Chapter 859: Chapter 826: Impact and Method

“Just now, I’ve had headquarters set up a new archive, classified as level A, codenamed Room 301.”

On a plane to Dachang City.

Li Yang took this opportunity to report on the work, because the incident had not been completely resolved, so establishing an archive and determining the level of the supernatural event were very important matters.

But judging by the losses in Dachuan City and Li Leping’s condition, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to classify this event as an S-level.

However, since most of the incident had been resolved, only leaving a ghost wandering in Mingyue Community, designating it as S-level would have too great an impact, so they downgraded it by one level.

“The archive set up by the headquarters isn’t that closely related to us, we just need to report it, as the incident is already under temporary control,” said Yang Jian.

His purpose for having Li Yang report back was very simple.

Li Yang himself had not entered Room 301 and wasn’t very clear about the situation there, so all the truly important information was in Yang Jian’s mind.

And the archive he created was the most critical.

“Room 301.”

Yang Jian was sitting in the cabin’s seat, holding a drawing board. He had found a pencil from somewhere and was rapidly sketching on white paper.

He didn’t know how to sketch before.

But now he could, his mind filled with memories, within which were numerous techniques and methods related to sketching.

It was as if he had learned it before.

He knew that these memories were not his own, but rather, stolen by the Ghost Shadow Figure that had invaded Dachuan City.

These memories contained everything, sketching among them.

Very soon, the appearance of a room began to materialize on the white paper.

Walls, floors, tables, as well as many details were all rendered one by one.

Yang Jian felt that there were still many things in Room 301 that he hadn’t investigated thoroughly, many secrets yet to be unearthed. He didn’t want to take further risks, so he simply drew the things from his memories and stored them in the archive, lest he forget them as time passed.

Soon.

The sketch was completed.

Yang Jian organized the archive then glanced at the Coffin Nail standing on the floor next to him.

The Coffin Nail still pierced into the Ghost Shadow.

The ringing of the Eight-Tone Music Box echoed in his mind.

The current Yang Jian was in a state where he could die at any moment, whether from the uncontrollable Ghost Shadow or the Eight-Tone Music Box which could both claim his life.

Additionally, the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box had a time limit.

In a few days, when the curse ends, Yang Jian would die all the same.

Therefore, the time he had left to solve the problem was not abundant.

“If I want to survive, I need to let the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box unleash upon the Ghost Shadow, making it bear the curse. If successful, the complete Ghost Shadow might once again fall into a crash state, then my consciousness can take control of everything. At that time, not only could I wield the complete Ghost Shadow, but there’s also a chance I could possess the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box.”

Yang Jian looked at the red lacquered little box in his hand.

He could feel that the supernatural power inside it was no longer present.

The box was merely a vessel; the real terror was that segment of the Eight-Tone Music Box’s cursed tune.

Now, that segment of the tune resided in his own mind.

Only when he died again would the cursed tune return to the Eight-Tone Music Box.

Even if someone else opened the Eight-Tone Music Box now, it would be futile; there wouldn’t be any sound coming out of it, and it would have no effect on ordinary people.

“So, the problem remains the same, how to ensure the survival of a living person’s consciousness.”

Yang Jian faced this dilemma once again.

Previously, he had transferred his consciousness with the help of a spirit tablet and supernatural photographs. Now he had a spirit tablet in his hands, but if he wanted to transfer his consciousness, a substitute person would be needed.

The substitute had to be someone within the supernatural photograph.

And the camera capable of taking supernatural photos was still in the headquarters’ possession.

Of course, the supernatural camera was just a prerequisite.

The most important thing was the success rate.

What if the consciousness of the Ghost Shadow Figure transferred along with him?

Then, once the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box ended, he would still have to die.

The situation now was different from before. Before, Yang Jian was only subject to one curse, but now he harbored two.

Therefore.

The situation was different, and the method of transferring consciousness through a spirit tablet was no longer viable.

“Of course, there is another method, which is to do nothing at all and let the Ghost Shadow invade my consciousness. When the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box erupts, as long as I’m lucky, the curse may not necessarily kill me. It’s possible that the Ghost Shadow will bear the brunt of the curse instead.”

Yang Jian had another last resort.

Still a gamble.

After all, as the Ghost Shadow was invading him, he was also invading the Ghost Shadow.

The entanglement of consciousness went both ways.

The curse from the Eight-Tone Music Box would undoubtedly be shared.

“Merge into the Ghost Shadow’s consciousness fully, then when the curse erupts, let the Ghost Shadow bear it, and fall into a crash state…. But to execute this plan, I must have a contingency in place, otherwise my consciousness might not survive.”

Yang Jian subconsciously thought of the Ghost Cabinet.

If the deal with the Ghost Cabinet was completed, then he could request that the Ghost Cabinet ensure his consciousness would not die.

Then he wouldn’t be harmed by the curse’s explosion.

But, the deal with the Ghost Cabinet had not yet been completed.

Yang Jian could not make any demands.

“I still have a last-ditch substitute, human skin paper.”

Ultimately.

At this critical juncture of death, Yang Jian once again thought of the perilous human skin capable of revealing information.

The human skin paper may reveal information and methods.

