The Second Fang Shiming

Fang Shiming is dead?

At this moment, not only were Jiang Shangbai and Wu Yun in disbelief, but Yang Jian, who was in the third level of the Ghost Domain and had personally created this terrifying scene, was also somewhat surprised.

In Yang Jian's view, Fang Shiming could easily withstand even the fifth level of the Ghost Domain, so how could he possibly die so easily from the attack of this Ghost Hand?

Although he knew his ghost hand could now suppress three ghosts without any resistance and silently invade the Ghost Tamer's body, Fang Shiming hadn't even used the Ghost Scissors or used the ghost within his body to resist beforehand.

"Could it be that the suppression from the three ghosts, coupled with my restriction of his movements, left him unable to resist, and he was simply killed without any explanation?"

Yang Jian's gaze was fixed on Fang Shiming's corpse.

He was absolutely certain that the body was real, not fake.

"It's not that the possibility can't be ruled out. Just like when I was inexplicably attacked by someone on my WeChat Moments, my head was split open without any resistance, and I ended up lying on the ground as a corpse. So what if there are three ghosts balancing each other? I still have to rely on the music box's curse to survive."

"It's very common for things to go wrong in this industry."

He thought to himself, "This is the only explanation."

It's not uncommon for experienced Ghost Tamer to die in seemingly insignificant paranormal events; you'll never know how terrifying ghosts can be unless you come into contact with them.

Just like the ghost hand in Yang Jian's hand now, even if a supernatural event were to break out, it would only be a C-class incident, and in a certain place, it wouldn't kill more than a few people in a month.

However, Ghost Tamer goes to imprison someone, anyone who can control less than three demons is simply sending themselves to their death.

"No, something's not right."

However, when Yang Jian withdrew the ghost hand, he frowned and noticed something amiss.

Although Fang Shiming was dead and his body lay there, there was no sign of the vengeful spirit reviving, not even the slightest movement.

It's as if there are no ghosts inside my body at all.

"Fang Shiming is acting strangely," Yang Jian sensed.

But that alone couldn't stop his next move. This time, Ghost Hand had killed Fang Shiming no matter what, but Wu Yun and Jiang Shangbai were still alive. Among them, the dead man's head in Wu Yun's hand caught his attention.

He saw it clearly just now: the dead man's head blocked the ghost hand's attack, and very easily at that.

"We must eliminate potential threats first. We need to take down Wu Yun first. We've already identified two of Jiang Shangbai's ghosts. I know the Ghost Shroud well; I've suppressed his Ghost Domain so he shouldn't be able to use it. Only one ghost's ability remains unexplored."

Yang Jian did not stop. He walked through the third layer of the Ghost Domain, approaching Wu Yun.

Despite the impending danger, Wu Yun remained completely unaware.

He was trembling with fear, especially when he saw Fang Shiming's corpse lying in front of him, which made him feel even more desperate.

"Jiang Shangbai, President Fang is dead!" Wu Yun exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief.

Jiang Shangbai's face was grim and ugly. "Don't shout, I saw it all. He couldn't block the attack just now and was killed."

"That shouldn't be the case. We all survived, so why did President Fang die? That strange hand wasn't as scary as we thought. You're alright too."

Wu Yun's voice trembled, but he still asked loudly, as if this could give him a little sense of security.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask? Perhaps the one who attacked Fang Shiming was the real Ghost Hand, and we were just caught in the crossfire. Besides, I've never experienced this kind of attack before, so I can't analyze the reason. But I'm certain that this attack is related to Yang Jian," Jiang Shangbai said.

"Yang Jian? Wasn't he already dead? Killed by Boss Fang, even Headquarters issued a death notice." Wu Yun hurriedly asked.

"There's only one explanation. If Yang Jian is truly dead, there's no way he would target us after his vengeful spirit resurrects. These two attacks clearly show that it was a deliberate attack. The entire city is our territory. Who else would dare to mess with us besides him? Even if Headquarters wanted to take us down, they would need a detailed plan, and we could receive advance notice."

Jiang Shangbai looked around with extreme vigilance.

"So, the third attack is coming soon. You and I both need to be careful. Maybe people will die again next time."

