Heavy Fog

As Yang Jian watched the bustling city recede into the distance behind him, his uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

He slipped away.

After sensing something was amiss in the city, he made a swift escape, even temporarily abandoning his plan to find Cao Yang and retrieve the Ghost Scissors. He felt that the matter should be postponed for a while, since it wouldn't be a bad thing if the Ghost Scissors fell into Cao Yang's hands, since he had no conflict with Cao Yang.

However, even if Yang Jian hadn't resigned beforehand, he would have refused to participate in this Ghost Painting Incident.

It's very simple.

His Ghost Eye are countered by the Ghost Painting, preventing him from using the Ghost Domain. Once he enters the Ghost Painting world, he may not be able to get out, especially since Yang Jian is not protected by the Music Box's curse at this time.

If there's a curse involved, then it's worth a try. After all, if you're not afraid of death, you're willing to take on anything.

"I wonder if the Ghost Chest's trading rules are still in effect?" Yang Jian pondered, then thought of another curse.

The transactions with the Ghost Cabinet are mandatory and cannot be refused. He had tried to refuse the Ghost Cabinet's tasks before, but the result was that the Ghost Cabinet mutated, releasing vengeful ghosts from the lower cabinet doors, which are suspected of hunting down the traders.

However, in order to break the curse of the music box, Yang Jian obtained a seven-day protection period from the Ghost Cabinet.

Seven days have not yet passed.

Yang Jian is currently still under protection.

As he pondered, time passed slowly.

The taxi driver focused on driving, not saying a word on the road. After more than two hours, the vehicle had entered the territory of Xiao'an County. This small county is not far from Da J City, only a three-hour drive away. However, because the place is relatively remote and underdeveloped, not many people are willing to come here.

"Young man, we've arrived in Xiao'an County. Where are you getting off?" the taxi driver asked, then couldn't help but glance at Huang Ziya in the rearview mirror.

The more he looked, the more amazed he became; he never imagined there could be such a beautiful girl in the world.

They were so perfect it was almost unbelievable, as if they didn't belong to this world.

"Just find a place to park in the center of Xiao'an County," Yang Jian said.

"No problem, but could you pay the money we agreed on beforehand?" the driver asked, glancing at Huang Ziya as he spoke.

Yang Jian, "I'll transfer the money to you via my phone. Ten thousand yuan, you won't be shortchanged a penny."

He quickly transferred the money to the driver, who was very excited after receiving the 10,000 yuan. He felt like he had struck gold that day, picking up a rich kid who was so generous.

"Huh? What the heck? It's fogging up?"

However, as the driver was heading towards the county town, he noticed that white fog had begun to appear on the road. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, but as the vehicle continued towards the center of the county town, the fog became thicker and thicker, eventually affecting visibility. He dared not drive so fast and had to slow down.

"It was fine just now, how did the fog suddenly become so thick? It's really strange, I've never seen fog rise so quickly before." The taxi driver muttered to himself as he carefully watched the road.

Sitting in the back, Huang Ziya fiddled with a strand of black hair by her ear, a strange look on her face. "Captain, this fog, isn't it strange? I remember looking at Feng Quan's file last time, wasn't his code name Ghost Fog?"

I just said the words "ghost mist".

The taxi suddenly slammed on the brakes, coming to an abrupt stop, but still accidentally bumped into the car in front, resulting in a rear-end collision.

The fog was so thick that it blocked out the car lights, making it feel like we were groping our way forward.

"Let's stop here, we're getting off." Yang Jian immediately opened the car door and got out, frowning as he looked at the thick fog.

It was indeed Feng Quan's Ghost Mist.

He had met them before and had some impression of them.

Huang Ziya walked over, not daring to stray too far from Yang Jian, and said, "Do you think it was Feng Quan who caused this? If it were him, he wouldn't normally use the power of vengeful spirits recklessly, especially covering such a large area. The impact is considerable. Perhaps if something goes wrong with him, it could be that the vengeful spirits have revived."

"It's not that the vengeful ghost has resurrected. Feng Quan's condition hasn't deteriorated to that point yet. He has already achieved a balance between the two ghosts, so he won't die so quickly," Yang Jian said with great certainty.

"That means Feng Quan is in danger," Huang Ziya said.

Yang Jian looked around. "Then let's find him."

"It would be dangerous to travel through such a thick fog like this, right? We might encounter ghosts. Captain, do you know the killing patterns of ghost fog? Tell me in advance so I can be prepared," Huang Ziya said, sounding slightly uneasy.

Yang Jian took a few steps forward. "The killing pattern of the Ghost Mist is very simple: you can't move. If you move, it will cause the surrounding thick fog to shake, which is a signal to the ghosts in the fog. The more you move, the stronger the signal becomes, and eventually the ghosts will appear around you and kill you."

"Therefore, the only way for ordinary people to survive in the face of the ghost fog is to stand still and not move. The ghost fog is moving, so you just need to wait quietly for a while and it will go somewhere else. Of course, the unlucky ones may still be seen by ghosts in the fog even if they sit still, and then be killed."

