Chapter 863: Chapter 830 Preparations

Yang Jian returned to the resting room in Shangtong Tower.

He found Tong Qian and said seriously, “I will disappear for a few days to deal with my situation at safe house number one in Guanjiang Residential Complex. If I don’t come out or make contact after three days, then I might be dead. At that time, seal off the safe house number one, and no one should enter.”

“Then you become the second team leader and help look after Dachang City.”

He was not just instructing, but also arranging his affairs for after his death.

Tong Qian was stunned for a moment, then asked, “How likely is it to succeed?”

Regaining balance in his body was very difficult; Yang Jian’s statement indicated that the process was extremely dangerous, even to the point where he had already arranged matters for after his death.

“I don’t know, when it comes to supernatural things, who can be sure? But it’s not the first time I’ve dealt with this. It’s best if I survive, but if I die, that means I can only get this far. After all, ghost controllers will die one day,” Yang Jian said calmly.

He had experienced too much life and death and horror, and had become detached.

“I understand,” Tong Qian was silent, he nodded slightly: “Is there any way I can help?”

Yang Jian said, “Looking after Dachang City is the greatest help to me.”

“I meant besides that,” Tong Qian said.

Yang Jian shook his head: “No need, there is nothing you need to help me with.”

“Alright, then I’ll be waiting for your return,” Tong Qian stated solemnly.

“I also hope I can get through this,” Yang Jian smiled faintly, but his smile was cold and slightly stiff.

“I’m going.”

He didn’t waste any time, the Ghost Domain spread, and he vanished on the spot.

Tong Qian looked solemn, his gaze passing through the window, looking towards the direction of Guanjiang Residential Complex.

He clearly knew that with Yang Jian’s previous condition, he wouldn’t face the next phase of ghost resurrection so soon. It had only been about two months, yet he had to deal with his situation again.

It was just too strenuous; he used the ghost power too much.

Yang Jian could live very well away from supernatural events.

Only… it seemed Yang Jian couldn’t stop anymore, like a runaway car that could only speed on the highway.

This was called being helpless.

Tong Qian, also a ghost controller, empathized deeply.

Yang Jian went straight back to his home in Guanjiang Residential Complex, and he also forcefully brought Zhang Liqin back from her company.

Zhang Liqin was just at her office in Shangtong Tower handling affairs, and in the blink of an eye, she was back home, which really startled her. However, when she saw Yang Jian, her anxiety settled.

Ghost Domain, huh?

She secretly observed Yang Jian, noticing his complexion was not good, he seemed quite burdened.

“I need you to record this incident, so I brought you directly back from the company. Put aside your work for now,” Yang Jian said as he sat on the living room sofa, sounding somewhat detached.

“Okay,” Zhang Liqin nodded, “I’ll go to my room to get a notebook.”

“No need.”

Yang Jian grabbed the notebook with a swift motion and tossed it over.

Zhang Liqin instinctively caught it.

“Did you manage to order the special steel I asked you to, as Tong Qian informed you?” Yang Jian asked casually.

“I was just contacting various factories to have the items shipped here, they should be done before tomorrow noon,” Zhang Liqin stated, knowing not to be negligent with Yang Jian’s matters.

Once instructed, the company generally spared no expense in completing it.

Yang Jian nodded, “Good, where is Jiang Yan? I didn’t see her at the company just now.”

Not seeing her meant not finding her in the Ghost Domain.

“She went back to your hometown. Aunt said the house there is rather dilapidated and needs renovation and rebuilding, so Jiang Yan went to help. Also, Jiang Yan asked me to ask you whether to build a safe house there,” Zhang Liqin asked.

Yang Jian’s expression changed slightly: “Jiang Yan has quite a few ideas, being so concerned about building a house in my hometown, so that’s why, but it’s a good thing. It would be good to build one. How are the gold reserves?”

Zhang Liqin’s tone held a hint of resentment: “I’m not your accountant, how would I know how much assets you have, but Jiang Yan mentioned to me. Just building a safe house for about five people, there are enough gold reserves.”

“Then build it,” Yang Jian said, giving his approval.

Zhang Liqin nodded: “Then I’ll go back and tell Jiang Yan. However, isn’t a five-person safe house a bit small?”

“It should be enough for personal use,” Yang Jian considered.

“What if there are more people in the family later?” Zhang Liqin blinked: “After all, there might be children in the future, it’s better to be prepared, and I will often go back to your hometown with you.”

Her tone was slightly coquettish,

“Then make it a ten-person safe house, and don’t renovate the old house, choose a new location to rebuild,” Yang Jian said.

“Okay,” Zhang Liqin responded very happily.

Yang Jian said, “Start recording now, also I will be away for a few days, the company should operate as usual, if there are any problems go find Tong Qian.”

Zhang Liqin immediately sat up straight, ready to record the details of Yang Jian’s journey.

This experience was extensive, it only finished being recorded deep into the night.

The next day, Yang Jian had already returned to safe house number one, prior to leaving he instructed Zhang Liqin to stack the specially purchased steel in the backyard, as he would handle it himself.

“Tomorrow noon at one fifteen, my Eight-Tone Music Box curse will erupt.”

Inside safe house number one

Yang Jian began preparing to deal with this situation.

He pondered the conversation with Doctor Chen from yesterday, he already had a rough action plan in mind.

He didn’t need to rely on human skin paper, nor did he need someone else to make plans, Yang Jian could handle it by himself.

