I have a ghost diary

The man walked toward the elevator with his hands in his pockets and a disgruntled expression.

Several people chased after him from the meeting room. The one in the lead was a bespectacled, refined-looking middle-aged man. He said anxiously, "Captain Yan, can you wait a little longer? That's the rule."

There were two more people behind him. They were less like chasing after him and more like they came out to watch the commotion. They simply watched the young man leave leisurely.

Upon seeing this, Han Zhengde immediately signaled Chu Jiang to avoid the other party.

Chu Jiang frowned slightly. This passage was so wide that six or seven people could walk side by side. Why would anyone need to make way?

Before Chu Jiang could reply to Han Zhengde, the guy who walked straight towards them shouted unhappily, "Get out of the way!"

This actually eased Chu Jiang's brows, but he stood still, showing no intention of backing down.

This made the young man surnamed Yan even more displeased. He quickened his pace and slightly raised his left hand.

It's worth noting that a dented fist mark remained on the metal door that had been violently smashed open. This demonstrates that the person's physical strength was extremely high, reaching an unbelievable level.

Seeing that he was about to make a move, the middle-aged man hurriedly shouted, "Captain Yan, don't do anything rash!"

The other two ghost masters remained unmoved, because they knew very well that Yan Wanli wouldn't dare kill anyone here. Did he really think the headquarters was just sitting around doing nothing? As long as no one died, everything was fine.

Chu Jiang stared intently at the other person's hand. Through the smashed metal door, he could tell that the other person's physical strength and speed were definitely superior to his own.

Therefore, Chu Jiang only had one chance: to seize the opportunity when the opponent was careless and underestimated him, and use his bloody hand to grab his hand!

I will not attack unless attacked; this is Chu Jiang's principle.

Since this guy is going to attack him, he should be prepared to be killed by him.

I can't say anything else, but Chu Jiang can guarantee one thing: once you're hit by his bloody handprint, no matter if you're a captain, how many ghosts you have, or how strong you are, as long as you're alive, you'll die!

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and almost as soon as the middle-aged manager shouted not to do anything reckless, Yan Wanli was already in front of Chu Jiang.

His eyes revealed an expression of annoyance and disdain, and his left hand was raised high, about to fall!

However, just as his arm reached its highest point, Yan Wanli's movements suddenly froze.

This made Chu Jiang's heart sink. Had this guy noticed something was wrong? But he was only preparing to attack; not even the blood in his palm had spilled out yet. How did the other party know?

Is it intuition?

He truly lives up to his captain-level status. This keen intuition—he may not know where the danger came from, but he knew there was definitely danger, which is why he forcibly stopped his actions.

This scene evoked different reactions from others, each with their own interpretation.

Han Zhengde and the bespectacled middle-aged manager both breathed a sigh of relief. Yan Wanli was still rational and didn't actually make a move.

The other two ghost masters were rather perplexing. Was this Yan Wanli's style? They actually stopped halfway through their attack?

Hey, isn't this a bit embarrassing? You could have just not made a move in the first place.

Just then, the other people in the conference room seemed to notice that something was wrong outside, and they started to come out one after another.

At this moment, Yan Wanli, who stood with his hand raised and motionless, naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.

Of course, many people were also watching the young man with a calm expression, who was like a tiger poised to pounce, staring intently at Yan Wanli.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yan Wanli's expression became somewhat stiff.

His eyes shifted rapidly, and he clenched his teeth slightly, as if he was determined to swat the hand down and slap away this obviously weak ghost master.

This puzzled Chu Jiang. Knowing there was danger, why insist on going? Was he that concerned about saving face? Well, then try filming it.

Just as Chu Jiang was concentrating intensely, and just as his right hand was about to move, Yan Wanli's left hand swung down a few centimeters, only to be bounced back.

This left Chu Jiang speechless. Why don't you just make a move? Why are you suddenly backing down?

It should be noted that maintaining this focused state of complete concentration for an extended period of time is also a burden for Chu Jiang.

This bounce-back motion was noticed by the other onlookers. For a moment, they were all puzzled. What was he doing? Why did he seem to want to attack but hesitate?

Seeing that the situation had reached a stalemate, someone asked in a low voice what had happened.

Some people stared at Chu Jiang with sharp eyes, saying, "He has a very powerful ghost or a very powerful sealing artifact on him. I can sense it. Perhaps that's why Yan Wanli suddenly stopped halfway through his attack."

An old man with a cane coughed. "Perhaps it's that person watching this way. I always said that it's not a good thing for young people to be too impatient. They should know that there are always people more capable than themselves, and there's always something beyond their understanding."

Everyone knew who the "that person" the old man was talking about was; he was one of the headquarters' trump cards.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Perfect Restraint

If it weren't for such a powerful entity suppressing the entire research institute and even the entire paranormal community in China, the ghost masters who joined Research Institute No. 21 wouldn't have been so easily obedient.

However, he doesn't usually show up easily. I heard that he lives on the fourteenth basement floor of the research institute, which is also the last floor.

Could it be that person watching this place right now? It's possible. Although no one has died yet, Yan Wanli's behavior is indeed a bit reckless.

Whether this young man had some special trump card that made Yan Wanli hesitate to make a move halfway through, or whether the other person might be watching this side, making Yan Wanli feel wary.

In conclusion, this stalemate is not a good thing.

The seemingly ordinary middle-aged manager strode forward and said, "Stop, stop! Give me some face this time, let's talk this out and not fight."

However, what was a little awkward was that even when the middle-aged manager stepped forward, Yan Wanli remained frozen in place; Chu Jiang also remained staring intently at the other party.

At that moment, no one knew that Yan Wanli was practically going insane!

Why? Why did this happen? At the moment he took action, a sense of awe subconsciously arose within him.

