The resurrection of malicious spirits, humanity becomes a prison.

Eight twisted black characters appear on the dark brown human skin paper.

This is both a prophecy and a representation of an established fact.

Moreover, these words reveal a deep despair and darkness.

Clearly, the future is filled with the supernatural, and as the supernatural ramps up, the world will be filled with terror and peril everywhere; ordinary people living in this world are like living in hell, fearing every day and guarding against ghosts suddenly appearing around them every moment.

In such an environment, even just staying alive could drive one mad.

Not many people can withstand living under this intense pressure.

If we cannot prevent the supernatural era from arriving, or say, terminate the supernatural era, then the world is essentially in a state of slow death.

Perhaps one day in the future, a period of relative balance between the supernatural and ghost handlers may come again, but before that, it’s unknown how many people will perish.

“It’s truly not an answer that pleases anyone.” Yang Jian remained silent for a while, then slowly spoke.

At this moment, others beside him also fell into silence, especially the ordinary ones like Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin; they trembled all over because the one they relied on, Yang Jian, would face the revival of malicious spirits in nine days. Even if Yang Jian could survive by lying in the Ghost Coffin, it also meant he would no longer protect them nor Dachang City.

Terror would strike again at that time.

And this moment won’t take long, just a short period of ten days to half a month.

“The future it reveals can be altered. In its prediction, Captain, you are dying due to the revival of malicious spirits in nine days, but then it found you a path to survival, you just need to lie in the coffin… So things are not as bad, right?” Huang Ziya looked at Yang Jian, hoping he would say something encouraging.

Yang Jian, however, shook his head: “The future the human skin paper speaks of is real. Earlier, I met Old Qin for the last time; Old Qin has the ability to converse with his future self. I have a feeling that Old Qin knows about the future but chooses not to speak. If the future is good, Old Qin wouldn’t keep it hidden. Only when the future is despairing and dark would Old Qin choose to conceal it.”

“Only in this way would people like us choose to strive to survive. If we knew the hopeless conclusion early, perhaps the future would become even worse.”

Speaking here, Yang Jian smirked self-mockingly: “Moreover, reality is developing in this direction. Who would have thought that during the initial phase of supernatural resurrection, a group of top ghost handlers accumulated globally fought stupidly, causing the scenario that could have been maintained to collapse instantly.”

“Perhaps Old Qin already foresaw all this back at headquarters, which is why he said it doesn’t matter if a few people die.”

“I don’t quite believe the future spoken of by the human skin paper, nor do I believe in Old Qin’s foresight, but when both point in the same direction, then one has no choice but to believe, after all, there’s no conspiracy between them.”

At this moment, Huang Ziya also fell silent. Even Yang Jian judged this way, the future indeed seems worrying.

“Captain, we cannot deal with other places, but if we only guard Dachang City, could it serve as a relatively safe sanctuary in the future? Don’t blame me for being selfish; when that time comes, survival will be the priority.”

Yang Jian said: “Your thoughts are not wrong, and I don’t think you’re selfish. In front of the major trend of the supernatural era, being able to protect one place is already remarkable, but the question is, how long can we live? A year, two years? After we die, can we find new successors? Keep in mind, malicious spirits won’t just disappear unless dealt with, so Dachang City will eventually fall.”

“Even if we find successors, how long can the next generation cope? The reality is that this problem doesn’t just exist now, it existed during the Republic of China Period. The previous generation of ghost handlers resolved and sealed most of the supernatural, maintaining a century of stability. Strictly speaking, we are just the second batch of successors.”

“But our generation is not even as good as the Republic of China Period. If we only think about passing the problem to the next generation of ghost handlers, wouldn’t that be somewhat ridiculous? At that time, the next generation might even be worse than ours.”

Huang Ziya bitterly smiled: “Captain, don’t say anymore; if you continue, I might have the impulse to commit suicide right now. Instead of dying hopelessly in the future, it would be better to do it when somewhat happy, avoiding much suffering.”

“Hope is important, so this information can only appear in this office, it cannot be spread out,” Yang Jian said.

“Understood, strict confidentiality,” Huang Ziya replied.

“I will also maintain strict secrecy, not telling anyone,” Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin said immediately.

Yang Jian waved his hand, indicating he wasn’t too concerned, as he continued to look at the human skin paper: “Is there any way to prevent the supernatural era from coming or end it.”

Since the human skin paper is so cooperative today, he doesn’t mind asking a few more questions, as obtaining this information doesn’t require any cost.

“When I learned the supernatural era was imminent, my heart was filled with worry. I tried various methods to stop the supernatural era’s arrival, but all failed. The continuous appearance of malicious spirits is a major trend, not something I alone can prevent. Unless countless ghost handlers like me appear, only then can it possibly be stopped, but that’s dreaming. Because after one battle after another, the teammates, colleagues, and friends around me have become fewer and fewer. Now, only I am left progressing alone.”

“I don’t know how far I can go in this despairing world, but I understand I will soon be swallowed by this despairing world. Perhaps I can attempt to leave my life information behind, for future generations, hoping one day they can get some help from my information and end this despairing supernatural era.”

Line after line of eerie handwriting appears on the human skin paper.

The content resembles someone writing a last note, making one feel suffocated.

After reading it, Yang Jian couldn’t help but let out a slight sigh: “The human skin paper is right, the supernatural era is a major trend, not something that can be stopped by merely a few people. Furthermore, now within the supernatural circle, ghost handlers with capability are few and far between, even gathering all wouldn’t accomplish anything major, for their strength is at most only relatively top-level within the supernatural circle of this era. Placed in the Republic of China Era, they might just be considered ordinary goods.”

“There’s no need to continue looking; the more you know, the more despairing it becomes. What the future will become, I cannot manage, at least while I am alive, I will try to do what I am supposed to do as best as I can.”

After saying this, he directly put away the human skin paper and then casually tossed it behind him.

The human skin paper fell to the ground, and immediately a puddle of water appeared, quickly swallowing the human skin paper along with it disappearing without a trace.

“Tomorrow, I have to deal with the Black Umbrella. This action I will do alone. Later, have Liu Xiaoyu send me the latest data from these days; today’s meeting ends here, we can adjourn, I need to leave work and head home.”

Yang Jian finished speaking and stood up from the sofa.

Huang Ziya said: “Then I’ll continue my shift.”

Yang Jian nodded and then opened his ghost eye.

Accompanied by the spread of the Ghost Domain, he disappeared from the office with Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin.

When he appeared again, Yang Jian had already returned home.

As soon as he returned, Yang Jian immediately said: “Remember last time you mentioned the safe house at your old home was completed?”

“Yes.” Jiang Yan nodded at once: “It’s completely finished, can be utilized anytime.”

“Good, when I leave tomorrow, take my mom back to the old home for a few days,” Yang Jian said.

“When should we come back?” Jiang Yan asked.

Yang Jian said: “Wait for my notification; currently Dachang City is a place of trouble, returning to the old home would be better. If anything happens, contact me immediately. If you can’t reach me, contact Wang Shanshan; she can control the Ghost Child and handle most situations.”

“Follow me upstairs; there are many things to record this time, and I have other matters to tend to, don’t waste time.”

“Okay.”

Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin exchanged a glance, then immediately followed.

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