Journey

Five days ago, at a hospital in Dachang City, a leading expert examined Yang Jian's body.

"Your physical condition is very special. Your bodily functions are gradually declining, and some areas of your body are even showing signs of necrosis. If it were an ordinary person, they would already be in the emergency room in this situation. However, you are still able to maintain a very healthy and active state. This can no longer be described as a human miracle; it can only be said to be the special nature of people like you."

"However, this situation won't last forever. If this disease trend continues, the body will eventually collapse completely."

Yang Jian wasn't surprised by the diagnosis; instead, he calmly asked, "How long can my condition last?"

"It's hard to say, it could take anywhere from three months to six months, or even a year." The expert couldn't give a specific timeframe.

"I see."

Yang Jian confirmed his earlier suspicions: his body was being eroded.

Because his resurrection was not thorough enough, and because of the presence of a ghost within his body, his ordinary flesh and blood could not sustain him in this state for long.

However, Ghost Tamer have some kind of physical problem, just like Feng Quan, whose body was almost completely necrotic and filled with Grave Soil. Yet he was still alive, living in this world in a very strange way.

But Yang Jian knew that the ghost inside his body was different from Feng Quan's.

If one's own conditions cannot meet the requirements of the headless ghost, then the instinct to change bodies will become stronger and stronger, until it affects one's thinking, or even causes the vengeful ghost to resurrect.

"With the resources I have, it's simply not enough to support me changing into a ghost's body. This problem can't be solved in Dachang City."

Yang Jian counted the ghosts in his hands.

Aside from special items like the ghost cabinet, human skin paper, and ghost mirror, he currently only has a ghost rope, a skeleton, a bag of Grave Soil, and two Gold Box containing ghosts. He took them from Paul, the former president of Shangtong Technology Co., Ltd.. Although he hasn't opened them, he knows they're not very useful. He plans to keep them to feed the Ghost Infant.

"Could that skeleton I took from Wang Xiaoqiang solve my physical condition?" Yang Jian couldn't help but wonder.

But after careful consideration, he felt it was impossible.

Although the skeleton itself wouldn't die after being replaced, it couldn't stop the body's condition from deteriorating.

"It seems I need to go to J City as soon as possible. The Headquarters has the most resources there, and they can definitely solve my current situation." Yang Jian knew that to resolve his current predicament, he needed to control the third ghost.

It seems the limit of controlling two ghosts has been reached ahead of schedule.

Of course, if he does nothing, he can still live a carefree life for more than half a year. If he changes bodies in the middle, he should be able to last for several years without any problem.

But Yang Jian didn't want to do that.

What's meant to happen will happen eventually; some problems must be faced sooner or later. And even if you're barely surviving, if you accidentally get caught up in some supernatural event, you'll still die. Only by solving your own problems can you live a better life.

"The shroud that the starving ghost took from Ye Feng seems to have the ability to gradually transform a person's body into a ghost."

Recalling all the supernatural events he had experienced, Yang Jian searched his memory and found something eerie.

Yes, that burial shroud.

Ye Feng was able to ward off all attacks from vengeful ghosts when he wore the shroud, but as a price, his body would gradually transform into a ghost. Once the transformation was complete, the person wearing the shroud would become a ghost wearing a shroud.

Yang Jian thought that if he wore that burial shroud and his body gradually turned into a ghost, this natural deterioration would definitely improve.

The idea is there, but putting it into practice is quite difficult.

The hungry ghost has been sealed away, and no one dares to touch it, not even him. Therefore, the existence of the shroud can only be a backup plan.

Regardless, Yang Jian will likely need to use Headquarters' resources this time, since all the imprisoned ghosts across Asia, from the beginning of the paranormal events until now, are in Headquarters' hands.

So, three days later, after arranging things in Dachang City, he set off for J City.

Aside from a few essential items, Yang Jian only brought two unusual things: a piece of human skin paper and the ghost rope in his hand.

The former might be able to utilize the so-called future information contained in the human skin paper, while the latter is the only ghost that Yang Jian can fully control so far, a special weapon that can provide unexpected assistance at times.

Because of the previous incident, the airport in Dachang City was not open, so Yang Jian had to go to the airport in the nearest city to catch a flight.

Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin wanted to see him off, but he refused.

"This is Yang Jian. I'm preparing to board the plane to J City." Yang Jian sat in the rest area, contacting his operator using a satellite-guided mobile phone.

The person in charge of answering the phone was Qin Meirou, whose sexy, mature voice was simply irresistible to ordinary men.

But Yang Jian is an exception.

"Okay, I've found your boarding information. We'll arrange for someone to pick you up immediately. Please don't wander around after you arrive and cooperate with our arrangements."

Qin Meirou's voice carried a suspicious hint of restraint, as if she was afraid of inadvertently arousing some special interest in Yang Jian and causing her to shout incoherently on the phone.

