Taking Faces

Without a doubt, Feng Quan's desperate counterattack failed.

The eerie mound formed from the soil on his body was terrifying; it seemed even ghosts could be buried inside. If Yang Jian had been swallowed by that Grave Soil just now, even though he was an anomaly who perfectly controlled the ghostly shadow, he would probably have died here.

However, the more terrifying the attack, the greater the backlash it will have on itself.

Feng Quan is currently in a state of vengeful ghost resurrection.

His head, now only visible outside the mound, was gradually sinking and would soon be completely submerged in the dark brown soil. Yang Jian couldn't say for sure what would happen after his entire body was inside, since he had never encountered anything like this before.

However, looking at the strange earthen mound that was about to engulf Feng Quan, Yang Jian couldn't help but think of the grave in front of the weeping ghost he had seen on the eerie bus.

The two graves seemed somewhat similar, the only difference being that the grave that swallowed Feng Quan was smaller.

"You're really lucky, Yang Jian. I've lost this time, but don't be too happy yet. If I can't kill you, someone else will." Feng Quan roared like a mad beast, unable to accept the fact that he had failed.

This kind of desperate attack, risking the resurrection of a vengeful ghost, should theoretically not fail.

Unfortunately, he never expected that Yang Jian would try to take action against him beforehand.

If Yang Jian chooses to carry him away from the hotel, then Feng Quan will have absolutely no chance of failing if he attacks halfway.

"It's too early for you to say that. Whether you live or die isn't determined by the ghost inside you, but by me. Although you're currently in a state of vengeful ghost resurgence, I should be able to suppress it for you for a while. Once we find your other half and restore the balance within you, things should get much better."

Yang Jian remained calm as he slowly untied the straw rope wrapped around his wrist.

This is a ghost rope.

He didn't approach the burial mound to avoid being attacked again. Instead, he covered the ghost rope with his ghostly shadow, controlled it, and then threw it forward, putting it directly over Feng Quan's head.

"This is... Wang Yue's ghost rope." Feng Quan's madness subsided, and his eyelids twitched, as if he knew what Yang Jian was about to do.

"Your intelligence work is quite good. Wang Yue has been dead for so long, yet you still remember the information about the Ghost Rope. But judging from your condition, even if half of your body were cut off, you wouldn't die. Pulling the rope around your neck a few times shouldn't kill you that easily." Yang Jian exerted force with his palm and pulled the Ghost Rope sharply.

The knot around Feng Quan's neck tightened suddenly. The intense feeling of suffocation made his face turn bright red instantly. He coughed violently several times, vomiting up a large amount of dark brown Grave Soil.

It seems his body is gradually turning into soil, from the inside out.

But Yang Jian's pull didn't directly pull Feng Quan out of the burial mound as he had imagined.

Feng Quan's body, buried in the burial mound, seemed to have become one with it, or perhaps something incredibly heavy inside the mound was holding down the other half of his body, preventing him from leaving so easily.

"I refuse to believe I can't pull you out." Yang Jian exerted force with both hands, took several steps back, and began to use all his strength.

His body is now practically half-human and half-ghost, and his strength is extraordinary. He did a strength test in Dachang City, and with this inhuman body, his strength could reach the ton level, but it was just a simple test, and he has never tried his maximum strength.

Because they were worried about ruining their health.

But when Yang Jian used all his strength, he realized something was wrong.

Feng Quan's body remained motionless, still buried in the Grave Soil. His neck was stretched out so long that his bones and flesh were about to be torn apart, but he still couldn't leave the Grave Soil.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian's heart sank.

"It is indeed very strange. My judgment just now was correct. This Grave Soil is very special. If I were buried, there would be no way I could climb out of it. Moreover, I cannot pull Feng Quan out by force alone. At most, I can only pull out one of his heads."

"His head is useless to me. What I want is Feng Quan, the Ghost Tamer controls two ghosts, not a dead man."

Looking at Feng Quan's pained and distressed appearance, Yang Jian knew that although he wasn't dead yet, he was practically dead.

Without hesitation, he took the last section of the ghost candle out of his pocket.

"Fortunately, that ghost left me a tiny bit of ghost candle during its attack. I can use it to suppress this grave mound. It won't take long, just a second, and I can pull Feng Quan out of it."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. He hurriedly placed the last remaining section of the ghost candle in front of the grave mound and lit it.

"Whew!"

As soon as the ghost candle was lit, the eerie green flames instantly expanded, like a burst of fire.

This was because of the presence of a ghost, which accelerated the burning speed of the ghost candle. Although the burning speed was not as fast as when Xiong Wenwen was attacked, it still produced a final burst of light.

The ghost candle burned out instantly, and the flame went out.

