Mysterious Awakening

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Wang Xiaoming sat motionless, a dark, diamond-shaped awl placed on the table before him.

As for Yang Jian, he had left.

"He refused?" Li Jun suddenly appeared beside him.

Wang Xiaoming said, "He'll agree. He just needs a little time. Plus, I enjoy dealing with those who refuse me because as they are refusing, they understand the price they must pay and the consequences that will follow. People who are clearly aware of themselves are often more trustworthy than those who impulsively rush at the sight of a slight benefit."

"What we need to do now is wait. I've already given him a subtle hint. He probably wouldn't dare to use that thing anymore. Without his last trump card, his only option is to trade with me, and my stakes are high enough."

"Let's go, there are more important things to deal with. Let Yang Jian be for now. Let him first get through the seven-day training," Wang Xiaoming stood up and said.

At this moment.

Yang Jian walked alone on the road to the training base.

Because Wang Xiaoming now knew about the existence of the human skin parchment, even though Wang Xiaoming had never seen the parchment, it did not prevent this guy from guessing it, especially since Yang Jian's last suicide attempt by hanging had given him plenty of information.

"He wants the human skin parchment because his research on the Ghost Coffin failed. He must find another method to control fierce ghosts, and my successful case has given him enough confidence. He believes my method is the correct one, and even that fearsome entity capable of suppressing three ghosts with ease, Wang Xiaoming managed to mess it up completely. It just crashed and became a Coffin Nail."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly.

So, should he trade with him?

Yang Jian was all too aware of the special nature of the human skin parchment, and moreover, a terrifying trap had begun to emerge in the recent solution given to bring Tong Qian back to life.

If it hadn't been for his accidental discovery that Tong Qian's identity was that of a ghost, the crying face and smiling face would have already been switched to the ghost, who then would have perfectly controlled it, and the end result would have been a total annihilation.

Even now, thinking about it made Yang Jian feel a shiver of fear.

So, Wang Xiaoming wasn't wrong about certain things; the parchment's solutions are no longer trustworthy.

Although the solution is correct, it hides a trap that you can't detect. Yang Jian didn't dare to gamble that he would be just as lucky next time to see through the trap of the parchment and survive.

Even if he succeeded next time, what about the time after that?

If the trap in the parchment's solution worked even once, Yang Jian would be finished.

"I can't bet on this. Always going all-in, sooner or later I will lose everything, even my life," he lamented, shaking his head helplessly.

In fact.

Yang Jian had another alternative solution. Apart from the human skin parchment, he also possessed the peculiar Ghost Cabinet.

If he bargained with two conditions to ask for the Ghost Cabinet's help, he could solve his own problem as well.

Only, that would come with a definite price, but there would be no traps in the transaction. It just depended on whether you could meet the Ghost Cabinet's demands.

There might be no traps during the transaction process. But what about the outcomes after the transaction?

Once the Ghost Cabinet used Yang Jian to achieve all its objectives, no one could predict what consequences that might bring.

"Be it human skin parchment or the Ghost Cabinet, neither are good things. The slightest carelessness could spell my doom; dealing with ghosts is not that easy," Yang Jian sighed deeply, his voice filled with extreme helplessness.

This helplessness was like light being engulfed by darkness, leaving no hope or road for survival in sight.

Every practitioner who controlled ghosts was just like Yang Jian, groping in this realm of darkness, sharing the path with spectral beings, where one wrong step could lead to irredeemable disaster.

"Young man, don't sigh all the time. Be more positive. There are many beautiful things in this world waiting for you," Zhao Jianguo's voice sounded at that moment. He approached with long strides from behind, a faint smile on his face.

Yang Jian was a little surprised and said, "Weren't you executed by firing squad?"

"..." Zhao Jianguo's smile instantly stiffened.

How does this guy speak?

If you weren't a ghost controller, talking like that in public would definitely get your legs broken.

Too offensive.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I was just let go and now work at the training base, responsible for receiving you guys," Zhao Jianguo said.