Even if he's slow to react, he should have realized the inconsistencies after being attacked by two vengeful ghosts.

It would be foolish to still believe this is a supernatural event caused by the resurrection of a vengeful ghost.

Upon hearing this analysis, Wu Yun was immediately astonished.

The attackers were not ghosts, but Yang Jian, who had commanded a vengeful spirit.

"Damn it, it's all Fang Shiming's fault. He said Yang Jian was dead and that he had successfully taken him down. What a show of being the boss! He even messed up this little thing. Now look what happened, we've all been ruined by him."

Wu Yun was both shocked and furious. Looking at Fang Shiming's corpse, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse angrily.

If Yang Jian is still alive, then being targeted at him at this time would be even more terrifying than being targeted by a vengeful ghost.

At least a vengeful ghost would follow certain patterns in its killing, but Yang Jian's actions clearly indicate a fight to the death.

"Yang Jian, I can understand if you want revenge, but I am also a captain at Headquarters. Can you bear the consequences if you kill me?"

Jiang Shangbai roared at the empty surroundings, "No matter the outcome, you won't keep your captain position, and without the protection of Headquarters, all your relatives and friends in Dachang City are probably doomed."

"We have other people in our social circle, but not all of them are as easy to talk to as I am."

"Fang Shiming, who attacked you before, has already been taken care of by you. Stop now. I can take over your WeChat Moments and negotiate a settlement. You want the Ghost Scissors? I can give them to you, and more of them."

He tried to negotiate with Yang Jian to stop the fight.

If this continued, Jiang Shangbai knew he would definitely die here; there was no possibility of survival, since he couldn't even escape Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.

But before he could finish speaking, he was met with a piercing scream.

A pale, icy hand appeared out of thin air, just like the ghost hand that had attacked before, without any warning. But this hand gripped Wu Yun's neck tightly. As the screams faded, Wu Yun's neck was broken, and his body hung limply in mid-air.

His body was covered in blood-red lines. These lines formed a line of writing, like a curse, revealing some kind of information.

However, this strange curse was forcibly stopped, and now there is no further reaction.

"Wu Yun?"

Jiang Shangbai cried out in terror, but could only watch as Wu Yun, not far away, swallowed his last breath.

Having withstood two waves of attacks, he died just like an ordinary person in that eerie palm.

"The vengeful spirit has been suppressed. That hand can suppress the vengeful spirit's resurgence."

Jiang Shangbai saw that the curse on Wu Yun's body had no effect, and then he realized the problem.

This also explained why Fang Shiming was killed so easily.

A true ghost hand possesses the ability to suppress other vengeful spirits, just like the Ghost Messenger incident that occurred at the training base.

"Yang Jian once personally imprisoned the Ghost Coffin, came into contact with it, and survived both times. Did he acquire some of the Ghost Messenger's abilities during one of those events?" Jiang Shangbai thought to himself, feeling a chill run down his spine.

If that's true, that's terrifying.

There's more to Yang Jian than meets the eye; his abilities go far beyond what's outwardly apparent.

Even the way Yang Jian was killed earlier might have been an act.

After all, he possesses the ability to suppress the resurgence of vengeful spirits and has the characteristics of Ghost Messenger, so it is possible that he could block Fang Shiming's attack.

However, the world shrouded in red light remained eerily silent.

No one spoke, and no one responded to Jiang Shangbai; it seemed that the fact that Yang Jian was still alive remained just a conjecture.

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After Wu Yun died, the rotting human head wrapped in clothes in his hand fell to the ground and rolled to the side.

Jiang Shangbai's eyes snapped open, and he rushed over, trying to snatch the rotting human head from his grasp.

At this point, having more ghosts in your possession increases your chances of survival, even if the dead man's head is extremely dangerous; it's better than being killed outright like everyone else.

Although his reactions and actions were quick, how could they possibly outpace Yang Jian, who was trapped in the Ghost Domain?

Another hand appeared strangely next to the rotting head, lifted it up, and then the hand and the rotting head disappeared together.

Jiang Shangbai missed his target.

At the same time, Wu Yun's body also disappeared.

"Damn it"

Jiang Shangbai's face was bloodless and deathly pale, looking as ugly as a dead man.

