Wei Jing's Message

"Is Fang Shiming dead?"

Yang Jian stood in the private office, having already put away the strange woodcutter's knife in his hand, afraid to hold it any longer for fear of being cursed.

Just now.

He did indeed trigger the medium and slash Fang Shiming. Based on previous assessments, Fang Shiming should now be the one being attacked by himself.

However, Yang Jian was not certain that Fang Shiming was really dead.

After all, he didn't know where Fang Shiming was, couldn't see Fang Shiming's condition, and couldn't determine whether the person was alive or dead.

"Wait here for a bit. If Fang Shiming is dead, he definitely won't show up again. If he's not dead, he must have reacted quickly after being attacked by that strange woodcutter's knife. He might even use my photo to curse me again."

Yang Jian made this judgment in his mind, because according to his personality, if he hadn't died, he would definitely have taken revenge in a frenzy.

So he was waiting for Fang Shiming to retaliate.

Having already confirmed that he wouldn't be killed by the Ghost Scissors under the curse of the music box, he felt quite confident.

The Ghost Domain was not completely reclaimed; he only maintained three layers of the Ghost Domain covering the Ping An Building and some surrounding streets, thus significantly reducing its area.

"If Fang Shiming doesn't show up before dawn, then I can conclude that I've already killed him," Yang Jian calculated in his mind.

So he decided to sit here and wait for dawn.

Although Yang Jian's approach was prudent, he was unaware that Fang Shiming had died after being slashed with his strange woodcutter's knife, and that he had died in a basement in an inconspicuous town outside the city.

However, as time passed and nothing happened on Yang Jian's side, his thoughts gradually began to change.

From initially doubting that Fang Shiming was still alive, they gradually came to believe that he might already be dead.

Yang Jian checked the time.

It's already 4 a. m.

"Fang Shiming hasn't shown up yet, nor has he attacked me. Does that mean he's most likely dead?"

Yang Jian seemed to have been sitting for quite a while. He stood up and looked out the window at the brightly lit metropolis in the still of the night.

"If Fang Shiming is already dead, where could he have died? He still has that Ghost Scissors in his possession; I won't be able to eat or sleep properly if I don't take it away."

Yang Jian frowned slightly at this moment.

While it was a good thing that the remote triggering of the medium directly killed Fang Shiming, it also left this hidden danger.

As long as the Ghost Scissors exist, the cursed attacks of the past may reappear. The only difference is that the next owner of the Ghost Scissors will no longer be Fang Shiming, but another unknown Ghost Tamer.

He is no longer afraid of the curse of the Ghost Scissors because of the music box.

Even after the music box's curse is lifted, he still won't be able to withstand that attack.

Like the strange woodcutter's knife in Yang Jian's hand, it possesses a terrifying effect that can kill almost instantly.

Yang Jian pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly. "I can't worry about that now. There are countless bizarre curses and terrifying ghosts in this world. Even if I can ward off the Ghost Scissors today, I might encounter something even more terrifying next time. I can't possibly eliminate all the sources of supernatural phenomena."

"Besides, I still have this wood-chopping knife in my hand, which gives me the ability to fight back. If I'm really willing to fight to the death, I'm not afraid of anyone."

As he thought about this, he gradually felt relieved and stopped worrying too much about the Ghost Scissors.

However, this is all predicated on Fang Shiming being completely dead. If he's not dead and suddenly resurfaces, then Yang Jian will be in serious trouble.

"It's still dark, let's wait a bit longer." Yang Jian continued to stand by the window, looking outside.

Now, the headless ghostly figure that had been severed by that eerie woodcutter's axe inside the Caesar Hotel has been pieced back together, and his legs have regained their mobility. Although his body is still dead, he can use his ghostly abilities to repair it again later.

However, these are all minor issues.

The real problem is the curse of the music box.

If Fang Shiming is confirmed dead by daybreak, then Yang Jian will have no choice but to start thinking about how to resolve the Music Box Curse.

Although he had a few rough ideas about the music box curse, he wasn't sure if they would work. After all, there was no precedent for someone surviving this curse, so he couldn't rely on past experience and had to figure it out himself.

However, it was around 5 a. m.

Yang Jian suddenly discovered that his Ghost Domain was showing signs of being invaded.

"Is that Fang Shiming?" He instantly became alert, and even prepared to take out his wood-chopping knife again.

If Fang Shiming were still alive, he would strike again, using up the last suppression slot, and do everything in his power to kill this guy.

However, Yang Jian soon realized something was wrong.

The invading Ghost Domain was darkness, a darkness so thick you couldn't see your own fingers. This darkness, like thick ink, surged up from the ground floor of the Ping An Building, seemingly having discovered them, and was heading straight for them.

