Clues Left Behind
"Speaking of this bottle, no, it should be called the Soul Bottle. This story begins with a friend of mine, about three days ago."
Wan Delu sat on the sofa, remained silent for a while, sorted out his thoughts, and calmed himself down before beginning to talk about the origin of that special bottle.
Yang Jian sat calmly to the side, listening.
But then he remembered something, waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, I almost forgot something."
Wan Delu paused for a moment and looked at him.
Yang Jian's Ghost Eye opened strangely at this moment, scanning around the presidential suite. When he closed his Ghost Eye, there was a pile of various electronic components on the coffee table in front of him.
"Liu Xiaoyu did remind me before that even my home computer at Headquarters could be hacked. Now that I'm in J City and have been placed in a special resting area, some form of eavesdropping is unavoidable. There's probably no privacy left when we're talking here."
He shook his head slightly.
These listening devices were placed in extremely hidden locations; they would have been completely undetectable unless a thorough search using the Ghost Domain was conducted.
"These are listening devices?" Wan Delu's eyes widened. "There are so many!"
"Let's not talk about that anymore, please continue," Yang Jian said.
Wan Delu nodded before carefully recounting his experience from three days prior.
The specific process wasn't too complicated. He had become fascinated with antique collecting in recent years, which led him to meet a friend who also bought and sold antiques.
Three days ago, Wan Delu and his friend went to an antique street in a small town because his friend had heard that a batch of antiques had suddenly appeared on the antique street, and that they were all rare genuine items. This piqued his interest, so he went there specifically to buy them.
"So you bought this on an antique street?" Yang Jian pointed to the bottle.
"That's right, I spent 30,000 yuan on this bottle. The other antiques are even more expensive, some cost 100,000 yuan, some cost 200,000 yuan," Wan Delu nodded.
Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. "Can you find out where this bottle came from? I need to know its exact history before it was sold."
Wan Delu said, "Actually, I also asked my friend about this. According to a shop owner on the antique street, the antiques came from a nearby village. It is said that people in a certain village found a batch of antiques buried underground when their ancestral home was demolished. Because they were short of money, they sold them on the antique street in the town."
"My friend and I arrived later, missing the best buying opportunity, and had to pay a high price to buy it from those buyers."
Yang Jian tapped the coffee table and said, "I need information about that batch of antiques, especially sealed ones like bottles and jars. If you find any, ask your friend to buy them all. Money is not a problem."
"This is such a small amount of money, why would Brother Leg need to pay for it? I'll call my friend and have him make another trip and buy up all the eligible antiques on the entire antique street," Wan Delu, patting his chest with a confident smile.
As the CEO of a listed company, he certainly has that much capital.
Moreover, it's not a matter of being stingy with money anymore; if this matter isn't resolved, his life might be in danger.
"Once you find an antique, you don't need to bring it to me to see; just smash it immediately without opening the bottle cap."
Yang Jian pointed to the bottle next to him and said, "If there is a layer of gold inside, then that's what I'm looking for. This kind of special bottle is unique and easy to identify, and you also know what's inside."
"Understood, understood." Cold sweat broke out on Wan Delu's forehead.
This single soul bottle has already caused such a huge incident; if there were more bottles, the town would probably be in serious trouble.
Who knows if a few foolish people might open the bottle and release the ghost inside.
He immediately picked up the phone and hurriedly contacted his antique friend.
"Judging from this situation, it seems that the ghost was previously restrained by Ghost Tamer, and now it has been dug out by some ignorant people and sold as an antique. This is quite dramatic. The Ghost Tamer imprisoned this ghost should have taken this into consideration, which is why he hid the golden bottle in a ceramic bottle."
"They thought this dark-colored bottle wouldn't attract attention, but they never expected it would be dug up and sold by later generations."
Yang Jian shook his head slightly, feeling that the Ghost Tamer back then hadn't thought things through long enough.
But we can't blame them; after all, they've done a pretty good job to even get this far.
If it were Yang Jian himself, and he died now, the ghosts he kept in the rooms on the fifth floor of his house would probably be discovered.
Can I blame myself for not dealing with it now?
No.
