An Incomprehensible Aberration

Huang Ziya was in despair. She knew she was about to die from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost. The eerie hair was thick and frightening, as if it connected to the abyss of hell, trying to pull her in. There was no way to resist this pull, because the ghost was inside her.

But she didn't want to give up, didn't want to die like this. If she wanted to die, she wouldn't have lived until now; she would have collapsed and committed suicide long ago during the time she became Ghost Tamer.

Just as Huang Ziya felt her entire body being swallowed up by the strange hair, she felt someone grabbing her wrists with her hands, which were not yet swallowed up.

The hand was cold and stiff, devoid of any warmth, as if a corpse had grabbed him.

It's Yang Jian.

Engulfed by the eerie hair and unable to see the outside world, Huang Ziya was still alive. She realized something, and the fear in her heart was instantly suppressed. A hope for survival surged up, and she immediately grabbed Yang Jian's wrist.

Huang Ziya wanted to shout for help, but her face was covered with countless strands of hair, leaving only a human-shaped outline, and even her mouth was stuffed with those creepy black hairs.

This hair didn't seem to be growing just from her head, but rather from all over her body.

"He knows I can't speak, but will he be able to save me in time?"

While Huang Ziya was overjoyed, she also began to feel uneasy. She could no longer control the ghost inside her body; the vengeful spirit was eroding her. Even though Yang Jian had recovered, he might not be able to stop it.

However, this idea had only just begun to emerge in her mind.

But an unexpected situation occurred.

Huang Ziya felt the thick black hair that had been wrapped around her begin to retract, and she could also gradually feel the presence of the ground around her, without the feeling of sinking or falling into an abyss.

The influence of ghosts on him seems to be weakening.

No, it's not weakening, it's being suppressed.

His own ghost stopped reviving and returned to its most peaceful state. Eventually, he could no longer sense the ghost's presence, as if he had become a normal person again, with his senses better than ever before.

A moment later.

With the ghost suppressed, Huang Ziya was finally able to move again. She suddenly raised her head and could barely see the situation in front of her through the strands of black hair hanging down in front of her eyes.

Yang Jian was squatting in front of him, covered in blood. His body was stiff and reeked of blood. The remaining half of his head looked ferocious and terrifying. There was no sign of him being alive at all. He was like a vengeful ghost that had been fully resurrected.

"Something's not right." Huang Ziya's expression changed drastically as she looked at Yang Jian's missing half of his head.

The joy he felt from having his own vengeful spirit suppressed vanished completely.

She participated in the entire rescue process of Yang Jian on her own and was very clear about Yang Jian's condition. Previously, Yang Jian's consciousness was stored in the upper half of his head, while the lower half of his head was just an ordinary corpse without any abnormalities.

But now, the head that represented Yang Jian's consciousness has disappeared.

Is this a return of consciousness, or the resurrection of a ghost?

Huang Ziya felt the power coming from Yang Jian's palm, as if a person was tightly gripping something before death. His stiff fingers showed no sign of loosening. She looked at her body and saw that the strange black hair on her body had almost disappeared. She tried to pull her arm away.

But there was no way to get rid of that cold hand.

Yang Jian remained squatting there motionless, as if he had fallen into silence, without making any further movements.

They neither attacked her nor released her, and they offered no further information.

"Should we light the ghost candle?" Huang Ziya patted her pocket, her expression shifting uncertainly.

Although the ghost candle had been used before, it hadn't burned much. After all, it had only been used to find headless corpses and hadn't been used to directly confront the attack of the vengeful ghost, so the ghost candle hadn't been consumed much, and now it still had more than half left.

"Using the ghost candle at this point is useless. If Yang Jian really can't control his body, the ghost candle won't buy him much time. The ghost inside his body is too terrifying. I almost died from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost after just a moment of contact with his corpse."

Huang Ziya gritted her teeth, reluctant to use the item, and chose to give it up.

If Yang Jian recovers, she will have wasted a ghost candle for nothing, and it will be difficult to explain afterwards. After all, this thing is very precious, and with her current circumstances, it is impossible for her to apply for the use of a ghost candle. If she uses it all up, she simply cannot afford to compensate for it.

Let's wait a little longer.

Huang Ziya decided to observe for a while. At least she was no longer at risk of the vengeful ghost resurrecting, and her condition had returned to normal. Even if something happened next, it probably wouldn't be worse than before.

Yang Jian's consciousness has indeed returned.

However, this regression is not normal; it has its own problems.

He forcibly distorted the Ghost Domain, making half of his head overlap with his body. This overlap was not precise, but rather very rough, as if a foreign object had been forcibly stuffed into his body. It did not successfully connect with the other half of his head.

