The Person Kneeling on the Ground

Around 8 p. m., Yang Jian and Li Yao drove up to the entrance of an upscale residential complex and parked their car.

The community has strict management, and outside vehicles and personnel cannot enter. I had to show my ID and explain for a while before the security guard reluctantly agreed to let me through.

"It's rare to see you being so polite to a security guard." Li Yao was somewhat surprised by Yang Jian's actions; she felt that it would have been perfectly reasonable for Yang Jian to simply drive in.

Yang Jian replied coldly, "You seem to have misunderstood me. I don't like causing trouble."

Don't like causing trouble?

Li Yao rolled her eyes, seemingly not believing what he said.

"Wait for me downstairs, I'll go get something and be right back," Yang Jian said.

"Is there something you don't want me to see? Or are you hiding a beautiful woman here?" Li Yao asked with a smile.

Yang Jian, "There are some things that ordinary people should know less about, as it's never a good thing. Manager Fei confused the boundaries between Ghost Tamer and ordinary people, which is why he ended up like this today. You should take this as a warning."

"Are you warning me, or are you showing concern for me? I think you're showing concern for me, even though you won't admit it, I'm sure of it." Li Yao blinked.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, but walked straight into the stairwell.

He took the elevator to the eleventh floor of the building and soon arrived at the door of a room with the number 1101.

He didn't have the key to the gate, but that didn't bother him.

Yang Jian simply gave it a push, and the sturdy security door immediately collapsed to the ground with a bang; he didn't even need to use that much force.

I entered the room and turned on the light.

The place was empty, with no extra furniture or signs of anyone having lived there. Everything looked like it had just been renovated, and the smell of a new house still lingered in the air.

Yang Jian entered one of the rooms.

This should be a study.

The bookshelves in the study were neatly arranged with stacks of folders, each labeled with a name—presumably personal information of Ghost Tamer in their social circles. This information was certainly more detailed than what Li Yao had collected.

"Um?"

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, and he suddenly noticed a glass box placed next to the bookshelf.

Inside the box was a rag doll made of old rags and black hair. The doll looked out of place in the environment; it was smelly and dirty. I don't know why the owner would bother to prepare a tempered glass box to put it in and place it in a conspicuous place.

"I didn't expect such an unexpected gain. This is one of those substitute dolls that Shen Liang gave me last time. It can ward off ghost attacks. I really didn't expect that Mr. Fei, an ordinary person Manager Fei have the ability to get such a thing. However, although this thing is precious, it doesn't seem to be of much use to him. It can only be kept as a collectible."

Yang Jian walked over and took the item.

Although he currently has a lot of resources at his disposal, the more life-saving items he has, the better.

Despite the unexpected joy, Yang Jian did not forget his main task and began to review the files of these individuals.

Considering the time constraints Yang Jian prioritized the information on He Tianxiong and Jiang Shangbai. In addition, Fang Shiming, whom Li Yao considered the most threatening, was also one of the key targets of his attention.

"An interesting fellow. He's a bit troublesome, but killing him shouldn't be too difficult, since he's only controlling two ghosts." Soon, Yang Jian looked at He Tianxiong's information in his hand and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Manager Fei's information is indeed very valuable, as it records information about the vengeful ghost.

After reading this document, Yang Jian picked up the document for the person named Fang Shiming.

He's quite interested in this guy who can go toe-to-toe with Ye Zhen.

As soon as the folder was opened, a photo fell to the ground.

Yang Jian squatted down, picked it up, and his expression immediately froze upon seeing it.

The object in the photo is a rusty pair of scissors, as if dug out of the ground. The handle of the scissors is wrapped with dense black hair, which is connected to the scalp and contains disgusting black flesh and blood.

"Ghost Scissors"

Next to the photo, these three words were written in pen.

"Why would someone in my WeChat Moments have this weird stuff?" Yang Jian stared intently at the photo.

