A New Balance

They forcibly reassembled the two ghosts inside Feng Quan's body to achieve a new balance.

To be honest, Yang Jian wasn't confident. Controlling two ghosts was an extremely dangerous thing for Ghost Tamer. Once they reached a point of mutual suppression, the Ghost Tamer would need to adjust the situation slowly, which would essentially prolong the time it took for the vengeful ghosts to revive.

However, this adjustment is not long-term. As time goes by, the two ghosts will continue to revive until one day the balance is broken and the Ghost Tamer dies from the revival of the vengeful ghost.

Feng Quan is now facing a situation where the balance has been broken, and whether he can suppress the two ghosts inside his body is an unknown.

So Yang Jian was waiting, while also making another contingency plan.

If Feng Quan cannot return to normal, he will restrain and imprison Feng Quan here, and will absolutely not let the two ghosts inside his body escape.

However, Feng Quan's current condition is not good.

Grave Soil kept emerging from his body, while a thick fog enveloped him, sometimes dissipating and sometimes condensing.

The power of the two demons is influencing their surroundings.

A new balance has not yet been formed.

Feng Quan was in excruciating pain, struggling on the ground. He wanted to die, but he couldn't, because the problem of the vengeful ghost's resurgence hadn't fully erupted yet. Some supernatural force was sustaining his life, allowing him to continue living in an unbelievable state.

However, this situation will not last long.

Once one of the demons inside him gains the upper hand, he will soon die here.

"It's been a lot of work, finally managing to erase Feng Quan's memories. It would be such a waste if he died here," Yang Jian thought to himself.

He had no feelings for Feng Quan; he just wanted another helper in the future.

With paranormal events occurring frequently these days, Yang Jian isn't confident he can survive every one. He feels that having a few teammates would make dealing with paranormal events much easier, but most of the other Ghost Tamer have ulterior motives and are not trustworthy. If Feng Quan can survive this ordeal, then Yang Jian will have another very trustworthy person in the future.

Even if this trust was obtained through some shady means.

But in order to survive, Yang Jian didn't think he had done anything wrong.

"Feng Quan, can you hold on?" Yang Jian asked tentatively.

"The state of the Grave Soil's revival is worse than I imagined; the ghostly mist is becoming difficult to suppress," Feng Quan said through gritted teeth, suppressing his pain. "I can only try my best. If I fail, don't hold back later; lock me up immediately. We absolutely cannot release two ghosts in Z City."

"Don't think of the situation as so bad. I believe you can handle it," Yang Jian comforted him.

Of course, he was also prepared to restrict Feng Quan at any time.

However, as time went by...

As he said, the ghostly mist within Feng Quan's body was indeed unable to reach a new balance and was gradually retreating, with more and more Grave Soil emerging from his body.

The dark brown soil covering his body seemed to be turning into a new grave mound once again.

"He will fail if this continues." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, sensing that Feng Quan's condition was getting worse.

If he continues like this, he will surely die from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost.

The two ghosts are no longer able to regain their balance.

After all, the Grave Soil was already in a fully revived state, only suppressed by Yang Jian's headless ghostly figure, while the ghostly mist was still in a semi-revival state, and the level of terror between the two ghosts was no longer equal.

"Unless a third party intervenes to suppress the resurgence of the Grave Soil, allowing Feng Quan to control three ghosts instead of two, a new balance will be achieved," Yang Jian thought to himself.

But then he shook his head, feeling that the plan was not feasible.

Controlling three ghosts is even more difficult, and where can Feng Quan find a third ghost to control now?

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly as he considered some methods to see if he could help Feng Quan.

After all, Feng Quan was someone he had built up from scratch, and if he died here, it would be a huge loss for him.

"Yang Jian, quick, I feel like I can't hold on any longer, do it now, restrain me!" Feng Quan, who was struggling in pain, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were no longer human eyes; they were filled with dark brown mud, and no human flesh could be seen anymore.

His body is gradually being covered by the Grave Soil.

The ghostly mist that had previously enveloped the area had completely disappeared.