"So you went from being the captain of the communications department at the headquarters to a waiter, pretty miserable, huh? Getting used to running errands and serving tea? How's the pay? Is it enough for gas?" Yang Jian asked a string of questions.

Zhao Jianguo wasn't annoyed and just chuckled, "Not bad, it's passable, quite leisurely, and I get to read the newspaper when there's nothing else."

"Reading the newspaper still means there'll be something to do," Yang Jian said.

"Even though you're still the same, to be honest, I'm pretty happy to see you're still alive. How about it? Have you seen Liu Xiaoyu?" Zhao Jianguo asked.

Yang Jian said, "That shorty who likes to dress up as a Lolita?"

"Don't young people all like that style?" Zhao Jianguo said.

"Do you think the word 'like' still exists in my life?" Yang Jian said.

Zhao Jianguo smiled, "You could give it a try, at the very least make a friend; she cares quite a bit about you."

"A lot of people care about me, but not in that way," Yang Jian said. "They're all concerned about whether I'm dead or not."

"Let's not talk about this. The matters of you young people are not something a semi-retired person like me can manage. You're on the wrong path. The first day of training is over there. You should really listen attentively to the first lesson; it could be very enlightening for you, at least help you overcome some of your fear of ghosts," Zhao Jianguo pointed to the right, leading the way, "Follow me, I'll take you there."

"There won't be subjects like math, language, and English, will there?" Yang Jian asked.

"No, just consider it like listening to a story, it's very relaxing," Zhao Jianguo said.

Soon.

Zhao Jianguo brought Yang Jian to a room at the training base.

The room was spacious.

There were about a dozen newcomers sitting there.

Some familiar people were present, such as Zhang Lei, Wang Jiang whom he had seen before at Ping'an Hotel, and some strangers he had never met.

Without a doubt, these people were all ghost handlers.

At the other end of the room was a podium where a mature man with white temples, short hair, a serious expression, and looking full of vigor was lecturing earnestly. The blackboard was filled with some key words such as ghost, history, origin, conjecture, and the like.

"Yang Jian, you're late. Sit over here. Hurry up and listen to Professor Bai's lecture, it's a great theory class," Zhang Lei waved to signal him.

"I should go back to reading the newspaper. Take care of yourself, and try not to cause any trouble."

Zhao Jianguo gave a long and serious reminder, fearing that Yang Jian, the unruly one in a crowd, might stir up trouble.

Yang Jian ignored him and walked into the classroom.

He never thought he would attend a class again after leaving No. 7 Middle School.

Professor Bai on the podium glanced at Yang Jian, who had just come in, but did not say much. Unlike in the past, none of the lecturers would dare to criticize these students, as each and every one of them attending was extraordinary.

"Who is this Professor Bai?" After sitting down, Yang Jian asked in a low voice.

Zhang Lei said, "When he introduced himself earlier, he seemed to say his name was Bai Xuewen. He has been studying the history of various countries since college, especially with a special focus on folklore about gods and spirits. He is a very renowned professor and a great literary figure. Have you ever read 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio'?"

"I've seen a bit of it; Nie Xiaoqian has big breasts."

"Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' was translated by this professor. Wait, which version have you seen?" Zhang Lei looked at him strangely and continued, "Not only ancient texts, but he has also translated books from other countries. He's said to know at least five languages and is a national treasure. If not for the headquarters, how could we uncultured folks get a chance to listen to a lecture by such a prominent professor?"

Clearly, he held Professor Bai in high esteem.

"Professor Bai mentioned earlier that the historical records of ghosts could be traced back to the origins of human civilization, and since ancient times, our ancestors have had a tradition of worshiping spirits and deities…" Zhang Lei then caught Yang Jian up on the class content from earlier.

"He wants to apply ghost tales to explain the current supernatural events?" Yang Jian asked, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth, "Not a bad cover-up method, starting from history, paired with folk tales from around the world, turning a terrifying and strange occurrence into something that has supposedly already happened in history."

"That way, it can indeed reduce people's fear and help stabilize public mood."

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