Information Guidance

Feeling emboldened, Yang Jian seized upon the weakness of the human skin paper, which was his only advantage in dealing with this strange thing so far.

If you find yourself in a paranormal situation, this paper doll, exploiting people's survival instincts, often has the upper hand.

This is a dangerous game.

Yang Jian knew that if he lost, his fate might be even worse than Zhao Kaiming's.

But with paranormal events erupting globally, no one's future is secure, and he left this item only to give himself a little more confidence to protect himself.

The notes left by Zhao Lei this time spurred Yang Jian, making him determined not to let that ghost continue to roam outside as Zhao Lei.

That strange thing must be imprisoned.

The conversation continued.

As night fell, the fifth floor outside gradually became dark.

Yang Jian wasn't afraid of the dark; he turned on a lamp and sat at the table alone, seeking answers.

The threat appears to have had an effect.

After a while of calm, the human skin paper gradually began to change again.

A line of text appeared: I didn't know anything about Zhao Lei's situation. By the time I found out, it was too late. His current situation is very special. Although I really wanted to help him, I couldn't do it at the time. I lost track of the ghost's location and couldn't effectively pinpoint its location. But I believe that if I had some time, I might be able to find his location.

Then, three words appeared below this line of text: One month.

Yang Jian's face darkened.

This paper doll is full of nonsense. It wants to wait a month, and after a month, Zhao Lei may have grown to an unknown level and will definitely not be as easy to deal with as he is now.

Keep in mind that the protagonist of the S-class paranormal event, the Ghost Infant, had only been growing for less than two months.

And most importantly, that thing restrained his Ghost Eye; he couldn't use Ghost Domain in front of that red paper.

"Are you trying to stall for time?" Yang Jian stared coldly at the dark brown parchment.

The writing on the parchment gradually began to disappear, and soon all the information was eerily erased, and peace returned once more.

"You don't have enough leverage in negotiations right now. I have completely mastered the headless ghost shadow and used it to control the Ghost Eye. Under these circumstances, the time for the vengeful ghost to revive will be greatly delayed. If nothing unexpected happens, I shouldn't have to worry about the vengeful ghost reviving for the next few years, or even ten years, unless the ghost shadow awakens from its slump again in the meantime."

Yang Jian, "In other words, you're not a necessity to me right now. If you can't demonstrate enough value, I wasn't joking when I threatened to bury you ten thousand meters underground."

Having survived the ordeal of attempting suicide by hanging, he felt he had the right to break free from the need for paper dolls.

Of course, what he didn't know was that his suicide by hanging was also an opportunity for the human skin paper, but he missed it because Yang Jian didn't have it with him at the time.

"Whatever you are, whether you're a carrier of future information or an unknown ghost, I'll give you ten seconds to consider. If I don't get the information I want, then you're worthless to me, and I'll bury you without hesitation." Yang Jian stood up, staring at the human skin paper, displaying considerable dominance.

Once the problem of survival is solved, many seemingly difficult choices can actually be easily resolved.

Therefore, he had the upper hand in this strange negotiation.

Yang Jian glanced at the time on his phone and started counting down.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Five seconds later, the silent parchment reappeared with writing. "When I can't get an answer, perhaps the second room in that Republican era old house can give me everything I want."

A message appeared before Yang Jian.

The second room in the old house?

Yang Jian's gaze immediately sharpened.

I couldn't help but look towards the back of the residential area.

There is a Republican era old house that is being renovated. It is empty inside, with only three rooms.

In the last room, Yang Jian discovered the Ghost Mirror.

This was the key to his survival from the Starvation Ghost Incident, and also a strange item of extraordinary value.

But apart from the ghost mirror in the last room, the first and second rooms also held unknown secrets. At the time, he did not choose to explore them because Yang Jian felt that there might be great horrors hidden there, and if he delved into them without being sure of his abilities, he might be doomed.

Caution is essential.

"Bringing up that second room at this time, aren't you trying to use someone else to do your dirty work?" Yang Jian couldn't help but wonder.

The paper effigy offered no response, plunging into a third period of deathly silence. All notifications and alerts vanished, and no new messages appeared.

"Or is this the limit of information you can currently reveal?"

I waited for a long time but still received no response.

Yang Jian felt that this threat was no longer very effective. The human skin paper was unwilling to reveal more information, perhaps because it had sensed that the premature disclosure of information could not control Yang Jian. Instead, it would allow Yang Jian to use the information to become more powerful and gradually lose control, thus failing to make Yang Jian become particularly dependent on the human skin paper as expected.