"It's not Fang Shiming; Fang Shiming's Ghost Domain isn't like this."

Yang Jian's expression shifted, and he left the office, heading to the top floor of the Ping An Building.

This area is more open and suitable for hands-on activities.

Darkness invaded his three layers of Ghost Domain, preventing him from clearly seeing the other party's situation.

Soon.

On the rooftop platform, as the surrounding light dimmed, a person emerged from the deep darkness with slightly stiff steps.

"So you're Yang Jian?" A cold, indifferent voice, devoid of any emotion, rang out.

Yang Jian frowned, staring at the person. The face looked familiar, but when he finally saw it clearly from the darkness, his eyes widened in shock. "Ghost Messenger? No, that's not right, you're not Ghost Messenger, you're Wei Jing."

The person in front of him looked exactly like Ghost Messenger. If he hadn't spoken, he would have immediately thought that the Ghost Messenger incident had happened again.

"You're right, I am Wei Jing, not Ghost Messenger."

The one who invaded Yang Jian Ghost Domain was none other than Wei Jing, who had already died. He said, "Are you waiting for Fang Shiming?"

"How did you know?" Yang Jian looked at him warily.

Wei Jing said, "Professor Wang sent me on this trip because he guessed that your struggle with Fang Shiming would continue, but he didn't expect it to end so quickly. You don't need to wait for him anymore; Fang Shiming is already dead."

"Dead? How can you be sure?" Yang Jian said.

"Headquarters has received the news. Although there's no evidence, the source is quite reliable." Wei Jing finished speaking and tossed out a photo.

The photo disappeared in mid-air and appeared in Yang Jian's hand the next moment.

Yang Jian took a look.

The photo shows a dimly lit basement with a corpse inside. The corpse is split in two, with blood splattering and staining the surrounding area red. Although the corpse looks gruesome, it can be vaguely identified as Fang Shiming.

"Where did he die?" Yang Jian immediately pressed.

The Headquarters' information network is incredibly efficient; they've already located Fang Shiming and even learned of his death. If that's the case, he can try to retrieve the Ghost Scissors.

Wei Jing said, "I don't know."

"Is it that you don't know, or that you don't want to say?" Yang Jian asked.

"I don't know, I just don't know."

Wei Jing said, "I'm here to inform you that Professor Wang wants to see you at 10:00 this morning."

Yang Jian, "I'm not interested. There's no need for me to meet him anymore. Besides, I'm also preparing to resign from Headquarters. I'll be leaving here after today, and I won't be coming back unless something unexpected happens."

"This is your business, it has nothing to do with me. I'm just here to deliver a message." Wei Jing's face remained cold and numb, his eyes empty and lifeless, like a dead man.

This state was very unusual, and Yang Jian sensed the aura of Ghost Messenger on him.

What intrigued him most was that Wei Jing should have been dead, so why was he still alive? Had some unknown change occurred during that time?

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't think much of it. Instead, he was pondering the meaning behind Wei Jing's words.

To be honest, he was tired of this pointless fighting and didn't want to associate with people who disgusted him. He came here to survive and find a way to balance himself. Unfortunately, he succeeded, but then lost everything.

In his mind, it was a losing proposition.

Wei Jing didn't say anything more at this moment. He turned to leave, but before leaving, he added, "Professor Wang has some ideas about the music box curse. You can go and listen to them."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly.

Indeed.

Wang Xiaoming was the first person to study the Music Box Curse. He conducted many experiments and researched many topics, including human skin lanterns, ghost candles, ghost coffins, and methods to prolong the resurrection of vengeful ghosts. Many of his experiments were very successful, while others failed. Regardless, Wang Xiaoming knew more information than anyone else.

"Shall we go take a trip?"

Yang Jian began to make plans in his mind.

Even without Wei Jing saying anything, he had a general idea of why he was being asked to go there.

It's nothing more than completely quelling this conflict with my circle of friends and appeasing myself. In return, Headquarters will make some concessions.

"It concerns the Music Box Curse; we have to make another trip."

Yang Jian pondered for a long time and realized that this was not the time for him to throw a tantrum. He had to put up with some things for the time being, but no matter what the Headquarters said, he would resign this time. He would never be as easy to talk to as before.

In addition to that...

Yang Jian then looked at his own faded black arm.

We should also ask Wang Xiaoming about this.

What exactly were the flaws in the coffin nails he copied back then?

"Ten o'clock in the morning?"

Yang Jian checked the time. He decided not to linger at the Ping An Building any longer, since he had already confirmed Fang Shiming's death and there was no point in staying there.

He has some things to take care of and also needs to recover.

I'm not feeling well today, so this is just one update. I'll make up for it tomorrow. Everyone, get some sleep.