Locked Up
Wei Jing was not as easy to deal with as imagined. He was an anomaly who survived the Ghost Messenger incident. His starting point was too high among Ghost Tamer. Yang Jian had endured the risk of several ghost resurrections and suffered one ghost attack after another. Only now has he barely managed to make a name for himself.
However, in an unexpected experiment, Wei Jing was able to fight against Yang Jian after taking a nap.
There's really no way to compare people.
"Having used the dead man's head from the Ghost Child's hand, the Ghost Shadow negated the Ghost Rope's attack, and with the Ghost Eye's Ghost Domain and the Ghost Hand's suppression, there's no reason why Wei Jing could still hold on."
Yang Jian was holding Wei Jing's arm at that moment.
Although he was only holding one hand, he felt as if he were touching a real ghost, and instead of feeling confident, he felt uneasy.
At this moment, Wei Jing stood motionless, seemingly having achieved his goal. The dense darkness around him was rapidly dissipating, and the Ghost Domain belonging to the Ghost Messenger could no longer be maintained. Just like when the starving ghosts were restricted, the Ghost Domain throughout the city vanished in a very short time.
The origin of the Ghost Domain comes from vengeful spirits. As long as the vengeful spirits are restrained, the Ghost Domain will naturally cease to exist.
However, although Wei Jing's Ghost Domain dissipated, his body began to move at this moment.
His body didn't move, but his head slowly turned around. Accompanied by the crisp sound of neck bones breaking, Wei Jing's expressionless, cold face turned 180 degrees to look at Yang Jian behind him.
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
Are you kidding me?
It's compressed to this state and it can still move? Do I really have to take out that rusty machete and chop it to pieces?
However, using a machete is too costly and not worthwhile in such a situation.
Do you want a refund?
The idea of retreating came to Yang Jian's mind. He didn't want to fight to the death with Wei Jing, who was controlled by a ghost. He had just broken the curse of the music box, and the Ghost Eye, ghost hand, and headless ghost shadow in his body had reached an unprecedented state of balance.
Barring unforeseen circumstances, one could live for a very long time in this condition.
"Forget it, I'm not going to make this money anyway." Yang Jian decided to retreat, not wanting to fight Wei Jing to the death.
Taking the Ghost Rope is the reward for this operation; the rest can be left to those who need a headache.
However, just as he was about to let go and leave with the ghost child, Wei Jing, who had already turned around, suddenly opened his mouth and uttered a sound, "Yang Jian?"
The shout made Yang Jian's eyes narrow sharply.
What happened?
Wei Jing came back to life.
Or perhaps he's been too deeply invaded by the ghost, and the ghost has already acquired Wei Jing's memories, allowing it to impersonate a living person.
Regardless, the safest course of action for Yang Jian in the face of this incomprehensible and bizarre scene is to evacuate.
He released his grip, no longer wanting to suppress Wei Jing.
But as soon as he loosened his grip, Wei Jing's cold, blackened hand grabbed Yang Jian's wrist, seemingly unwilling to let him go or leave.
"It's me, I'm still alive."
Wei Jing opened his mouth like a corpse, and his voice drifted around like the whisper of a vengeful ghost, devoid of any emotion.
Yang Jian looked at Wei Jing's hand that was gripping his, and stared solemnly at the dead face that was twisted 180 degrees. Faced with this question that sounded like a living person, he felt that the situation was extremely unbelievable.
"Is it a person speaking, or a ghost speaking?"
He stared intently at Wei Jing, a strange, rusty woodcutter's knife appearing in his hand at some unknown time.
Despite being suppressed to this extent, Wei Jing still had some ability to move and was now speaking. Yang Jian felt that the situation was a bit serious, so he prepared to use the strange woodcutter's knife.
The machete was not carried with him.
He left this thing near the experimental base before participating in the experiment, and now that the Ghost Domain covers it, he can easily retrieve it.
"I am Wei Jing." A strange, sluggish voice echoed, giving off a mechanical stiffness.
Yang Jian gripped the wood-chopping knife tighter. "You say you're Wei Jing, and I'll believe you? Even if you really are Wei Jing, you're almost finished in this state. How long can your consciousness remain after being possessed by a ghost? Why don't you just let go and let me deal with you, so that your vengeful ghost won't cause even greater casualties after it revives?"
He didn't care whether Wei Jing was still alive and communicating with his remaining consciousness, or whether a ghost was controlling Wei Jing, possessing his memories and pretending to be alive.
The safest course of action at this point is to dispose of it.
Therefore, Yang Jian no longer intended to complete Wang Xiaoming's deal; instead, he wanted to eliminate Wei Jing.
