c375: The Man with Three Faces

375 The Man with Three Faces

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A man’s body, a woman’s face.

Yang Jian felt that if he really did that, once Tong Qian came back to life, she might furiously chase him down the entire street,

but he did not want to risk another venture into the hotel to find a still-living female corpse for Tong Qian, let alone commit murder of another innocent woman for her resurrection.

Similarly, he could not allow Zhao Lei to be resurrected as a stranger.

“The only usable body is Zhao Lei’s, now that we can’t find Zhao Lei’s face, he cannot be brought back to life. Tong Qian’s face is in my hands, but her body can no longer be used, her body has been taken by a ghost, and I cannot possibly entertain the notion of battling that ghost… This is the only way now, if we delay any longer, the face will decay, the body will die, and then nothing can be salvaged.”

Yang Jian, though reluctant to do so, had no choice.

The circumstances did not permit perfection.

Moreover, puppeteers of ghosts themselves are an existence neither human nor ghost, like Feng Quan, Luo Su Yi’s body, which in fact was already dead, merely sustained by a ghost maintaining an unimaginable semblance of life.

If even becoming a walking corpse is acceptable, then a minor sex change surgery seems not so incomprehensible.

“Compared to being alive, this is nothing, don’t you think? Tong Qian.”

Yang Jian looked at Tong Qian’s face, muttered to himself, then slowly stood up.

After finishing the grilled meat in his hand, he decided to immediately commence this forbidden resurrection surgery, personally performing the entire procedure.

Because what Yang Jian had to do was not just to bring Tong Qian back to life, but to have her perfectly control two Ghost Faces and become a new puppeteer of ghosts.

This method was derived from the Human Skin Scroll.

He believed this method should be without fault, though there was still the possibility of failure, since no one can guarantee control over such paranormal entities.

He pondered seriously.

Recalling the contents previously written on the Human Skin Scroll, Yang Jian needed to mentally run through the procedure several times to ensure there were no oversights.

However, the method itself is quite simple, the key is to have someone point it out.

If not, an ordinary person could wonder for a lifetime and still never figure it out. Of course, there’s another critical point – one must have the corresponding ghost at hand.

This was the most difficult part.

Just as when Yang Jian had resurrected from within the Ghost Mirror, every condition was vital. Only when all prerequisites were met did he become what he is now, an anomaly perfectly controlling a ghost.

The same went for Tong Qian.

However, collecting the ghosts had been done by Yang Jian for her; all she needed to do now was to wait in slumber.

Either to be resurrected,

or to remain dead forever.

“Let’s begin. We’re far from Z-city here, with no one nearby. Even if it fails, it won’t result in innocent casualties,” Yang Jian interrupted his train of thought, decided to follow the instructions on the Human Skin Scroll, to bring Tong Qian back to life, and let her control two Ghost Faces.

Of course, before that, there was one preparation he had to make.

To alter a part of Tong Qian’s memory.

To ensure that when she woke up, she would not undergo a drastic personality change and become his enemy.

Although he was fairly confident in Tong Qian’s personality, extra precaution was better.

He took out the blood-stained old newspaper and placed Tong Qian’s human face on it.

Immediately, the blood-stained old newspaper adhered to the human face as if it had just been torn off, impossible to remove easily.

But the moment the human face stuck to the paper, a line of crooked writing emerged next to it on the blood-stained newspaper.

Kill Yang Jian~!

The handwriting was sloppy and clear, crooked, yet it exuded a chilling coldness.

“That ghost took a double precaution; it not only turned itself into Tong Qian but also altered Tong Qian’s original memory,” Yang Jian observed the line of text, his eyes narrowing slightly.

If he did nothing and just helped Tong Qian regain her body, he would likely end up dead by Tong Qian’s hands in the future.

If he hadn’t discovered Tong Qian’s true identity, he’d be in danger as well.

This was entirely a huge conspiracy and trap aimed at him.

One wrong step, and he’d lose everything.

“Fortunately, this newspaper ended up in my hands, that ghost could never have imagined that, while it controlled Zhao Lei, Zhao Lei had tricked it back, leaving behind a crucial piece of information. Otherwise, I would never be able to find Room 31 in that hotel.”

Dealing with ghosts is no longer just about finding a pattern to survive; it calls for constant vigilance and extreme caution.

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Although Yang Jian had already imprisoned the ghost, he still felt some lingering fear.

Looking at the handwriting on the old newspaper.

Yang Jian first smeared away the handwriting left by the ghost, and then wrote down the content he wanted to use to alter memories.

He didn’t have the wicked interest in turning someone into his slave— not even altering Feng Quan’s memories beyond making him trust him, forgetting any grudges between them, the idea “you are a good person” and similar thoughts.

As for Tong Qian, the alterations were even simpler.