Medium Trigger

It seemed like a long time had passed Yang Jian leaving the Ping An Building and returning, but it was actually only a few hours. This was because he encountered some special circumstances in that strange place at the Caesar Hotel. If it weren't for these special circumstances, he wouldn't have wasted so much time.

The curse of the music box echoed in my mind like a death knell.

Yang Jian now cherishes every minute, because only in this way will he have more time to resolve the curse after dealing with Fang Shiming.

Before that.

Inside Headquarters.

Because of Yang Jian's departure, the Ghost Domain covering the city also dissipated, and after confirming that no vengeful Yang Jian had resurrected, the crisis was largely resolved, which relieved many people.

However, some serious problems still exist.

"That's roughly what happened. Everyone else in the WeChat Moments is gone. Yang Jian and Fang Shiming fought on the top floor of the Ping An Building. As you know, it ended in a draw. Yang Jian wasn't able to kill Fang Shiming. Fang Shiming was in terrible condition, on the verge of being resurrected as a vengeful ghost. He didn't want to be dragged down by Yang Jian, so he chose to run away."

Inside the meeting room, Cao Yang gave a brief account of the previous situation.

Wang Xiaoming was in charge of this, while the other team leaders were responsible for coordination.

"However, Yang Jian doesn't seem to have any intention of letting Fang Shiming go. Although he left the city, I feel that Yang Jian is making some preparations. The next attack will probably come soon. After all, everyone knows Yang Jian's personality pretty well. Once he makes up his mind to kill someone, I don't think anyone can stop him."

At this point, Cao Yang paused and looked at Wang Xiaoming.

That's how Yang Jian killed Wang Xiaoming's younger brother. No one could stop him. There was no such thing as exchanging benefits or making compromises. Yang Jian was completely devoid of any of that.

This is a very straightforward and impulsive young man, which fits the personality of a young man.

Wang Xiaoming's expression remained unchanged, seemingly no longer concerned about the matter. He said, "Your prediction is very accurate. If I'm not mistaken, Yang Jian will return to this city to search for Fang Shiming before dawn."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Can you locate Fang Shiming?"

He was neither Ghost Tamer nor an intelligence agent, so he couldn't find anyone.

"You want the conflict between Fang Shiming and Yang Jian to continue?" Cao Yang was taken aback.

Wang Xiaoming said, "No, it should be 'end.' Only by ending this conflict sooner can we minimize the losses. If possible, I hope it's Fang Shiming who dies. Yang Jian will still be of use someday."

Cao Yang understood his meaning. The longer the struggle between the two dragged on, the greater the impact would be. Moreover, the two sides were now locked in a life-or-death struggle. Only when one side was completely eliminated could the whole matter be considered over. After all, the hidden dangers of the Ghost Painting Incident were still lurking in the city, and who knew when they would erupt.

"I'll try my best, but I might not be able to find him. If this guy is determined to hide, no one can find him." He shrugged, indicating that he would do his best.

Fang Shiming had actually already left the city.

He went to a town not far from the city, which was a temporary place he had arranged. As the president of a network of friends, he couldn't possibly keep all his belongings in one place; everyone knows the saying "a cunning rabbit has three burrows."

Inside the basement of an inconspicuous bungalow.

Fang Shiming, emaciated and skin and bones, appeared here. He was in very poor condition. Fortunately, he left in time, otherwise he would have died from the resurgence of the vengeful ghost. But now it was probably almost time. It was unknown whether he could survive for fifteen days.

"I need to prepare in advance. After giving some instructions these next few days, I need to take that haunted bus. That Yang Jian is a complete madman. I wouldn't have taken such a risk if it weren't for him. That bus is too dangerous. Once I get on, I don't know if I'll come back alive."

Fang Shiming sat on the sofa, his bloodshot eyes slightly shifting as if he were deep in thought.

A moment later, he picked up a cell phone and made a video call.

Yang Jian had wiped out most of the key members of his WeChat Moments, but he knew there was one person who was still alive.

The connection was established quickly.

"It's me, Fang Shiming. He Tianxiong, where are you now?" Fang Shiming's voice was hoarse and strange, making people feel very uncomfortable.

