Newspaper

Just to be on the safe side, Yang Jian searched the entire room again.

Without a doubt, the result is the same: there is no ghost in this room, and the possibility that Tong Qian, who is lying in the hospital, is the ghost is extremely high.

That ghost can alter other people's memories and steal their faces. It's incredibly easy for it to have an identity that no one would suspect. The clearly defined faces on the walls of this room are the best proof of that.

However, this ghost chose Zhao Lei and Tong Qian from among the many victims.

Zhao Lei was a helpful assistant needed in the early stages, but after acquiring a better identity, the ghost abandoned him without hesitation.

As Ghost Tamer, the person in charge, and someone who has connections with Headquarters, Tong Qian is a prime candidate to deal with a ghost that could potentially cause immense harm in the future if that ghost fully possesses such a status.

"Take all the faces off these walls, we're about to leave," Yang Jian suddenly said.

"What? Take these down and take them with you, Yang Jian? What do you need these things for?" Luo Suyī surprise.

Yang Jian, "Behind each face is a red newspaper. This is another kind of supernatural phenomenon. Even if I can't find the ghost, I can still consider it a gain. However, with so many newspapers on the wall, it's difficult for me to distinguish which one truly belongs to the ghost."

"So I might as well take them all. I can look for them later after I've dealt with things outside."

If Tong Qian is a ghost, then the blood-stained red newspaper must have been left in this room when I took her away that day.

There's absolutely no way I could take that ghost away, because it can't be hidden from my eyes.

"With so many faces, how long will it take?" Luo Suyī complained, but he still started tearing at the faces on the wall.

"Lin Luomei, you can just stand there with Xiong Wenwen and not help," Yang Jian said again. "This thing might be dangerous, after all, it was in the hands of that ghost before, and it might be a ghost itself."

"What? Why didn't you say there was danger sooner?" Luo Suyī startled that he immediately threw the newspaper he had just torn off onto the ground.

Yang Jian looked at him and said, "What is there that isn't dangerous when dealing with paranormal events? I think even if there is danger, you should be able to withstand it. I've dealt with this newspaper before, it's not difficult to handle. The only thing to be concerned about is that it can affect people's memories. I don't know the specific method of use, but I believe it won't be difficult to figure it out."

"But that's all. It's not very dangerous. Even if your memories have been altered and you try to attack me, I can stop you immediately."

"Damn, so that's what you were thinking. No wonder you didn't do it yourself." Luo Suyī couldn't help but curse, thinking this guy was too despicable.

Yang Jian, "If I don't take this, the ghost might go back to the hotel and take it. Do you think it's better for it to fall into my hands or that ghost's? You don't need to be angry. I just saved your life, so you should give me something in return. Are you unwilling to take even this small risk?"

"I can't beat you, and I can't argue with you, but I'll help you out for what happened earlier, okay?" Luo Suyī gritted teeth.

Although he was unconvinced, Yang Jian was right.

If he hadn't discovered the ghost's killing pattern and learned his own death time through Xiong Wenwen's method of foreseeing the future, he would definitely have met his end here.

Although Yang Jian's attitude was somewhat off-putting, it must be said that he still has some bottom line.

He won't kill others carelessly, and he's willing to save people when necessary, making him much better than other Ghost Tamer.

"We'll leave here Luo Suyī is done with his work. You can rest for a while and recover your strength. You can't keep up with the mental strain for so long." Yang Jian then looked at Lin Luomei and Xiong Wenwen.

They couldn't compare to themselves who controlled the headless ghost, possessing almost limitless stamina, provided their bodies could withstand the strain without collapsing or dying.

Lin Luomei nodded, glanced at the faces on the surrounding walls still showing unease, but she was indeed tired, so she found a relatively safe place to sit down.

Xiong Wenwen's complexion was not good; she was unusually pale, as if she were seriously ill.

Although Yang Jian didn't ask him anything when he saw him like this, he understood what was going on.

The time for Xiong Wenwen's vengeful ghost to resurrect is not far off.

If Wang Xiaoming cannot devise a plan to prolong the time it takes for Xiong Wenwen's vengeful spirit to resurrect, then this will be Xiong Wenwen's final mission.

"Every Ghost Tamer is at risk of dying at any moment, not even a ten-year-old child," Yang Jian sighed inwardly.

Identity and age are not factors that determine whether you will die. From the day you become Ghost Tamer, everyone knows in their hearts that they will be killed by a vengeful ghost sooner or later.

Even Yang Jian only temporarily alleviated the crisis.

However, the crisis of the vengeful ghost's resurgence was relieved, but because of this ghost, he found himself in another crisis, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold on under these circumstances.

Time passed little by little.

Luo Suyī kept tearing off the blood-stained old newspapers from the wall, and also took the faces off the newspapers.

During this time, Yang Jian attempted to contact Headquarters.