But how perilous it contains, Yang Jian dares not say.

However, when it comes to that point, even knowing the danger, he will surely try.

Not trying is certain death, trying holds a sliver of hope for life.

The choice of which path to take is obvious.

While contemplating, the plane had already landed at Dachang City’s airport.

Compared to the desolate and eerie urban environment of Dachuan City, Dachang City clearly seemed normal.

People bustled, the place was lively and bustling.

Although it can’t compare to the past, its vitality has much improved, especially after Yang Jian became the team leader, which drew even more people to Dachang City. Although this matter was confidential, it nevertheless couldn’t stop the spread of information.

A city where a team leader has settled is hugely attractive to many people.

The flow of people at the airport proved everything.

“You take a good rest these few days, I’ve got some things to deal with, and we’ll discuss the post office matter after I come back,” Yang Jian said to Li Yang before getting off the plane.

Li Yang nodded; he knew that Yang Jian had to deal with his own situation.

Although he was worried that Yang Jian might not be able to handle it,

he didn’t ask, because asking was futile. If Yang Jian truly was gone, many things would be meaningless.

“Then, captain, be careful,” Li Yang just gave a reminder.

“Don’t worry, there won’t be any problems,” Yang Jian replied indifferently, not knowing if he was comforting him, or reassuring himself.

Very soon.

The two separated at the airport.

Li Yang left by car, but Yang Jian departed using the Ghost Domain.

Actually, he could have used the Ghost Domain to rush back from Dachuan City, but because he needed some time to contemplate his plan, he did not do so.

Yang Jian directly appeared inside Guanjiang Residential Complex in Dachang City.

The shadow beneath his feet was still pinned by the Coffin Nail.

The restrictions of the Ghost Shadow remained in place to prevent control of his body from being seized back by the Ghost Shadow.

“Go to Wang Shanshan’s place and get the human skin paper back from the Ghost Child,” Yang Jian thought straightforwardly, his figure vanishing again, then reappearing inside the Republic Era Ancient House in the complex, which had been recently renovated.

After the renovation, the ancient house had become Wang Shanshan’s private villa.

She lived here.

Tall walls were built around, and ordinary people could not enter at all.

Now it was the afternoon, and the sunlight was still bright.

Yang Jian appeared in the courtyard of the ancient house, bathing in the sunlight that fell from the sky, his whole being still exuding a cold aura, and around him lingered the stench of rotting corpses.

A young woman with a pale complexion and a graceful figure was currently sitting at a desk in the bright, tidy great hall, looking down at a book.

“Are you going to die again?”

Wang Shanshan noticed Yang Jian’s arrival; she slightly lifted her head, her fair face devoid of any expression.

Like an ice maiden, emotionless.

“You sensed it?” Yang Jian asked, not moving.

Wang Shanshan said nothing, merely slightly lifting her sleeve to reveal a snow-white arm, on which an eerie red eye seemed to be peering around.

This red eye was not yet fully formed, only an outline without substance.

Like a ghost eye, yet not reaching the stage of a Ghost Eye.

“Ghost Eye Resurrection, even you’re affected?” Yang Jian understood what was happening at a glance.

He was unaffected when he activated the seven layers of the Ghost Domain, thanks to the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box and the complete Ghost Shadow.

However, Wang Shanshan was different; she too was eroded by the supernatural power of the Ghost Eye, so she felt it much more distinctly.

“I’ve already been able to see things,” Wang Shanshan said with her eyes closed, swaying her arm.

The eye on her arm was staring at Yang Jian.

Eerily, Yang Jian could also feel the gaze emanating from that eye.

“There won’t be any problems, I can handle it well.”

Wang Shanshan covered the eye on her arm, then said, “You are in a more serious condition this time.”

“I know, that’s why I’m telling you,” Yang Jian said indifferently.

The two were classmates in high school for three years, now because of the lack of emotions, as indifferent as enemies.

In reality, they were both very aware, after having been through so much together, their relationship was very good.

It was merely the absence of emotions that made it impossible to express.

“So, you’ve come looking for the Ghost Child this time?” Wang Shanshan knew Yang Jian well and guessed his purpose.

Yang Jian said, “Yes, and I will disappear for a few days to solve my problems.”

Wang Shanshan stood up, walked over to Yang Jian, ignoring the stench of a corpse emanating from him, extended her fair, slender palm, and touched Yang Jian’s cheek, “Anyone in this city can die, but you cannot, because you are Yang Jian.”

“Of course, I am Yang Jian, and I will not die,” Yang Jian forced a smile.

Chilly and numb.

Wang Shanshan no longer spoke; she dropped her hand and glanced at the corner.

A creepy child dressed in a funeral shroud, barefoot, stood there, slightly tilting his head to look this way, with red eyes that lacked pupils, emanating a weird and malevolent feeling, chilling to the bone.

Yang Jian eyed the golden bell around the Ghost Child’s neck.

Inside it was the human skin paper.

This was a measure taken in the past to prevent the human skin paper from going out of control.

Because if the human skin paper dared to emerge, the Ghost Child would eat it in one bite.

Moreover, the Ghost Child did not need to rest, could watch over it twenty-four hours a day, without any slacking.