"Luck and composure are important when facing the ghostly fog, but I'm certain Feng Quan is not dead, so there are no ghosts in the fog; Feng Quan himself is the source of the fog."

Yang Jian quickened his pace. "Keep up, I need to find Feng Quan as soon as possible."

As he walked, one of the Ghost Eye on his forehead opened. At this moment, he no longer held back his ghostly abilities and used the Ghost Eye to clear the way.

The surrounding thick fog was gradually permeated by a layer of red light, and the fog tinged with red light was forced back, forming a clearing area. Only he and Huang Ziya were in this area, and no ordinary people were involved.

In fact, the ghost mist is also a kind of Ghost Domain, but it is still much inferior to Yang Jian's Ghost Eye. It cannot invade Yang Jian's Ghost Domain and can only be suppressed.

As his vision cleared, Yang Jian began to observe the unusual activity within the thick fog.

He saw pedestrians lost in the thick fog, and many vehicles that had crashed into nearby utility poles, but finally his gaze locked onto the source of the ghostly fog. It was a building with only a few stories high, with a sign hanging outside. Although he couldn't make out the words, it should be a small hotel. The ghostly fog was the thickest inside that building, because even his Ghost Eye couldn't see through it. His view was completely blocked at the doorway of a room on one of the floors.

Of course, this is also because Yang Jian only activated the third layer of the Ghost Domain and did not overuse the power of the Ghost Eye; otherwise, the ghost mist would not have been able to block his prying eyes.

"Right here."

The next second, Yang Jian and Huang Ziya appeared downstairs in the building.

"I can't see my surroundings at all." Huang Ziya looked around and found that Yang Jian's Ghost Domain could only cover two or three meters around her, after which it was all white.

"I can see clearly, that's enough. It's just finding someone, no need to make a big fuss," Yang Jian said as he walked directly into the building.

He quickly arrived at the door of a hotel room by going up the stairs.

The door was open, and a putrid smell wafted out. The surroundings were damp, with water droplets clinging to the walls, clearly affected by the ghostly mist.

"It's better to be careful."

When Huang Ziya saw Yang Jian preparing to push the door open and enter, she lowered her voice and reminded him.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, but with a forceful pull, the lock broke and the door opened.

Before he even entered, he saw a large earthen mound in the middle of the room. The mound was huge, taking up the entire room, and the soil was old, black, and smelly. The rotten smell was coming from the Grave Soil. And at the very top of the mound, a human head stood out strangely.

The man's head was covered in rotten Grave Soil, and he looked very disheveled, but one could still vaguely make out that the person on the grave was Feng Quan.

"Feng Quan, what's wrong with you again? Do you really enjoy burying yourself?" Yang Jian didn't go in; he frowned and asked seriously.

In this state, even he himself dared not say for sure whether Feng Quan was still alive.

As he finished speaking...

The head on the grave mound twitched, making a cracking sound, then turned and looked over. "Brother Leg, it's you. I knew you'd come looking for me, a little faster than I expected. I got into some trouble, almost got killed, so I had no choice but to act like a coward."

The earthen grave in the room was shaking, and a pair of hands that looked like they were rotting out reached out from the grave and then dug away the Grave Soil next to it.

Feng Quan struggled and writhed, frowning as he said, "Brother Leg, give me a hand, I'm stuck, I can't get out, and that thing is holding me."

There is a ghost in the Grave Soil, trying to drag Feng Quan into the grave and bury him completely, but because the ghost has not yet been resurrected, Feng Quan can still fight back.

"What exactly happened? Tell me in detail."

Yang Jian reached out; his entire palm was black and incredibly cold. As soon as he grasped Feng Quan's decaying hand, the earthen mound piled up in the room instantly collapsed.

Feng Quan felt a wave of relief wash over him, and he instantly stood up from the mud.

Under the suppression of the ghostly hand, the ghost in the earthen grave was instantly defeated.

Feng Quan patted the dirt off his clothes. "It must be because of Tong Qian's matter. I was attacked by other Ghost Tamer. This place is a trap. I was almost killed. In the end, I had no choice but to play hide-and-seek. I buried myself and covered myself with ghost mist. Ordinary guys can't find me."

"But I know, Brother Leg, you'll definitely find my location."

"Who would dare to lay a hand on the person in charge?" Huang Ziya, standing to the side, widened her eyes in astonishment.

Yang Jian remained calm. "You're making a fuss over nothing. The title of 'person in charge' can only intimidate newbies like you. If you really encounter a ruthless person, they'd dare to kill even the team leader, let alone the person in charge. Fang Shiming from our circle of friends is the best example. What? Feng Quan, did you run into someone from our circle of friends?"

He calculated the time and assumed it was an aftermath of the incident on WeChat Moments, since Feng Quan's departure and his own attack occurred around the same time.

"I don't know. I almost died for no reason. The other side had Tong Qian's GPS-enabled phone. I was lured here," Feng Quan said.