Soul Bottle

"This is the source?"

At this moment, a cordon had been set up in the distance on the airfield, and Yang Jian, Shen Liang, Guo Fan, and some other staff members were looking at the suitcase next to them.

It's hard to imagine that the first place where the paranormal event occurred was inside a suitcase.

Moreover, the suitcase was damaged, with strange gaps in it, as if something had escaped from inside.

"So the ghost was brought onto the plane in a passenger's suitcase? Who did it? Find that passenger and ask him how he wants to die. Daring to bring a ghost to J City, are they looking to cause me trouble?"

One of them spoke with a grim face, his tone revealing a dangerous aura, like that of a madman, sending chills down one's spine.

Yang Jian glanced at him.

The speaker was Chen Yi, one of the people in charge of J City. Chen Yi was only one of them because there was more than one Ghost Tamer responsible for the safety of J City.

Chen Yi appears to be normal, but a closer look reveals a faint stench of decay emanating from him. His fingers are slightly stiff, and lividity has appeared on the back of his hands. Although he speaks loudly, he wears a thick mask, seemingly intentionally covering his mouth.

If someone like that stood at a street corner at night, he would definitely terrify many people.

"Another dangerous guy. His body is almost like a vengeful ghost. He probably controls more than just two ghosts. But his condition is worse than mine. I wonder how long he can last." Yang Jian thought to himself, while becoming slightly wary of the man named Chen Yi.

The closer Ghost Tamer is to the resurrection of a vengeful spirit, the more terrifying they become.

Because at that time everything had become increasingly ghostly, no one knew whether he was a human one moment and a ghost the next.

"Chen Yi, don't worry, there's a record on the suitcase, the person who checked it in will be found soon. The most important thing now is to find out what's inside," Shen Liang comforted him, his tone very polite.

"I'll open the box." Guo Fan's face was ashen, making people instinctively avoid him.

Although opening the box for inspection carries some risk, Yang Jian has successfully restrained the ghost, so the risk is very limited. Moreover, with so many people present, representing the nation's top Ghost Tamer, any problems that might arise can be resolved.

"Be careful," Shen Liang said, taking a step back.

What hasn't Guo Fan seen? He even survived the Z City incident, didn't he?

The small box didn't frighten him, but he still maintained a necessary level of vigilance.

Soon.

The damaged suitcase was opened, but there were no strange items or bloodstains inside as expected.

Some very ordinary things.

Some of the cups, saucers, ceramic jars, and the like look quite old.

"These are some antiques. There are also certificates of authenticity and purchase contracts here. The procedures are very formal," a staff member next to him said immediately after observing for a few moments.

"What a joke!" Chen Yi's face twisted in a grimace. "After all this work, a whole bunch of people just to see this garbage? I want the source of this supernatural occurrence, I want the results."

He seemed to be losing control of his emotions, making him appear increasingly dangerous.

Yang Jian, who had been silent, frowned slightly.

This person's emotions were so out of control, affecting him even more than I was, yet he was able to become one of the leaders in J City.

Could it be someone with connections?

Of course, he dismissed the idea as soon as it came to mind.

The Chen Yi was transferred to J City means that his mental state is definitely not a problem; at the very least, he can't be a ticking time bomb. The only explanation is that this guy has a naturally bad temper, and after becoming Ghost Tamer, he was influenced by the ghosts, which intensified his violent nature and made his temper even more uncontrollable.

"It's not all trash. I can sense that this is the source of this paranormal airplane incident." Guo Fan, with a deadpan expression, pointed to a dark, unremarkable ceramic piece.

This ceramic piece has a very ordinary shape, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. It is neither exquisite nor antique, yet it gives people a strange feeling.

Looking through the bottle opening, all that could be seen was pitch blackness, like a bottomless abyss.

"Let me take a look." A staff member volunteered and walked over.

"I am Professor Bai's student, and I have some expertise in historical matters. Perhaps I can offer some assistance to you."

"Take a look." Shen Liang nodded, approving his actions.

The accompanying personnel this time were quite substantial, including people from various fields.

This paranormal event has significant research value.

The staff member looked at the bottle and said, "This isn't an ordinary bottle; it's a soul bottle."

"What is a Soul Bottle?" Guo Fan asked from the side.

"In some ancient tombs, two bottles would be placed next to the coffin. These bottles were used to hold the soul of the deceased, hence the name 'soul bottles.' However, soul bottles are no longer used in modern burial culture. Furthermore, this particular soul bottle is a modern product, and it wasn't made in a famous kiln. It was produced in a rural earthen kiln, and judging from the material, it's at most a hundred years old."

At this point, the staff member said with some doubt, "It's strange. This soul bottle doesn't seem to be from a tomb because it doesn't smell of soil or have a fishy odor. I wonder what the original owner intended to do with it."

One hundred years ago?

Yang Jian's gaze darkened slightly; he had noticed this crucial information.

Is this another product of the Republican Era?

The basement of Hongfa Temple was also built Republican Era, as was the old house in Guangjiang Residential Area. Even the plate with the fried rice that appeared in the ghost cabinet was a porcelain piece from the Republic of Republican Era.

All the strange information pointed to the same period.

"So, this bottle was used to hold ghosts before?" Zhong Shan was also looking at the bottle. He wasn't interested in antiques, only in their provenance.

"That's a possibility, the bottle cap is still here." The staff member picked up the bottle cap from the side.

Zhong Shan smiled and said, "There's no need to doubt it. I never need uncertain answers when I do things. Let's take advantage of the large number of people here today and get to the bottom of this."

As he spoke, he walked over, picked up the soul bottle, and smashed it on the ground.

The soul bottle shattered, and porcelain pieces cracked all over the ground.

A golden bottle emerged from the porcelain.

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched immediately upon seeing this.

Gold?

Not only him, but everyone else was also taken aback.

"The porcelain is a disguise, just to cover up this golden bottle. Since the bottle is made of gold, the result is obvious." Zhong Shan smiled lightly.

Gold is money in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of Ghost Tamer, it is an object for containing ghosts.

Each Ghost Tamer possesses numerous golden containers.

Boxes, bags, Gold Foil Paper, crates—all sorts of shapes are available. Just use whatever is convenient for you; even bottle shapes aren't unusual.

"Something left behind by Ghost Tamer from a hundred years ago? It just happened to end up in the hands of ordinary people, and was bought as an antique. Then, because of the turbulence on the plane, the bottle cap fell off, and the ghost inside was released." Yang Jian had already analyzed the whole story in his mind.

It was purely an accident.

There is no source. If there were a source, we would have to ask people from a hundred years ago.

"So, it really was all for nothing?" Guo Fan, whose face was already expressionless, looked even worse. "A whole group of people just circling around a bottle, with absolutely no research value whatsoever."

The ghost in the bottle is in Yang Jian's hands. The bottle is empty; only the gold is worth something.

But are the people here short of money?

Meanwhile, the investigation on the other side yielded results: the owner of the suitcase was found.

Two special agents escorted a middle-aged man who had become overweight.

"Wan Delu?" Yang Jian was slightly taken aback when he saw the middle-aged man.

He had exchanged a few words with this Wan Delu on the plane in first class before. They weren't exactly acquaintances, but they had met once before.

At this moment, the CEO of Wan Delu, the listed company, was trembling like a frightened bird, seemingly more panicked and uneasy than if he had encountered a supernatural event.

Perhaps he already had a vague premonition that he had gotten himself into some terrible trouble.