I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

The Ghost Slave Mark erupted with blinding black light on Ye Yan's body, like venomous snakes coming to life and coiling around his limbs and bones. He had confirmed that the male corpse in this tomb was either a top-tier ghost tamer or an extremely terrifying vengeful ghost in life.

Either way, killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant.

The gashs burst open from his limbs, as if torn apart by an invisible hand.

The skin rolled back, revealing pale tissue underneath; there was no blood, or rather, the blood was black.

Thick, black liquid gushed from the crack, dripping onto the ground and sizzling as it corroded small pits.

Immediately afterwards, his neck gave way, his head tilted to the side, rolled off his shoulder, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled to the feet of the weeping ghost.

All of this happened too fast.

He had just thought he was controlling the male corpse, believing that the [Life Status] had given him a chance to turn the tide.

But the other party instantly activated the authority of the Ghost Lord, a level suppression etched deep within the supernatural, more domineering than any law of killing. Supernatural power surged in like a tide, trying to completely erase his existence.

If it were an ordinary ghost slave, it would have long since vanished, becoming a vengeful ghost in the puzzle, a slave among slaves.

But Ye Yan's head was lying on the ground, his eyes still blinking.

"I'm still fully conscious," he analyzed calmly, his voice muffled as it came from inside his skull. "I can try switching bodies."

This is the confidence that the shared space gives him.

When he returned to reality, his thinking was that of a "vengeful ghost," devoid of superfluous emotions or neurotic thought processes, leaving only the purest form of thought.

That calmness was like ice, freezing away fear and panic. And in the shared space, his "superhuman thinking" allowed him to step back and examine the overall situation.

This dual mindset is his only support in this desperate world.

He had just triggered the control of that female corpse, the Grave Wailing Ghost, a B-rank vengeful ghost, not particularly strong.

Ye Yan had assessed his own strength, which was probably around B-level. He didn't plan to use Destiny Points to repair his original ghost body; over a hundred points were too expensive and not worth it.

After all, vengeful spirits don't die. As long as consciousness remains, the body is merely a vessel.

His consciousness was preserved entirely because of the [Shared Space]. In this mysteriously revived world, this is a "curse" level existence that protects his thoughts and personality without any side effects.

Ye Yan is now a vengeful ghost. His thoughts are the instincts of a vengeful ghost, while his humanity is safely preserved in the shared space.

The vengeful ghost is the embodiment of the rules, but it is a rule with its own consciousness, which is a paradox, a bug.

Only a ghost can defeat a ghost.

After Ye Yan controlled the Grave Wailing Ghost, the two supernatural forces began to balance out.

He controlled the woman's body, making it stagger to its feet and walk to his head.

What are the instincts of a vengeful ghost?

It is murder, it is following a pattern, it is endlessly executing a fixed behavioral pattern.

But Ye Yan is different.

"It seems that 'control' in the life state can be balance, a crash, or a temporary state of suppression," he muttered to himself. "It can also be the other way around, absorbing me as a puzzle piece. It's not quite what I expected."

He didn't spoil the mood.

From the perspective of someone who controls ghosts, there is indeed reason to worry about the resurgence of vengeful spirits.

However, ghosts themselves can be suppressed by other ghosts and become new pieces of the ghost puzzle. This is the cruel law of the supernatural world, and also the only way to survive.

In some ways, his start was perfect. After all, he was born an anomaly, much like Qin Lao, the lucky doll. He could be described as both human and ghost, but his abilities were like those of a ghost calling a human.

Therefore, Ye Yan calls himself Little Qin Lao!

The inequality is...

Ye Yan = Elder Qin!

The concept of "controlling" originally belonged to those who control ghosts. It was a prerequisite that those pitiful creatures who used human bodies to control the power of ghosts had to face. Every time they used their power, the ghost within them would regenerate a little and eventually be completely devoured.

But Ye Yan himself is a vengeful ghost, a vengeful ghost with his own consciousness. He can suppress his killing patterns. If a ghost messenger has consciousness, then its movement trajectory will not just be an instinctive forward movement, and its killing patterns will become truly unsolvable.

Ye Yan was granted the ability to control vengeful spirits by the [Same-Transmigration Panel], which essentially means absorbing the supernatural power of other vengeful spirits to make himself more complete.

Now, the weeping ghost is slowly walking over, bending down to pick up his fallen head, and holding it in his hands.

"I said, break your neck," Ye Yan commanded.

The woman's hands gripped his neck, twisting it forcefully. The broken surface revealed black veins, like tree rings.

He hadn't fully figured out the killing pattern of this male corpse in the cemetery, but after kneeling for so long, he was at least certain of one thing: this male corpse liked to be worshipped.

Do you think you're the Heavenly Emperor?

Ye Yan and the Crying Grave Ghost's bodies began to merge.

He felt his consciousness seep into the female corpse's body like water, resonating with every inch of her stiff muscles and cold bones.

The feeling was wonderful, like wearing a new dress that was tailor-made for you. It was a little tight, but it fit perfectly.

He moved his fingers, and the female corpse's fingers moved in response; he turned his neck, and the female corpse's head tilted to one side.

No discomfort.

There's even a strange sense of harmony between them.

Ye Yan then brought up the [Same Journey Panel] and used 20 Fate Points to modify the ghost's abilities.

This is the advantage of Fate Points. In this world rife with the supernatural, Fate Points are the hardest currency, capable of rewriting the rules and altering the supernatural.

A string of data flashed across the panel, and the Grave Wailing Ghost's abilities were recoded before his eyes. The old killing patterns were erased, and new possibilities were being generated.

He looked down at his original head, which he was holding in his hands, and then kicked it away.

The head rolled a few times on the ground, then hit a tombstone and came to a stop.

The empty eye sockets stare at the sky, like an old shoe that has been abandoned. The new owner is very happy, but the weeping ghost has more to think about.

"Not bad," Ye Yan said, moving around in his new body. "This body is much more convenient."

Unfortunately, he didn't manage to trick the ghost into regaining its body.

He straightened up, feeling the fusion of the two supernatural forces within him, along with the supernatural nature of the weeping grave ghost, coexisting in a subtle way.

A new vengeful ghost has been born.

Ye Yan looked down at the white cloth in his hand—this was one of Tong Qian's future ghost abilities, and now it had fallen into his hands. He suddenly realized that what he truly controlled was this white cloth, not the body of the weeping ghost.

The female corpse beside him had her face tilted back, and it seemed that tears were indeed streaming down her face beneath the burlap. Ye Yan glanced at it but didn't pay it any mind.

In the cemetery, the male corpse was completely still.

Ye Yan was unwilling to accept defeat and wanted to take revenge, but he didn't have the ability.

He had other plans: to take the ghost bus and see the outside world.

"I should go and take a look at Zhangdong," he muttered to himself.

The first time a person is bound to a chosen one, it is most suitable to use this term on Zhang Dong.

He pulled the white cloth over his head, turned around, and ran.

The ghost bus in the distance stood quietly, its lights still off.

"I haven't even gotten on the bus yet?!"