I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Zhao Kaiming was truly desperate.

The mother is dead, the father is dead, only the daughter is still alive, but no one knows where she has gone.

He had intended to end his life, but the wishing ghost saved him, and the vengeful spirit seemed unwilling to give up on its host.

Zhao Kaiming gripped the gun, his knuckles white. He really wanted to pull the trigger and end it all.

But he knew it was meaningless.

The wishing ghost wouldn't let him die, but the voices in his mind—Ye Yan's cries, the ghost's calls, and the knocking on the door—were endlessly overlapping, like a runaway radio banging back and forth in his skull, driving him almost insane.

Each time he heard it, he felt his reason being torn apart.

"You want a perfect body, but I'm not going to do that. Ha, just you wait."

Zhao Kaiming gritted his teeth and tried to solve these critical problems one by one.

No matter how much he struggled, those voices remained unmoved, as if they were etched into his soul.

He tried to block it out, tried to distract himself, but nothing worked.

Then he looked up and saw the old man in the air.

A figure in a long black robe, hunched over, suspended in mid-air.

The black ghostly domain spread out like ink, and a dull knocking sound echoed in the air. The knocking ghost had arrived, drawn by the "thump thump thump" released by Ye Yan, and came faster than expected.

The wishing ghost was not afraid of this old ghost from the Republic of China era.

But Zhao Kaiming was afraid.

He was terrified.

The knocking ghost's murderous pattern strikes, a supernatural attack that is almost certain to kill.

Zhao Kaiming felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, one more step and he would be in the abyss.

"Quick, come here quickly."

When he shouted those words, he didn't even know what he was saying.

He stopped caring.

He stopped caring about anything.

If the whole family is dead, what's the point of living?

What's the difference between living a muddled, aimless life like a dog and being dead?

The wishing ghost made two wishes, escaped the ghost realm, and avoided the pattern of the knocking ghost.

Family - 2.

Zhao Kaiming could still feel the chilling aura around him, but the next second, the knocking ghost was already in front of him.

That withered face, those cloudy eyes, that hand that kept tapping in the air.

Zhao Kaiming did something crazy. He rushed forward and hugged the knocking ghost tightly, like a child hugging a long-lost relative, and wept bitterly.

The immense pressure completely overwhelmed him at that moment; even with his strong resilience, he had reached his limit.

"Just kill me already! Just kill me already?! Why don't you just kill me already?!"

He screamed, his voice filled with despair and madness.

But the knocking ghost just mechanically knocked on the door, thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump, echoing in the air.

The inescapable law of killing had no effect on Zhao Kaiming. The protection of the wishing ghost remained.

Its cloudy eyes rolled around, staring at the human who was hugging it and crying.

Zhao Kaiming kissed the door-knocking ghost's face like a madman. The scene was extremely bizarre: a desperate man was embracing an old ghost from the Republican era, as if he were kissing his long-lost grandfather.

To the uninformed, it would look like a touching scene of grandfather and grandson reuniting.

The knocking ghost is still knocking on the door.

Mechanical, cold, devoid of any emotion.

Zhao Kaiming kissed her for a full minute.

A minute later, the wishing ghost took him away and returned to his own home.

The knocking ghost stood still, its withered hand slowly rising to touch the lips that had been kissed.

Then it continued its actions, following the pattern of killing.

Zhao Jianguo, the head of the Asia division, called.

"Zhao Kaiming, what are you doing? The door-knocking ghost is back in Dachang City! Hey, Zhao Kaiming, are you listening? Hundreds of people have died in Dachang City for no reason. As the person in charge, you can't just stand by and watch, can you?"

Zhao Kaiming hung up the phone.

The wishing ghost was listening silently.

A piece of paper floated down from the void.

[Living]

Family - 1.

Zhao Kaiming looked at those two words and burst into laughter.

Laughter echoed in the empty room, sounding even worse than crying.

Meanwhile, the wishing ghost was contemplating its own inherent laws.

It started playing a game of conflict, between the supernatural and between rules, and it didn't even know what it was thinking.

Ye Yan had already arrived at the upscale residential area near Yang Jian and brought all the gold with him.

He sat on the sofa, the same question replaying in his mind: Why did the wishing ghost act up before it first appeared under the streetlight?

He wasn't afraid of the wishing ghost itself—because the wishes that ghost made were all for Zhao Kaiming.

But if it breaks away from Zhao Kaiming and takes action on its own, that would be terrible.

