Hanging Suicide

An unfinished passageway leads directly to the basement of a bare villa.

The surrounding area was littered with scattered building materials.

Below this unassuming villa lies a hastily constructed safe house.

A room built of gold and steel plates and cement, though small, could barely accommodate nineteen people.

The list of nineteen names has now been confirmed. Zhang Xiangui, along with several family members, has begun to enter the safe house one after another. In addition to his family, there are Zhang Han's family members, two special security personnel, Wang Xiaoming, Jiang Yan, and others.

"Zhang Wei, come here for a second. Keep this for me. If I die this time, give it to Wang Xiaoming." Yang Jian whispered as he shoved the box containing the human skin paper into Zhang Wei's hand.

"What is this?" Zhang Wei was taken aback.

Yang Jian, "You've seen it before, that piece of paper with a human skin on it at school last time."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Wei nodded quite solemnly.

Yang Jian, "If you're unsure whether I'm dead or not, give this to him on the ninth day after you enter the safe house. If I'm alive, I'll come back."

"This is the key to my family's villa in the city center; you know where it is." Zhang Wei handed over a key. "There are only a few of us left in the class, so please don't die! I still want to play PUBG with you sometime."

"I'll try my best, I'm leaving now."

Yang Jian accepted the keys and then drove away from Guangjiang Residential Area in a pickup truck belonging to Zhang Xiangui's company.

He didn't intend to do something so dangerous here; otherwise, if it failed, everyone in the entire neighborhood would die. So he planned to go to Zhang Wei's old home in the city center to carry it out.

It's a place where you can be sure no one is around, and it's quiet enough that no one will bother you.

"Yang Jian, he's gone."

In a high-rise building in the residential complex, Wang Bin and his family stood at the window watching the headlights of Yang Jian's departing car.

"We really should have asked Shanshan to ask Yang Jian for a few spots. They've all gone into the safe house, but our family is still outside. It's so unfair!" Wang Haiyan said with some regret.

Wang Bin said, "We're not qualified. Didn't you see who those people entering the safe house are? Billionaires worth billions, the builders of the safe houses, internationally renowned professors, nationally protected talents, and Ghost Tamer like Yang Jian."

"How can ordinary people like us get involved? We're lucky to even be allowed to stay in the community."

"How could Jiang Yan get in? Isn't it because she hooked up with Yang Jian? Our Shanshan is no worse than her," Wang Haiyan said.

Wang Shanshan, her face cold and her skin pale, said, "If he dies, I will die too. I don't need to go into the safe house."

"If we're going to die, our whole family will die together. If we really have to ask Shanshan to beg Yang Jian for a spot, who will get in?" Wang Bin sighed.

However, they weren't the only ones left outside the community. Many of Zhang Xiangui's relatives were also left outside. Zhang Han only picked a newborn child from one family and brought him inside. Yang Jian only gave three slots to so many important government officials in Dachang City.

Two of the spots are reserved for two highly determined and skilled special personnel.

The reason for bringing two special agents in was not only to protect Wang Xiaoming, but also to maintain security at the safe house.

In short, both sides made sacrifices.

And at this moment, they are in the villa.

The lights were off, leaving only Zhang Liqin in the empty building.

She stood at the door watching Yang Jian leave, stunned for a long time, her eyes filled with worry and confusion.

It seems that after Yang Jian left, she no longer knew what to do.

Unbeknownst to her, Zhang Liqin had relied on this man far too many times. Deep down, she regarded Yang Jian as the only ray of light in her despair, just like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, no one is willing to let go.

It had nothing to do with feelings; it was simply her biological survival instinct that drove her to make that decision.

Jiang Yan was probably the same way.

For this operation Yang Jian only brought the ghost rope and the ghost mirror from the back of the pickup truck.

This was a desperate gamble from the start. Yang Jian had even risked everything on the human skin paper. If he died, it would fall into Wang Xiaoming's hands. With his intelligence, Wang Xiaoming might be able to extract more useful information from it. However, it was certain that Wang Xiaoming would be even more aggressive and daring in his use of the human skin paper.

But this kind of thing has nothing to do with Yang Jian right now.

On the road, the vehicle jolted and knocked several terrifying figures flying.

But Yang Jian remained expressionless, showing no intention of stopping. He even heard some people's desperate cries for help, but ignored them completely, not even glancing at them.

Soon, he arrived at this quiet and luxurious residential area.

The vehicle drove directly into Zhang Wei's yard, smashing the gate open.

Yang Jian got out of the car, lifted the Ghost Mirror out of the carriage, and walked into the house.