However, the situation was urgent, and he couldn't care less about anything else, because he saw that Huang Ziya was about to die from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost. Once she died, with an unknown ghost by her side, Yang Jian felt that he would definitely die as well.

Although his level was far higher than Huang Ziya's, in this situation, just one ghost was enough to break this fragile balance, making it impossible for him to return to his body.

Unable to return to his body and control the power of the demon, he will inevitably die from the curse of the music box.

After half of his head, carrying his consciousness, overlapped with his body through the Ghost Domain, he was indeed able to control his body to make some movements.

But it seems that's all there is to it.

Yang Jian felt that his consciousness was fighting against something else, vying for control of this body, or perhaps his current state was more like that of a "ghost," only this time other ghosts were interfering with him.

"Although I am still me, my consciousness has detached from my brain and body, becoming something like a cursed entity. This curse resides in my skull, making me an anomaly."

"Logically, I should be dead in this state, and there's no way I could have consciousness, but the music box keeps me alive, which is simply a paradox."

Yang Jian was absolutely certain that his mind was clear, that he possessed both past and present memories, and that there was no difference between his current state and when he was alive.

The only difference was that the hollow, eerie ringtone still echoed in my mind.

The curse of the music box continues, but it is precisely because of this curse that Yang Jian's consciousness was not immediately destroyed by the other ghosts after returning to his body. He is gradually regaining control of this body.

In other words.

Under the protection of the music box, Yang Jian became an even more special being.

If this characteristic can be maintained, then Yang Jian can undoubtedly use the power of the vengeful spirits without any restraint, and will not worry about the risk of the vengeful spirits reviving.

Because the resurrected vengeful spirit will kill the person who controls it, but Yang Jian himself is immortal, so he can fully bear the consequences.

In other words, once Yang Jian has complete control over his body, he can loosen all restrictions and unleash the full potential of the ghost's abilities.

At that time, Yang Jian was a ghost with human thoughts, becoming a fearsome presence for everyone.

After realizing this, Yang Jian himself fell silent.

He hasn't accepted this change in himself yet.

"Even if I can perfectly control the demon within my body under the protection of the curse, this state probably won't last long. The curse of the music box isn't permanent; it has a time limit. Judging from the cases of the previous users, this time limit shouldn't exceed ten days."

"Moreover, once the resurrected demon can suppress the music box's curse, I will die immediately. After all, I don't know how powerful the music box's curse is or what level of demon it can withstand."

Even though he was thinking like that.

But his consciousness was gradually returning, and as time passed, the demon within his body was defeated.

The music box's curse overcame the ghost's instincts, ensuring Yang Jian's consciousness could return smoothly.

A full half hour later.

Squatting on the ground like a corpse, Yang Jian slightly turned his neck.

This movement sent chills down Huang Ziya's spine, leaving her filled with apprehension and uncertainty, because she was still unsure whether the movement was coming from Yang Jian or the ghost within Yang Jian's body.

"Still can't see clearly? So it seems my physical condition doesn't allow my vision to return to normal. After all, half my head is gone, so it's normal for my eyes to be blurry."

Just as Huang Ziya was filled with surprise and doubt, Yang Jian, which had lost its luster and turned ashen and dull, suddenly cracked open, and another eye appeared in the crack.

This is a red Ghost Eye without a pupil.

The Ghost Eye replaced the dead man's eyeball in its socket, restoring Yang Jian's vision.

"Yang Jian?" Huang Ziya tried calling out, but her expression revealed more fear and unease.

Yes, it's me.

Yang Jian's throat moved, and he spoke, but his voice was strange, not the tone a living person could produce.

After all, he's not really alive anymore; he's just a corpse with a mutilated head.

Hearing the reply, even though Yang Jian's appearance was still quite unsettling, Huang Ziya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

We finally succeeded.

Despite some setbacks, they managed to return Yang Jian's head and help him regain his body.

"It's alright now, it's finally over. I thought I was about to die here," Huang Ziya said. "What happened to you? How did your head fall off? Were you attacked by a ghost?"

No, I don't know.

Yang Jian's remaining half-head opened its mouth, and the voice was still strange and unpleasant.

However, his mind was clear, and he was still reflecting on the previous situation.

There was no warning, no sign of a vengeful ghost appearing; he simply had a sudden, instinctive sense of danger, and then he was attacked by something.

First, its head fell off, and then the fallen head split in two.

Normal people, even most Ghost Tamer, would be dead beyond any chance of survival under such circumstances. If it weren't for the music box's curse, Yang Jian wouldn't have survived either.