I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Ye Yan looked down at the newspaper ghost that was nailed to the ground. Its supernatural power had completely subsided, and it was unable to move like a dejected lapdog.

The paranormal newspaper lay quietly beside him, and he bent down to pick it up.

This thing is really useful. The newspaper ghost is the kind of ghost that grows. At first, it could only vaguely remember things, but later it could directly modify and inject memories, and even use red paper to suppress the ghost's eyes. In the original story, it kept chasing Yang Jian.

Thinking back to that time in Yang Jian's room, it's likely that his memory had already been altered.

Then, at the Caesars Hotel, he manipulated Feng Quan, Zhao Lei, and Tong Qian, managing to turn that original storyline into something resembling a major villain's role.

This caused Yang Jian, the author of the original work, to be extremely troubled by this ghost.

That's all the main body can do now; this newspaper, however, will belong to him from now on.

Ye Yan looked at the ghost newspaper. This newspaper was very powerful. Ye Yan sighed that supernatural items were indeed useful. However, if things continued like this, using Fate Points to maintain the size of the rules, his own supernatural power was too weak. Ye Yan needed to control more fierce ghosts to complete his puzzle. At least he needed to have the ability to control ghost domains and restart.

Ye Yan decided to use the ghost newspaper to alter Yang Jian's memories and train him into his own "ghost slave," just as Yang Jian later used Wang Shan as a puppet, using deceitful ghosts to influence reality and ghostly figures to alter memories. He calculated that controlling this newspaper ghost was the optimal solution at present.

"You should rest well first. I'll come back and talk to you later. You should find another place to live; it's not suitable here. What's your bank account balance? I'll transfer ten million to you first."

Ye Yan looked at the future "Yang Jian" before him. At this time, Yang Jian was just a high school student, completely unaware of the full picture of the supernatural world. But after two direct encounters with vengeful ghosts, he had already developed an instinctive way of thinking in desperate situations.

Supernatural events never favor ordinary people, but they can make people grow rapidly. For example, Wang Shanshan in the original work was able to change so quickly from Baishui Town to the Wishing Ghost incident.

"How much...how much?" Yang Jian almost thought he had misheard.

The number ten million left him somewhat stunned.

Ye Yan didn't say anything more and directly transferred 1 Destiny Point.

Yang Jian's phone vibrated, and when he looked down at the balance on the screen, his breath caught in his throat.

A windfall?

No, it's more like being chosen by some irresistible force.

"Show me your Ghost Eyes." Ye Yan's tone was calm, yet brooked no refusal. "Don't be so ignorant. Your Ghost Eyes have unlimited potential. Don't let numbers, money, and power hold you back. There are even greater opportunities waiting for you, and much more hardship awaits you in the future."

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment before finally releasing the suppression of the ghost eyes. The three scarlet ghost eyes opened one by one, their eyeballs moving restlessly. The moment they met Ye Yan's gaze, they instinctively shrank back and closed.

Ye Yan raised his hand, and the eerie red paper emanating from the red newspaper suddenly pressed down, directly covering Yang Jian's restless ghost eyes, while simultaneously activating his own supernatural abilities.

After being held down, Ghost Eyes struggled wildly, its scarlet light surging and churning like a boiling tide of blood.

Ye Yan shouted in a deep voice, "Release more Ghost Domains, stack them up to three layers."

Yang Jian was in excruciating pain all over his body, the icy supernatural invasion almost tearing him apart, but the riot of the Ghost Eye was quickly suppressed by Ye Yan using 20% ​​of the power of the Ghost Bus.

Ye Yan intensified the erosion of the red paper, and his domineering yet precise control made Yang Jian suddenly realize that he was helping him.

Ye Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm here."

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, and his six ghost eyes opened one by one. Then the seventh one slowly emerged, with twisted scarlet patterns reflected deep in its pupil.

Ye Yan immediately activated the unconditional probabilistic control. This time, he used Fate Points to forcefully push the probability of the control state to its limit.

A gentle yet incredibly powerful supernatural force instantly invaded Yang Jian's body, intertwining and merging with the Ghost Eye.

Yang Jian instinctively felt uneasy and blurted out, "Aren't you worried about the vengeful ghost resurrecting?"

Ye Yan's gaze darkened slightly, and he said calmly, "I understand the rules better than any vengeful ghost."

"Top-tier ghost tamers don't need to worry about the resurgence of vengeful spirits. I am a born anomaly, having already overcome the balance and the crash."

