The Suppression of Three Sides

The Door-Knocking Ghost was successfully attracted.

Although the plan deviated slightly, it was still completed smoothly. After the Door-Knocking Ghost appeared, Yang Jian had the ghost child extinguish the ghost candle, preventing it from attracting any more ghosts nearby.

Although the candle was extinguished, the ghost had already arrived, and the danger had not subsided.

An elderly man, dressed in a retro long gown and covered in lividity, walked towards us.

The first wave of confrontation between Yang Jian and the Ghost Child had already begun, with the Ghost Hand and the rotting human head creating a suppressive force that landed directly on the Door-Knocking Ghost.

Will it work?

Yang Jian opened his Ghost Eye. Although he didn't use his Ghost Domain, he still stared intently at the familiar yet terrifying ghost, observing what would happen next.

But what happened next gave him a chill.

The blackened hand that had landed on the old man in the long robe began to be covered in lividity, then rotted, and finally fell off without moving. It no longer had the strength to support the ghostly hand to continue moving, just like when it had just destroyed some of the Ghost Slave. This was actually a kind of confrontation between ghosts.

In this confrontation, Yang Jian's Ghost Hand was at a disadvantage.

The old man in the long robe, covered in lividity, continued walking forward without stopping. Yang Jian realized that something seemed amiss.

He quickly glanced at the dead man's head that the ghost child was holding.

The dead head continued to stare ahead, its eerie gaze fixed on the vengeful ghost without any deviation. However, the result was not that the old man became motionless, but rather that the decay of the rotting dead head began to intensify. No, it should be said that it continued to rot.

"How is that possible?"

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly. Although the dead man's head had already rotted before, because it was a ghost's head, the degree of rot had not changed at all and had remained the same. But now, the dead man's head, which had remained unchanged despite only suppressing the Door-Knocking Ghost, was starting to rot.

This process of decay is very rapid.

In just a short while, the strange skin on the woman's head rotted off, and a stench of decay filled the air.

"The first wave of suppression has completely failed. The situation is more serious than I imagined. Now we must take advantage of the fact that these rotting corpse heads are still useful to launch a second wave of suppression. And for that, I need to personally contact the Door-Knocking Ghost."

Yang Jian's expression was extremely solemn.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he charged forward without flinching.

They headed straight for the Door-Knocking Ghost the door.

The fear he faced back in No. 7 Middle School was now something Yang Jian had to confront again. Even after experiencing so much, he was still uneasy and fearful. The old man in the long robe covered in lividity had become his nightmare, constantly lingering in the depths of his mind and appearing from time to time.

"No way, he's going to get close to that ghost." Nagazawa, who had thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, turned pale when he saw Yang Jian rushing towards the ghost walking towards him on the street.

He had reviewed the files and recognized this as the source of the Ghost Knocking incident—a truly despairing ghost.

"Haha, Mr. Yang, keep up the good work! I hope you succeed."

At that moment, Nagazawa laughed, but his laughter contained more despair than anything else, as if he had already accepted that he would die here, and therefore no longer cared.

He simply couldn't imagine how he would survive in this situation.

The floating heads of the dead, the surging Ghost Slave —the old man who appeared hadn't been bothered before simply because he hadn't been targeted yet.

However, it's only a matter of time before they're being targeted.

Moreover, Yang Jian's actions were not going smoothly.

The closer Yang Jian got to the Door-Knocking Ghost, the colder the surroundings became. This coldness was actually an illusion; he was being affected by the vengeful ghost, and his body was being eroded by supernatural power. An ordinary person would probably be dead by now if they got close.

However, the ghost porcelain did serve its purpose.

Although Yang Jian felt his body being eroded by supernatural forces, the oppressive and suffocating feeling was offset by the chilling atmosphere.

The porcelain in the small shop near the street was rapidly changing color. A layer of black shadow was eroding the porcelain, as if paint had been soaked into it. At the same time, inconspicuous patterns began to appear on the porcelain.

If this texture expands, it becomes a crack.

It's just not that obvious yet.

But Yang Jian hasn't officially come into contact with the Door-Knocking Ghost yet.

Soon.

Yang Jian approached within five meters of the Door-Knocking Ghost. He could reach it in just a few steps, but even at such close range, the Door-Knocking Ghost didn't react at all. Its current target was the ghost child, because the ghost child had just lit the ghost candle, so it wouldn't change its target until the ghost child was attacked.

However, Yang Jian's gaze was fixed on the pocket of the old man in the long robe in front of him.

Retro long gowns, according to the style of the past, would not have pockets, but this old man has a pocket at his waist, and you can clearly see that the pocket is bulging, obviously containing something. However, this detail has been misinterpreted by many people. No one would think that a ghost could be hiding a huge secret. After all, people who see Ghost Knocking would be too busy running away to dare to take anything from a ghost.