“It’s too dangerous to write in a new memory stick. If it really succeeds, then the worst-case scenario will happen, I will have two sets of memories belonging to me in my mind; one is the newly written in, and one is inherent from the Ghost Shadow.”

Yang Jian found a loophole.

He pondered.

If he assumed he was already dead from enduring the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, his memory might not disappear, it could linger in the Ghost Shadow.

A complete Ghost Shadow has the ability to steal the memories of living people.

This isn’t hypothetical, but very likely.

Even now, his memories might have already been stolen by the Ghost Shadow.

If the Ghost Shadow were to die from the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, then interesting things would happen. The Ghost Shadow has stolen tens of thousands, maybe more, memories; which memory could dominate Yang Jian’s body?

In other words.

Once Ghost Shadow crashes and the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box vanishes, among those killed by Ghost Shadow, who will be lucky enough to resurrect in their own body?

The one whose memories dominate the body is considered resurrected.

The rest will merely become memories.

This is a lottery.

Every deceased person draws for a chance at resurrection.

Yang Jian is also among them.

Therefore, he must manipulate the situation to ensure his memories are selected, enabling his resurrection and then replacing Ghost Shadow to become a ghost with a living consciousness.

“I need to use a blood-stained newspaper.

Yang Jian, who had been pondering in the safe house for hours, suddenly stood up and walked into a room to fetch a supernatural item.

It was an old newspaper soaked with fresh blood.

He had considered rewriting his own memories onto this newspaper before.

But it would be problematic because if the rewritten memories conflicted with the original memories in Yang Jian’s mind, he would start to doubt who really was Yang Jian.

Once he starts thinking that way.

The authenticity and uniqueness of Yang Jian would be erased.

By then, he might neither be Yang Jian nor a ghost, but a new personality, a new consciousness.

Therefore, he improved the plan.

“I just need to confirm I am Yang Jian, then I can find Yang Jian’s memories from countless memories, reclaiming all that belonged to him before death… For me, it would be like sleeping, losing memory for a few hours, and then returning to normal, without any trouble or conflict.”

That’s what Yang Jian thought.

“So there’s no need to change the memories, just confirming them is enough.”

Thinking of this.

He started to prepare.

He took a pen and wrote a few words on that blood-stained newspaper: I am Yang Jian.

No other content.

Just these few words.

And to ensure his uniqueness, and to deeply embed the blood-stained newspaper to his consciousness, he repeatedly wrote these four words.

“I am Yang Jian…”

The handwriting varied in size as he began to densely fill the entire blood-stained newspaper.

Yang Jian couldn’t remind himself through ordinary means; he had to rely on another supernatural power to avoid being swallowed by other memories, preventing him from waking up and controlling his body.

Soon.

One blood-stained newspaper was filled with the words: I am Yang Jian.

At this point Yang Jian stopped writing and set the blood-stained newspaper aside.

Subsequently.

Another preparation had to be done.

He raised his head slightly to look.

With the safe house not closed, his Ghost Domain extended outside.

At this moment, he saw that the special steel ordered by Zhang Liqin had arrived, the goods had been unloaded and placed in the backyard of his villa.

Yang Jian used his Ghost Domain to transfer this batch of special steel and then began to reforged his weapons.

He skillfully melted Gold, poured it into molds, and confirmed several steel characteristics, blending them together in the layers.

The Firewood Knife could not be melted as it contained supernatural power, so it could only be enveloped into forming a single-edged spear tip.

Then Coffin Nail was embedded into the tail end.

A golden-yellow long spear thus appeared before him, with many irregular cracks that seemed like traces of failed quenching, but it was intentionally made so by Yang Jian. He needed his Ghost Domain to invade it, ensuring contact with the Firewood Knife as a trigger medium.

Yang Jian tried swinging it.

This time the spear did not bend or deform and could withstand his power.

“Not bad, it’s quite refined and durable after polishing.”

Yang Jian continued polishing and repairing, transforming into a blacksmith.

The sound of hammering echoed within the safe house.

A supernatural weapon, combining the Firewood Knife and Coffin Nail, was thus formed.

His Ghost Hand held the spear shaft, following the cracks with Ghost Hand to invade and touch the Firewood Knife.

Ghost Shadow covered the ground, directly formatting the medium.

He saw many people’s images; they were Zhang Wei, Wang Xiaoming, Jiang Yan… all the footprints of those who entered the safe house.

However, he dared not pull up the spear, for the other end embedded with Coffin Nail was still nailed to his shadow.

“If I really died, even if the ghost revives, it would not be able to use this thing, because this item requires some skill.” Yang Jian thought to himself.

This is not an existence you can just pick up and use.

And a ghost isn’t smart enough, even touching the long spear would merely treat it as a piece of scrap iron, unable to precisely activate the medium, rendering the Firewood Knife useless.

This skill is not difficult,

For those who control ghosts, it comes with a touch.

But for a real ghost who acts according to the rules of killing, it is extremely difficult.

“I also need a coffin to contain myself.”

Yang Jian then glanced at the special steel, directly affected by his Ghost Domain, and a metal coffin appeared in front of him.

But this thing cannot fend off a fierce ghost.

So Yang Jian continued to melt Gold, hollowed out the middle of the coffin, and cast it inside, forming an interlayer.

This way, a coffin capable of imprisoning a fierce ghost was made.

“If I died, this coffin would be my burial place.” Yang Jian touched the cold coffin, imagining that he would spend the next few days inside it.