Ye Yan decided to ask himself for help first. After thinking for a moment, he simply sat on the high-voltage line and instantly entered the shared space.

Two people are chatting in the shared space.

Without saying much, Ye Yan directly shared the information.

Ye Yan from Doupo raised an eyebrow: "You're in a bit of a predicament. You've been followed by the wishing ghost for so long and you didn't even know?"

The mysterious Ye Yan regained his normal emotions and shook his head: "It's not that I'm afraid of it, it's that its rules are too outrageous, its words become law. I can still fight it with my life force and the ghost bus's supernatural power, and I feel that my own supernatural power is constantly increasing."

Ye Yan patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, I have 300 Destiny Points here anyway, it won't have much of an impact, take it easy."

Ye Yan, adjusting his glasses, spoke with a rational and calm tone: "Go, use your supernatural science to create some weapons. My mind happens to have the talent of an inventor, which is perfect for your current crisis. Don't be afraid."

The mysterious Ye Yan nodded, his expression hardening: "In that case, I'll be going. Brothers, we'll talk about the rest later."

In Battle Through the Heavens, Ye Yan is the sect leader of the Yunlan Sect, while in A Certain Magical Index, Ye Yan is an ordinary office worker and scientist in Academy City.

One is in a fantasy world, and the other is in a world of demons and gods, yet they are both strategizing for the same "self".

Ye Yan woke up quickly and first checked the vicinity of the high-voltage power pole for any cold, transparent creatures. He reached out and touched the power line; the high-voltage current surged through his body, releasing a bit of pressure. He touched it again and felt much more at ease.

At Yang Jian's doorstep.

At this moment, Yang Jian was deeply feeling his supernatural resurgence when he saw the middle-aged man on the sofa silently watching TV.

"Dad, you're a grown man. You need to be careful with your eyes when watching TV. The TV was left on again last night."

Yang Jian said helplessly, but in his heart he wondered when his old man had such good energy.

Doorbell rang.

Yang Jian opened the door and saw a pale-faced young man. Ye Yan was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and had spent two Destiny Points to change his skin color, making himself look more like a crazed Ghost Tamer, even skipping skincare.

Yang Jian's eyes were full of vigilance.

The person in front of me exuded a cold aura. My first thought was that he was a vengeful ghost. But he had lived here for so many years. When had a vengeful ghost ever come to my house?

"Nice to meet you. Let me give you some advice first," Ye Yan said. "Look at that middle-aged man behind you. Is he really your father? Yang Jian, think about it. When did your father develop this habit? Wasn't he killed in a car accident?"

"What?!"

Before Yang Jian could process this information, he sensed that the stranger seemed to be acting with goodwill.

He glanced at the man on the sofa—red blood seeped through the newspaper.

Just then, Liu Xiaoyu called.

"Feed?"

Yang Jian took a step back, keeping an eye on Ye Yan while moving away from the newspaper ghost.

Ye Yan entered the house and, with lightning speed, hurled a coffin nail. The newspaper ghost tried to move, but Ye Yan used his Destiny Points to amplify his supernatural power, and the coffin nail struck precisely.

"Headquarters is checking your household registration information. You don't have to believe me, that's only natural, but just ask Liu Xiaoyu on the phone," Ye Yan said.

Hearing the conversation, Liu Xiaoyu asked in confusion, "You're not Zhang Wei at all... Wait, who are you talking to? Where did you get a father? You live alone, Yang Jian, be careful!"

Yang Jian felt extremely tired, and his memory had been temporarily altered by the newspaper ghost. He couldn't quite grasp the situation at the moment, but when he saw Ye Yan make a move, he knew that this person had come to help him.

"I'm fine, thank you. Since you know my name, there's nothing more to say. I'm all set here, bye."

"Hey, feed him." Liu Xiaoyu wanted him to deal with the knocking ghost, but Zhao Jianguo shook his head.

"Forget it, Yang Jian himself is also involved in paranormal events. Let's find someone else."

At Yang Jian's home, Ye Yan explained the situation in general terms, and a bit more trust developed between the human and the ghost.

Yang Jian sincerely thanked him: "Thank you."

He could feel that the red paper was suppressing his ghost eyes, forcing him to open more of his eyes to fight back.

"Let me introduce myself, Li Feiyu." Ye Yan extended his hand.

Yang Jian shook hands with him, his body trembling slightly. He always felt that this was not like a human, but more like a real vengeful ghost.