“There seems to be a supernatural event happening over there, and people have started to die one after another. Should we go over and handle it?”

On the top floor of a building in Dahai City, Tong Qian gazed into the distance, sensing something unusual.

A vengeful ghost hidden within the city had resurfaced, causing some unrest. Even from here, one could faintly hear cries for help, and a few screams echoed in the sky. Yet no one responded to these cries, because this was a terrifying supernatural event. Ordinary people involved in it would be lucky just to survive, let alone have the ability to save others.

“The Ghost Ship is more important; we can’t be delayed by a supernatural event. Let others handle it. There are still some people in Dahai City who can take action,” He Yuelian stood by indifferently.

Even before inheriting the supernatural Ghost Painting, she was an extremely intelligent woman. At this moment, she could also see the situation clearly. Right now, they all planned to risk everything to confront the Ghost Ship and could not afford to waste time elsewhere.

“Makes sense.” Tong Qian thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. “I’ll call Li Yang. Although their team isn’t in great shape, they’re still capable of action. And we can also have Leuk San send a few paper figures over…”

As he spoke, he immediately picked up the phone to make contact.

The paper figure of Leuk San beside him nodded as well. “Although I’m not convenient to appear in person, moving a few paper figures is no problem. However, the paper figures’ abilities are limited; they can’t be of much help but can scout the way and avoid some dangers.”

Then, three paper figures immediately walked out from downstairs of the building, each heading in different directions towards the site of the supernatural incident.

“No need to bother. The Ghost Ship hasn’t appeared yet; I’ll handle it.” Yang Jian walked over, holding a red spear.

His Ghost Eyes slightly rotated, peering into the distant supernatural area. Then, he exerted a little force with his palm, and his fingernails sank into the red spear. Immediately, viscous blood began to flow continuously from the cracks on the spear, but instead of flowing down the spear, the blood eerily seemed to have a mind of its own and continuously invaded Yang Jian’s palm.

Soon, several of Yang Jian’s fingers turned crimson, as if they had lost sensation.

While the Wishing Ghost’s supernatural power was eroding him, Yang Jian also made a wish. His voice was low and devilish, like a demon whispering, “When I throw the spear, may the distant vengeful ghost be nailed.”

But just as the wish was spoken, an eerie scene unfolded.

The viscous, crimson blood suddenly seeped out intensely from the spear, more than ten times faster than before, and at an unbelievable speed, it dye Yang Jian’s hands, then arms, and chest red, with a tendency to continue spreading.

Clearly, from this degree of erosion, achieving this wish required a significant price.

This indirectly indicated that nailing the distant ghost was not an easy task; even the Wishing Ghost’s supernatural powers were not so easy to execute.

“Yang Jian, your body…” Tong Qian was a bit surprised, pausing for a moment.

The paper figure of Leuk San and He Yuelian beside them also became serious because they sensed a terrifying supernatural aura from Yang Jian’s blood-drenched body, which made one feel a sense of crisis.

Yang Jian did not speak immediately but threw the spear directly into the distance.

The red spear flew out, moving in an unreasonable trajectory through the air, passing through buildings, and embedded within the haunted supernatural area.

Seeing the wish fulfilled, Yang Jian immediately rebooted himself, eradicating the Wishing Ghost’s erosion on him.

“All supernatural forces require a price; I’m no exception. If there’s anything different about me from others, it’s that I can afford this price, at least for now,” Yang Jian finished speaking and then continued, “There’s no need to worry about the next thing. This spear won’t stop until it nails that vengeful ghost.”

“What a terrifying supernatural attack,” He Yuelian’s voice emitted a tone of marvel under her red cloak.

She is no longer an ignorant outsider, and Yang Jian’s previous actions were enough to make any Captain wary. The combination of the Coffin Nail and the nearly invincible supernatural power that almost certainly succeeds makes it possible to nail any person or ghost under normal circumstances.

“Only you can use such a supernatural attack; it’s impressive and enviable. If you combine it with a Ghost Domain blockade, almost no one can confront you head-on, not to mention you also have a dog,” Leuk San’s paper figure clicked his tongue.

Yang Jian said: “In reality, there are quite a few Captains and Kings that can oppose me. The only difference is how long they can endure against me.”

As the Enforcement Captain, he had this much confidence.

