439: Sudden Arrival of Darkness
The training base had a very tight schedule.
Yang Jian had just finished listening to a lecture by Professor Bai and hadn’t even warmed his seat before a training instructor dragged him to the shooting range for firearms practice and the use of some basic weapons.
Proficiency wasn’t expected, but knowing how to use them was.
After all, many people had never touched a firearm in their lives, yet once on duty, they would all be issued guns, so this type of training was indeed important.
By evening, some people were already exhausted.
But this was only the first day. Tomorrow’s schedule would be just as packed, but the training wasn’t much use to Yang Jian. For newcomers, however, it was vital, quickly transforming an ordinary person into a ghost handler with some professional knowledge and skills on the international stage.
Although it felt like being rushed into things, during such special times, one couldn’t ask for much more.
“Yang Jian, aren’t you going to rest?” Zhang Lei watched Yang Jian mechanically reload, holding a handgun in one hand on the shooting range.
With a series of gunshots, his arm didn’t tremble at all, all bullets hitting the bullseye of the distant target.
“Since I’m here, I might as well make the most of it. I can rest anytime.”
Yang Jian glanced at the two boxes of bullets beside him: “I plan to shoot the pistol until dawn. Are you interested in joining me?”
Unlimited bullet supply was available, as long as you had the stamina and focus, every trainee could continue practicing here non-stop.
“I’m not too interested in this. This kind of training doesn’t do much for handling supernatural incidents. I’m more concerned about the theories Professor Bai discussed earlier,” Zhang Lei said, putting down his handgun and walking over.
Yang Jian replied, “Indeed, it’s a fascinating and well-rounded theory. I think it could be promoted at the right time, but I don’t know what role we, people like us, will play in this terrifying and desperate world, or whether we’ll even live to see that time.”
“No matter how interesting a theory is, it can’t change the harsh truth. We have to face what’s coming, so there’s no need to worry too much about it.”
“How long do you think you can survive in your current state?”
Suddenly, he paused, looking at him.
Zhang Lei fell silent for a moment and then said, “If I can’t control a second ghost, probably no more than two months. Fortunately, headquarters agreed to give me a spot to try controlling a second ghost.”
“Indeed, that’s a gamble,” Yang Jian said.
Because controlling two ghosts with headquarters’ plan wasn’t guaranteed to succeed. The success rate had slightly increased but was only about fifty percent and was difficult to improve further.
If the attempt failed, it would lead to ghost resurrection.
However, during the attempt, every precaution would be taken to ensure it wouldn’t result in a terrible supernatural event.
“Then you continue training. I won’t disturb you anymore.”
Zhang Lei saw Yang Jian focused on training and didn’t want to bother him. He was tired and needed to go back to the dorm to rest.
Yang Jian wasn’t focused on training.
Although he was continuously practicing his marksmanship, his thoughts were elsewhere.
Zhang Lei’s situation was grim, and so was his own.
Moreover, unlike Zhang Lei, Yang Jian had already controlled two ghosts, and had caused one to crash. This meant overcoming a ghost resurrection would be even more complex. He would need to counteract the instinctual influence of the Headless Ghost Shadow and suppress the imminent Ghost Eye Resurrection.
If he made any mistake, Yang Jian would die on the spot.
Either controlled by the Headless Ghost or killed by the Ghost Eye Resurrection.
“An imperfect resurrection harbors traps? Wang Xiaoming’s words make sense. Since the moment I used the human skin paper method for resurrection, I’ve been manipulated, stepping into a trap.”
Yang Jian’s expression darkened. The gunfire from his pistol lit up but did nothing to alleviate the pressure in his heart.
“Either continue with the human skin paper’s plan or reject it. But if I do reject it, there’s almost no chance of another solution for my current predicament, especially after Wang Xiaoming’s experiment failed.”
Using the Ghost Coffin to turn humans into fierce ghosts would be earth-shattering if the experiment succeeded.
Wang Xiaoming, with the wisdom of a regular person, had indeed come far.
It was a pity he failed.
This failure also blocked one path for Yang Jian.
And the remaining plan involving the human skin paper was also shrouded in a dark cloud after Tong Qian’s Ghost Face incident.
The plan with human skin paper could no longer be used.
Even if it were truly effective, no one could ascertain what kind of dreadful trap was hidden within. Stepping on it would mean death for Yang Jian, and the plan didn’t have a hundred percent success rate either.
Concerned about both the trap and the failure rate, Yang Jian no longer dared to gamble.
“With no hope from either the human skin paper or Wang Xiaoming, the only remaining option is the Ghost Cabinet,” he said, his gaze shifting as he inserted a new magazine and shot after shot rang out, sparks flying under the dim sky.
“But my deal with the Ghost Cabinet isn’t settled yet. The Ghost Cabinet wants me to find the person in that photo, presumably the Dried Corpse Bride. But I can’t pin down the Dried Corpse Bride’s location. Last time on that eerie bus, all the ghosts got off, and so did the Dried Corpse Bride.”
“Afterward, the Dried Corpse Bride killed that male passenger named Zhang Haw and then I managed to shake her off by getting back on the bus. Now, no one knows the actual location of this cursed thing,”
Yang Jian recalled that eerie place.
It was certainly not within the country, nor was it abroad; that indescribably terrible place did not exist in the world at all.
It was akin to a Supernatural Space.
But you can’t simply write “it’s somewhere” on the Ghost Cabinet.
The Ghost Cabinet certainly isn’t that easy to trick.