Because he instinctively sensed that this thing seemed to be the same type of object as the coffin nails and the machete in the hands of the male corpse at the Caesar Hotel. It wasn't a modern artifact, but rather a strange relic from the Republican Era, and these things all possessed terrifying abilities.

Yang Jian once suspected that these things were created by top Ghost Tamer Republican Era using the power of vengeful spirits.

Of course, the possibility that these things are ghosts themselves cannot be ruled out.

"The photo is placed alongside Fang Shiming's file, which means this item is very likely in Fang Shiming's possession." Yang Jian frowned in thought, "Then what is the ability of this Ghost Scissors?"

After reviewing the materials, I found that there were many gaps in Fang Shiming's information.

There are only some speculations written down by Manager Fei.

"Confirmed to possess the Ghost Scissors, suspected of possessing Ghost Domain, extremely dangerous."

"It seems that even Manager Fei failed to gather this information." Yang Jian slowly closed the file, a shadow inexplicably falling over his heart.

The shadow didn't come from the incomplete information about Fang Shiming, but from the photograph of the Ghost Scissors.

While Yang Jian was reviewing the data...

Li Yao, who was waiting downstairs in the apartment complex, was already impatient. She complained that Yang Jian's decision to leave such a beautiful woman like her standing there in the cold wind was terrible.

If it were anyone else, Li Yao would have turned and left long ago; she wouldn't have stood there like a fool.

But what could she do? He was Yang Jian, and she deeply loved this man.

Just as Li Yao was waiting blankly, she suddenly saw a lot of residents appear downstairs in the community, and at the same time, the community security guards were rushing over. These people all seemed to be heading in one place, and in a short while, a group of people surrounded a spot in front of them.

"Um?"

Li Yao let out a soft "hmm" and, with a curious heart eager to see what would happen, went over to investigate.

As soon as he got there, he saw a female resident cover her mouth, turn around and run away, then bend over and vomit near the green belt.

What was being watched in front of them seemed disgusting and unacceptable.

As Li Yao walked over, he saw a young security guard whose hands were trembling as he took out his phone, seemingly reporting a crime. His face showed some panic, and a sense of fear was spreading through him.

The onlookers remained silent, not uttering a single word, creating an exceptionally heavy atmosphere.

When Li Yao found an opening and moved in, her expression instantly changed.

It was a huge oil painting, abandoned by someone on the roadside. What was chilling was that half a human corpse was protruding from the outside of the painting. The corpse was in a kneeling position, its stiff, white hands gripping the frame tightly. Its legs were a bloody mess, covered with cuts and scrapes. One cut had ripped open the thigh, revealing the white bone underneath.

These wounds appear to have been left from the corpse's frantic struggle before death.

But that's not the most important thing; the most bizarre thing is that the corpse's head is missing.

His neck was pressed tightly against the oil painting, leaving no gap, as if his entire head had sunk into it. But behind the thin layer of oil painting, there was nothing at all, just an old wooden board.

"This, this is a paranormal event. It's related to a painting, could it be a ghost painting?" Li Yao's head was buzzing, her whole body felt cold, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"Are you kidding me? Ghost drawings have appeared in the city."

Li Yao's beautiful face was now unusually ugly. In her fear, she couldn't help but back away, instinctively wanting to get away from this horrifying oil painting.

However, the other onlookers were unaware of the terrifying aspect behind this bizarre event. Although the scene was horrifying, many brave people still gathered around to watch, and some even took out their phones to take pictures. Of course, there were also timid people who were so frightened that they quickly pulled their friends away.

Just as Li Yao stepped back and was about to turn and flee...

But in her eyes, she saw the corpse lying in front of the oil painting suddenly move, and then it seemed to come alive and slowly stand up.

Moment.

Li Yao's fear reached its peak. As an assistant at Ping An Building, she was familiar with paranormal events and was not one of those ignorant and fearless residents.

"Ah!"

A scream erupted from her mouth as she cried out at the top of her lungs, "Yang Jian!"