Professor Bai

Under the sunshade.

Wang Xiaoming sat there motionless, with the first jet-black, diamond-shaped awl on the table in front of him.

As for Yang Jian, he left.

"He refused?" Li Jun suddenly appeared beside him.

Wang Xiaoming said, "He will agree, it just takes a little time. Besides, I like dealing with people who reject me, because when they reject you, they understand what price they will have to pay and what consequences it will bring. People who are clear about themselves are often more trustworthy than those who act impulsively at the sight of a little benefit."

"Now all we have to do is wait. I've already given him a subtle hint; he probably won't dare use that plan anymore. Having lost his last trump card, all he can do is trade with me, and my offer is high enough."

"Let's go. There are more important things to take care of. Let's put Yang Jian aside for now and let him get through his seven-day training first," Wang Xiaoming said, standing up.

Now.

Yang Jian walked alone on the road to the training base.

His thoughts were complicated.

Because Wang Xiaoming already knew about the existence of the human skin paper, even though Wang Xiaoming had never seen it, it didn't stop him from guessing it. After all, his suicide attempt last time had given him enough information.

"He wanted the human skin paper because his research on the ghost coffin failed. He had to find another way to control the vengeful ghosts, and my success story gave him enough confidence. He felt that my method was the right one. Moreover, that terrifying entity that could mindlessly suppress the abilities of three ghosts was also successfully broken by Wang Xiaoming, crashing and turning into a coffin nail."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly.

So, should I make the deal with him?

He was well aware of the special nature of the human skin paper, and the plan he had recently proposed to revive Tong Qian had begun to reveal a terrible trap.

If he hadn't accidentally discovered that Tong Qian was a ghost, the crying and smiling faces would have already been swapped onto the ghost, and then perfectly controlled by that ghost, ultimately leading to a total annihilation.

Even now, thinking about it, Yang Jian still feels a bit scared.

Therefore, Wang Xiaoming was not wrong in some ways; the paper-skin scheme is no longer credible.

Although the plan was correct, it concealed a trap that was impossible to detect. Yang Jian dared not gamble that he would be just as lucky next time, able to see through the human skin trap and survive successfully.

Even if we succeed next time, what about the time after that?

If the trap in the human skin paper scheme succeeds even once, Yang Jian will be finished.

"I can't afford to gamble. If I go all in every time, I'll lose everything sooner or later, and I might even lose my life." He shook his head helplessly.

In fact.

Yang Jian had another alternative plan. Besides the human skin paper, he also had the ghost cabinet, another unconventional option.

If he could get help from the ghost cabinet in exchange for two conditions, he could also solve his own problem.

It comes at a clear price, but there are no trading traps; it all depends on whether you can meet the requirements of the Ghost Chef.

There are no traps during the transaction itself, but what about the outcome afterward?

Once the Ghost Chest has used Yang Jian to achieve all its goals, no one can predict what the consequences will be.

"Whether it's human skin paper or a ghost cabinet, neither is a good thing. If you're not careful, you're doomed. Dealing with ghosts isn't easy." Yang Jian sighed, revealing his utter helplessness.

This helplessness is like light being swallowed by darkness, leaving you with no hope of surviving.

Every Ghost Tamer, like Yang Jian, gropes their way forward in the darkness, walking alongside vengeful spirits; one wrong step means utter destruction.

"Young man, stop sighing all day long. Be more positive. There are still many wonderful things in this world waiting for you." At this moment, Zhao Jianguo's voice rang out, and he strode over from behind with a smile on his face.

Yang Jian asked with some surprise, "Weren't you executed?"

Zhao Jianguo's smile froze instantly.

How dare this guy talk like that?

If you weren't Ghost Tamer, you'd definitely get your legs broken if you said that outside.

That's too offensive.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I was just laid off. I'm currently working at the training base, responsible for receiving you," Zhao Jianguo said.