Yes, awe, as if facing some high-ranking being!

It was this inexplicable and inexplicable feeling that made Yan Wanli unable to let go of the hand.

Yan Wanli could tell that the young man in front of him might have some tricks up his sleeve, which was why he was so calm. But he didn't care. As long as his strength was enough, no trick could stop him.

What made Yan Wanli feel uncomfortable, even frustrated, was that at this moment, a huge contradiction seemed to be arising in his heart.

On one hand, his emotions were telling him that this was absolutely unacceptable; on the other hand, his instincts were stopping him, as if saying that he couldn't make that move, otherwise something bad would happen, something bad would definitely happen!!

This had absolutely nothing to do with "that person." Yan Wanli could hear the whispers behind him, but he was 100% certain that "that person" wasn't paying attention to them at all. He hadn't even noticed the suffocating pressure emanating from them.

Just as the supervisor was at a loss and considering whether to invoke that person's name, Chu Jiang coldly retorted, "Why are you suddenly so weak? Don't dare to make a move? If you don't dare, then get out of my way!"

These words enraged Yan Wanli; how dare someone speak to him like that?

Yan Wanli's already tall figure suddenly grew even taller! His skin quickly turned ashen gray, and his body and limbs withered rapidly, as if he had become a gaunt, eerie corpse exuding an aura of death.

At this moment, Yan Wanli looked more like a ghost than a ghost himself.

Yan Wanli's code name is "Ghost Corpse". The most powerful ghost on his body is a corpse, which gives him terrifying power and other strange abilities.

Looking at the mummified corpse with sunken facial features, Chu Jiang felt a heavy pressure.

The middle-aged manager with glasses was so frightened that he scrambled back, afraid that if he stayed near the corpse for too long, he would die even if Yan Wanli didn't do anything.

"Wow, Yan Wanli is actually serious. Should I say he's brainless, or that the young man is too threatening, forcing him to do this?"

The speaker was a grown man wearing a jacket with a somewhat cynical expression. He was the one who had just noticed that Chu Jiang possessed a powerful ghost or a sealing artifact.

"However, judging from this, it should have nothing to do with that person, otherwise Yan Wanli wouldn't dare to provoke that person in this manner." The speaker was a mature-looking woman in red.

These team leaders were just casually saying this at the meeting room door; none of them intended to step forward and stop them.

This really annoyed the middle-aged manager. "You guys just stand there and watch?"

It must be said that this supervisor did have some authority. The old man with the cane coughed and replied, "It's not that we don't want to take action, but that we can't get involved."

"In that case, Vice Minister, please bear with me if anything happens. I'll go and mediate right away."

Just as they were talking, something else happened on Chu Jiang and Yan Wanli's side.

As soon as Yan Wanli turned into a dried corpse, Han Zhengde was so frightened that he ran far away to the other end of the passage. Getting too close could really kill someone; ordinary people are too vulnerable in front of ghosts.

The one under the most pressure is naturally Chu Jiang, who has had to let blood flow from his right hand to protect himself with the supernatural power of the Blood Hand Ghost.

The ghost on this man surnamed Yan is very strong, definitely no weaker than the skeleton ghost we saw on the plane.

Pushing the power of the ghost corpse to its limit, Yan Wanli solemnly stretched out his hands, as if trying to hold down Chu Jiang and turn him into a corpse.

This time, Yan Wanli moved very slowly, and Chu Jiang almost couldn't resist pressing the bloody handprint on.

But Yan Wanli, halfway through reaching out his hand, suddenly knelt down on one knee with a thud!

This stunned Chu Jiang. What was going on? Was he deliberately trying to lull the enemy into a false sense of security? He couldn't help but take a few steps back, worried that this was a huge trap.

There's no such thing as suddenly kneeling down to your opponent when things are at a stalemate.

This scene stunned everyone in the passageway. Was Yan Wanli voluntarily admitting defeat?

Those who know his personality especially find it unbelievable. Yan Wanli can lose; he can also voluntarily admit defeat in extremely difficult circumstances; but he would never do it in this way!

Some even suspected that they had fallen into Chu Jiang's illusion. His ghost must be related to the construction of illusory scenes. Could it be that everyone unknowingly entered his ghost realm?

At this moment when everyone was speechless, the one who couldn't understand it the most was Yan Wanli himself.

Why! Why is it that even though he's exerted his strongest power, the feeling of being restrained by his instincts is only getting worse? He never intended to kneel, but the moment his body moved, he instinctively submitted to the person opposite him.

Yes, Yan Wanli knew very well that this was a gesture of submission, not surrender...

"His ghost was perfectly countered by the other's ghost."

A clear, childlike voice rang out from among the group of ghost masters. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a little girl clutching a tattered rag doll.

She looked only seven or eight years old, dressed in a pretty gothic princess dress, but she was eerie, with a cold and numb expression, and her eyes were lifeless, like those of a dead person.

Upon seeing this girl, many people showed a wary expression, while also pondering her words. Was she being restrained?

Indeed, there are restraints between ghosts, and even between different killing patterns. For example, some ghosts can only kill in bright light, while others can remain in complete darkness.

Such perfect restraint is rare. At least in these people's experience, they have never seen such obvious restraint. Before the fight even started, one side had already knelt down.

Chapter Seventy-Three Mr. Xu

"Ding~!"

Just as the situation was getting out of hand, a ding sound came from the third-floor staircase, as if someone had just come upstairs at that moment.

Han Zhengde is right next to the elevator, and he has a terrible headache.

He hadn't considered abandoning Chu Jiang and running away, but he felt that the situation was already complicated enough. If anyone else was to arrive at this point, it would be reinforcements, not just some staff member who happened to be passing by.