Li Yao's Intelligence

Yang Jian went to bed very late last night because so many things had happened recently, and he needed to think about and make judgments about many things.

This was somewhat difficult for a high school student with little life experience, because some things couldn't be done according to one's own personality, such as the conflict at Headquarters, Cao Yanhua's advice, and the assessment of the situation.

Teachers at school won't teach you these things, and this isn't a school.

He wasn't sure whether some choices were right or wrong; all Yang Jian could do was always protect his own interests before making any decisions.

"Suffering a loss is a blessing" is a saying used to comfort people.

For people like Yang Jian, suffering a loss can lead to death, or even execution.

This is not children playing house; it is a battle for survival.

Morning.

A phone call woke Yang Jian from his deep sleep.

It's his personal cell phone. He broke his last one, but he has plenty of spares. He can just change the SIM card and keep using it. He can afford it now.

"Hello, is this Yang Jian?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone, polite yet somewhat reserved.

Yang Jian couldn't recognize the voice, but after glancing at the caller ID, he immediately remembered that it was someone he had met on the plane to J City.

His name is Wan Delu, the CEO of Wan De Group. He got involved because of a paranormal event on the plane.

"Oh, it's Mr. Wan. What can I do for you?" Yang Jian asked.

Wan Delu's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Hehe, Brother Leg, you really do have a bad memory. Didn't you ask me to investigate that antique last time? Well, I've spent a lot of time and effort these past few days, contacting quite a few people, and I've finally made some progress. When would be a convenient time for us to meet and have a meal?"

"About the Soul Bottle?" Yang Jian's spirits immediately lifted slightly; he remembered this very important matter.

"Come find me at the Ping An Hotel. You should know the address since you were here last time, so I won't repeat it."

"Okay, shall I go over now?" Wan Delu asked.

Yang Jian, "Sure, I have time today. You can come anytime, but don't keep me waiting too long."

"Don't worry, Brother Leg, I'll be there soon. Please wait a moment," Wan Delu said, his tone both warm and very polite.

"That's all for now, contact me if you need anything." Yang Jian said and hung up the phone.

"The ghosts in the other soul bottles? They're probably relics from another old house from the Republican Era." He glanced back at the golden bottle on the bedside table.

The bottle is empty.

The ghost inside escaped, and Yang Jian has yet to find any trace of it.

However, as his only gain, Yang Jian took one of the ghost's hands and attached it to his own body using the ghost's shadow.

Of course, he didn't want to see this kind of piecing together. At that time, the headless ghost instincts took over, causing the ghost to lose control. This loss of control resulted in him losing one of his hands. In a sense, Yang Jian's body was getting closer and closer to a real ghost.

The only saving grace was that he still retained his rationality.

"However, to be honest, I haven't really explored the abilities of this ghost hand yet. I only know that it can always hide in the Ghost Domain, invisible to ordinary people. Besides that, it seems to be able to control other people's hands, but I don't know how to use this ability." Yang Jian pondered.

He hasn't fully utilized his third ghost, nor has he explored it deeply enough.

After all, I haven't had much time to practice driving it, and I haven't had time to try it out recently.

Just like when I first mastered the Ghost Eye, some abilities can only be discovered through continuous experimentation; they cannot be mastered immediately upon first try.

Since Wan Delu is coming, he won't go to Headquarters today to urge Cao Yanhua to pay his salary.

He got up, took a shower, and looked at his healthy complexion and muscular physique in the mirror. Although the dark shadow beneath his feet gave off a chilling aura that made him uncomfortable, Yang Jian felt that he was perhaps in the best state of his life.

It's just unclear how long this situation can last.

The ability of Ghost Deceiver must have its limits. Once the ghost's influence on the body becomes severe, it will be difficult to use the Ghost Deceiver and recover.

"Ding-dong!"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"We've arrived at Wan Delu so quickly? This guy really put in a lot of effort."

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment; it probably hadn't even been a quarter of an hour.

After getting dressed and stepping out of the bathroom, he opened the door only to find that it wasn't Wan Delu who rang the doorbell, but a woman—a tall, beautiful woman wearing sunglasses, like a model from a magazine cover.

Li Yao?

Yang Jian's gaze sharpened. He had met this woman before, but what impressed him most was not her appearance or figure, but the fact that he had altered her memory with blood-stained old newspapers.

"Why are you here?" he asked in a cold, even wary tone.

"Don't be nervous, people on WeChat Moments won't find out about our relationship." Li Yao took off her sunglasses and said with a grin, then walked over and took Yang Jian's arm. "Haven't seen me for days, have you missed me?"

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly; he was still somewhat unaccustomed to Li Yao's enthusiasm.

After all, the two were not only strangers before, but also hostile strangers; this sudden contrast is not so easy to accept.

This shows just how terrifying the influence of ghosts can be on people.

"I've been busy lately, I haven't had time to think about you. Since you're here, come in." Yang Jian thought for a moment, not wanting to be too aloof, otherwise how could he and Li Yao continue their charade?

Li Yao said with a smile, "I know what you've been busy with lately. You've definitely been busy with things on WeChat Moments, right? You personally took down Gao Zhiqiang at Headquarters, and you almost got into a conflict with Jiang Shangbai at the conference table. It almost escalated into a major battle. If it weren't for the people at Headquarters keeping things in check, things would probably have gotten out of control."

As soon as Yang Jian sat down, she was surprised by what she said and said, "Your information network is indeed very good. You know about what happened yesterday, and it was a top secret, today?"

Things that happen at Headquarters generally don't get out, especially bad news like this.

Li Yao took the initiative to wrap her arms around Yang Jian's neck, straddle his lap, and said in a coquettish tone, "Then why don't you praise me? Maybe I know some more important things."

"What's more important?" Yang Jian asked, staring straight at her without looking away.

"Give me a kiss and I'll tell you," Li Yao said with a grin, tilting her face up.

Yang Jian, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me; I'm not very interested."

Li Yao seemed afraid that Yang Jian would be angry, so she quickly softened her tone. "Okay, okay, I was just joking. How could I not tell you such important news? I even skipped work to come here today, and I didn't even have time for breakfast. You have to treat me to a good meal later."

Towards the end, her tone became sweet and cloyingly mushy, like a clingy little enchantress.

Yang Jian remained unmoved, simply looking at her calmly.

Li Yao leaned against him and whispered, "Just last night, a few people in my WeChat Moments held an impromptu meeting because of you. The meeting was to discuss how to deal with you."

"What, so the people in my WeChat Moments have decided to abort me after all?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, not too surprised by the news.

"A Ghost Tamer named Ma Tianxiong proposed such a plan, but it was rejected by several others, especially Jiang Shangbai. He felt that you were in great danger and didn't want to overturn the table unless absolutely necessary." Li Yao whispered this news into Yang Jian's ear.

She dared not speak loudly, lest she be eavesdropped on. Although Yang Jian had removed all the listening devices here last time, who knew if they had been reinstalled while Yang Jian was away.

Yang Jian sneered, "It's not that I don't want to overturn the table, it's that I don't dare, because they know I also have the ability to overturn the table. If I were weaker, they probably would have made a move last night."

It seems that during the Ghost Coffin Incident, Jiang Shangbai saw his own abilities and was thus intimidated.