Chapter 25

Yang Jian searched on the website and quickly found a section about the classification of ghosts.

Opening it, he saw a line of text at the top: "Based on the degree of harm ghosts pose to the world, governments around the world classify ghosts into the following levels."

Note: This does not represent the level of terror of the ghosts.

C-level: Restricted Level.

Ghosts confined to a specific area, with a threat level affecting fewer than one hundred people, can be restricted and contained by ghost controllers, and do not have the ability to spread.

B-level: Dangerous Level.

Ghosts that have the ability to move around, extremely dangerous, but with a threat level affecting fewer than ten thousand people, cannot be contained but can still be restricted by ghost controllers, and have a certain degree of spread.

A-level: Catastrophic Level.

If left unchecked, these ghosts can kill the population of an entire city within a certain period, extremely terrifying, currently cannot be restricted or contained, and have a significant degree of spread.

S-level: Destructive Level.

Ghosts with the ability to destroy the population of several cities, if not contained, can even destroy an entire country.

"The classification of ghosts is based on the degree of harm they pose to humans, and does not represent the level of terror of the ghosts." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, understanding the meaning of the levels.

Whether it's a C-level or an A-level ghost, the level of terror might be similar; it's just that C-level ghosts don't pose a significant threat to humans, so their level doesn't go up.

"The levels are only for reference and aren't very useful." Yang Jian shook his head, not taking the levels too seriously. This is how countries classify disasters, but when you really encounter a ghost, you're still going to die.

What's the difference between one person dying and a hundred people dying?

It's all death.

Yang Jian continued browsing other information.

Suddenly, a special list caught his attention.

"Global Ghost Terror Level Ranking."

"Even a ranking, these foreigners are really idle. Why not make a female ghost ranking? See which female ghost is more beautiful and more sexy. If they could do a bikini runway show, that would be even better." Yang Jian muttered to himself. When he opened it, his eyelids twitched.

His expression immediately became serious.

First on the Ghost Terror Level Ranking:

Code name: Ghost Call.

Characteristics: As long as the phone rings, death is certain, whether you answer or not, whether you can hear it or not, whether you have a phone or not, it kills indiscriminately worldwide, has no physical form, similar to a causal strike, currently unsolvable, fortunately, each Ghost Call only kills one person, currently classified as B-level.

Note: A foreign president has already died from a Ghost Call.

"Is this even possible?" Yang Jian was dumbfounded after reading it.

This is too unsolvable. The phone rings, and people die, it's like a death warrant. Even if you don't have a phone or are deaf, you will still die.

Second on the Ghost Terror Level Ranking:

Code name: Nightmare.

Characteristics: People die in their sleep, current behavior patterns unknown, spread unknown, no physical form, kills indiscriminately worldwide, has a record of killing 351 people at once, currently classified as A-level.

Note: Not sleeping can avoid the Nightmare.

Third on the Ghost Terror Level Ranking:

Code name: Ghost Eater.

Characteristics...

Yang Jian looked at the Ghost Terror Level Ranking and felt a wave of despair.

Killing indiscriminately worldwide.

These words made his scalp tingle.

Unable to defend, unable to escape, and no way to predict, if you encounter one, you will definitely die. Whether you are a billionaire, a poor beggar, or even a president, anyone is under the threat of ghosts.

People who know about this must be in a state of panic.

"However, with the world's large population, the chance of encountering a ghost on this ranking is still relatively small. If you really encounter one and get killed, it's just bad luck." After a brief shock, Yang Jian quickly regained his composure.

"I'll go to the bathroom and come back to continue reading."

After browsing for a full hour, Yang Jian got up and left the computer.

"Dad, why are you reading the newspaper without turning on the lights? Be careful, it's bad for your eyes."

He came to the living room and saw that the lights were off, so he said.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, holding a newspaper in front of his face, blending into the darkness, reading the news intently without saying a word to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't pay much attention, went to the bathroom, and continued browsing the internet.

He needed to understand what was happening in the world as soon as possible and find a way to survive.

The parchment said he wouldn't live past three months.

But he didn't believe that becoming a ghost controller meant he had no way to survive.

Fang Jing had said at school that he had a method to prevent ghost controllers from dying when ghosts revive.

But Fang Jing was dead.

The content of the parchment had been rewritten, and Yang Jian didn't know what the method was, but he believed there must be a way to survive.

"While looking for a way to survive, I also need to prepare for the worst..." Yang Jian thought to himself.

"The power of ghosts can affect all matter, but there is one exception: gold."

Signed: Bruce Pi.

A paper appeared before his eyes.

Yang Jian opened it and continued browsing, but at that moment, a phone next to him rang.

Turning his head,

it was the satellite phone given by Zhou Zheng.

"Hello, who is it?"

Yang Jian answered the call and continued reading the paper.

"You dare to lie to me, you're not called Zhang Wei, you're Yang Jian, from Dachang City, Yang Town, Meishan Village, born on January 1st, now nineteen years old, twenty years old in nominal age..."

The voice on the other end was Liu Xiaoyu, gritting her teeth.

Yang Jian wasn't surprised and said, "So you've already found Zhang Wei and investigated him? Your efficiency is average. I thought you would have discovered it six hours ago. Don't misunderstand, I couldn't believe a stranger's call at first. What if it was a phone scam? Giving you false information was for my own safety."

"How much time and effort have you wasted because of your lie?"

Liu Xiaoyu said, "I seriously warn you, you must not do this again. We have many events to handle every day, and the tasks are heavy. If everyone acts like you, how can we carry out our work?"

"Even so, I'm not a detective, and you can't control me." Yang Jian said indifferently.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in the living room walked in and sat on the bed next to Yang Jian, holding a newspaper and looking down without saying a word.

"Dad, is there something?" Yang Jian asked.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but Liu Xiaoyu on the phone asked, "Who are you talking to? You should keep this information confidential and not tell irrelevant people to avoid causing panic. I should explain the confidentiality regulations to you."

"I'm talking to my dad, let's end it here today, we'll talk next time, I'm very busy." Yang Jian was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait, wait."

Suddenly, Liu Xiaoyu's voice rose, sounding surprised, "Your dad? What's happening there? I have your file right here, I can see all your information from birth to high school. Where did you get a dad? Your dad died in a car accident when you were in fifth grade, your guardian is your mother."

"And there's no record of your mother remarrying."

"So you've been a single-parent family since elementary school."

Yang Jian said, "You're talking nonsense, my dad is sitting next to me reading the newspaper."

He turned his head to look.

The middle-aged man sitting on the bed didn't move, holding the newspaper to cover his face, making it impossible to see his features. The living room and bedroom lights were off, and in the dim environment, it was impossible to read the newspaper clearly.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Yang Jian reached out to pull the newspaper away.

But then he suddenly saw a black-and-white portrait of the middle-aged man hanging on a cabinet in the room.

His hand froze.

"Yang Jian, something must be wrong there, quickly, leave your residence." Liu Xiaoyu's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.