The ghost mirror was covered with a black cloth and was opaque. He placed the mirror in an empty room on the second floor of Zhang Wei's house and positioned it against the wall to prevent it from being accidentally knocked over.

Then they moved another cabinet over and placed a fully charged phone there. Because the phone's camera has night vision, although the view wasn't very clear, Yang Jian and everything else in the room could still be seen.

The phone connection was successful.

Now.

Inside the safe house, Wang Xiaoming sat on the floor against the wall. He felt a vibration from his phone, his expression immediately hardened, and he looked down.

He saw Yang Jian's figure in an empty room. The camera was shaking, as if it was adjusting the angle. After the camera was adjusted, he saw a mirror.

The mirror, in the style of the Republican Era, was covered by a black cloth, revealing only some of its frame.

"What exactly do you want to do?" he wondered to himself.

Yang Jian only felt relieved after placing the phone properly and making sure the camera wouldn't overlap with the mirror.

He drew the curtains, moved all other unrelated items out of the room, and then closed the door and locked it.

Sitting in front of the ghost mirror covered by a black cloth, Yang Jian remained silent for a long time before finally taking out an object wrapped in gold foil from his pocket.

Inside was an old straw rope.

This is the Ghost Rope obtained from Wang Yue. Ordinary people can no longer control it because it is already in a state of resurgence.

However, compared to other ghosts, this ghost rope is not particularly difficult to deal with. As long as it is restrained in time, it will not cause great harm. But if left unchecked, this ghost rope may be able to hang the people of an entire city.

Instead of immediately untying the gold foil wrapped around the ghost rope, he first tied one end of the object to the chandelier in the room.

I tested the weight, and it's okay.

Zhang Wei's house was renovated to a high standard; it shouldn't fall down.

Next, Yang Jian put the other end of the rope around his neck to make sure he would be the first target of this ghost rope. Otherwise, it would be awkward if the thing got released and escaped.

"The order should be correct," Yang Jian thought to himself, then walked to the ghost mirror again.

The ghost mirror, covered by a black cloth, appears harmless.

But only Yang Jian knew just how sinister this thing was.

It possesses the ability to bring the dead back to life, but in return, it releases an unknown level of ghost from within the Ghost Mirror.

As something suspected to have been left behind by Ghost Tamer a hundred years ago, its appearance in the modern era raises questions about its significance.

Although he was nervous, Yang Jian did not back down.

Having come this far, we have no choice but to grit our teeth and keep going.

He made an OK sign at the phone camera and then extended his finger to prepare for the countdown.

"Three!"

"Yang Jian wanted to hang himself?"

Wang Xiaoming watched Yang Jian's series of strange movements, and when he put the thing that looked like a rope over his head, even the most burly person would understand what he was about to do.

"No, it wasn't a simple suicide. The rope was wrapped in gold foil, which means it belonged to a ghost that was imprisoned. The mirror that you couldn't see was also strange; it was definitely not an ordinary mirror, otherwise Yang Jian wouldn't have deliberately placed it in front of you."

"Is that mirror a ghost? It doesn't seem like it. Yang Jian didn't imprison the mirror, and it remained quiet throughout."

Completely unaware of all this, even the cleverest Wang Xiaoming couldn't guess what Yang Jian was planning.

If it were just a simple suicide by hanging, there would be no need to prepare so much.

"Two!"

Yang Jian then made another hand gesture.

However, at this moment, he paused for a moment, as if his satellite positioning phone had rung.

"Yang Jian, it's me, Liu Xiaoyu. Your operation has been approved. Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua said that the state will bear all the consequences, whether your operation succeeds or fails. You can do it without any pressure. By the way, do you need to call your mother? I can connect you anytime." Liu Xiaoyu's voice came through the phone.

"I understand. Tell my mom I'm fine. Also, don't call me again without my permission after this call ended. A phone call might kill me."

Yang Jian lowered his voice, because he wasn't sure if there were any third-stage Ghost Infant around.

"Okay, then, I'm entrusting everything in Dachang City to you," Liu Xiaoyu said with a hint of heaviness and respect.

Yang Jian didn't reply to her but hung up the phone directly, then tossed the satellite-guided phone behind him.

"One!"

He gestured the last number towards the camera, then suddenly pulled down the black cloth covering the ghost mirror.

"Come on, let me see if I can crawl out of hell and become a demon."

Yang Jian roared inwardly, his eyes filled with a mad gamble with fate.

When the smooth, bright ghost mirror reflected his entire body.

The terror has officially begun.