anyone in the world who knew about its existence would surely be in a state of panic.

"However, with such a large global population, the chance of actually encountering a ghost from this ranking is relatively small. If you do encounter one and get killed by a ghost, you can only blame your bad luck." After a brief moment of shock, Yang Jian quickly regained his composure.

"I'm going to the restroom, I'll continue looking when I get back."

After browsing for a full hour, Yang Jian got up and left the computer.

"Dad, why aren't you turning on the lights while reading the newspaper? Be careful not to hurt your eyes."

He walked into the living room and saw that the lights were off.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, holding a newspaper to block his face, as if he had blended into the surrounding darkness. He was engrossed in reading the news and didn't respond to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't pay much attention. After using the restroom, he continued to go online.

He needed to understand what had happened in this world in the shortest possible time and then find a way to survive.

The parchment said he wouldn't live past three months.

However, he didn't believe that becoming a ghost wielder meant there was no way to survive.

Before, when I was at school, Fang Jing said he had a method for ghost wielders to avoid dying from vengeful ghost resurgence.

It's just that Fang Jing is dead.

The content on the parchment has also been rewritten. Yang Jian doesn't know what this method is, but he believes a way to survive must exist.

"While searching for a way to survive, I also need to prepare for the worst-case scenario," Yang Jian thought to himself.

The power of ghosts can affect all matter, but there is one exception: gold.

Signed: Bruce Pi.

A paper appeared before his eyes.

Yang Jian opened it and continued to browse, but at this moment, a phone next to him rang.

He turned his head to look.

It was Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning phone.

"Hello, who is it?"

Yang Jian answered the call, continuing to read the paper.

"You dare to lie to me. Your name isn't Zhang Wei at all, it's Yang Jian. You're from Meishan Village, Yang Town, Dachang City, a certain province. Born on January 1st, you're currently nineteen, or twenty by traditional reckoning."

Liu Xiaoyu's voice came from the other end of the phone, gritting her teeth.

Yang Jian wasn't surprised. He said, "So you've found Zhang Wei and investigated? Your efficiency is average. I thought you would have discovered this six hours ago. Don't misunderstand, how could I believe a stranger's call from the start? What if it was a phone scam? Giving you false information was also for my own safety."

"How much time and energy has been wasted because of your single lie?"

Liu Xiaoyu said, "I'm seriously warning you, you absolutely must not do this again next time. We have many incidents to handle every day, and our tasks are heavy. If everyone were like you, how could we carry out our work?"

"Even so, I'm not part of the ghost wielder organization, so you don't have jurisdiction over me," Yang Jian said indifferently.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in the living room walked in and sat on the bed next to Yang Jian. He didn't say a word, holding a newspaper in his hand and looking down at it.

"Dad, is something wrong?" Yang Jian asked.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but Liu Xiaoyu from the phone asked, "Who are you talking to? You should keep matters like this confidential and not tell unrelated people to avoid causing panic. I should explain the confidentiality regulations to you."

"I'm talking to my dad. We'll end it here for today. Let's talk again next time. I'm very busy." Yang Jian was about to hang up.

"Wait, wait."

Suddenly, Liu Xiaoyu's voice rose a bit, sounding surprised. "Your dad? What's happening over there? I have your file right next to me. I can see all your information from birth to high school. Where did you get a dad from? Your dad died in a car accident when you were in the fifth grade of elementary school. Your guardian is your mother."

"And there's no record of your mother remarrying."

"This means you've been in a single-parent family since elementary school."

Yang Jian said, "What nonsense are you talking about? My dad is sitting right next to me reading the newspaper."

After saying that, he turned his head.

The middle-aged man sitting on the bed next to him was motionless. His arm was raised, holding the newspaper to cover his face, making his features indistinguishable. The lights in the living room and bedroom were not on, and apart from the light from the computer monitor, the rest of the area was dim. In such dim light, it was impossible to see the words on the newspaper clearly.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Yang Jian reached out, intending to move the newspaper away.

But then he suddenly saw a black and white portrait of a middle-aged man hanging on a cabinet in the room.

Instantly, his hand froze.

"Yang Jian, something must have happened over there. Quickly, quickly leave your residence."

Liu Xiaoyu's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.