A Man Who Resembled a Ghost

Was Zhang Hui's death caused by a paranormal event?

Yang Jian pondered for a moment. Although he refused Chen Yi's request, the information he gleaned from him caught his attention. If it was confirmed to be a supernatural event, then he suspected that it might be related to him.

Zhang Hui initially escaped from the training base with them and then returned to the Ping An Hotel to rest.

But the next day, Zhang Hui hurriedly left the Ping An Hotel, seemingly having discovered some danger.

But today, Zhang Hui died mysteriously in this small hotel in J City.

Most importantly, Zhang Hui's death was neither a murder nor a result of his own actions leading to the resurgence of a vengeful ghost.

"Although Chen Yi has a fiery temper and is not easy to get along with, his ability to handle affairs is definitely commendable, given that he is one of the three leaders in J City. Since he has already defined it as a paranormal event, then it is most likely true."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly as he fell into thought.

"From the training base to the Ping An Hotel, and now to his bizarre death, Zhang Hui must have sensed something was wrong with his surroundings long ago. He tried to escape some kind of danger by changing his environment, but he failed, and he died."

"This danger definitely doesn't come from the Ping An Hotel, nor from J City; it's most likely from the training base."

Because the only place with a chance to encounter paranormal events is the training base.

At that time, they experienced the Ghost Messenger incident, and the Ghost Messenger began to kill people indiscriminately, resulting in the deaths of many Ghost Tamer.

Whether other ghosts existed during that time is uncertain.

Most importantly, there is one ghost that Yang Jian has never been able to identify.

Looking at his pale, stiff hand, he realized that the unidentified ghost was the one he had released from the bottle, the ghost that came with the ghostly hand.

At the time, in order to make up the number of ghosts on his side, he forcibly opened the bottle that contained the ghost. Later, in order to deal with the Ghost Messenger, the ghost that accompanied him was briefly ignored. After the matter was over, Yang Jian used three layers of Ghost Domain but still couldn't find the ghost, but he believed that the matter was over.

That ghost was most likely left in the ghost Ghost Domain of the Ghost Messengers, and may have already been dealt with by Ghost Messenger.

However, it seems that this may not be the case now.

"So, when Zhang Lei, Wang Jiang, Huang Ziya, Zhang Hui, and I left the training base, there was a ghost following us the whole time? That ghost chose Zhang Hui as its target and followed Zhang Hui to the Ping An Hotel."

"Then Zhang Hui realized something was wrong, or perhaps he was attacked by a ghost that night. No, he was definitely not attacked by a ghost that night. If he had been attacked, he would have asked for our help."

"Therefore, I think Zhang Hui was just in a state of paranoia at the time. He suspected that something was wrong with his surroundings, but he didn't have any solid evidence. In addition, the Ghost Messenger incident had made him mentally unstable, which is why he was so eager to leave the Ping An Hotel."

Yang Jian's mind was racing, connecting all the information to make a reasonable deduction.

This speculation is very necessary.

Because those Ghost Tamer have very limited access to information when they get involved in paranormal events, they must make bold and reasonable inferences. Otherwise, by the time you learn the truth, death will have already come for you. If you want to survive, you must be one step ahead of the ghosts in terms of information acquisition speed in order to avoid being killed.

"After Zhang Hui left the Ping An Hotel, if there were ghosts, then the ghosts left with Zhang Hui. This ghost was very special; it was invisible, intangible, and even inaudible. Although Zhang Hui sensed something, it was already too late."

"The ghost ultimately killed him, and one thing that cannot be ignored is that this ghost was not low in terror. Zhang Hui, as a Ghost Tamer, was killed without resistance or calling for help."

Yang Jian had now roughly figured out the cause of Zhang Hui's death.

But now that this ghost has killed Zhang Hui, who will it kill next?

Indiscriminate killing of eligible ordinary people?

Or is it a specific type of person?

The information reaches a dead end here, because the ghost just killed Zhang Hui, and the next victim has not yet appeared. Only when the second and third victims appear can some patterns be gradually grasped.

"This is something to keep in mind, but for now, let Chen Yi worry about it."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly. "The more serious situation now is the clash between the Ghost Messenger and the ghost painting."

"The collision of two S-class paranormal events could cause serious problems. Even Headquarters isn't entirely confident. Compared to that, this paranormal event that only kills one person every few days can be ignored for now."

Inside the car, Wan Delu saw Yang Jian deep in thought and didn't dare to disturb him, but his heart sank.

Because he had just heard some terrifying information from the person in charge named Chen Yi: someone had been killed by a ghost?

Good heavens, this is J City! Is it not even safe here anymore?

Yang Jian's earlier warning was correct; he really needed to leave this place as soon as possible.

