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Chapter 398 Yang Jian (Second update, words today)

"Am I alive?"

Yang Jian stood stiffly in front of the ghost mirror.

His body is weird.

His back was clearly facing the ghost mirror, but his head was facing it.

His head twisted 180 degrees, and it wasn't just a brief twist, but it was as if his entire head had fallen off.

Even medical means cannot correct it unless the entire spine is repositioned.

"I'm alive."

Yang Jian, facing his back, had an expressionless face, as if he had lost all human emotions. He was cold and numb, like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.

No, he seemed more ghost than ghost now.

He raised his hand subconsciously.

But the hand was raised, but it was dislocated with a cracking sound, but Yang Jian did not feel any pain.

His shadow no longer appeared on the ghost mirror behind him, and he could not leave a reflection on the ghost mirror.

The ghost mirror cannot reflect the shadow of a ghost, because that would not conform to the rules of the ghost mirror. It only resurrects humans, not ghosts.

And there is no need to resurrect ghosts because ghosts cannot die.

"I have become a ghost now?" Yang Jian did not feel despair, pain, loss or other emotions.

His heart was cold, like a real evil spirit.

Because the resurrection was not complete, Yang Jian only resurrected half of his body. He was a human in front but a ghost behind.

The raised hands now held his head.

“Click, click~!”

Just like that, Yang Jian actually adjusted his head half a circle and bent it back.

He didn't seem to feel anything was wrong, but was very calm and composed.

After being resurrected from the dead and controlling the terrifying evil spirits, Yang Jian gained a lot, but also seemed to have lost a lot.

"It's time to leave."

Yang Jian spoke slowly, his voice without an echo, making people feel a little creepy.

Boom, boom, boom!
There was a knock on the door.

At that moment, Yang Jian felt a chill down his spine and his hair stood on end. His originally cold emotions were instantly turbulent.

The emotions that had just been lost suddenly returned to the body.

Because it was the knock on the door that completely ended his normal life and made him embark on the path of no return as a ghost rider!

Subconsciously, Yang Jian's three ghost eyes widened, and the scarlet ghost domain suddenly enveloped the entire house.

The ghost eye saw through the door at once, and saw that it was Wang Xiaoming outside, with an unfamiliar man standing next to him.

What is this guy doing here!
"Wang Xiaoming!"

Yang Jian was a little dissatisfied with his overreaction just now. He waved his hand and the door opened, and a ghost figure rose high behind him.

He said coldly, "Didn't I say I would contact headquarters directly after my resurrection?!"

"How did you find me here?"

He did not tell Wang Xiaoming the safe house where he performed the resurrection ceremony, but he did not expect that this person would find him anyway.

If he had not just completed the resurrection, if his ritual had been interrupted, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Yang Jian’s inner uneasiness was magnified again.

Zhuang Boshi was observing Yang Jian's condition.

Compared to the state of the corpse just now, Yang Jian's three souls have now returned to their places, and he finally has a little more popularity.

Well, just one point.

Controlling a fierce ghost is a process of constantly moving closer to it.

At this moment, the ghost eyes on Yang Jian's head were still looking around. The red eyeballs revealed a strange and evil aura, as if they were peeping at the situation around them.

The ghost eyes are Yang Jian’s eyes.

The cold expression and the weird disharmony in his posture indicated that the person before him was a ghost rider.

A ghost rider that is close to an alien.

Perhaps after being resurrected by the ghost mirror, the living Yang Jian had already died, leaving only the half-human, half-ghost Yang Jian.

When he completely abandons his physical body and becomes a ghost with memories, Yang Jian will be completely dead.

All that was left was the evil spirit that possessed Yang Jian's memories and consciousness.

However, in the mysterious resurrection, humans no longer have three souls but only seven spirits, and life and death are difficult to define.

Zhuang Boshi said politely, "I'm sorry, Yang Jian. I waited at the door for a while because I sensed you hadn't completed the ceremony yet."

"We don't mean any harm."

"Who are you?" Yang Jian looked at the man with vigilance.

There is no supernatural aura on his body, and his complexion looks very normal and healthy. Isn't he a ghost rider?
Could it be an official from headquarters?

