I have a ghost diary

"Although the Shattered Blade Hat is terrifyingly lethal, Wei Ziming rarely uses it, especially against living creatures."

“He didn’t tell me specifically what the negative effects of this hat were. But I’ve heard him complain about things like ‘becoming less and less like himself’ and ‘being controlled.’”

"So I guess that abusing the power of this hat would change one's personality, or even turn one into a ghost servant of the hat."

"Of course, I haven't used it officially since I got it. I just wear it on my head. I feel that the maximum range is about ten meters."

Chu Jiang nodded slightly. He picked up the hat and checked it to make sure there were no problems or hidden dangers before putting it on his head.

In that instant, Chu Jiang suddenly felt a subtle, murderous urge.

This change was so subtle that Chu Jiang might not have noticed it if he hadn't been examining his own state of mind at that moment.

This shouldn't be something Duan Ming'en deliberately concealed. When he wore that hat, he must have hated the people at Chengyi Company to the core, so it's normal for him to have murderous intent.

In this way, a possible negative effect is that the more times it is used and the shorter the interval between uses, the more intense the murderous intent in one's heart will become.

In the end, the person wearing the hat will become a completely irrational murderer.

It's not just about reason, but also about life; it's like a hat, controlling a corpse to act.

So overall, it's both a very useful thing and a very dangerous thing.

As for the scope, Chu Jiang tried it out; he specified a disposable water cup five floors away.

In just a moment, the water glass was shredded into pieces!

At the same time, Chu Jiang could sense that his killing intent had also undergone a subtle change, but the change was so small that it was almost imperceptible.

This may be related to the fact that he wasn't cutting up a living person.

Moreover, this distance is already more than ten meters. Chu Jiang felt that his limit was at least one hundred meters.

Could it be that the range of this thing expands depending on the user's mental strength? Chu Jiang could only guess at this.

If Chu Jiang were to add a monocle and a small mustache to this, he could really cosplay as a capitalist.

......

Over the next period of time, Chu Jiang put the hat away. He was not in a hurry to do any experiments on Duan Ming'en, but said that he had to wait for someone to come.

Duan Ming'en didn't know who it was, nor did he dare to ask, and could only wait with some trepidation.

Around 8 p.m., a woman dressed as a doctor, with a long ponytail and glasses, knocked on the door and entered the office.

"Welcome, Ms. Zhou Wenshan."

Chu Jiang stood up and shook hands with her, while Duan Ming'en stood aside somewhat reservedly. He didn't recognize her and didn't dare to look at her inappropriately.

Zhou Wenshan carefully examined the folk exorcist and casually asked, "Do you have a quiet room?"

“Yes,” Chu Jiang said, leading the way outside, with the other two following behind.

During this process, Chu Jiang told Duan Ming'en, who was unaware of what was going to happen, what was about to happen.

"You know very well that I don't trust you."

"Coincidentally, a new psychologist from headquarters is officially starting her job here today. She will be checking one of the most basic things: whether you are lying."

Duan Ming'en swallowed nervously and nodded vigorously. "Take this test anytime. If I tell even one lie, may I die a horrible death."

......

We entered a quiet guest room that Chu Jiang had renovated.

Zhou Wenshan told Duan Ming'en to lie down on the bed.

Duan Ming'en obediently complied, thinking that he might be subjected to hypnosis or similar treatment. The other party would put him into an unconscious state and induce him to reveal his secrets.

Duan Ming'en did not consider himself a particularly noble person, and he naturally had a dark side to his heart; however, this time he sought refuge with the authorities not at anyone's behest, but out of his own will.

Therefore, he had nothing to be afraid of.

After Duan Ming'en lay down, Zhou Wenshan moved a stool over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Close your eyes. It will be quick. Just do as I say."

The woman's voice was soft and gentle, making people unconsciously follow her lead; not to mention that at this moment, only the dim bedside lamp was on in the room, creating an atmosphere that was quite conducive to sleep.

Chu Jiang stood opposite the bed, directly opposite Zhou Wenshan, quietly watching everything. He was also very curious about what kind of ghost was possessing Zhou Wenshan.

As Duan Ming'en gradually got into the zone, Zhou Wenshan reached out and gently patted his arm, as if coaxing a child.

Incredibly, after just two pats, Duan Ming'en actually fell asleep at lightning speed.

Then something strange happened: the only light source in the room suddenly went out!

At the same time, a deathly, icy aura emanated from Zhou Wenshan, whose expression remained calm, and lingered in the room for a long time.

No, it's not just lingering, it's actually getting stronger and stronger...

Chu Jiang's hair stood on end instinctively. He sensed danger, and even his hands, which were in his pockets, spontaneously shifted in the direction of Chu Jiang, transforming into a pair of bluish-black zombie hands.

As the eerie aura continued to accumulate, the entire room seemed to be stripped of its earthly hue.

Chu Jiang looked out the window. He could not see the stars or the moon, nor the city lights. Everything seemed to have lost its color and turned into a dim, hopeless gray.

The changes in Zhou Wenshan continued. From behind her, a twisted black humanoid shadow struggled to emerge in an inhuman posture.

This shadow had a pair of sharp claws, and its face wore a solid white mask. The mask displayed countless emotions: it looked like it was crying; it looked like it was laughing; it looked like it was deep in thought; it looked like it was screaming...

