Chen Qiaoyang stared fixedly at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man before him, his expression somewhat twisted.
Back at the old house, he had already questioned those two errand-runners, Zhang Qing and Wan Tong. He knew quite a lot about the man in front of him: his name was Yang Jian, codenamed Ghost Eye, a captain-level figure at Headquarters, and the first person to resolve an S-class supernatural incident.
He had also heard that Yang Jian had recently defeated Ye Zhen, the Ghost Tamer known as number one.
There was plenty more news like that. Chen Qiaoyang was sick of hearing it.
He only knew one thing.
This Yang Jian was connected to that man surnamed Yang, most likely his descendant.
"Back at the old house, I killed quite a few people, but I never saw you. So who are you?" Yang Jian's Ghost Eye peered at him as he asked coldly.
He didn't know me?
Chen Qiaoyang immediately caught that crucial detail.
Thinking it over carefully.
That made sense.
He and Yang Jian had never met, and he had heard Yang Jian had become a Ghost Tamer less than a year ago. Before that, he had been a student, entering the supernatural circle very late.
"Ghost Herder, Chen Qiaoyang." He composed himself and introduced himself.
Ghost Herder Chen Qiaoyang?
Yang Jian frowned. He searched through his vast memories for those words, but found nothing.
He was neither in Headquarters' files nor among the Ghost Tamers currently known to them. Even Liao Fan's memories contained no information on Ghost Herder Chen Qiaoyang.
"At the old house, the pendulum clock kept ringing and resetting. Was that your doing?" Yang Jian interrogated him.
Chen Qiaoyang smiled faintly. "Why should I tell you so much?"
"My patience is limited. You'd better cooperate, or