Not getting that rotting head meant he had one less chance of surviving.

He felt despair and helplessness.

Because right now, he was the only one left on the top floor of the Ping An Building; everyone else was dead, not a single one remained, and there were no other helpers left.

Moreover, Jiang Shangbai knew that the reason he was the last one to survive was not because he was so powerful, but because the previous attacks were not specifically targeted at him and were not as high a priority as the others.

But now, he will face the third attack alone.

"Can I stop it?" Jiang Shangbai asked himself, his hands trembling slightly, his whole body feeling weak.

Fear kept welling up inside him, pushing him to the brink of emotional collapse.

Only then did he realize that the difference between him and Yang Jian was not in the number of ghosts. Although he also controlled three ghosts like Yang Jian, he was currently helpless and was being easily tortured to death.

No wonder this guy didn't take me seriously at all when I tried to contact Yang Jian before.

Shouldn't we now say: Yang Jian truly deserves to be called a person who has survived two S-class supernatural events?

"It's coming."

Suddenly.

Jiang Shangbai's heart sank. He saw a tall, dark shadow moving on the dilapidated building below.

It looked as if a person was walking under the light, and this shadow was reflected in their image.

But looking across the shadow, there was no one there, and the shadow was so dense it was like a mass of darkness. Most strangely, the shadow had no head.

A headless ghost!

Jiang Shangbai recognized the ghost; it was the shadow behind Yang Jian. He had noticed that the shadow behind Yang Jian was like this—headless, and no matter the angle or the light, it was impossible to complete the shadow's head.

"The first attack was the Ghost Eye, the second was the Ghost Hand, and the third attack was this headless ghost figure, which corresponds exactly to the three ghosts on Yang Jian's body. Sure enough, this guy is still alive."

He was now completely convinced that Yang Jian was alive.

That's how Ghost Tamer attack; they can't use the power of just one demon indefinitely. They need to counter each other and maintain balance, so it's best to use abilities alternately.

However, just as the third attack was about to target Jiang Shangbai...

There is a safe house on a basement floor of the Ping An Building.

There is a separate compartment inside the safe house.

The next moment.

The door to the separate cubicle suddenly opened.

A lingering stench of decay, long suppressed, wafted out, and in the pitch-black room, a figure slowly emerged.

"Did I die once?" A hoarse, low voice echoed in the safe house.

Only after the figure had completely left the room did the fluorescent lights in the safe house illuminate the person's appearance more clearly.

He is Fang Shiming.

However, he was slightly different from the Fang Shiming who had died before. The Fang Shiming who died before was like a healthy living person, but the Fang Shiming who came out of the safe house now looked like a withered corpse. His bloodshot eyes were particularly large, filling the entire eye socket, ferocious and terrifying.

He left the safe house.

His gaze swept around, and his thin, dehydrated face twitched slightly. "Ghost Domain? And a very large one at that. It seems there's definitely a serious problem. Even the person in the photo is dead. Although the person in the photo doesn't possess ghostly abilities, they're at least isolated from the supernatural. Ordinary paranormal events can't handle that."

"Since things have come to this, I can't sit still any longer."

He took a few steps forward.

A cold wind suddenly swept through the area.

The wind felt like a vengeful ghost blowing in your ear, making your hair stand on end. It carried a lingering stench of decay, making you wonder if a corpse or a vengeful ghost was lurking at the source of the wind.

As the cold wind blew, the surrounding lights began to flicker.

Everything around me dimmed.

Fang Shiming vanished from his spot and arrived in a world covered in red light.

This is a form of intrusion.

He directly invaded Yang Jian's second-level Ghost Domain.

"A ghost Ghost Domain within Ghost Domain? The characteristics of this Ghost Domain are very similar to those of Yang Jian from Dachang City. Last time I came to borrow the Ghost Scissors, I was unable to kill that guy?"

Fang Shiming seems to have lost a part of his memory and is unaware of what has happened in the last few hours.

"Since that's the case, then killing them now won't make a difference."

He looked up at the rooftop.

It's as if you can see what's happening on the rooftop through the layers of buildings.

How about we count this 4,000-word chapter as two chapters? I'll add a little more tomorrow.

I just can't write this kind of text very quickly.