The satellite-positioned mobile phone has no signal and cannot send any information.

"This place is probably no longer the Caesar Hotel in Z City. It's a haunted space. Even without a signal, it's still acceptable. But this also proves that my previous decision to refuse to ask for help was correct. Guo Fan's plea for help was fake; it was bait to lure me here."

"Heaven knows how much preparation that ghost secretly made to kill me. Although ghosts may not have intelligence, it's a different story once they control a person. Once a person becomes Ghost Slave, they are essentially doing things for the ghost, which indirectly increases the ghost's terror and makes it even more difficult to deal with."

As Yang Jian pondered, he glanced at the faces hanging on the wall.

He still couldn't find Zhao Lei's face among these people's faces.

I wonder if Zhao Lei's face was discarded by that ghost, or if it wasn't here at all, but instead placed on someone else's body?

"If we can't find Zhao Lei's face, we can't revive Zhao Lei, so he's truly doomed." Yang Jian looked at Zhao Lei's body.

The body still exhibits vital signs.

But if we don't help this body regain its face soon, death is only a matter of days.

"Yang Jian, something's not right in this newspaper." About twenty minutes later, Luo Suyī, who was working diligently, suddenly spoke up.

"Hmm?" Yang Jian immediately turned his Ghost Eye and looked over with a somewhat eerie gaze.

In front of Luo Suyī, a blood-stained red newspaper displayed a human face, identical to the others, without any difference.

The only difference was that this newspaper was filled with densely packed words.

The handwriting is Zhao Lei's.

Yang Jian and Zhao Lei were classmates and used to copy each other's homework. His handwriting was so well-known that no one would mistake it.

The handwriting on the newspaper was messy, crooked, and of varying sizes, as if it had been written very casually.

"Find Yang Jian. Monitor him."

"You are a ghost."

"Forget your past, you are Ghost Slave."

The writing was surrounding a face, the face of a middle-aged man, whom Yang Jian did not recognize. He appeared to be an innocent victim.

"Back off." Just then, Yang Jian suddenly saw the red newspaper pasted on the wall bulge up, as if blown up by something, and then directly cover Luo Suyī's face.

"Damn." Luo Suyī was prepared. Although he wasn't very brave, there was probably a reason why he had survived until now.

At least the response was quick enough.

It immediately began to retreat frantically, and at the same time, tiny holes cracked open on its skin, revealing scarlet flesh inside, as if something was about to crawl out of them.

He instinctively wanted to use the power of the vengeful spirit.

"Is this the source?" Then Yang Jian stepped forward and grabbed the blood-stained newspaper, which seemed to have a life of its own.

The blood-stained newspaper twitched, and the face on it let out a strange scream, as if a vengeful ghost was howling, sending chills down one's spine.

But it was only a brief struggle.

The next moment.

The red newspapers returned to calm.

A layer of black, ink-like shadow covered the red newspaper.

"It was a false alarm."

Luo Suyī sigh of relief. The small holes that had appeared on his body quickly closed up again, and it seemed as if countless thin threads were wriggling beneath his skin, eerie and terrifying.

"This ghostly newspaper seems to only attack the person closest to it. You must have just walked into its attack range. However, although its ability is strange, it's not very terrifying. I can easily restrain it." Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly.

The ghostly shadow could suppress this ghostly newspaper; it seems to be similar to the ghostly rope.

It's not even as scary as the resurrected Ghost Rope.

After the ghost ropes were revived, the countless straw ropes hanging down from the sky could cover at least several streets, but it seemed that they could only attack one person at a time.

This was originally restricted, and the faces on the wall immediately began to fall off one by one.

The other newspapers lost their eerie abilities and began to return to normal.

"The others are all byproducts of the power of vengeful spirits. Since the source has been restricted, the others are no longer important," Yang Jian thought to himself.

"However, judging from what just happened, it seems that this newspaper wanted to alter people's memories by first removing someone's face, then writing something on it, and then sticking the face back on, thus completing the process of altering memories. However, ordinary people who are close by seem to be affected to some extent, even if their faces are not removed."

Yang Jian recalled the first time he saw this newspaper.

I was affected to some extent at the time.

"The ghost newspaper, the crying face I got on the ghost bus last time, and the smiling face I retrieved from that ghost—that's all the perfect method for controlling ghost faces described on the parchment." Yang Jian silently rolled up the ghost newspaper, wrapped it in gold paper, and then put it into a gold container.

"But this paper-skin chose Tong Qian as the recipient. Did it know Tong Qian was a ghost and deliberately say that? Did it want to make me give my other face to the ghost as well?"

"Once that ghost gets both the crying and smiling faces, it might launch a sudden counterattack against me."

Thinking about this, his heart gradually sank.

Although the information on the parchment was correct, at least not a single word was wrong, the choice of identity was extremely misleading.

This kind of misleading is fatal.