“If I were to fight you, I probably wouldn’t last a minute,” Leuk San said, remembering that Yang Jian’s spear also had a rusty Firewood Knife on it, which was equally dangerous.

He Yuelian remained silent.

She had her reasons for fearing Yang Jian and obeying his orders.

Yang Jian said: “With my personal abilities, I cannot reverse the current situation; I can at best stabilize an area from being disturbed by the supernatural, unless I can continue to grow to a certain height. Only then can I change everything, but it’s too difficult. I have witnessed the peak of ghost handlers from the Republic of China Period, even they could only stabilize the situation for less than a hundred years.”

“It’s not that they’re not strong enough, but they don’t live long enough. Even the strongest ghost handler has their day of death.”

“The conflict between supernatural powers and a ghost handler’s lifespan is intrinsic. The stronger it is, the less it can change one’s lifespan. If I wished for an ordinary person to live two hundred years, it would be easily done, but if I wished for myself to live two hundred years, the vengeful ghost would immediately revive, making it impossible to achieve.”

Leuk San’s paper figure nodded: “That’s right, while we rely on supernatural power to extend our lives, we are also bound by it. The stronger the supernatural power we wield, the more we cannot easily change ourselves. Old Qin is a perfect example; some life-extending supernatural powers cannot affect him because he’s too terrifying, so he’s limited by the lifespan of a living person.”

“Being an anomaly is a good path, but even it has a day of disappearing due to failure.”

Tong Qian said: “So while pursuing supernatural powers, we must also find a way to break the shackles of lifespan. Only when both reach a peak can some qualitative change occur, right?”

“Mighty supernatural power, combined with nearly endless lifespan, and the consciousness of a normal living person, these three are what you’re after?” Leuk San’s paper figure looked at Yang Jian again.

Yang Jian said: “No, it’s not what I pursue, but rather what this era needs. The top ghost handlers of the Republic of China Period were also waiting for such an existence to appear. Only then can the terrifying era of supernatural resurrections be concluded, and there be hope for the future. Otherwise, we’re just a patcher, and the world will remain in despair.”

He Yuelian’s voice came from under her hood, and at this moment, it seemed somewhat different, like a different person: “The ghost handlers of the Republic of China Period thought of many methods to achieve this. They walked many paths and experimented a lot. Some knew the limit of lifespan, so they thought of letting supernatural powers be passed down through the generations. As long as one generation works hard after the other, it essentially solves the problem of lifespan. Some thought to preserve the peak supernatural power of the era, and each subsequent generation accumulating it might tilt the balance between the living and the supernatural, ending it all eventually. Of course, some believed in brewing such an anomaly through the era of supernatural resurrections…”

“But many people have failed.”

Yang Jian glanced over: “Luo Wensong, the manager of the Ghost Post Office, wants to select administrators, dealing with paranormal events generation after generation. Old Qin also intended to find the next generation’s supernatural bus driver, but then Zhang Xiangguang emerged in the Ghost Post Office, and the next generation’s bus driver sought by Old Qin was killed. The Soul Summoner of Taiping Ancient Town had accumulated backup plans, but they are constantly being consumed, unable to keep up with the pace of accumulation… Sister Hong is the only one who seems to have made some progress.”

“However, her consciousness has merged with a woman named Leuk Qingqing, making her impure. Although she has inherited the supernatural power of the previous generation, Zhang Youhong, and possesses the ability to recreate the peak supernatural events of the Republic of China Period, she has temporarily solved the longevity problem. Yet, an impure person represents a lack of normal living human consciousness. If she lives another lifetime, by the third lifetime, her personality might change. Maybe she’ll find life meaningless and want to be a ghost. By then, she would be a terrifying enemy, not an ally.”

“Wang Chaling is the same. When the third or fourth generation of the Wang Family is born, it isn’t certain whether they’ll be good or bad. If Wang Sidai chooses to be bad, relying on the ghosts accumulated by the Wang Family over generations, he could dominate the supernatural circle.”

“At that time, they may enjoy their freedom, but it poses a frightening blow to the era.”

He Yuelian continued: “If what you say is true, then no one can truly accomplish this.”

“It’s very difficult, as you know, and that elderly man from the Republic of China understands. This something can no longer be artificially cultivated; it requires countless variables,” Yang Jian said.

Through everything he’s experienced, Yang Jian has come to understand the efforts of the previous generation.