"It seems this is all the information I can get. But as a precaution, I'll bury you first. If you really manage to kill me using someone else, you'd better be prepared to be buried for the rest of your life."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he put the human skin paper away and returned it to the box.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the paper-like human skin remained unchanged; it's unclear whether this final threat was effective.

Whether it will be useful or not, Yang Jian has already decided to do it.

He activated his Ghost Domain, sending the human skin paper directly to a depth of 10,000 meters underground. He then made a mark at his feet so that he could retrieve it later.

"Let's go to the old house tomorrow." Yang Jian glanced at the sky outside.

I didn't want to go there late at night, so I thought I'd wait until dawn to do it. That way, my vision would be better, and I wouldn't have to rely on Ghost Eye and waste time unnecessarily.

"Yang Jian, who are you talking to? Dinner's ready. I made a few dishes; I don't know if you'll like them," Zhang Liqin said as she approached.

It seems she intends to live here with Yang Jian.

"Okay, coming right now."

Yang Jian checked each room and, finding nothing unusual about the strange objects, went downstairs with peace of mind.

We conduct daily inspections to prevent any accidents.

"I've taken your car to get it repaired. It'll take about three days, but it won't be the original factory paint," Zhang Liqin said.

Yang Jian, "It's alright, that's good enough."

Just as he went to eat.

Deep underground, inside the golden box that Yang Jian had placed 10,000 meters below the surface, a line of writing slowly reappeared on the long-dormant human skin paper. "He's too cautious. After missing a great opportunity, he's gradually slipping out of my control. This isn't a good thing; perhaps I should consider breaking away from him."

On the second day.

Yang Jian went out and, after some thought, decided to follow the instructions on the parchment to check out the second room of the Republican era old house.

Given his current situation, he felt more confident, and even if he encountered unknown terrors, he wouldn't be completely helpless.

"Zhang Han, what are you doing here?"

He hadn't walked far when he saw Zhang Han strolling around the neighborhood with his wife, only to be interviewed by a group of people who looked like journalists.

Zhang Han seemed a little impatient, but he was entangled with this group of reporters.

"I've already said I won't give interviews. There are so many people in Dachang City, go ask someone else if you have any questions. I don't know anything." He refused to reveal any information.

The person holding the microphone and conducting the interview was a female reporter, wearing a white shirt, with exquisite makeup, a graceful figure, and a very beautiful appearance.

"Zhang Xian, I'm just asking you a few very ordinary questions. I hope you won't avoid me, okay?" The female reporter persisted, relentlessly pressing her for an answer.

A camera crew followed them the whole way.

Zhang Han didn't want to answer any questions because the reporter had asked some sensitive questions right away. Now that the big event had just ended, he didn't want to cause any trouble in front of the cameras, so he kept avoiding the questions.

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhang Han immediately said, "Yang Jian, you've come at the right time. Several groups of reporters have been coming to the neighborhood these past few days, and this is the most annoying group. Can you find a way to resolve this? After all, there are some issues that I can't personally address."

"Why don't you just chase these reporters away? Do you need my help with that? I just need to go out for a bit," Yang Jian.

Zhang Han walked over and whispered, "These people came up and asked some peculiar questions. They seem to know something and are after the Starvation Ghost Incident. Plus, the person in charge of photography is a foreigner. I think there's something fishy about them."

"Then we should definitely send them away," Yang Jian.

"I know, but there are cameras pointed at us. If I make a move, wouldn't that expose the fact that I'm Ghost Tamer? If this video goes viral, wouldn't that be terrible?" Zhang Han said.

Yang Jian, "So that's what you're worried about?"

Indeed, although paranormal events are occurring more and more frequently these days, and even the Starvation Ghost Incident has been widely circulated online, causing a great sensation, the overall situation is actually still relatively stable.

"Hello sir, are you a resident here? I'm a reporter from a radio station. Let me ask you first, do you believe that the fog incident in Dachang City is really chemical pollution, or is it a supernatural event as rumored online?" The glamorous female reporter grabbed Yang Jian and started asking questions.

Yang Jian glanced at the camera and gestured for the foreigner carrying the camera to come closer.

"Zoom in quickly," a staff member nearby said.

Yang Jian, "This is private property. This residential complex is not open for sale yet, so I hope you can leave. Otherwise, I have the right to kick you out."

"Sir, freedom of the press is the right of every country. I believe the general public has the right to know the truth about this mysterious event. Why are you remaining silent and refusing our interview? Has an incredible supernatural event really occurred here? Some mysterious online forums are discussing how this incident in Dachang City was resolved by a special person named Ghost Eye Yang Jian. Sir, do you know anything about this?"

The female reporter was aggressive and seemed completely unconcerned about being rejected.

