The Crucial Phone Call

In fact, the first ghost He Tianxiong controlled was not the one stepping on his shoulder, but the one that gradually eroded his entire body. At that time, he watched his body rot away little by little every day, while things that did not belong to him grew out little by little. Those days of being tortured but unable to die were his nightmare for the rest of his life.

However, it's not all bad that something like a curse appears on one's body.

He Tianxiong discovered a very strange situation: he could no longer die.

He jumped off a building, cracking his head open, and was even sent to the crematorium. However, he woke up at night and his cracked head miraculously healed. The only downside was that more of his body was rotting.

In addition, He Tianxiong discovered another situation.

If you encounter a ghost, the ghost will absolutely not attack your decaying parts, and even if you are attacked, you will not suffer any harm.

However, this doesn't seem to be of much use, unless one's entire body rots away and then grows back this dead-like flesh and blood.

But I would definitely be dead by then.

However, things improved after he controlled the second demon.

The ghost stepping on his shoulder successfully slowed down the rate of his body's decay. He could clearly see that the area just below his shoulder was all his own healthy flesh and blood; this erosion had been deterred by the dead man's feet stepping on his shoulders.

According to He Tianxiong, as long as the brain doesn't rot, it doesn't matter if the body rots, because consciousness is the most important thing.

"Can this body withstand this guy's attack?" He Tianxiong looked at his body, which was no longer human, and still didn't have much confidence.

Unless the ghost standing on your shoulders gets down.

However, He Tianxiong was aware of his own shortcomings; his ghost was currently of no use.

Bang!

Another loud bang, and the door dented again. The door was no longer tightly closed, and a gap appeared. His safe house, which he had built at great expense, was breached in just two moves.

Through the crack in the door, a swaying black shadow gradually seeped in and began to spread.

"It's Yang Jian's shadow." He Tianxiong's eyes narrowed.

He had also read Yang Jian's file and knew that his shadow was also a ghost. Although he didn't know the specific details of this ghost, as long as it was a ghost, it posed an enormous threat to him.

"He doesn't even want to open the door. Is he planning to kill me with this ghostly figure? This thing is indestructible." He Tianxiong could only helplessly put down the gun he had pulled out from somewhere.

They didn't even show their faces, giving themselves absolutely no chance to turn the tables.

This Yang Jian is actually this cautious.

After the ghostly figure infiltrated, it gradually began to compress the space of the small room. He Tianxiong had no Ghost Domain, so he had nowhere to retreat and could only watch helplessly as the eerie black shadow gradually approached him.

Soon.

His feet found no foothold and landed on the black shadow.

Upon first contact, He Tianxiong felt a chilling cold seep into his bones from beneath his feet. He felt the black shadow gradually invading his body. After just one contact, his legs completely lost sensation and began to move out of his control. His body was being rapidly taken away.

"Yang Jian, are you really not going to let me go?"

He Tianxiong cried out in terror, "If I die, you'll be in trouble too after the vengeful ghost resurrects. We have no hatred for each other, there's no need to fight to this extent."

As he spoke, he lost feeling in his waist, but his empty chest cavity remained untouched—the place of the second ghost within his body. The ghostly figure seemed to be obstructed.

But to He Tianxiong's horror, his legs below the waist began to move on their own, and his body was being pulled apart little by little.

I felt no pain, yet it was clearly a sign that I was about to be dismembered.

"I told you to hold out for five minutes before I consider a settlement. There are still a few dozen seconds left, but I believe that will be enough," Yang Jian's voice rang out from outside the door, though he himself remained hidden.

He Tianxiong felt utterly desperate at this moment. He knew that if things continued like this, Yang Jian little by little. Although he would not die quickly, the outcome would not change, and he would not even give himself a chance to fight back.

This guy knows everything about my situation and has me completely under his thumb.

It's all the fault of those idiots in my WeChat Moments. If things hadn't gone wrong over there, I wouldn't have lost so badly even if I were facing that Ghost Eye Yang Jian.

After I, He Tianxiong, mastered the second ghost, I was considered a big shot in the circle, yet I died such a pathetic death.

He Tianxiong gritted his teeth as he stared at the ghost perched on his shoulder. His body was being dismembered, yet the ghost remained motionless.

However, at this very moment...

My personal cell phone vibrated in my pocket.

"Um?"

Yang Jian frowned. He took out his phone and looked at it. He didn't want to answer the call at this time, but after seeing the caller ID, he still chose to answer it.

"Hello, is this Yang Jian?" A young girl's voice came from the phone, sounding somewhat reserved and hesitant.

"It's me, Miao Xiaoshan. What's wrong? Why are you calling me so late?" Yang Jian replied.

This is his classmate from junior high to high school, Miao Xiaoshan, who studied in this city after taking the college entrance examination last time.

"Are you very busy right now?" Miao Xiaoshan asked softly over the phone.

Yang Jian glanced at the dented doorway in front of him. "Nothing's wrong, I was just about to go to sleep."

"Although it's not the right time to say this, if you're free tonight, could you come to my dorm room? One of my roommates has gone missing." Miao Xiaoshan's tone revealed a hint of nervousness.

Yang Jian, "If someone goes missing, they should be reported to the police."

"I don't think this is a simple disappearance. My intuition tells me it might be related to that thing," Miao Xiaoshan said in a low voice.

"You think it's a paranormal event?" Yang Jian asked calmly. For someone like him, dealing with paranormal events was commonplace.

Miao Xiaoshan said, "Well, but I'm not sure, so I wanted to ask you to take a look."

"When did your friend go missing? Where did he go before? What did he do?" Yang Jian asked.

The probability of paranormal events occurring without any reason is very small; most occurrences are preceded by signs.

For example, the Ghost Knocking incident and the Ghost Infant incident he experienced are just details that people subconsciously overlook.

"She went missing today. I'm sure she didn't leave the school. She went to the art museum this morning and brought back an oil painting. After that, I don't know when she disappeared. She didn't take her phone with her either," Miao Xiaoshan said.

Art museum, oil paintings?

Yang Jian's expression changed immediately upon hearing those two words.

"Leave that painting and find a quiet, open place to wait for me."

"I see."

Upon hearing this warning, Miao Xiaoshan's tone immediately revealed fear.

Having experienced paranormal events, she could clearly tell from Yang Jian's words that there was something wrong with the oil painting placed in her dormitory room, which was only one bed away from hers.

Inside the room.

He Tianxiong overheard Yang Jian on the phone and hurriedly said, "Yang Jian, five minutes are up. You must keep your promise."

However, no one answered him from outside the door. Only the sound of hurried footsteps leaving came, and at the same time, the ghostly figure that had invaded his body receded like a tide, disappearing into the room through the crack in the door.

Outside the door, all was quiet.

"So, you've given up on killing me?" He Tianxiong was almost completely weak, collapsing to the ground panting. Feeling his body regaining consciousness, he felt an indescribable sense of relief.

He knew it wasn't that Yang Jian couldn't kill him, nor was it a matter of time; it was that phone call, and the person who made it.

In Yang Jian's eyes, his own life was less important than a single word from the person who made the phone call.

"I never want to face this guy again. Now I understand why Jiang Shangbai is so wary of him."

He Tianxiong felt his body trembling. Facing Yang Jian was like facing a real ghost—powerful, despairing, and giving no chance to resist. All you could do was struggle to escape and then wait to die in despair.

Surprised? I'm up two hours already.