66 I Want to Live
“Gone?”
Yang Jian had been standing by the window for a long time.
Only after the murky Ghost Domain had completely disappeared did his tense body begin to relax.
“Lucky it was just passing through, otherwise I’d have had to slip away. Nobody can touch a ghost of that level without dying. But from what I saw before, although the ghost wasn’t contained or imprisoned, it seemed to be somewhat restricted. Otherwise, its hands wouldn’t have deliberately crossed through each other… It must be that the ghost master has figured out that ghost’s method of killing.”
“The candelabrum forged from gold nailed the ghost’s hands together, thereby restricting some of its abilities.”
“But, what about the candles stuck in that candelabrum?”
Yang Jian furrowed his brow: “The candles and the candelabrum are one and the same, both man-made, and they were even lit… It seems to have a repressive effect on the ghost? Or is it a marker, leading the ghost in a certain direction?”
“It seems there are still many secrets in the world of ghost masters, and I believe some effective methods of dealing with ghosts have been discovered.”
“Is it that my level isn’t high enough to know, or is it… an intentional technology blockade by various countries?”
“Even in the face of such a global catastrophe, must people still fight and oppose each other?”
Yang Jian thought for a while.
He felt that to survive, one absolutely could not become a free and undisciplined ghost master.
Yan Li’s path was wrong.
To survive, one must find a way to climb up, to elevate one’s own status and position… even power. Only then could he learn more secrets, more information.
He didn’t want to wait for death in the dark.
With that thought, Yang Jian looked again at the human skin paper pressed under the golden box on the table.
It seemed to know all the secrets…
But it required a great sacrifice; this thing wouldn’t easily reveal anything of great importance.
After pondering for a moment, Yang Jian knew clearly what he had to do next.
He glanced at Jiang Yan; “Don’t look at me with that orphaned-face. There was just a ghost passing by outside, it’s fine now. Did you bring my egg-fried rice? I want to eat and then sleep.”
“It’s in the bag,” Jiang Yan replied nervously and with a bit of a stutter.
“Thanks.”
Yang Jian carried on as if nothing had happened, eating and drinking as usual. His mental resilience had already surpassed that of ordinary people.
Now, he felt that even if a pile of corpses were laid out in front of him, he would still be able to eat.
Was he a freak?
Jiang Yan, seeing Yang Jian enjoying his meal, also realized that she really was safe. She breathed a sigh of relief and then whispered softly, “I’m going to take a shower. If something happens, remember to rush in to save me. I’ll be very obedient.”
“Don’t worry, if something really happens, I’ll cover your cremation costs,” Yang Jian continued eating.
“…” Jiang Yan.
Yang Jian dared not promise to save her; if he really encountered a ghost of too high a Terror Level, he would run away without looking back.
At most, out of consideration for their association, he would come back to collect the body after the ghost had gone.
“It’ll be fine, I will definitely survive,” Jiang Yan reassured herself while taking a shower and gently slapping her cheeks to boost her spirits.
“I’ve come out of that terrifying marketplace, what else can trouble me? It’s not like I’ve never seen ghosts before. As long as Yang Jian is here, I’m not scared. He can deal with that thing. Although he doesn’t say it, I believe him.”
“But first, I need to become his girlfriend, only then will he protect me… Worst case scenario, I’ll settle for being the other woman.”
Even though it was planned, Jiang Yan felt her face blush at the thought of actually doing it.
Forcing herself to seduce an eighteen-year-old young man felt like skirting the edge of the law.
But thankfully, she was a woman; it would be much scarier if it were the other way around.
After showering,
Jiang Yan stood in front of the mirror, drying her hair and dressing up slightly.
Her reflection was fair and ruddy, her delicate face carried a hint of frivolous charm, and her mature figure, wrapped in a bath towel, could stoke any man’s fire.
As a beauty who had been pursued by many since college,
Jiang Yan was very confident in her looks and figure.
But she was a smart woman and would not be blinded by fleeting college romance. In her view, a woman’s love and marriage were an investment.
If one wanted to reap the greatest benefits, nothing could earn more than investing in a stock with potential.
And Yang Jian before her was the man best suited for her.
“I’m coming out, have you been anxiously waiting?” she said with a hint of seduction, her cheeks slightly red as she walked out of the bathroom.
But there was no response from inside the house.
With a bit of confusion, Jiang Yan walked over and saw the empty meal box on the table.
Then she looked upstairs.
She found that Yang Jian had already gone to bed.