However, they still managed to suppress the opponent for less than two seconds.

Yang Jian immediately felt the pressure on Feng Quan's end ease as the taut ghost rope in his hand loosened, and a heavy burden instantly disappeared.

"Bang!"

Feng Quan was thrown out of the Grave Soil, let out a muffled groan, and then crashed heavily to the ground.

The burial mound, which had already formed, began to collapse instantly as if it had lost some kind of support, turning into a pool of filthy mud, devoid of its previous eeriness.

But amidst the scattered Grave Soil, Yang Jian saw a human-shaped outline formed from piled-up earth.

The humanoid silhouette had hands and feet, a head and a face, like a complete corpse. Especially the head, where the features formed from mud were lifelike, with an open mouth, sunken eye sockets, and three eerie holes, making it look like a vengeful ghost.

However, the ghost buried in the burial mound has not yet fully come back to life.

After Yang Jian pulled Feng Quan out, Grave Soil continued to sprout from Feng Quan's body, trying to form a new mound in a short time.

If it's not stopped, the situation we just witnessed will soon repeat itself.

However, Yang Jian would not stand idly by and watch this happen.

His ghostly figure was already prepared and immediately invaded Feng Quan's body, helping him suppress the resurgence of the vengeful spirit.

With the intrusion of the ghostly figure, Feng Quan's condition improved after his recovery.

But this is only temporary.

Once Yang Jian retrieves the headless ghost, Feng Quan will continue to experience the resurrection of the vengeful spirit.

"Alright, let's move on to the next step."

Yang Jian glanced at Feng Quan, who was lying motionless on the ground. He was certain that the ghostly figure had suppressed him, and he was now completely safe.

Only then did he take the blood-stained old newspaper and squat down beside him.

Although Feng Quan was suppressed at the moment, he was still conscious. He stared at Yang Jian with wide eyes, unable to tell whether he was angry or terrified.

"Looking at me like that won't help. You're in much more danger than you think. Heaven knows how many memories that ghost altered for you. But it's okay, I'll change them all back. You'll definitely be a good person from now on." Yang Jian unfolded the old newspaper in his hand and slowly covered Feng Quan's face with it.

The newspaper stuck to the face strangely as soon as it touched it, as if it had become one with the skin. It quickly shrank and stuck together, and soon Feng Quan's facial features appeared on the newspaper.

At that moment, Feng Quan felt as if a plastic bag had been put over his head, and a strong sense of suffocation surged up. He opened his mouth wide to try to breathe, but all he got in return was a blood-stained newspaper pressed even tighter against him.

Gradually, he fainted and lost consciousness.

"This feeling doesn't seem to be the first time." For some reason, Feng Quan suddenly remembered that he had experienced something similar before, but he forgot when and where.

"Did it succeed?"

Yang Jian watched this bizarre scene unfold, quietly awaiting the outcome.

There were still many things he didn't understand about using this ghost newspaper to alter other people's memories, so he felt that necessary experiments and attempts were very important.

I waited for less than a minute.

He soon noticed that the newspaper plastered on Feng Quan's face seemed to have loosened its grip and was no longer stuck on so tightly.

At this point, Yang Jian felt it was time, so he reached out and tore the newspaper off Feng Quan's face.

At the same time, Feng Quan's entire face was also torn off.

"It's a success." Yang Jian's gaze sharpened as he saw the face on the ghost newspaper—a person with closed eyes and a somewhat eerie expression.

Having lost his face, Feng Quan also lost consciousness and remained unconscious.

The body remained in its previous state and did not suffocate or die despite not having a nose and mouth to breathe.

It's just an incomprehensible supernatural phenomenon that can't be judged by common sense.

"Next comes memory manipulation."

At this moment, Yang Jian noticed that several lines of crooked writing had been added next to Feng Quan's face pasted on the newspaper.

The handwriting is Zhao Lei's.

"Forget about being attacked."

"Find the right opportunity and kill Yang Jian; he is your enemy."

"Obey."

The last line was not finished; it seems the writing stopped halfway through.

"Was it just a partial alteration of memories? It seems there was a slight problem when Feng Quan was attacked, and his memories weren't completely changed," Yang Jian thought to himself.

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<Countdown to Despair>

Introduction:

"The Three Gods Tower of the Dead"

"One tower with ten thousand stories."

"One floor, one world."

An ordinary high school student suddenly felt a string of numbers appear on his chest.

With each decrease in this number, one person in the vicinity dies indiscriminately.

He accidentally bombed his own neighborhood into a ghost town.

Without realizing it, he bombed Changhe Hospital into a ghost town.

He accidentally killed himself...

"I, Fang Yue, just want a peaceful life!"

And so the story begins.

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