Grave Soil
"I've come to save you. Where are you now?" Yang Jian passed through the ghostly mist and returned to the deserted hotel.
He was within his own Ghost Domain, thus ensuring his safety.
Feng Quan's voice immediately came from the phone. "On the fourth floor, in room five. You should have passed by here before. I heard your footsteps, but I wasn't sure it was you, so I gave up asking for help."
"Then you're really unlucky. Wait here, I'm coming," Yang Jian said calmly.
Feng Quan was indeed unlucky. If he had asked for help when he came in, Yang Jian would have been on the line and, given the order from Headquarters, would have had to rescue him whether he wanted to or not.
But things are different now. He infiltrated the hotel and obtained this strange newspaper, which can alter people's memories. Thus, Feng Quan, in his weakened state, became a perfect experimental subject. If successful, it would prove that the words on the paper were true, and that the method of controlling the two ghost faces was also feasible.
However, Tong Qian must absolutely not be the target.
Soon.
Yang Jian arrived at room 005 on the fourth floor of the hotel.
This is a normal place, and strictly speaking, there should be no danger here, provided that the ghost wandering in this hotel doesn't appear nearby.
As a precaution, Yang Jian's Ghost Domain directly penetrated the wall, covering the inside through the gate.
Immediately, the entire situation in the room was displayed before their eyes.
Feng Quan was lying on a bed, holding his GPS phone. He didn't turn on the light, and in the dim light, he suppressed his breathing to a minimum, maintaining a corpse-like silence to avoid disturbing the terrifying ghost lingering in the hotel with any unnecessary movements.
However, Feng Quan was not in good condition.
His body was reduced to only half its original size.
Yang Jian was not mistaken. Feng Quan was cut in half at the waist, leaving only half of his body. However, no blood flowed from the broken wound, and no blood or internal organs could be seen. It was as if the wound was blocked by a thick layer of sludge.
"Did the second ghost's ability keep Feng Quan alive?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. "But judging from his injuries, he must have been accidentally stepped on by a ghost wandering around the hotel, who stepped on his footprint and cleaved him in two at the waist."
"You look much worse than last time. Last time you had a ghost coffin to sleep in, but this time you can only lie in bed waiting to die."
He walked in, and the dimly lit room quickly became bright.
An eerie red light enveloped the surroundings.
Feng Quan looked around and said, "Is it really okay for you to use your Ghost Domain like this? You have to use the power of the vengeful ghosts just to get to the fourth floor. Even someone who can control two ghosts wouldn't be able to last long using ghost abilities so frequently."
"You still have the mind to worry about my ghost's resurgence? You should worry more about yourself." Yang Jian smiled and walked over.
"Take me away from here to the ghostly mist outside. My lower body was taken away by a ghost in the mist. With your abilities, you can find it for me, restrain it again, and help me piece my body back together," Feng Quan said.
As one of the few people who had interacted with Yang Jian, he knew about the abilities of Yang Jian's other ghost.
"We'll talk about that later. What's this on your body?" Yang Jian pointed to the wound on his lower body. "Mud?"
Feng Quan's eyes flickered slightly. "Can we not ask that question?"
"If you don't tell me, I'll have a hard time trusting you. Your file only has a description of Ghost Mist, not this thing. If this thing is dangerous, I'll have to be careful," Yang Jian.
Circumstances dictate that, although Feng Quan desperately wanted to conceal his information, he had no choice but to say, "This is Grave Soil, a strange substance that can suppress the revival of my ghost mist, preventing the ghost within it from taking shape. However, this thing is also very dangerous; it is gradually eroding me."
After he finished speaking, he raised one hand.
The hand was almost unrecognizable, reduced to a pile of dark brown mud.
"I can feel that the Grave Soil will increase over time, eventually forming a mound that will bury me. Without the restraint of another ghost, the speed of this erosion is beyond my imagination," Feng Quan said.
"Not bad, at least it has a grave after it died," Yang Jian.
Feng Quan looked at Yang Jian: "Is it really okay for you to chat with me while maintaining this Ghost Domain? You're the most wasteful person I've ever met; people like that usually don't live long."
"So I'm an oddball." Yang Jian grinned as he walked to Feng Quan's bedside and took the satellite-guided phone from his hand.
With a simple press, communication is directly disabled.
"Hmm?" Feng Quan's expression changed slightly. "What do you want to do?"
