"After subjugating the second ghost, the resurgence time of the fierce ghost has been vastly extended. Even without this transaction, is it that I've achieved my goal? If that's the case, then isn't the transaction unnecessary?"
Yang Jian furrowed his brows and began to ponder the next steps.
But quickly, he dismissed the idea.
"No, the threat of the fierce ghost's resurgence still exists, this balance is not firm, it only allows me some respite for the time being, but this equilibrium will be broken sooner or later as I continue to wield the power of the fierce ghost...and maybe then I will be compelled to subjugate a third ghost...the transaction must proceed."
Yang Jian looked down at the human-skin paper on the ground.
If that certain company knows the method to subjugate fierce ghosts and this human-skin paper does too,
he would choose that company between the two.
This thing is too eerie, capable of swallowing ghosts, who knows what it might do next.
Should I discard it somewhere?
Such an idea popped up in Yang Jian's mind.
Though reason told him he should abandon the human-skin paper here, the desire to survive stopped him.
The current matter is not yet over.
Moreover, this human-skin paper might play a critical role the next time he found himself in a dire situation.
Even if it was more bizarre, it was still better than dying.
With this thought, he still decided to keep the human-skin paper.
Only, next time, the transaction would be conducted with utmost caution.
He put away the human-skin paper.
Yang Jian no longer dared to carry it on his person.
Instead, he found the box that previously contained the Headless Ghost and stuffed it inside.
Although the box was somewhat tattered, he would definitely need to rebuild it once he got back.
It was not yet time to relax.
Yang Jian now had to face the incident at Huanggang Village.
Without resolving this event, he felt he couldn't leave just yet.
The Ghost Domain opened once more.
This time, the range of the Ghost Domain expanded significantly, covering an area of fifty meters around, not on the same level as before at all.
It seems that the power of the fierce ghost that a human could wield is indeed limited.
But if it's a ghost subjugating another ghost, then that's a whole different story.
Yang Jian appeared in front of a sports car, from which he dragged out a suitcase...
At that moment, Zhang Han, locked in the suitcase, looked pale and trembled in fear, feeling his escape was futile. After hiding for so long, had the ghost of Huanggang Village finally found him?
"I'm being dragged out by that ghost."
"Damn it, it's going to open the suitcase, the ghost has indeed locked on my position, and now I can no longer continue to hide."
"I'm going to fight you to the death."
The moment the suitcase opened, Zhang Han let out a ferocious roar and charged out.
Yet, when he saw Yang Jian standing outside, his expression instantly shifted from ferocious to shocked, then to doubt, and finally a hint of joy.
This rich array of facial expressions all took place within two seconds, unspeakably splendid.
Even the best actors couldn't compare with him.
"Keep up your performance, and whatever you have to say can wait until after you're done," Yang Jian gestured with his hand and said.
"You, you're not dead?" Zhang Han exclaimed.
Yang Jian said, "Like you, I was lucky and survived. Your move was the right one, hiding in this gold suitcase, escaping the deadliest situation this village had to offer. The situation has now changed, the crisis is temporarily resolved."
He let Zhang Han out because he needed a companion.
Otherwise, that "solitary death" condition would be triggered.
"Is, is this true? Are we safe for now?" Zhang Han asked, looking around with a mix of fear and disbelief.
Still in the village.
But dawn had broken, the dark moments passed.
However, when he saw the house with the ancestral hall setup reappearing, his pupils involuntarily constricted.
"No, only we are safe for now, the others, who can say? That Zhang Yiming... he most likely didn't make it." Yang Jian said, "I'm not sure if he is dead or not, but now, you must come with me."
"Where to now?" asked Zhang Han.
"The ancestral hall."
Yang Jian pointed to the house not far away and said, "Everything stems from that coffin. To resolve this matter, we must go there. We took a wrong turn earlier because of you, leading to the needless deaths of two ghost controllers. We can't hesitate any longer."
"I can't be sure how long this balance can be maintained."
"Once night falls again, we're truly doomed, so let's not waste any more time and start cooperating with me immediately."
Zhang Han almost subconsciously nodded.
Just the fact that Yang Jian could turn such a desperate situation around and save their lives made Zhang Han dare not question his actions anymore.
This young man was far more capable than the other members of the club.
If they had trusted him earlier, perhaps things wouldn't have gotten this bad, and maybe more ghost controllers would have survived.
Yang Jian waved his hand, and the two of them were already at the entrance of the ancestral hall.
This sudden change of location was eerie, but Zhang Han was not surprised.
Because he had seen Yang Jian use this ability before.
"You don't need to ask about other things. Just listen to me about the situation in the village. Based on my earlier assessment, there should be two ghosts in this village, one roaming around the village, killing any ghost controllers who are alone without restraint, and the other one is inside this coffin."
Yang Jian glanced at Zhang Han and then pointed towards the coffin.
"Now you have to act with me, we'll open this coffin and let out the ghost that's inside."
"If something goes wrong, there's nothing else to say, we'll have to fight for our lives. At that moment, the suitcase in your hands and the body bag in mine will become the containers for these two ghosts."
Zhang Han was on the verge of tears.
He had just begun to think there was a glimmer of hope for survival, but now he had to do something this terrifying again.
He truly hoped that heaven would let him leave Huanggang Village alive.
"Start opening the coffin."
Yang Jian found the crowbar that had been left in the ancestral hall and threw it to Zhang Han.
However, right as they were about to begin.
"Cough, *cough cough*."
A weak, consumptive cough suddenly sounded again.
But this time, the voice didn't come from beside them.
It was... from inside the vermilion coffin before them.
With the cough subsiding,
The coffin, which Yang Jian couldn't open with all his might before, now began to slowly crack open following a series of sounds.
A bloodless, pallid hand extended from inside the coffin.
Zhang Han cried out, his face covered in cold sweat.