Just looking at that mask gave Chu Jiang a feeling that his soul was being sucked in, which made him subconsciously look away.

Chapter 226 The Hidden Hand in the Soul

The ghost on Zhou Wenshan was far more terrifying than Chu Jiang had anticipated.

What surprised him even more was that Zhou Wenshan didn't seem to have much of a burden when she was controlling the ghost.

Moreover, when the ghost raised its head and showed some "interest" in Chu Jiang's existence, Zhou Wenshan simply moved her finger, and the ghost looked back at the "delicious" thing on the bed.

The masked ghost extended from behind Zhou Wenshan and came to face Duan Ming'en.

Then it stretched out its hands, used its sharp claws to tear open the man's skull, and took out the slightly trembling, fresh brain, which it then put into its mouth and chewed it carefully.

Watching Duan Ming'en's skull being ripped open and his brain being eaten, Chu Jiang couldn't help but frown slightly.

So, is it possible for this guy surnamed Duan to still be alive?

About a minute later, the ghost stiffly took Duan Ming'en's brain out of its mouth, put it back in its original position, and even pressed his broken skull back in.

Chu Jiang could tell that Zhou Wenshan was controlling this part; otherwise, the ghost wouldn't be so kind as to spit out what it had eaten.

After tasting the living brain, the white mask, adorned with countless emotions, or rather, countless ghostly souls, turned its face directly towards Duan Ming'en's.

Zhou Wenshan moved her fingers again, and then Duan Ming'en's eyes opened on their own without her noticing.

He was clearly not truly awake yet, but rather like a vegetable, being manipulated at will by Zhou Wenshan.

As Duan Ming'en's eyes met those of the white mask, his soul gradually left his body.

This was the first time Chu Jiang had ever seen the soul of a living person. It was somewhat illusory and uncertain. If he hadn't possessed the Ghost Eyes, he would never have been able to witness this eerie scene.

Under the influence of supernatural forces, the somewhat illusory "Duan Ming'en" was swallowed up by the white mask.

Within seconds, the expression on the mask switched to the numb expression of Duan Ming'en in his sleep, without sadness or joy, and without the slightest trace of pain.

"Hmm... Interesting. There are no problems with the physical memory, so they actually tampered with this guy's soul?"

"Boss, it's a good thing you asked me to help this time, otherwise you might have been scammed without even knowing what happened."

In this utterly silent environment, Zhou Wenshan's voice sounded ethereal yet somewhat eerie, like a vengeful ghost...

"Tell me, what exactly did they do?" Chu Jiang wasn't particularly surprised; in fact, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“What I’m saying might not be clear enough, so I’ll play it for you.”

As Zhou Wenshan spoke, she pointed to the empty space in front of the bed.

Then the ghost that emerged from behind her turned its head slightly.

From the two dark eye sockets of the white mask, some grayish-white dust with a ghostly glow shone through.

The dust particles formed two figures, and these figures were dynamic, as if they were acting out a movie, or a silent film.

One of them was a man sitting in a chair; judging from his facial features, he should be Duan Ming'en on the bed.

At this moment, "Duan Ming'en" seemed to be in a very special state. Although his eyes were open, his expression was numb, almost exactly the same as the expression on the ghost mask.

The other person was a man standing opposite Duan Ming'en.

His facial features were very blurry and indistinguishable, but he seemed to have long white hair, which was a rare feature.

The white-haired man spread his arms wide, his fingers dancing as if he were playing an invisible piano; or as if he were manipulating unseen threads.

Duan Ming'en is the puppet in his hands, and can only passively accept the white-haired man's orders.

As the five fingers moved, the white-haired man's mouth moved, as if conveying some command, but no sound came out.

This wasn't difficult. The ghost wasn't playing very fast, and Chu Jiang could roughly read the man's meaning by observing his lip movements.

Zhou Wenshan was even more direct, translating it one by one: "Get close to Chu Jiang, and remember that you were forced to choose to rely on him. But at the same time, you admire him and feel that he is a strong person worthy of your learning and loyalty."

"You must gather all the information about Chu Jiang and memorize it all."

"The next time you see me, when I ask you something, you must tell me everything without reservation and faithfully follow my next instruction..."

Chu Jiang let out a cold laugh. This guy must be from Chengyi Company, and he's very likely the mastermind behind the company.

The white-haired man's methods were both subtle and direct; he sent a chess piece with a valuable sealed artifact to his door.

If Chu Jiang consumes the sealed item and kills the piece at the same time, the loss will not be too great.

If Chu Jiang rejects both the chess piece and the sealed item, then he can simply kill the chess piece later, and even return the sealed item to its rightful owner.

But if Chu Jiang really takes this person in, it would be equivalent to Cheng Yi Company planting a mole next to this newly appointed captain and successor of the Chu lineage.

This deal is quite a bargain.

"So? What should we do next?" Zhou Wenshan asked Chu Jiang.

"Can you undo the tampering the white-haired man did to Duan Ming'en?"

Zhou Wenshan nodded, "Okay, I'll remove the threads implanted in his soul first. Then you can record this scene, and show it to this guy surnamed Duan when he wakes up."