The Most Terrifying Trap

Wang Xiaoming had never dealt with the human skin paper before; he had only borrowed it for half an hour and obtained a lot of information. He didn't believe the contents of the information on it, but Wei Jing's existence proved that the information on the human skin paper was true.

It has a certain degree of credibility.

That's why Wang Xiaoming devised the ghost coffin and spirit tablet solution to resolve the Music Box Curse in Yang Jian's body. As for the trap, he didn't take any precautions because he thought that in the end, either Guo Fan or Yang Jian would survive, so he wasn't worried about anyone dying.

But why is Guo Fan a ghost?

There's absolutely no reason for it.

Wang Xiaoming stood there, stunned. He was thinking, analyzing, gathering all the clues together, and then connecting them into a logical line.

No supernatural event is entirely without pattern. As long as you diligently explore and research, you can find the reason behind everything. What seems illogical may actually be reasonable at certain times, but you just don't realize it because your thinking is stuck in the past, which is why you can't understand it.

"That time, when Guo Fan used the ghost candle to lure the ghost painting away from the suburbs, he swapped places with the ghost in the memorial tablet, and then he lost control. This loss of control led to the failure of the ghost painting's operation, but afterwards, for some unknown reason, Guo Fan and did not die from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost."

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoming grasped a crucial clue.

"So, Guo Fan was already 'dead' at that time? Died from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost in the memorial tablet. No, he should still be conscious. It's not that he was completely dead, but rather that the ghost in the memorial tablet had already invaded his body at that time, and he had been under the ghost's control ever since that incident without realizing it."

"A ghost that invades consciousness? Or is the spirit tablet a source, and anyone who comes into contact with it or enters it will have their consciousness invaded? If that's the case, then Yang Jian can't be trusted anymore; he might have become a ghost too."

No, no, no.

Wang Xiaoming continued to ponder, "Since the ghost has already set a trap for this plan, how can I be sure that Yang Jian has really become a ghost? This might be a form of misinformation, using habitual thinking to make me believe that Yang Jian's consciousness has been invaded by the ghost, while in reality he is still alive, and my disbelief will kill the real Yang Jian."

"If that's the case, then why is Yang Jian's corpse completely still, and the ghost inside his body seems to be dead, not even opening its Ghost Eye? If the thing controlling Yang Jian's body is a ghost, it should be moving around by now."

"That doesn't fit the pattern of murder. Or are they waiting for me to open the door?"

He became somewhat anxious because his earlier reflections made Wang Xiaoming realize that things were not as simple as they seemed.

It's extremely complicated.

The whole thing was far more complicated than initially thought. All the information was hidden, only beginning to surface little by little before the Music Box Curse arrived. This information was scattered, and even the smartest person couldn't conjure up anything out of thin air before the results were in.

But once the results were actually revealed, all the clues became meaningless.

"Professor Wang, what's wrong? You look pale." Wei Jing, who was standing beside him, noticed Wang Xiaoming's condition.

Wang Xiaoming's face was gloomy; he felt he had been used.

Whether it's a ghost coffin, a spirit tablet, or a solution to break the music box's curse, once you're tempted and start implementing the plan, it means you've already stepped into a ghost's trap. The rest is out of your hands; as long as the plan continues, you'll inevitably fall into the trap.

There is no way to retreat.

Moreover, if things continue like this, Guo Fan will die, Yang Jian will die, and I will eventually give birth to a terrifying vengeful ghost that will replace Yang Jian's body. And once this ghost leaves this place, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"The only chance is to bring Yang Jian's consciousness back, betting that Yang Jian isn't dead. If Yang Jian was also invaded by the spirit tablet, the worst outcome would be the same as now."

Wang Xiaoming thought of the only way to break this situation.

He turned around, looked at Wei Jing beside him, and then at the memorial tablet lying in a pool of blood inside.

If the memorial tablet is placed on Yang Jian's body and brought into contact, his consciousness may return.

But this is only a possibility. After all, the ghost inside Yang Jian's body may not be willing to switch back. It is very likely that Yang Jian will have to remain locked in the memorial tablet and become a new portrait.

"The chances are slim, but we still have to gamble, before Yang Jian's corpse moves again. Otherwise, Wei Jing might not be able to withstand Yang Jian in his current state."

To be honest, Wang Xiaoming didn't like this kind of risky gambling.

However, he had no choice. He even suspected it might be a trap. But even if it was a trap, he had to step into it. Otherwise, the danger posed by the ghost in Yang Jian's body would increase without limit as it gradually revived. In the long run, it would be too late to switch Yang Jian's consciousness back.