Yang Jian: "..."

This was the pseudonym he chose for himself, using "outcast" instead of "ghost".

This identity will be most useful when I go to headquarters in the future.

Being born different means being born to control the supernatural, and there is no need to worry about backlash.

No one even knew his real name; they only knew him as Li Feiyu.

Yang Jian said no more and continued to keep his eyes open.

The eighth ghost eye struggled to open, while one of them slowly closed.

Ye Yan immediately consumed 100 Destiny Points to amplify his supernatural abilities and forcibly stabilize the situation.

The ninth ghost eye is already showing signs of loosening and is on the verge of opening.

Yang Jian reached his limit, and his will began to falter.

Ye Yan said sternly, "Think about your mother!"

Ye Yan intended to use his moral high ground to criticize Yang Jian, who lay on the ground, his fear penetrating to the bone, but these words burned his will like a raging fire.

The resurgence of the ghost eye did not go out of control; instead, it fed back into the body, making the supernatural power even more solid.

Ye Yan realized that the ninth ghost eye could finally open. Without hesitation, he launched the Infinite Invasion, then took off the spiritual weapon around his neck, enlarged the coffin, and threw Yang Jian inside.

The moment the coffin closed, Yang Jian felt that the raging ghost eyes finally quieted down.

Ye Yan: "You should lie down first. As for the favor, you can repay it in a lifetime. When I create my organization, I will need you. I'm not helping you for free, nor am I your babysitter. I just saw your unlimited potential, that's all."

Yang Jian replied, and when he realized there was no more noise outside, he went back to lie down and went back to sleep.

But his mind never stopped, calmly sorting through the experience. He wasn't naive enough to think that "Li Feiyu" was simply helping him out of kindness, but rather that it was just a mutually beneficial arrangement.

There's no such thing as good without a reason, especially in their circle.

Meanwhile, Ye Yan returned to his newly purchased villa. He took out the coffin nail from his pocket and pulled it out.

The newspaper ghost that had been nailed to the ground instantly revived, its supernatural power stirring. But Ye Yan simply reached out and squeezed it, and the ghost seemed to lose all its strength, sinking back down, becoming as quiet as a dead object.

Ye Yan looked down at the ghost, then casually stuck the ghost newspaper on its face to test its effect.

However, the ghost newspaper did not react at all.

He immediately understood that they were originally one.

No wonder Yang Jian couldn't change this ghost in the original work; this is the root of the problem.

Since it's a single entity, let's just dissect it.

Without hesitation, Ye Yan immediately consumed 10 Destiny Points to temporarily activate the bonus. At this moment, with the enhancement of 100 Destiny Points, his original 20% Ghost Bus supernatural power surged to 50%. Although the duration was extremely short, it was enough.

He grabbed the coffin nail, infused it with supernatural power, and transformed it into a cleaver. With a swift stroke, he severed the newspaper ghost's limbs.

"I can eat this ghost." This thought popped into my head, bold yet reasonable.

Ghosts cannot be truly killed, but they can be dismembered and devoured. Wasn't the starving ghost fed into a chaotic monster by the wishing ghost?

He originally wanted to use ghosts to raise ghosts, but he was ultimately not at ease with external ghosts. Every time the supernatural weapon was used, it would consume destiny points, and the points would only increase from 1 to 5. It would be better to solve the problem once and for all. Only a localized power system was suitable. Ye Yan thought this way in every world.

Ye Yan modified the machete to make it more handy, and cut the newspaper ghost's corpse into pieces step by step, chopping its hands, feet, torso, and head into fragments.

The supernatural blood that flowed out wasn't wasted; he controlled and absorbed it little by little.

Ordinary shredders are useless against this kind of thing; only supernatural weapons can truly dismember it.

He took a deep breath and swallowed the fragments one by one. With each piece he swallowed, he could feel his own supernatural abilities growing rapidly, as if those powers were prepared specifically for him.

"It doesn't feel disgusting..." Ye Yan licked his lips and looked down at his shadow.

The shadow was wriggling and deforming, its outline gradually distorting.

"Wait, is this the Ghost Realm?"

He looked up abruptly and found that the chair he was sitting on had been entangled by a dark shadow, the shape of which looked exactly like the ghostly figure beside Yang Jian.

The newspaper ghost's aura had completely dissipated, having been thoroughly devoured by him.