"So you went from being the head of the communications department at Headquarters to a waiter. That's pretty miserable. Are you getting used to running errands like serving tea and water? How's the salary? Is it enough to cover the gas money?" Yang Jian bombarded him with questions.

Zhao Jianguo, however, wasn't annoyed. He chuckled and said, "Not bad, it's alright, quite leisurely. I just read the newspaper when I have nothing to do."

"Reading the newspaper will still cause problems," Yang Jian.

"Although you still have the same temper, I'm honestly quite happy to see you still alive. So, have you seen Liu Xiaoyu?" Zhao Jianguo asked.

Yang Jian, "That short girl who likes to dress up as a little girl?"

"Don't young people all like this style?" Zhao Jianguo said.

"Do you think the word 'like' still exists in my life?" Yang Jian.

Zhao Jianguo smiled and said, "You can give it a try. At worst, you can make friends. She cares about you."

"Many people care about me, but not in that kind of way. They're all concerned about whether I'm dead or alive," Yang Jian.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm a semi-retired person, so I can't interfere with your young people's affairs. You've gone the wrong way. The first day's training is over there. You really should listen to the first lesson; it will be very enlightening for you, and at least it will help you overcome some of your fear of ghosts." Zhao Jianguo pointed to the right and led the way. "Follow me, I'll take you there."

"There won't be math, Chinese, English, or anything like that, will there?" Yang Jian asked.

"No, just treat it as a story, it's very relaxing," Zhao Jianguo said.

Soon.

Zhao Jianguo led Yang Jian to a room in the training base.

The room was very large.

There were more than a dozen newcomers sitting there.

There were a few familiar faces, such as Zhang Lei and Wang Jiang, whom I had met before at the Ping An Hotel, as well as some strangers I had never met before.

Without a doubt, these people are all Ghost Tamer.

At the other end of the room was a podium, where a middle-aged man with graying temples, short hair, a serious expression, and full of energy was giving a lecture very earnestly. On the blackboard were some key words: ghost, history, origin, conjecture, and the like.

"Yang Jian, you're late. Sit over here and come listen to Professor Bai's lecture. It's a very good theory." Zhang Lei waved his hand to signal.

"I should go back and read the newspaper. Be careful and don't cause any trouble."

Zhao Jianguo gave him earnest advice, fearing that if there were too many people Yang Jian, that unruly troublemaker, might cause some trouble.

Yang Jian ignored him and walked into the classroom.

I never imagined that I would still be attending classes after leaving No. 7 Middle School.

Professor Bai on the podium glanced at Yang Jian, who had just entered, but didn't say much. In the past, he would have definitely criticized him, but the people in the audience were all extraordinary, and no teacher dared to do anything about it.

"Who is this Professor Bai?" Yang Jian asked softly after getting off the plane.

Zhang Lei said, "When he introduced himself before, I think his name was Bai Xuewen. He has been studying the history of various countries since college, especially the supernatural and ghost stories. He is a very prestigious professor and a great writer. Have you read Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?"

"I've seen a bit of it; Nie Xiaoqian has very large breasts."

"This professor translated Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. Wait, which version did you read?"

Zhang Lei gave him a strange look, then continued, "Not only classical Chinese, but he has also translated books from other countries. I heard he speaks at least five languages and is a national treasure. If it weren't for Headquarters, how would uncultured people like us have had the chance to hear a lecture by this great professor?"

Clearly, he had great respect for Professor Bai.

"As Professor Bai mentioned before, the historical records of ghosts can be traced back to the origin of human civilization, and our ancestors have had a tradition of worshipping ghosts and gods since ancient times." Zhang Lei then gave Yang Jian a refresher lesson, telling him about the content of the previous lecture.

"Is he trying to explain the current paranormal events by using Ghost Monster stories?"

Yang Jian smiled slightly, "A good cover-up method. Starting from history and combining it with folk tales from various countries, a terrifying and bizarre event is forcibly turned into something that already happened in history."

"In this way, people's fear can indeed be reduced, and public sentiment can be stabilized."