"President Fang?" He Tianxiong looked somewhat surprised. "How did you end up like this? I heard there was a major incident at Ping An Building. I'm so sorry, I'm currently on a flight to an overseas destination. I have some business to take care of there, and I have to go there."

Fang Shiming said, "Stop with the nonsense. I might be leaving for a while. I'm leaving the company's affairs to you."

"No, no, I'm not capable of managing a company," He Tianxiong hurriedly declined. Taking over the WeChat Moments now would be suicide; he didn't want to be the scapegoat.

"I know you're wary of Yang Jian. I fought with him before, and some people died. I was really upset. But Yang Jian won't live much longer. You'll soon receive news of Yang Jian death," Fang Shiming said.

His judgment was correct; Yang Jian's condition couldn't be maintained for long, and he would soon die.

"Hehe."

He Tianxiong couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

Fang Shiming immediately said coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

He didn't know if Yang Jian would live long, but judging from the current situation, it seemed Fang Shiming wasn't going to live much longer.

However, He Tianxiong would not say what he really thought. He just laughed and said, "I'm laughing at the Headquarters for being incompetent. Yang Jian is pitiful. What good is all that hard work? He can't do anything to us. Don't worry, President Fang, as long as Yang Jian is really dead, I will definitely help manage the company well."

"But if Yang Jian is still alive, then I can't help you with this. That guy is crazy; he'll start a fight the moment he sees me. I don't want to mess with him, and I can't beat him anyway. Yang Jian has seen my file, and he's completely doomed to defeat me. I almost died at his hands."

Fang Shiming frowned, then said, "Then we'll do it your way. Yang Jian is dead, so you'll take over the company and keep it running smoothly. If you don't do it well, you should know the consequences."

The smile on He Tianxiong's face gradually froze.

This is not a good job. Can you even call your WeChat Moments a Moments anymore? It's become an orphanage. It's hard to say whether you can even gain a foothold in this city.

"I'll try my best," He Tianxiong could only reluctantly agree.

If he didn't agree, he'd probably be killed instantly, since Fang Shiming had that ability.

Now.

Yang Jian has returned to the Ping An Building.

The Ghost Domain appeared, and the entire Ping An Building was within its coverage area.

He's no longer stingy with using the power of vengeful spirits; ever since the curse of the music box began, his Ghost Domain has never stopped.

"Yang Jian is back."

Li Jun, who was investigating anomalies inside the Ping An Building, had a slight change in expression when he saw the surroundings covered in red light again.

"He's definitely here. He's in this building right now, but we probably won't be able to find him. His Ghost Domain is more special than we imagined." Su Fan said from the side, "Captain, you can give him a call."

"It's no use. He didn't have his GPS-enabled phone with him; the phone is still on that street."

Li Jun had already received the news that Guo Fan and Zhong Shan had retrieved Yang Jian's phone and brought it back to Headquarters.

"However, Yang Jian must have discovered us too. The fact that he hasn't shown up means he doesn't want to deal with us. Let's all rest for a bit. There's no need to wander around in Yang Jian's Ghost Domain. I'll go contact Professor Wang and see what arrangements to make over there."

The first thing Yang Jian did upon returning to Ping An Building was to check the surveillance footage; he needed to determine exactly where Fang Shiming had appeared.

The previous battle with Fang Shiming took place within the Ghost Domain, so the matter of stepping on footprints wouldn't work.

Soon, Yang Jian saw that Fang Shiming had been to an office that was not under surveillance, and he didn't know what Fang Shiming had done there.

But that's not important; as long as we've identified the traces he left behind, that's enough.

Yang Jian arrived at the door of that office.

He pushed open the door and entered, and everything inside came into view.

The setup was simple: a table, a chair, and a simple bookshelf behind it.

However, Yang Jian noticed two photos on the table.

"This is my photo." Yang Jian picked up the photo and looked at it, his expression changing slightly.

The photos are full-body pictures taken when he was in high school, with his name written on them, but now both photos have been cut off by something.

"This was made by Ghost Scissors."

Yang Jian immediately made this judgment because he saw that the cut marks on the photos were familiar. In one photo, his neck was cut off, and in the other photo, his head was cut off.

The wounds in these two places were from the bizarre attack he had suddenly suffered while walking down the street.

