First Lesson

After hearing Zhang Lei's words, and considering some of the content of Professor Bai's lecture, Yang Jian roughly understood the Headquarters' intentions.

The occurrence of paranormal events is abnormal in itself, but as these events continue to happen and more and more people become aware of the existence of ghosts, a reasonable explanation is needed for the whole country and even the world to eliminate most of the fear in people's hearts. We don't have to completely overcome the fear, but at least we need to reduce it.

This necessitates a set of statements that everyone can trust and that are without any flaws.

Only in this way can the horror and eeriness of paranormal events be concealed, and the basic global order be prevented from collapsing.

But to fabricate a lie that everyone can believe, one can only search through the past, because everyone trusts history. And top writers like Professor Bai aim to extract information from these historical records, combine them, and form a completely new narrative.

Of course, we should also try to ignore the plot holes in the story.

This argument may not stand up to close scrutiny, but if it's widely publicized, most people will believe it.

Yang Jian tried to trace the past and find answers, but failed, because the answers only exist in the future. As the vengeful ghosts continue to revive, the truth will gradually emerge. Just as he learned the truth about the coffin nails today, he will eventually learn the truth about ghosts. However, he was still quite interested in Professor Bai's unconventional explanation.

Professor Bai continued lecturing from the podium, "Throughout global history, the word 'ghost' has existed almost as long as human history has progressed. It's just that the names for ghosts differ slightly in the documents and historical records of different countries. That thing can be called a ghost, a phantom, an evil spirit, a spirit of the dead, and so on."

"Of course, the form of address doesn't matter, does it?"

"Our history records ghosts in much more detail. No matter which dynasty, whether it is official history, unofficial history, or even folk legends, the word ghost appears frequently. This shows that this thing has a historical basis and is not something that comes out of thin air or is made up out of thin air."

"You're talking complete nonsense. The ghosts in the stories are nothing like the ones we've encountered. The books say ghosts are afraid of Daoist priests and peach wood swords. Do you think the thing we've encountered is afraid of that? Why don't you let a Daoist priest try to stab me with a peach wood sword? If he can't kill me, then I'll stab him to death and see who dies first."

One person, feeling insulted by this, immediately stood up, utterly ashamed and angry.

To distort terrifying paranormal events like this, what kind of people are they?

Isn't it just a pile of dog shit, even worse than a piece of wood?

"Please sit down. This is just my personal opinion. You don't have to take it seriously. I'm just stating my personal viewpoint. I hope you'll listen patiently." Professor Bai was very well-mannered and not angry. He simply gestured for the person to sit down.

Yang Jian remained calm; he felt that the other person had a terrible temper and was very unsteady.

This lecture was clearly designed to dispel most people's fear of ghosts, revealing their identities from a historical and literary perspective to make the unknown less frightening.

Let's treat this class as a psychological comfort session; there's no need to argue about it.

Professor Bai continued his lecture, starting with the origins of human history and recounting stories of gods, ghosts, and strange tales from various dynasties. These stories were clearly recorded, verifiable, and deliberately selected as source material.

Some people didn't take it seriously, some were drowsy, and some simply started playing on their phones.

If this group of people were students, they would all be poor students, and not a single one of them would pass the exam.

"By the way, speaking of the current position of city manager, it is actually quite well-documented. It is a profession that has existed since ancient times, and it is not something that was just made up out of thin air. It's just that the era is different and the name is different, so everyone's understanding is different. What you think does not exist, you can often find some clues by tracing the footsteps of history."

Professor Bai picked up the chalk, turned around, and wrote as he spoke, "The duty of the city's head is to be responsible for supernatural events in the city and to protect the city's residents from being harmed by evil spirits. This kind of position actually existed in ancient times, but back then they weren't called heads; they were called City God."

"The duty of the City God is to apprehend evil spirits and protect the local area. Isn't that similar to your role?"

Professor Bai turned around, and two powerful characters on the blackboard behind him stood out clearly: City God.

Yang Jian frowned slightly upon seeing this word.

Person in charge: City God.

The two are indeed very similar, seemingly products of different eras, but essentially the same.

"You've already brought out the City God, why don't you ask the Buddha to catch the ghost? Don't rely on us Ghost Tamer, just burn some incense at the temple, kowtow a few times, and the paranormal incident will be solved."

The person who had just sat down became angry again and said, "You dare to teach us such heretical and unorthodox theories?"

Professor Bai remained unperturbed, simply smiling.

"Hey, can't you be quiet for a second? Stop talking nonsense all the time," Zhang Lei said, turning around stiffly to warn the man.

"Did I speak to you? Do you also endorse this heretical doctrine? When you go on missions, do you also go to temples to burn incense and pray for divine protection?" The man sneered, "Everyone knows exactly what they're facing. Coming up with this stuff is an insult to me."

"I barely survived, facing such terrifying things to get this far, not because of the protection of gods and Buddhas."

"No one is forcing you to accept these things. I just hope you can show some respect to Professor Bai. This is a training base, not a vegetable market. Don't swear at people all the time. No one is going to tolerate your temper," Zhang Lei said in a deep voice.

"Alright, alright, calm down, everyone. It's nothing serious. Just treat this as listening to a story. There's no need to argue. If my lecture was wrong, it's normal to scold me a bit. After all, misleading students does deserve criticism." Professor Bai advised, remaining very gentle and showing no sign of anger.

"Very good theory, Professor Bai, please continue your lecture. If anyone disturbs us again, I don't mind throwing that person out." Yang Jian seemed quite interested in continuing to listen, and waved his hand in acknowledgment.

"Who's so arrogant as to throw me out?" the man roared.

Yang Jian turned to look at him. "I'm that arrogant. If you don't keep quiet, I'll make sure you don't live to take office."

The man was stunned when he saw Yang Jian, and he was about to retort but immediately stopped himself from speaking.

This person is... Ghost Eye Yang Jian.

We can't afford to offend them.

He swallowed his anger and had no choice but to sit down obediently.

There was a consensus among this group: never oppose Yang Jian, because they were not on the same level as Yang Jian.

As soon as Yang Jian spoke, the entire classroom immediately fell silent, and no one dared to utter a word.

"Professor Bai, please continue," Yang Jian.

Professor Bai smiled with a hint of gratitude and then continued his lecture.