Wei Jing fell silent at this moment. He seemed to be thinking about it and was starting to think that Yang Jian was right. His current state was just a brief return of consciousness. It was possible that the ghost in his body was suppressed during the confrontation just now, which was why he was able to wake up.
However, this suppression cannot continue indefinitely.
Being killed by Yang Jian while he's still lucid for a moment would actually be advantageous to the situation.
"What you said is right." Wei Jing slowly released Yang Jian's wrist; he had made his decision.
"Etc."
However, at that moment, Wang Xiaoming's voice came from not far away. He had somehow gotten onto the road and witnessed what had just happened.
Yang Jian stared at him with his Ghost Eye: "What do you want to do?"
"Keep him here. You don't need to switch the ghost out of Wei Jing's body. Just find a way to lock him in the lab room. I'll handle the rest," Wang Xiaoming said seriously.
"Are you trying to create another Ghost Messenger?" Yang Jian said.
Wang Xiaoming said, "The three conditions I promised you still stand."
Yang Jian's expression hardened. "He's been possessed by a ghost. It could be a temporary return of consciousness, or it could be the ghost speaking. There's no way you can save Wei Jing. Don't do something impossible."
"You won't be held responsible if anything goes wrong. As long as you lock him up, the rest is none of your business," Wang Xiaoming said.
Yang Jian frowned deeply.
Clearly, Wei Jing's return to consciousness had piqued Wang Xiaoming's interest; this guy probably had some crazy ideas up his sleeve.
"Whatever, it'll save me trouble this way."
Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, then instead of immediately using the Ghost Domain, he began to infiltrate the previous laboratory.
He grabbed Wei Jing and, along with the Ghost Infant, moved them to the fourth floor of the laboratory. There was a special room on this floor; he had seen the room where he had conducted experiments on the fifth floor, but it had been destroyed.
Although Wei Jing was able to move, his movements were limited, and he was suppressed, allowing Yang Jian to easily transfer him in.
Wang Xiaoming looked around and realized he was back in the laboratory on the fourth underground level. He immediately opened the door to the special room. "This room can easily keep him locked up."
"Don't forget that Wei Jing also has Ghost Domain, and it's a very high-level Ghost Domain. Ordinary people can't invade it. Once he escapes, don't expect me to clean up his mess." Yang Jian threw Wei Jing inside and then quickly closed the door.
Wei Jing lay on the ground like a corpse, stiff and motionless.
The situation only changed after Yang Jian let go and the ghost child put away the rotting human head.
Wei Jing, who had been locked in the room, stood up again. His neck, which had been twisted 180 degrees, quickly returned to its original position. Not only that, but even the broken cervical bone returned to its original state before the break. The wounds on his body also healed rapidly at this moment.
"This guy's damage has disappeared; his body is practically rebooted." Yang Jian's eyelids twitched as he watched.
No wonder Wei Jing was so difficult to suppress. After being invaded by the ghost in the spirit tablet, he seemed to have made up for some of his shortcomings. You have to know that this is not a real Ghost Messenger. If a real Ghost Messenger got this ability, it would be terrifying. Even if he was dismembered by a woodcutter's knife, he could probably recover very quickly.
"That's enough."
Wang Xiaoming surveyed the situation and noticed that Wei Jing was standing behind the glass window, his lifeless eyes looking in their direction as if he were spying on everyone.
But this special room can isolate many things, such as the senses of vengeful ghosts, so Wei Jing stopped moving.
"He was more difficult to deal with than I imagined. If he hadn't lost control, he would indeed have been a top-tier Ghost Tamer," Yang Jian said. "Unfortunately, he fell before he could even make a significant impact."
If Wei Jing were alive, he could definitely stand up to Ghost Tamer of Fang Shiming's caliber.
"He's not dead yet, I can feel it," Wang Xiaoming said. "As long as Wei Jing achieves a new balance and suppresses the ghost inside his body, he will recover."
"Heh, even if he wakes up, we probably still don't know if Wei Jing is a human or a ghost," Yang Jian sneered, not optimistic.
Wang Xiaoming said, "I can make my own judgment. Your matter is over, you can leave now."
"No, I want to know the whole story, especially about the existence of that trap," Yang Jian said.
Although Wang Xiaoming had given a brief explanation, he didn't believe it.
Yang Jian needed to know exactly where the human skin paper trap was located and what it was planning. Although he had survived unharmed, there were some things he couldn't help but keep in mind.
Only one chapter today. I wrote too much yesterday and I feel a bit dizzy.
I'm so sorry.