"Let's give it our all. Even if we fail, we'll still achieve our goal this time."

Yang Jian took a deep breath and quickly chased after it, circling around to the back to approach the ghost, as it was easier to reach the ghost's pocket from behind.

The blackened ghostly hand reached out and grabbed the old man's arm.

Thin, stiff, and cold—even Yang Jian, with his Ghost Hand, felt a chilling abnormality when he touched it, as if an ordinary person had touched a tiger's tail, a feeling of being about to be devoured at any moment enveloping his entire body.

Dangerous, extremely dangerous.

The ghost within his body was issuing a warning, or perhaps Yang Jian, a top-tier Ghost Tamer, instinctively sensed danger.

"Are you kidding me? Still walking forward?"

However, Yang Jian clearly sensed that the old corpse in front of him was not moving at all and was still walking forward. This meant that the supernatural power belonging to the Ghost Messenger that he had stolen from the ghost coffin was completely unable to suppress this Door-Knocking Ghost, or perhaps there was more than one ghost inside the Door-Knocking Ghost's body.

Having failed to suppress the source of the ghost hand, Yang Jian dared not hesitate any longer. The headless ghostly shadow beneath his feet covered the ground in front of him, and as the fierce ghost in front of him walked forward, he stepped on the ghostly shadow.

The ghostly figure began to rapidly invade the fierce spirit before them, attempting to exert its power and suppress it.

Now.

The ghostly hand, the continuously rotting dead head, and the headless ghostly figure—all the powers of these three vengeful spirits—fell into the Door-Knocking Ghost.

This was the maximum suppression Yang Jian could achieve so far. If even this didn't work, he would have to use his last trump card: that rusty, eerie woodcutter's knife. One strike was enough to dismember a ghost, reducing its terrifying level.

"Tap tap!"

The footsteps stopped, and the suppression seemed to have worked. The gaunt old man covered in lividity that Yang Jian was holding stopped.

"Chance."

Yang Jian dared not delay any longer, and with his other gloved hand, he reached directly into the ghost's pocket.

Let's take the stuff first; whether we can successfully imprison the Door-Knocking Ghost depends on what happens next.

But then, something unexpected happened.

The elderly person who stopped walking did not lose their ability to move.

The next moment, a withered, sallow old man's hand, covered in lividity, suddenly grabbed Yang Jian's wrist.

The strength was unbelievable; Yang Jian's wrist made a cracking sound, but it didn't sound like bones breaking; it sounded more like porcelain shattering.

Inside that inconspicuous little shop by the roadside, the ghost porcelain protecting Yang Jian was placed in a corner, and at this moment, an astonishing change appeared on the porcelain.

Cracks appeared on the wrist of the porcelain figure in the shape of a human. Then, more and more cracks appeared, until finally, with a bang, the wrist and hand of the porcelain figure broke off and fell to the ground.

"Are you kidding me? It can still move?"

Yang Jian felt a chilling aura trying to invade him and affect his body, but fortunately, he was wearing a glove on his ordinary hand. The glove was made of gold, which blocked the supernatural force, so the situation was slightly better.

But this force is incredibly strange. My wrist has lost all feeling; it's probably broken, and there might even be a comminuted fracture or something.

Yang Jian didn't care about the injuries, because the headless ghost would piece them back together, and if all else failed, he could go back to Huang Ziya to recover.

"Send the headless ghost to fetch the thing." A bead of cold sweat appeared on Yang Jian's forehead.

Unable to break free from the withered, sallow old hand, he could only let the headless ghost continue its invasion, taking the things from the Door-Knocking Ghost before activating the Ghost Domain to force his way out.

However, the situation seems to be more dangerous than imagined.

The old man, who had stopped moving, began to turn his stiff head slowly, looking in the direction of Yang Jian behind him.

Its head was turning on its neck, as if trying to turn and look at Yang Jian.

But it didn't happen.

The old man's head stopped after turning ninety degrees, revealing a profile to Yang Jian, without presenting him with a terrifying scene of a Ghost Turning Back.

Yang Jian clearly saw the old man's gaunt face twitch slightly, forming an eerie smile, or perhaps an incomprehensible and terrifying sign of a vengeful ghost's resurrection.

"Hurry up."

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, but the headless ghost continued its actions. At this moment, he couldn't let his guard down; if he did, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Although this method did not completely suppress the Door-Knocking Ghost, Yang Jian was well aware that it had suppressed it by at least 70%, stopping the Door-Knocking Ghost's murderous actions.

A hand formed from a shadow, almost tangible, had already reached into the old man's pocket. Unfortunately, Yang Jian lacked the ghost's sense of touch and couldn't feel what was inside. He could only hope that the ghost would withdraw immediately after taking something out.

However, at this moment...

A mistake occurred on the ghost child's side; the rotting human head he was holding suddenly began to float up.

The oppressive force of the dead man's head disappeared.