Wang Xiaoming introduced: "This is the leader of the Emperor Organization, Mr. Zhuang."

"He was also invited by headquarters as an international aid to resolve the Dachang City starvation incident."

Only at this time did Yang Jian realize that the entire Dachang City had returned to normal, the gloomy haze had disappeared, and the sunlight was shining in again.

Within seven days of his resurrection, the headquarters actually resolved this S-level incident.

Although it relied on international aid, Yang Jian also had a slightly higher opinion of the headquarters.

It's a pity that if I had known this earlier, there would not have been a need to resurrect so urgently.

"Although it has been resolved, the conditions you promised me cannot be invalidated." Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming with his ghost eyes.

"Of course." Wang Xiaoming had a blank expression on his face. He was obviously in a bad mood as the Zhongzhou team had just dealt with Zhao Kaiming in a friendly manner.

"In that case, I'm going to go take care of my own business." Yang Jian was about to leave.

Although the starving ghost was solved, Yang Jian was still very worried about the safety of his friends Zhang Wei, Jiang Yan and others.

Zhuang Boshi stepped forward to stop him and said, "Yang Jian, I asked Professor Wang to bring me here this time. The main reason is that I want to discuss a deal with you."

"What deal?"

Yang Jian stopped and looked at the mysterious man coldly.

After observing for a while, he found that the man in front of him was indeed not a ghost rider.

Not only does he not have any supernatural aura on his body, but his physical condition is much better than that of ordinary people.

But his ability to deal with starving ghosts is definitely not as simple as it seems.

"Can you lend me the human skin paper for a while?"

"Of course, for a fee."

Zhuang Boshi handed the two golden boxes to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian did not take it rashly.

"Tell me why I must exchange with you?" He said indifferently. The strangeness of the human skin paper made him feel uneasy. Although he gave a resurrection plan, Yang Jian always felt that it was plotting some conspiracy.

However, he also relied on human skin paper to complete his resurrection, and the predictive ability of human skin paper is beyond doubt.

Although he doesn't need this thing in the short term, it might be useful in the future.

The other party stopped him and wanted to make a deal. If it were the previous Yang Jian, he might have become furious and been ready to fight.

But after seven days of hanging himself, he found that he was much calmer after being resurrected.

His body had become completely cold, like a corpse. Some parts of it were even rotten, and corpse spots had appeared on his skin.

It is difficult for a body like this that is already ice-cold to have any emotional excitement.

Zhuang Boshi didn't blame Xiao Yang for being rude. After all, his father died early, and he was controlling evil spirits before graduating from high school. In addition, the unreliable headquarters did not set a good example, so it was normal for him to have a stubborn and extreme personality.

After all, there are few normal people in this world, so just get used to it.

"This starving ghost incident was caused by another terrifying evil spirit." Zhuang Boshi pulled up the golden body bag from behind him and unzipped it.

When Xiao Yang saw Zhou Zheng's dead face, his hair stood on end and his seven ghost eyes widened at the same time. The strange red light once again covered the entire community.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. He won't recover." Zhuang Boshi waved his hand to signal Yang Jian to calm down.

Yang Jian looked at the starving ghost and found that it was indeed as quiet as a corpse, with a coffin nail stuck in its head.

Ok?
Coffin nails!
Isn’t this the one on the head of that huge black shadow with ghost eyes!

Could it be that the evil spirit has been released, or is there a second identical coffin nail?
I felt like I was frightened by a captured evil spirit, and combined with the life-and-death crisis I had just experienced not long ago.

Yang Jian's face suddenly darkened: "Are you trying to intimidate me?"

"Don't be so sensitive, Yang Jian. What I mean is that we have the confidence to pay a price that satisfies you."

Zhuang Boshi said with a smile.

"Even the starving ghosts who look desperate in your eyes can be easily dealt with by us."

Yang Jian was silent. In his opinion, the starving ghost was the most terrifying ghost he could imagine.

Not only can it eat ghosts, but it also has the ability to turn the evil ghosts it eats into puzzle pieces.

There is also a ghost zone that isolates a city and contains countless ghost slaves that can grow.

And no one knows how big this ghost will grow in the end if they allow such a terrifying ghost to continue eating.