Zhang Han is right. These reporters are suspicious. They came up and immediately asked about sensitive topics. It's not like they're doing a street interview. They seem to have come to Guangjiang Residential Area with a specific purpose in mind, trying to find out something.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, walked over, snatched the camera, and threw it dozens of meters away. It then crashed to the ground with a bang and shattered instantly.

The abnormality of the body brings about this incredible power, and it is not difficult to achieve this.

"Oh no!" exclaimed the tall foreign man carrying the camera.

"Why did you smash our camera?" one of the accompanying staff members asked angrily.

Yang Jian calmly said, "I will bear the losses. You name a price, and my accountant will compensate you later. But before that, I hope you leave here. I won't repeat myself."

"When questioned by reporters, this gentleman became enraged and smashed our camera. Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality? What terrible things are hidden behind the Dachang City Fog Incident? Why is everyone silent about it? I am reporter Susan, and I am continuing to report for you."

The female reporter, however, continued her audio report with a recorder in hand.

"It's annoying, isn't it?" Zhang Han smiled helplessly from the side.

"It is indeed annoying. Are all reporters this dedicated these days? However, I can still forcibly expel you on charges of obstructing official business if you insist on continuing the interview." Yang Jian directly pulled out a pistol and fired a warning shot into the air.

"Bang!"

The glamorous female reporter named Susan was startled, while the foreigners behind her cursed and hurriedly reached for their weapons.

"Oh, since when are reporters allowed to carry guns?" Yang Jian laughed upon hearing this.

If they were really reporters, he could only scare them away; he couldn't actually take action. After all, they were just ordinary people, and he didn't need to waste his energy on them.

But it was different when these people pulled out guns.

This is definitely not your average news team.

"You guys draw your guns very quickly, much more professionally than I am. You must be trained. You look a bit like the mercenaries I've encountered before. A well-trained team with one or two amateur journalists—I have good reason to suspect you're spies," Yang Jian said, glancing at them.

Of the five people, three drew their guns, while the other two seemed inexperienced and crouched on the ground, covering their heads in fear.

"The crisis in Dachang City has just been resolved, and some forces are already eager to reach in?" Yang Jian said, but then smiled. "No, that's not right. If you really wanted to gather intelligence, you wouldn't need to carry weapons. You wouldn't make such a clumsy mistake. Let me guess."

"You're equipped with weapons, surely to protect yourself from danger, and it seems there's only one danger in this Guangjiang Residential Area: Ghost Eye Yang Jian, who lives here?"

"So, the real reason is that you used the interview as a cover, your real purpose was to contact me and collect information about me."

He made a bold guess while observing the expressions of these people.

The result did not disappoint him.

The three men who had touched the guns immediately changed their expressions.

"Sir, this is a misunderstanding. Someone wants to invite you to a ball, and we're here to deliver an invitation. Without using our journalist credentials, we can't move around in Dachang City."

The foreigner carrying the camera looked grim and spoke in broken Chinese.

"What's your name? Your Chinese is quite good," Yang Jian.

"Terry," the foreigner said.

"Bang!"

Yang Jian fired immediately; a bullet grazed his groin before flying out.

"Sorry, my marksmanship isn't very good. I meant to aim at your foot, but I missed. I'm not interested in the dance because I can't dance, so I have to decline your invitation. But I have to extend another invitation to you. Would you be interested in learning about the prison in Dachang City?"

Terry was startled and instinctively wanted to draw his gun to retaliate, but he managed to stop himself from doing so.

This person didn't seem to mind having a gun pointed at him.

He was indeed possessed by a demon.

"Sir, you should look into this; it will be good for you," Terry said.

Yang Jian, "If you lay down your weapons and surrender, I might be a little more friendly to you; otherwise, the next bullet might be in your bodies."

He understood that certain forces wanted to contact him, but why couldn't they extend a more formal invitation? This sneaky approach was beneath their dignity; didn't they know that?

"I thought it was really a reporter. Turns out it was here for you. Well, that's all for now. You can handle it yourself. I need to go get breakfast." Zhang Han prepared to leave with his frightened wife.

"Aren't you going to help me?" Yang Jian asked, turning around.

Zhang Han said, "Help me collect your body? Please, my wife is watching. Just handle this little thing yourself."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Dealing with a few ordinary people, let alone Yang Jian, I'm afraid no Ghost Tamer would take them seriously. These people contacted Yang Jian, clearly prepared to be defeated here, otherwise they wouldn't have sent a few insignificant people.

"There's no other way, I've reported it to the police." Yang Jian decided to report it anyway.

Contact 110 if you need anything.

He believed these people possessed some intelligence value and instructed Captain Liu to interrogate them.