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“Who was that person pointing a gun at me just now?”
Yang Jian sprawled on the bed as usual, Jiang Yan didn’t seem quite as scared anymore, just sitting next to him, still a bit shaken.
“He’s a new ghost controller transferred to Dachang City, the person in charge here, specialized in handling supernatural incidents. This has nothing to do with you,” Yang Jian said.
Jiang Yan said, “How can it have nothing to do with me when he just, just now nearly shot me dead.”
As she spoke, she became a little agitated.
“He wouldn’t dare to shoot. That was a performance for me to see. From the moment he entered to the moment he left, it was impossible for him not to know there was someone taking a shower in the bathroom. Pointing a gun at your head wasn’t a threat to you, but a threat to me… This person is tough to deal with, a tricky figure, and will be my enemy in the future,” Yang Jian said.
Jiang Yan said, somewhat scared, “It’s so dangerous here, should we consider moving out?”
“Where can we move to? The entire Dachang City is under Zhao Kaiming’s jurisdiction. Unless you move to another city, you can leave if you want, but I won’t,” Yang Jian stated with certainty.
“Considering his introduction today, I’ll surely find a way to kill this guy in the future and take over his position. But there’s a catch…”
He did not continue speaking.
The precondition to joining the headquarters is to find a way to delay the resurrection of fierce ghosts. Otherwise, joining now with his current state would be a suicidal move.
Yang Jian clearly remembered how Zhou Zheng had died.
“So, you won’t be in danger, will you?” Jiang Yan asked.
“Not sure,” Yang Jian said, “It’s late, I am going to sleep. You’d better stay away from me.”
“Oh.”
The brief conversation ended.
The next day, at noon.
Yang Jian received a delivery, the stuff he had ordered online arrived.
He frowned as he organized his equipment and looked at the parchment spread out on the table.
“I’m heading to the village tomorrow. Zhao Kaiming’s appearance casts a shadow in my heart… it seems very dangerous there.”
“But the hope of survival makes me take the risk. I can only gamble and complete the deal with Sun Lihong. Yet another thought has surfaced in my mind.”
“Should I trust people… or should I trust this piece of human skin that directed me to escape from school?”
“After hesitating for a while, I decided to conduct the trade with the headless ghost sealed in the gold box and this piece of human skin… If that trade succeeds, I could find a way to survive.”
“That would be to control a second ghost and extend the resurrection of the fierce ghost.”
Seeing the words that appeared on it, Yang Jian sneered, “I can only treat you as a last resort. Right now, I won’t believe a single punctuation mark on you.”
He hoped to see some reminder on the parchment, but was disappointed.
The thing stubbornly fulfilled its duty as a notebook.
After loading the bullets, Yang Jian folded up the parchment and put it away.
Just as he slipped it into his pocket, another line of text appeared on the parchment: “The trade has failed again…”
Yang Jian tested the gun in his hand, thirty special bullets in total, ten in a magazine – it had cost him a whopping three million to purchase.
A shot worth a hundred thousand yuan made his mouth twitch with pain.
“The deterrence of this thing is greater than its practical use,” he thought to himself.
Time flew by, and three days later.
In the morning, early.
Yang Jian drove his Benz, earned from Master Luo, on a scarcely populated highway.
The navigation on his phone pointed directly to Huanggang Village.
He had researched online before, finding the village to have some history, traceable back to the last dynasty. It used to be a tourist spot, but failed due to various transportation and economic reasons.
As for the supernatural events there.
To be honest, Yang Jian hadn’t been able to find a shred of information about them.
There might be archives, but they were beyond his reach.
Nevertheless, he didn’t believe the archives to be of much use at the moment, as no one had resolved the supernatural incidents, which meant there was little useful information to be had.
“After I get there, I’ll stop at the entrance to the village. You’ll drive the car back by yourself. Unless I call you to pick me up, don’t make any calls to me. I don’t want to get killed by a phone call while I’m dealing with a supernatural incident,” Yang Jian instructed coldly as he drove.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do that,” Jiang Yan quickly assured.
“That would be best.”
The two remained silent in the car for quite a while.
As the car turned off the main road onto a smaller path and drove for another fifteen minutes, a somewhat remote village appeared at the foot of the distant mountains.
He checked the navigation on his phone.
That was the village he was looking for, right ahead.