The mist demon was undoubtedly trapped and buried within the Grave Soil, with no chance of resistance.

"I can use the headless ghost shadow to help Feng Quan regain his balance, but it won't be very effective because my headless ghost shadow can't be permanently placed in Feng Quan's body to help him suppress the resurgence of the vengeful spirit." Yang Jian felt increasingly hopeless seeing him like this.

But as his mind raced, he came up with a very unusual method.

Perhaps this will be helpful to Feng Quan.

"It's not time to give up yet. I'll make one last attempt. If I fail this time, then I'll have no choice but to put you in a body bag." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he took out a white candle from his equipment.

This is also a ghost candle.

However, unlike the red ghost candles, these are ghost candles used to attract ghosts.

"You should know about this. It can attract ghosts from the surrounding area. I will light this candle next to your body. If all goes well, some of the power of the vengeful ghost in your body will be brought out by this ghost candle. You must take advantage of this time to regain control of the two ghosts and restore balance. However, the ghost candle cannot last too long. I am worried that it may attract other supernatural phenomena. You must seize the opportunity."

Immediately, he lit the ghost candle and placed it beside Feng Quan body was about to become a burial mound.

The white ghost candle burned with black flames.

The surroundings immediately turned gray and gloomy, even blocking out the light.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the area.

The effect of the white ghost candle was astonishing; immediately, the Grave Soil covering Feng Quan body began to surge towards the white ghost candle as if it were alive.

The ghost in the Grave Soil was attracted by the ghost candle.

Feng Quan's body, which had been buried in the Grave Soil, gradually regained its shape and emerged from the mound once more. The pain he was in quickly subsided.

But this situation won't keep improving.

The Grave Soil is attracted, and so is the ghostly mist. The reason the ghostly mist hasn't moved yet is because it's being suppressed by the Grave Soil.

But this suppression will soon end.

At the moment the suppression ends, the two ghosts will reach a moment of balance within Feng Quan's body.

This is the only opportunity Feng Quan can seize.

Soon.

About two minutes passed.

All the Grave Soil from Feng Quan was moved to the side of the white ghost candle, where it formed a new Grave Soil.

A portion of the vengeful spirit's power left Feng Quan's body.

However, this departure is not a good thing, because once the ghost completely leaves Feng Quan, he will definitely die in his current physical condition. He needs the ghost in his body to sustain his life.

A few more moments passed.

Feng Quan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sat up. At that moment, he achieved a balance between the ghostly mist and the Grave Soil, and regained his ability to move.

"Brother Leg, hurry up!" Feng Quan's expression changed drastically as he urged.

Yang Jian understood Feng Quan's meaning, and he immediately blew out the white ghost candle to eliminate the attraction.

But as soon as the ghost candle went out, the newly formed Grave Soil began to surge into Feng Quan's body again.

"It seems that only by sacrificing this portion of the Grave Soil can you regain your balance." Yang Jian stepped forward, his ghostly shadow covering the Grave Soil and blocking its path back.

But the remaining Grave Soil still formed a small mound, and blood was gradually seeping out from the dark brown soil.

This is an incomprehensible and eerie phenomenon.

After all, Yang Jian has gone too far, splitting apart a fully-fledged ghost that was about to revive.

"How's the situation now?" Yang Jian asked.

"Great, much better. I feel like I've returned to my previous state. The problem of the vengeful ghost's resurgence seems to have been solved. Brother Leg, your method is really amazing. Using the white ghost candle to draw out a part of the ghost from my body allowed me to regain my balance," Feng Quan said excitedly.

"That's good. Since it survived, this thing is useless now. I'll lock it up." Yang Jian looked at the pile of separated Grave Soil and put it into a body bag without hesitation.

The specially made body bags are made of gold. Once the Grave Soil is inside, even if something strange happens, as long as it doesn't come out, nothing will happen.

"Done."

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief after doing all this.

After working so hard for so long, we've finally achieved something. Feng Quan's problem is solved, and now we can proceed more smoothly with the next step.