Just now, Wan Delu was considering whether to move the Headquarters there completely or simply set up a branch in Dachang City. After all, it's always good to have multiple burrows and be cautious. But now, he has no other ideas.

Move!

Not only are they moving their Headquarters, but they also need to dispose of some of the company's assets as soon as possible. They're not thinking about how to make money anymore; they're thinking about how to survive.

For Wan Delu, money is inexhaustible; life is the most important thing.

At this moment, Wan Delu felt incredibly fortunate. He was lucky to have met such a big shot as Yang Jian. As long as he clung to this powerful figure, he would have some security in the future.

No wonder his nickname is "Brother Leg".

Well lived up to its name.

"By the way, has Luo Yong, whom you mentioned before, arrived at the restaurant yet?" Yang Jian suddenly looked up and asked.

Wan Delu hurriedly replied, "We've been here for a while now, just waiting for us."

"Don't worry about what happened earlier, let's go eat," Yang Jian.

"Will everything be alright?" Wan Delu asked cautiously. "Someone just died."

Yang Jiandao said, "Didn't you see that someone is already handling it? There shouldn't be any problems for now. But you never know, these kinds of things happen to some extent in every city. If you're unlucky enough to encounter one, you can only pray for the best."

"Do people still die occasionally in Dachang City these days?" Wan Delu asked.

"Not at the moment. If I say it won't happen in the future, I'm probably just bragging. These kinds of things are too random and almost uncontrollable. As long as someone in charge handles it as soon as possible, it'll be fine," Yang Jian said.

"That's right, that's right. It's much safer if someone handles it," Wan Delu agreed.

The vehicle passed through the blocked section of road and, because there was no traffic jam or detour, quickly arrived at a high-end private club.

Of course, Wan Delu wouldn't invite Yang Jian to dinner at a hotel or restaurant; he had to prepare a high-class place. He went to great lengths for this meal, hiring the best chef and air-freighting some premium ingredients at great expense. Since he couldn't gauge Yang Jian's tastes, he also prepared various cuisines.

He felt it was important to leave a good impression, even if it wasn't to curry favor with someone, he still had to thank them for what happened at the airport last time.

Wan Delu knew very well that if Yang Jian hadn't protected him at the airport last time, he would probably be locked up by now. After all, the haunted thing was related to him, and there had been deaths on the plane.

However, being locked up is a minor issue; the company might also go bankrupt as a result, leading to a stock price crash, forced delisting, and bankruptcy liquidation—he could even imagine how terrible that would be.

So compared to this, a meal is utterly insignificant.

Soon.

Wan Delu led Yang Jian, along with the beautiful woman accompanying them, into the private club.

As soon as they entered, they saw a man around fifty years old, dressed very simply, slightly dark-skinned and thin, looking like a construction worker, impatiently trying to leave.

"You said you'd only be here for half a day and then you could go back, but I've been waiting for almost a whole day. No, I'm leaving. Don't stop me. I think you're all liars. I'm not staying here."

Two bodyguards stopped him. "Luo Yong, our boss is on his way, but there's a traffic jam that's causing a delay. Please wait a little longer. Besides, you promised to pay us 50,000 yuan for your business trip. If you suddenly decide to leave now, we won't be able to explain it to our boss."

"You're definitely scammers. There's no such thing as a free lunch. You'll definitely give me a little something first, and then you'll try to take it all back. No way, I'm leaving!" the man named Luo Yong shouted.

"Is he the Luo Yong you invited?" Yang Jian asked upon seeing this.

"Yes, it was a lot of trouble to get him from there. We only agreed to come after we paid him, saying we couldn't delay his work." Wan Delu chuckled awkwardly, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Brother Leg. I'll take care of this. Please wait a moment."

After saying that, he rushed over to try and calm Luo Yong down.

Yang Jian didn't speak; he just glanced at him. However, when he saw Luo Yong's appearance, his eyes narrowed sharply, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

How is that possible?

In an instant, a storm raged within him.

Yang Jian didn't recognize this man named Luo Yong before; this was the first time he had seen him. Luo Yong himself was perfectly normal. Walking down the street, he looked like a typical construction worker, with a wrinkled face and a slightly dark complexion. He wasn't strikingly handsome, nor was he unattractive; he was just an ordinary-looking man.

However, it was this ordinary appearance that made Yang Jian feel a strange chill and shock.

He looks just like that ghost.

The old man codenamed "Ghost Knocking".

If Yang Jian were to compare the photo of the Door-Knocking Ghost with that of Luo Yong, he would find that the two people, while not exactly identical, are at least six or seven points similar.

Of course, there are many people in the world who look alike, and even celebrities can resemble each other.

But this Luo Yong couldn't resemble anyone else; he just happened to look exactly like a ghost.

Yang Jian sensed that a terrible truth was being confirmed.