"The photograph is the medium, the medium that triggers the murder pattern of the Ghost Scissors. When the Ghost Scissors cut the photograph, they triggered some kind of curse, causing me to suffer the exact same attack as in the photograph. However, a mere photograph doesn't seem to be able to completely and accurately trigger the murder pattern, after all, there are other people in the world who look similar, so he needs my name."

"A name and a photo combined can almost guarantee a person's identity, allowing for precise strikes."

Yang Jian's face was grim. He touched the two photos and looked at them repeatedly, becoming even more certain that he had been attacked in this way.

No wonder there were no warning signs.

These Ghost Scissors are almost identical to the machete I currently hold.

"If I change my name and appearance, will I be able to escape this curse?" Yang Jian speculated. "Changing my name or appearance is not difficult for me. If this method can break the attack of the Ghost Scissors, then it is something worth doing."

However, this is just one analysis.

He didn't do it immediately. Instead, he sat in the chair that Fang Shiming had sat in before and took out the box containing the strange woodcutter's knife.

"This is Fang Shiming's private office. There must be footprints left by Fang Shiming where I'm sitting." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he picked up the rusty woodcutter's knife again.

"Covering footprints doesn't require actually using your own feet; you just need to make contact with a medium. I was attacked by the ghost hand when I attacked that tall, rotting corpse before, which shows that indirect contact works too."

As he thought of this, a black shadow gradually appeared beneath his feet.

The ghostly figure had almost been pieced back together and was under control. The ghostly figure beneath Yang Jian's feet was now spreading out like a thick ink blot, beginning to cover the area.

Using ghosting for indirect coverage is a relatively safe method.

Anyone who has ever been to this office cannot escape Yang Jian's attack.

As the ghostly figure enveloped Yang Jian, who was wielding a strange woodcutter's knife, a series of figures appeared around him. Among these figures were construction workers, decorators, cleaning ladies, company employees, and even the figure of the deceased Li Yao.

These are people who left their footprints here before, and now they appear before Yang Jian because of the medium.

Besides these figures, Yang Jian also saw Fang Shiming.

Fang Shiming stood right in front of him, motionless, like a shadow.

"If the ghost shadow is used in conjunction with this woodcutter's knife, it can easily trigger this medium. There's no need to step on footprints or touch handprints randomly. You just need to cover the ground with the ghost shadow." Yang Jian's expression changed slightly as he thought of the tall, rotting corpse.

The ghostly figure and the woodcutter's knife both belonged to that ghost before, no wonder they complement each other so well.

At the same time, he was also relieved that the tall, rotting corpse had somehow cut off his ghostly shadow; otherwise, if the ghostly shadow had covered the passageway, everyone who passed by would have died, and there would have been no way for him to survive.

"Now seems like the time not to think about that; it's time to send Fang Shiming on his way."

Yang Jian stood up and raised the rusty woodcutter's knife in his hand.

What does it matter if he sacrifices another slot to suppress the ghost and ward off the curse? In his eyes, it's worth it.

He immediately swung his knife.

The eerie woodcutter's axe slashed down at Fang Shiming's shadow, cleaving him in two from head to tail.

Yang Jian didn't want to cut off his head or body, as that might not kill him. After all, some Ghost Tamer are not so easy to kill, so he was a bit ruthless.

After that one strike, the curse of the woodcutter's knife was unleashed.

The blackness on Yang Jian's arm has faded considerably, leaving him with only one slot left to suppress a ghost. Even if he resolves the music box's curse, his condition will be worse than before.

Now.

Inside the basement of a bungalow in a rural town near the city.

Fang Shiming was sitting on the sofa, reviewing some information, contacting some people, and making some arrangements.

Suddenly.

Fang Shiming froze, and then a strange crack appeared on his body.

The next moment, blood splattered, and the person was cleaved in two by something.

Not only that, the corpse lying behind him was also split in two at that moment.

The person and the ghost split apart together.

"Thump!"

Fang Shiming's body fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were wide open, as if he had not died immediately, and he showed an expression of utter astonishment.

"What's going on? The Ghost Scissors are clearly in my hands."

He suspected he had been attacked by the Ghost Scissors, but the thought had barely crossed his mind before he lost consciousness.

Although Fang Shiming had some emergency measures, such attacks came too strangely and could not be warned in advance, so there was no time to use them, just like Yang Jian who was attacked before.