"How is my mother?" Yang Jian asked.

Qin Meirou, "Everything has been fine. Your mother works for a reputable company with low workload, high salary, and good benefits. Don't worry, the Headquarters will do its best to take care of your family."

"That's good," Yang Jian.

He knew that ever since he took over Zhou Zheng's job, Zhao Jianguo had been keeping an eye on him and had been giving his family special care, even if it was just routine.

Therefore, Yang Jian's mother was transferred to work in J City from the very beginning.

It's less of a job and more of a protection mission, since it's the safest city and has the largest number of Ghost Tamer stationed there.

As it turns out, this arrangement was not wrong.

Judging from the Dachang City incident, the Z City incident, and even the paranormal phenomena that have occurred in some nearby areas, it is difficult to guarantee the safety of ordinary people's lives.

Although paranormal events are relatively rare, with only one or two incidents occurring in a city, Yang Jian dared not take the risk.

Back then, he wasn't capable of protecting his family, so he didn't even contact his relatives living in the countryside. After all, he couldn't guarantee that bringing his relatives to live with him would be a good thing; it might even harm others.

"What's inside? Open it and let me see." As we went through security, a staff member pointed to a middle-aged man's suitcase and said.

"No, it's nothing, just some porcelain." The middle-aged man immediately opened his suitcase.

It was indeed filled with bottles, jars, plates, bowls, and the like, but they weren't new porcelain; they looked quite old, more like antique porcelain.

The security personnel pointed to a black ceramic jar and said, "What's inside? Open it and let's see."

"There's nothing inside." The middle-aged man opened the porcelain jar.

The security personnel shone a flashlight inside, but it was completely dark and there was nothing there. They checked other items before letting him through.

Just as the middle-aged man passed through security, a commotion suddenly broke out behind him, and even nearby security guards rushed over.

"Don't be nervous, I'm Yang Jian, the person in charge of Dachang City. This is my identification." Yang Jian took out his identification from his pocket with a hint of helplessness, while placing his luggage bag beside him.

Before things could escalate, a person in charge rushed over.

"Is this Yang Jian, the Dachang City Manager? I'm so sorry, I just received a notice from above. Please follow me to board the plane through this special channel. It was my mistake that caused you this inconvenience. I hope you can understand."

"It's nothing," Yang Jian. "It's just routine. Do you want to open it and take a look?"

He pointed to the luggage bag.

"If you can cooperate, that would be best. This way, please." The person in charge was incredibly nervous.

"No need for all that trouble, let's just check here," Yang Jian gestured.

The person in charge had no choice but to agree, as he had received orders from above to provide Yang Jian with exceptionally high-level hospitality.

A female security officer opened Yang Jian's luggage bag.

Some of the unusual items are a bit puzzling, including gold boxes, special documents, and unusual equipment.

The security personnel immediately chose to report it.

However, Yang Jian quickly confirmed that it had been approved.

"Yang Jian, what are you doing with so much special equipment?" Before Yang Jian had gone far, Qin Meirou's voice rang out from her satellite-guided phone after hearing the news.

"It's nothing, it's better to be prepared. We need to be prepared in case something happens. What, you're not allowed to?" Yang Jian.

"It's not that it's not allowed, but can you guarantee that some of the special items you have won't cause any potential problems that could get out of control?" Qin Meirou asked, somewhat troubled.

"The ghosts roaming outside are far more dangerous than what I have in my hands. You should be concerned with them, not with what I have," Yang Jian.

"I'll prepare a report for you, but this is a one-time exception. It's absolutely forbidden next time, and you must not use it recklessly. You'll be held responsible if anything goes wrong," Qin Meirou said helplessly.

"Of course," Yang Jian.

As he spoke, he stopped and looked at the man coming from another boarding gate.

"Is it an illusion?"

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly; he had just sensed the Ghost Eye wriggling beneath the skin.

This is a restless signal. Generally, it means either the Ghost Eye is reviving, or there is some kind of supernatural phenomenon nearby that the Ghost Eye has sensed.

"What happened?" Qin Meirou asked again.

Yang Jian, "It's nothing. I just saw a middle-aged fat man walking with a bit of arrogance, so I couldn't help but take a second look."

"Since everything's alright, I'll disconnect now. Contact me immediately if anything comes up," Qin Meirou.

Unless it's a paranormal event, there's no need to maintain communication 24/7.

Yang Jian had just boarded the plane not long ago.

On the airport baggage truck, inside the suitcase of the middle-aged man, as it was being jostled around, the lid of an inconspicuous black earthenware pot, which hadn't been properly closed, opened a crack. At first, there was nothing unusual, but as time passed, a chilling aura gradually emanated from behind the dark pot.

The lights on the transport vehicle flickered and hissed, as if a short circuit had occurred due to a poor electrical connection.

But this detail went unnoticed.