But this was temporary.
Once Yang Jian withdrew the Headless Ghost Shadow, Feng Quan would continue the ghost’s revival.
“Alright, now onto the next step.”
Yang Jian looked at Feng Quan, who lay motionless on the ground, confident that the Ghost Shadow had suppressed him, and now it was completely safe.
Only then did he take the bloodstained, old newspaper and crouch beside him.
Although Feng Quan was suppressed at this moment, he was still conscious. He looked at Yang Jian with eyes wide, unable to speak, his gaze filled with either anger or horror.
“Looking at me like that is useless. You’re much more dangerous now than you might imagine. Who knows how much that ghost changed your memories, but no worries, I’ll change them all back. After this, you’ll definitely be a good person.” Yang Jian unfolded the old newspaper in his hand and then slowly covered Feng Quan’s face with it.
Once the newspaper touched the face, it eerily clung to the flesh as if fusing into one. It quickly contracted and adhered tightly, and soon Feng Quan’s facial features emerged on the surface of the paper.
At this moment, Feng Quan felt as if his head was entangled in a plastic bag. A strong sense of suffocation surged, he opened his mouth to breathe, but it only made the bloodstained newspaper stick more tightly.
Gradually, he was about to lose consciousness and pass out.
“This feeling seems not to be the first time…” Feng Quan suddenly recalled having experienced this before, but he couldn’t remember when or where.
“Is it successful?”
Yang Jian quietly watched this eerie scene, waiting for the result to manifest.
It was his first time trying to use the Ghost Newspaper to alter someone’s memories, and there were still many things he didn’t understand, so he felt that necessary experiments and trials were indeed required.
After waiting for less than a minute.
He soon saw the newspaper that clung to Feng Quan’s face loosened, not as tight as before.
Yang Jian felt it should be enough, so he reached over and tore the newspaper from Feng Quan’s face.
Along with it came Feng Quan’s entire face.
“It’s successful,” Yang Jian said, his gaze intensifying as he looked at the face on the Ghost Newspaper, eyes closed, with a somewhat eerie expression.
Feng Quan, now without a face, also lost consciousness and lay motionless.
His body still maintained its previous state, not suffocating to death from the lack of a nose and mouth for breathing.
It was an incomprehensible spectral phenomenon, beyond normal judgement.
“Now, to alter the memories.”
At this moment, Yang Jian saw several lines of crooked writing appear next to the face of Feng Quan stuck on the newspaper.
The handwriting was Zhao Lei’s.
“Forget that you were attacked.”
“When the opportunity arises, kill Yang Jian. He is your enemy.”
“Obey…”
The last line of text wasn’t finished, as if it had been abruptly cut off mid-sentence.
“Only a part of the memory was altered? It seems there was a problem when Feng Quan was attacked last time; the memory alteration wasn’t thorough,” Yang Jian thought to himself.