A Dangerous Method

"This is an outdated solution."

After carefully examining the plan, Yang Jian made this judgment in his mind.

The conditions for completing this plan are very stringent.

Both groups need to ensure that no one is left behind, and one group also needs to be willing to make sacrifices.

Although the group that lit the ghost candles and attracted the ghosts wouldn't attack, they were destined to be unable to leave this Ghost Domain and would be followed by the ghosts behind them. As for why the other group was able to survive and leave safely, Yang Jian didn't know; he would only understand after trying it himself.

However, at the very bottom of the parchment, a line of seemingly unfinished writing caught Yang Jian's attention.

"Perhaps I can find a way to make that ghost misjudge the quantity."

Yang Jian paused slightly upon seeing this last line of writing.

Could the ghost misjudge the quantity?

This means that by influencing the ghost's judgment in some way, the number of other ghosts that could originally be suppressed (eight) can be mistakenly perceived as one after being influenced.

Once this incorrect judgment is made, the ghost will attack a lone person instead of the others.

But how could that be?

This is even more difficult than gathering two groups of people.

No, perhaps it really is possible.

Yang Jian immediately dismissed the impossible idea in his mind, and then he realized what the human skin paper wanted him to do.

Use that blood-stained old newspaper to erase the ghost's memory.

Only in this way will the ghost misjudge the number of ghosts.

"But, is it realistic to change a ghost's memories?" Then, this doubt resurfaced in his mind.

Leaving aside the immense danger of directly contacting ghosts during the memory-altering process, the real question is whether this blood-stained old newspaper possesses the ability to alter a ghost's memories.

Implanting memories into ghosts and altering their memories sounds so unrealistic.

Do ghosts have memories?

Perhaps they exist, perhaps they don't, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that ghosts don't act according to so-called memories. Even if memories are successfully altered using blood-stained old newspapers, it's hard to say whether it will be effective.

Even if it is effective.

Could the altered memories from this old newspaper really affect a ghost?

Yang Jian didn't know, because he had never tried it before. He only knew that the old newspaper was useful to people and to Ghost Tamer, but he had never tried it on a complete ghost.

"Could this be another trap on the parchment? It didn't tell me to use this old newspaper to change the ghost's memory; it only told me to find a way to make the ghost misjudge the number." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, sensing that this might be a potential trap.

If things go wrong, not only will he lose the ghost rope, but he'll probably lose this bloodstained old newspaper as well.

Or perhaps the trap isn't here, but rather in the contact with that ghost.

To erase the memories of the ghost, a direct confrontation is necessary.

This is the most dangerous part; if the operation fails, it will result in the complete annihilation of the entire team.

There are many places where traps can be hidden, which makes Yang Jian wary. He's unsure whether the paper human skin is genuinely trying to help him survive this supernatural event or if it's trying to kill him here.

"Yang Jian, what are you looking at?"

Beside him, Zhang Lei noticed that he had been silent the whole way, seemingly looking down at a piece of paper, completely ignoring his surroundings.

"It's nothing. I'm thinking of a way to leave here alive. We can't solve this paranormal event on our own. Just surviving is the greatest blessing we can hope for. That's the same order from Headquarters. We don't need to fight that ghost; we just need to survive."

Yang Jian slightly raised his head and clutched the human skin paper in his palm, making sure no one else could see it.

"If we gather enough people, we should be able to leave here, at least without worrying about being killed by ghosts," Wang Jiang whispered, leaning closer.

"Gathering enough people is only the first step to survival, but don't forget, we're still inside this ghost's Ghost Domain. This Ghost Domain is special; it doesn't affect the surrounding things, it doesn't cause us hallucinations, and it doesn't form a strange, special space. It simply traps us in the training base, preventing us from leaving."

Yang Jian glanced around. "If this situation continues for too long, something terrible will definitely happen that we can't predict."

"The ghost wouldn't trap us in one place for no reason. Even if we gather enough people to avoid the ghost's killing patterns and remain safe for the time being, this balance can't last forever. As long as we stay in this place, there's still a possibility of being killed."

"Yang Jian is right. We can't stay in the same place as such a terrifying ghost. Who knows what might happen if we stay there for too long?" the woman named Huang Ziya said with great concern.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Have you thought of any way to leave?" Zhang Lei asked.

Yang Jian, "I'm still thinking about it. Searching for the others is more important. The ghost is still killing people and still growing stronger. If we can't withstand this first wave of attacks, nothing we do afterward will matter."

If their number of ghosts is surpassed, then they won't even have the right to confront the ghosts head-on. With all their ghosts suppressed, they will be powerless and can only let that ghost reap the rewards.

Everyone was heavy-hearted.

The joy of escaping death was quickly dispelled, leaving only a lingering shadow of death looming over my heart, making me feel suffocated.

But the will to survive drove them to do the right thing, seeking that glimmer of hope for survival.

After all, the Ghost Tamer can come to the training base have stronger mental fortitude than ordinary people; otherwise, some people would have broken down long ago in the face of despair, death, and terror.

Time is of the essence.

The search for other people is accelerating.

Because of the presence of the ghosts, everyone is unable to act separately. Faced with this empty training base and severely obstructed visibility, the search efficiency is extremely low. So far, no other Ghost Tamer have been found besides themselves.

So far, there are still five people, and the number of ghosts is 8.

"Damn it, where did everyone else go? There's not a sound. We've searched half of this area and still haven't found anyone else." Someone was getting anxious, and their tone was more of a strange fear than anger.

"If this continues, our situation will likely become very bad," Wang Jiang said, looking somewhat dejected.

A hint of anger flickered across Zhang Lei's stiff, pale face. "Stop talking nonsense. We've already made it out of the dormitory alive, which means this paranormal event wasn't entirely hopeless for us. As long as we try, we can definitely leave here alive."

He was comforting these people, and at the same time, trying to nip that thread of despair in the bud.

"Look ahead."

Suddenly, Huang Ziya, who had been observing her surroundings, pointed nervously ahead.

It was a concrete road with trees lining it, but in the middle of the road was a pool of blood and half a mangled corpse. Nearby, there were also signs of a struggle.

This is a Ghost Tamer has already been murdered.

Upon seeing this, everyone's eyes narrowed, and a chill ran through them.

Not long ago, a ghost came here, killed a lone person, took the ghost from his body, and then left.

As a result, the number of ghosts that can be suppressed has increased again, perhaps to 7 or perhaps to 8.

If it's the former, they still have some breathing room; if it's the latter, and the ghost kills another person, the five of them will be isolated, and the result will be fatal.

"Yang Jian, is there any hope for us if we continue like this?" Wang Jiang looked at him in horror, his voice tinged with despair.

With each person the demons kill, they get closer to death, yet they have made no progress so far. At this rate, death seems to be their inevitable end.

Yang Jian stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked at the mangled corpse.

He also sensed that if they continued to fight the vengeful ghost like this, they would surely die; the speed at which they could gather the others was far slower than the ghost's killing speed.

"This can't go on. We need to find a different way, or everyone will die, including me."

He muttered to himself, then looked at the human skin paper in his hand, and a dangerous plan surfaced in his mind.

"Yang Jian, what are you saying?" Zhang Lei didn't hear clearly and asked again.

Yang Jian didn't say much, but simply took something out of his bag.

A white candle.

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