Every attempt encapsulates a generation’s extreme wisdom.

Was the selection of messengers by the Ghost Post Office not remarkable enough?

Even Yang Jian couldn’t think of such a good method, nurturing batches of top-notch ghost controllers while selecting the most formidable ones as administrators. As long as it continues running, it can surely handle many paranormal events.

The one who activated the Wang Family curse, wasn’t the first generation of the Wang Family intelligent enough? Surely, they aimed to eventually produce someone with great vision through generations of accumulation and sacrifices. That person would lead the Wang Family, managing dozens or even hundreds of ghosts, running rampant in the supernatural circle, ultimately ending the era of supernatural resurgence.

There are many, many similar instances.

Some left their marks in this era, well known to others, but so many more failed and ended up buried in the Republic of China Period, with no name or stories known to anyone.

Take Zhang Xiangguang, for example. He plotted all his life but unfortunately ended in failure. If Yang Jian hadn’t spared him and set him free, who would know in the future supernatural circle that there once was someone named Zhang Xiangguang who almost succeeded in realizing the Peach Blossom Fountain Plan?

Even Feng Quan previously attempted to control the Ghost Coffin, acquire the supernatural power of the Ghost Envoy, and end all paranormal events.

But this era is cruel, dark, capable of extinguishing any possible light of hope.

Leuk San’s paper figure was silent for a long time, then said: “But Yang Jian, have you ever considered that if powerful supernatural power, along with extended life, and normal human consciousness gather in one person, it could also breed a terrifying monster? People are ambitious and changeable.”

“Of course, when a person is subjected to no constraints, he himself is the most terrifying existence.”

Yang Jian said: “I understand, so the most difficult is the third point, normal human consciousness, because maintaining a single belief or idea for a long time is incredibly difficult unless…”

“Unless what?” Leuk San’s paper figure pursued.

He was very interested in this topic, as Yang Jian’s words today might very well influence the future direction of the world.

“Unless human consciousness operates like the killing pattern of a ghost, unable to be altered,” Yang Jian said.

“That’s impossible,” Tong Qian spontaneously responded.

Yang Jian calmly gazed into the distance: “Yes, that’s impossible.”

“But hypothetically, if such a person exists, I suppose they’re no longer a human,” Leuk San’s paper figure chuckled. “Perhaps calling them a god wouldn’t be inappropriate.”

“God? Have you been hanging out with Ye Zhen recently? Stay away from him. He’s not stupid, but there’s something wrong with him—late-stage adolescent syndrome, incurable,” Yang Jian pointed to his head.

Leuk San’s paper figure couldn’t help but chuckle, but then his smile froze, and his expression gradually turned serious.

This change was noticed by Tong Qian, who asked seriously: “Did something happen?”

“That ghost ship on the old nautical chart has appeared,” Leuk San’s paper figure then said solemnly. “But oddly, the location has changed this time. It’s once again at sea, and the distance from Dahai City is even longer now…”

“The route has changed?” Tong Qian’s eyes lit up.

If the route has changed, the danger is temporarily lifted.

“No, it seems the ghost ship is somewhat malfunctioning, unable to accurately pinpoint its location. After all, being hit by the supernatural bus couldn’t leave it unaffected; it must have been influenced,” Yang Jian promptly replied.

Leuk San said: “In this case, the next time the ghost ship docks, it might not be in Dahai City; it could be anywhere.”

“I’m not worried about where it docks. The nautical chart gives five-minute predictions; no matter where it is, I can get there. What I’m worried about is that the ghost ship might not care about where it docks, as long as it appears, it will release the ghosts aboard,” Yang Jian voiced his inner concern.

“No way, indiscriminately releasing ghosts? Why?” Tong Qian was surprised.

Yang Jian said: “Currently, the ghost ship is not controlled by humans but by ghosts. If ghosts decide to do such a thing, it wouldn’t be surprising. After all, to the ghosts, we are enemies, and a supernatural uncontrolled era is the best way to deal with enemies.”

“Not feeling assured, should we go check it out?” He Yuelian’s voice emerged from under the red canopy, offering a suggestion.

“I have this thought,” Yang Jian replied, glancing at Leuk San’s paper figure.

Leuk San’s paper figure immediately reacted, beginning to accurately locate coordinates according to the old nautical chart.

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