"I can also eat this ghost newspaper and the crying ghost face." Ye Yan's gaze fell on the remaining supernatural items. Without hesitation, he grabbed the ghost newspaper and swallowed it in one gulp.

His supernatural power surged again, and he could feel himself growing stronger step by step, as if he had opened a door that should not have been opened.

"No, I can also control the Demon Eye."

Before Ye Yan could finish speaking, the Ghost Domain had already unfolded. The cold and eerie space enveloped him, causing him to vanish instantly, and the next moment he appeared in Yang Jian's rented room.

Against the wall, the coffin sat quietly, and Yang Jian lay inside, breathing steadily, his sleeping face peaceful. After his memories were altered by the ghost newspaper, he was in a deep supernatural dormancy.

Ye Yan slammed his palm down, causing a surge of supernatural power. Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, a crimson light flashing briefly in the depths of his pupils.

He looked around blankly, not yet fully awake, when Ye Yan pulled him out of the coffin.

Ye Yan casually put away the coffin, as if it were an ordinary object.

"I'll take you somewhere."

Ye Yan activated the Ghost Domain again, causing space to distort and fold. When the two reappeared, they were already on the edge of the outbreak point of the supernatural events in Dachang City.

An unsettling chill hung in the air, and in the distance, distorted shadows could be vaguely seen loitering.

One day later.

Yang Jian couldn't hide his excitement.

He wielded the Ghost Eye with exceptional ease, and was even able to activate two layers of Ghost Domain without suffering a backlash.

The feeling of this power surging within him made him want to release it.

Let the vengeful spirits come!

"Try your skills." Ye Yan pointed ahead.

Before Yang Jian could react, he was pushed into an enclosed space.

Before them, a vengeful ghost slowly turned around. It was clearly a terrifying existence formed by the entanglement and fusion of three ghosts, their killing patterns intertwined and overlapping, exuding a chilling aura.

"Li Feiyu, let me out!" Yang Jian's face was deathly pale, and his voice trembled. "This ghost's killing pattern has overlapped with mine, I can't beat him! Let me out!"

He was so anxious he wanted to curse.

Wasn't it supposed to be a ghost training session?

Why are there three monsters tangled together?

"How could that be? How could I, Li Feiyu, lie to you?" Ye Yan's voice came from outside, sounding completely innocent. "It's a ghost, but it's a single piece."

Yang Jian: "..."

the next day.

A haunted place, in front of the Zhangdong Ancient House.

Ye Yan smoothly stopped the ghost bus, opened the door, and threw Yang Jian inside.

"What are you trying to do now!" Yang Jian felt a chill run down his spine. He had already figured out Ye Yan's wicked nature. When this man was up to his wickedness, he didn't care about human life at all.

For a full 24 hours yesterday, he was chased and hacked at by that "whole piece" of vengeful ghost. He barely managed to get through it, but his spirit was inexplicably restored to its original state, and he didn't even have the right to rest.

That beast!

"Nothing much, just a centenarian," Ye Yan said casually. "He was once a top ghost tamer during the Republic of China era."

"What? There's even a Republic of China era?" Yang Jian was completely stunned, then rushed towards the ghost bus like a madman, "Let me on! I'm just a high school student, you bastard!"

"Think of your mother."

Ye Yan left those words behind and started the ghost bus.

The car shuddered, the eerie engine roared, and it slowly drove away.

He also had to deal with the revenge issue from the supernatural bus, so he didn't have time to spend with Yang Jianhao.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and activated his Ghost Domain, unleashing a burst of scarlet light as he attempted to escape the ancient house.

However, the ghost bus suddenly reversed and gently "bumped" him back.

"Gabadie".

"It really hurts, you old geezer! You're scarier than a vengeful ghost! Is this how my father got into that car accident?"

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!"

Deep within the old house, a chilling aura slowly emanated, as if something was awakening.

Zhang Dong set his sights on Yang Jian, who had been blown away by the supernatural ghost bus. The old man glanced at Yang Jian, whose ghost eyes darted around wildly. Zhang Dong stared at Yang Jian and then closed his eyes.

Ghost Eyes remained silent, leaving Yang Jian to come up with a solution.

Yang Jian was pleasantly surprised by the three closed ghost eyes; it turned out that Li Feiyu was trying to train him.

"Zhang Dong, is it? Let me weigh you up." Yang Jian looked at him calmly, but his body couldn't move. Ye Yan only slightly injured him, but his Ghost Eyes were dead.

Ye Yan held a cola chicken wing and watched the show.