Since the death of Ghost Tamer can be sudden, and no one can prepare for their funeral in advance, it's already quite fortunate that they can find a basement to hide these dangerous things.
As for those Ghost Tamer can calmly prepare for their aftermath, there is only one type.
That was a top-tier being who had overcome the resurgence of vengeful spirits and had walked the path of controlling them for a long time.
"In that case, the Ghost Tamer created this soul bottle and the owner of that old house from the Republican era in Guangjiang Residential Area should be from the same era. Moreover, judging from these arrangements, the terrifying nature of the owner of the old house from the Republican era should far exceed that of the owner of this soul bottle."
Yang Jian's eyes flickered.
He made this judgment based on what the two left behind.
The owner of the Soul Bottle simply imprisoned the ghost in a bottle made of gold, which is similar to Yang Jian's current situation and is consistent with the mainstream practice now.
However, the owner of that old house from the Republican era suspected that he had trapped a ghost inside a ghost mirror.
Yang Jian had previously suspected that the owner of that old house from the Republican era had left behind a ghost mirror and a ghost cabinet, but why hadn't he left behind any other imprisoned ghosts?
Yang Jian now even more certain.
The original owner of that old house from the Republican era must have imprisoned the ghost inside the ghost mirror.
Ghosts were used to restrict ghosts.
This method is clearly more Gao Ming.
The thought of the countless ghosts in that ghost mirror sent chills down Yang Jian.
If that's true, then one can only imagine just how terrifying the owner of that old house must have been.
However, Yang Jian then felt a strange bitterness.
Such a top figure, in the end, left behind only a dilapidated old house, and three rooms that had to be prepared for his descendants to house ghost mirrors and ghost cabinets, in order to deal with the possibility of vengeful ghosts resurrecting in the future.
It is evident that even these top-tier Ghost Tamer ultimately succumb to the power of demons.
Thinking about this, Yang Jian could already see his future fate.
Just like it is now.
The vengeful spirit's instincts have begun to affect his thinking. If this situation is not improved, although he will not die from the resurrection of the ghost, his thinking will be reduced to the vengeful spirit's instincts.
Without thought, am I still myself?
It's nothing more than a vengeful ghost wandering the city.
At that moment, Wan Delu was on the phone with his friend, shouting loudly, "I don't care what methods you use or how much money you spend, you have to buy up all the antiques that meet the requirements on that street. Remember, all of them. Also, the key is to find out which village's ancestral home is being demolished."
"Especially the antiques in that old house, that's the focus of the acquisition. Whether it's one million, ten million, or even one hundred million, I have to get it for myself."
"Exaggeration? Not at all. My life depends on those bottles and jars right now. If they can't find me, I'm done for. Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly if you get this done."
"And one more thing to remember, whatever you do, don't open those bottles. Once you find them, store them carefully. I'll have someone come and collect them."
"That's it, I'm hanging up now. What? I wasn't kidnapped! I'm perfectly fine in J City. Remember, whatever you do, don't open those bottles. There's no reason why, unless you want to die."
After talking for a while, Wan Delu gave many instructions before hanging up the phone.
"Brother Leg, I've made all the arrangements. We should have results in about ten days."
"Very good." Yang Jian nodded; "I'll make sure you're alright after this is done."
He didn't want to achieve his goal through Headquarters' channels; otherwise, there would be no need for the acquisition. He could have simply blocked off the streets, visited each household, and found the source without difficulty.
"That's only right, after all, we owe a great debt to Brother Leg for his chivalrous rescue this time," Wan Delu said with an embarrassed smile.
Yang Jian added, "You can move around in J City during this time, but you're not allowed to leave. You still have to follow the rules. Don't even try to escape. If you do, not only will Chen Yi not let you off the hook, but I won't either."
"Understood, understood." Wan Delu nodded hurriedly.
He wouldn't dare run away.
If he runs, he'll probably become a wanted criminal nationwide, and if caught, he'll definitely be executed.
"That's enough for today. I need to rest. Make yourself at home." Yang Jian stood up, preparing to return to his room to rest.
Although he doesn't need to sleep to stay awake for long periods, it's better to get some rest and be mentally prepared, considering he'll be very busy in the coming period.