Yang Jian disconnected his phone again. "Let's make a small attempt. As payment for saving you, I don't think you'll refuse. After all, I don't trust you either. It's hard to say whether you'll be friend or foe after I rescue you. But to ensure we're friends in the future, I need to give you a little insurance."
"Don't worry, it won't have any effect on you."
"Yang Jian, don't do anything rash. My death here will do you no good. Headquarters will definitely suspect you. Although you solved the Starvation Ghost Incident in Dachang City, framing a colleague is a serious crime. Headquarters is currently implementing the Captain Plan. If you make a mistake at this critical juncture, it will be equivalent to losing your qualification to become a captain," Feng Quan shouted immediately.
Although I don't know what Yang Jian is up to, it's definitely not good.
"Who said I was trying to frame you? I'm helping you." Yang Jian said very seriously, "Even if I rescued you in your current state, you'd die out there very quickly. If you want to live, don't resist. That way, it's good for you, good for me, and good for everyone."
After saying that, he insisted on conducting the experiment regardless of whether Feng Quan agreed or not.
"Yang Jian, you'll regret this," Feng Quan said with a somewhat ferocious expression.
Yang Jian, "You don't even know what I'm going to do, how can you know I'll regret it? I don't want to waste any more time on this. In short, if you cooperate with me, you can survive. Don't think of me as too cruel."
After he finished speaking, the headless ghostly figure beneath his feet slowly stood up.
Since the experiment is to be conducted, the other ghost within Feng Quan's body must be suppressed, which requires the ghost to invade Feng Quan's body.
The headless ghostly figure reached out and grabbed Feng Quan's wrist. The dark shadow flowed into his body like water through his wrist.
At that moment, Feng Quan felt a chilling aura invading one of his arms. The area covered by that chilling aura instantly lost all feeling in his body, as if it no longer belonged to him, but to someone else.
"Yang Jian, I knew you had ill intentions towards me all along. Zhao Lei was right, you should die." Suddenly, a look of madness appeared in his eyes.
The dark brown soil on his body seemed to be wriggling with life, rapidly increasing in number, and at a speed beyond imagination.
Dark brown Grave Soil spread out from Feng Quan's waist, connecting with his legs, and soon formed two legs.
Two legs formed from mud.
At that moment, Feng Quan suddenly jumped out of bed and hugged Yang Jian tightly.
The Grave Soil kept sticking to his body, impossible to shake off, and its amount kept increasing until Yang Jian was like someone trapped in a swamp, rapidly being covered and swallowed up by the Grave Soil.
"Let's die together!" Feng Quan roared madly.
The Grave Soil, like a vengeful ghost, resurrected, covering Yang Jian's body and also engulfing Feng Quan's body. The entire process took only about five seconds from start to finish.
It's so fast that people can't even react.
When everything was over, the room immediately fell into a deathly silence.
A small to medium-sized burial mound stood there eerily.
A head emerged from the very top of the burial mound.
It's Feng Quan's head.
As for Yang Jian, he was completely covered by the Grave Soil and buried in this strange earth.
"Success?" Feng Quan grinned, and despite only his head being visible, he seemed quite pleased, as if he had finally gotten his revenge.
But the consequences for him were also terrible.
The only head that had popped out was also slowly sinking, as if it were about to sink into the newly formed burial mound and become one of the corpses inside.
"You actually know Zhao Lei. So you were attacked by a ghost, and your memories have been altered." However, before Feng Quan could be happy for long, Yang Jian's voice suddenly rang out in the room.
There was no one around, yet sounds could be heard.
The appearance of this voice immediately froze Feng Quan's face.
"Impossible." He opened his eyes wide, looking around with a mixture of shock and fear, trying to locate Yang Jian.
"Nothing is impossible. Surely I wouldn't be completely unprepared to attack you, otherwise why would I maintain the Ghost Domain? If I wanted to escape, it would be a matter of moments. Do you think you can succeed?" Yang Jian's figure gradually became visible.
He was still standing beside the bed.
It's just on the other side.
"I clearly saw the shadow behind you just now; you couldn't have left using Ghost Domain," Feng Quan said through gritted teeth.
"You've considered things quite thoroughly, but you took a bit too long to act. Even if it had only taken a second, let alone five, I could have reacted. Otherwise, what would be the point of having so many eyes?" Yang Jian pointed to the eerie scarlet eye on his head.
He can see everything within the Ghost Domain; there are no blind spots.