"Tell me, what are the conditions?" Yang Jian looked at the two golden boxes.

Zhuang Boshi opened the first box.

Inside the box was a doll with a strangely twisted neck and scars all over its body.

"Witch doll, this is a supernatural prop. As long as you drip blood on it, any injuries you suffer within an hour will be borne by it."

"As a price, after an hour, it will slowly recover from its injuries. At that time, the injuries on its body will return to you again."

"By the way, don't let it accumulate injuries that could lead to death, otherwise, it will turn into a terrifying evil spirit and keep targeting you until you die."

nice one!
With this, you won’t be afraid of getting injured in a fierce battle and needing to recover!

You can even try out some of the evil spirits' killing patterns on yourself.

Yang Jian's eyes lit up, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he pretended to be indifferent.

Zhuang Boshi then opened another box, which contained a dagger.

"This is also a supernatural prop. Even though it's a dagger, every time you stab someone, that person will be attacked by a ghost."

"Stab a ghost once, and you can escape its attack once."

"The price is that no matter whether you're stabbing a human or a ghost, you can't use it on the same person more than twice, otherwise three terrifying ghosts will attack you at the same time."

He got this from the landlord and the manor owner, and tested its effect through some means.

The supernatural props that the headquarters had painstakingly accumulated were now gathering dust in the warehouse, and perhaps they were not as many as he had looted from the King's Organization's American branch.

Collecting with great effort is not as fast as robbing.

Give it to Xiao Yang because these things are really useless to them, and they already have a lot of other miscellaneous supernatural props.

Yang Jian was very tempted. Both the witch doll and the blood-stained dagger were very useful and low-cost supernatural props, and most importantly, they could save lives.

He hasn't seen much of the world yet, and the most powerful supernatural props he has seen are the ghost candle and the withered finger.

"These two items are in exchange for the borrowing of your human skin paper for five months. If you need them within five months, I can return them to you and give them back to me after use."

"How about it? The deal is fair. Can it be reached?" Zhuang Boshi looked at Yang Jian with a smile on his face.

Anyway, the Zhongzhou team will only stay in this world for half a year.

Yang Jian thought that his condition could last at least half a year, only five months, so there would be no problem at all.

A red light flashed, and Yang Jian was holding a golden box in his hand.

"Deal done." Even with that dead face, Zhuang Boshi could see the excitement and the anxiety that he was afraid that he would regret it.

Zhuang Boshi took the human skin paper but did not open it.

As if feeling that he had gotten a great deal, Yang Jian said very considerately: "I have to tell you something, this piece of human skin paper is very dangerous."

"Don't believe everything it says. It can't lie, but it can hide things."

In order to solve the starving ghost incident, he listened to the plan of the strange human skin paper and chose to hang himself.

Now, after being resurrected, he couldn't even tell whether he was dead or alive, or what he was now.

"I know." Zhuang Boshi nodded and put away the human skin paper.

"It's a pleasure working with you. If you encounter any problems in the future, you can come to me. We have always been generous to our partners." Zhuang Boshi handed Yang Jian a business card.

Even after communicating until now, Yang Jian has not appeared.

For this pseudo Daluo who was wandering on the timeline, it was impossible that he did not discover himself and others.

So, what exactly happened?

Is it that I don’t care, or that I can’t.

After completing the transaction, Zhuang Boshi nodded to Yang Jian and disappeared from his sight in an instant, taking the golden body bag with him.

"This is impossible!"

Yang Jian, who had obtained the supernatural props, had not been proud for a few seconds before he saw a scene that was enough to overturn his common sense as a ghost rider.

There are no supernatural fluctuations.

No ghost realm unfolds.

But he disappeared before his eyes.

And disappeared with the gold.

The supernatural cannot affect gold!
How did he disappear!
Is he a ghost rider?

Why does he want human skin paper!
A series of question marks popped up in Yang Jian's mind.

He now felt that what he wanted was missing, as if he had been set up.

"Who is he? Are you guys in the same group?" Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming, and his paranoia came back again.

Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "With your authority, you are not qualified to know about their affairs."

Yang Jian was silent, and he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart. Could this be the backup plan for the headquarters to remain standing?
Maybe they have a way to solve their own problems!
(End of this chapter)