He didn't want to create another unsolvable ghost with his own hands.

"But do we really have to gamble?"

Wang Xiaoming hesitated, and his unease grew, because he felt that the whole thing was not so simple, and there must be aspects he hadn't considered; he had simply overlooked some things due to a lack of information.

Wei Jing continued, "Professor Wang, did you hear me? Are you alright?"

In his eyes, Wang Xiaoming seemed lost in thought, as if he were concentrating on something, but his complexion was not good, which inevitably made people worry.

Wang Xiaoming snapped out of his daze, waved his hand, and said, "I'm fine, I'm alright. There's not much time left. Open the door, put the memorial tablet back on Yang Jian's body, and let his consciousness return."

"Okay." Wei Jing nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"Wait a minute," Wang Xiaoming suddenly said.

Wei Jing asked, "What's wrong?"

"Be careful. If you encounter anything unusual, get out immediately. Also, do not have direct contact with the memorial tablet or Yang Jian. The current situation has exceeded my expectations. Anything could have irreversible and serious consequences. Don't get yourself involved."

Wang Xiaoming said, giving as many instructions and reminders as possible.

He hadn't done this habit before, but this time was different. He lacked confidence and assurance because he would never normally do something like this; it wasn't in line with his style. However, this time he had fallen into the trap of the paper doll, so he had no choice but to try his best to recover the losses.

This passive situation left Wang Xiaoming with no choice, and he couldn't do nothing at this point. If he did nothing, it would be tantamount to him killing Yang Jian with his own hands.

Although Wang Xiaoming secretly wished for Yang Jian's death, it wasn't at this time, nor in this way.

Yang Jian must live now; he cannot die.

"I understand." Wei Jing nodded stiffly. He found a pair of gloves and put them on. These gloves were made of gold and could ward off supernatural forces.

"However, for safety's sake, Professor Wang, you should still choose to isolate yourself temporarily."

This laboratory floor contains more than one room; it also includes several safe houses that can be used for isolation, in order to deal with special situations.

"Don't worry about me. I know what to do if something unexpected happens," Wang Xiaoming said.

Wei Jing said no more. He walked to the sealed doorway and opened the first door with a key and mechanical combination. The inner door, however, was dented and deformed and was no longer sealed, a result of the huge impact it had suffered earlier.

Once the sealed room was fully opened, a chilling aura, accompanied by a pungent smell of blood, wafted out.

There was a small patch of blood in the room, and the memorial tablet lay in a pool of blood.

Wei Jing glanced at it, then walked over expressionlessly. He picked up the memorial tablet and prepared to place it back on Yang Jian's corpse in front of him, thus ending this slightly dangerous experiment.

However, the next moment...

A cold, stiff, black hand appeared out of thin air and gripped Wei Jing's arm tightly.

Snap!

Wei Jing's body trembled, and he subconsciously looked to the side. At the same time, the memorial tablet he had just picked up fell to the ground again.

Yang Jian, whose face was slightly pale and who exuded a cold aura, appeared next to Wei Jing at some point. He was looking at Wei Jing with a strange smile, and a Ghost Eye on his forehead was moving restlessly around.

"Damn it, it's an illusion. 'Yang Jian' has been alive all along. It used the Ghost Domain to deceive our eyes. The corpse lying motionless on the ground is fake. This ghost is waiting for me to open the door. Wei Jing, retreat."

In an instant, Wang Xiaoming realized what was happening, and he practically roared.

His unease was justified; the situation he least wanted to see had finally occurred.

Why did I make such a stupid mistake?

No, this mistake was bound to be made sooner or later. Maybe he could endure it for a day, maybe for two days, but eventually he would still be unable to resist opening this door. This ghost would be released sooner or later because he knew in his heart that he couldn't just do nothing and watch Yang Jian die in the laboratory.

The opportunity was lost the moment she stepped into the trap and failed to realize that Guo Fan a ghost.

There is no possibility of gambling.

Because defeat is inevitable.

However, Wei Jing did not retaliate, nor did he immediately retreat as Wang Xiaoming had instructed. He remained frozen in place, as if he had lost the ability to move.

After a long pause, he turned his head slightly to look at Wang Xiaoming.

Wei Jing, who had been expressionless, now wore a strange smile, the same expression as Yang Jian standing next to him.

Wang Xiaoming's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowed sharply, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Wei Jing has been hacked?

The situation is about to spiral completely out of control; the ghost in the memorial tablet is far more terrifying than imagined.

At that moment, Wang Xiaoming's heart trembled.