Chapter 27

In a public restroom.

Water gushed out, and Yang Jian washed the stench of blood from his face.

Feeling the cool tap water, he felt much calmer.

"It's indeed a problem with me...... That ghost just now could alter a person's memory, forcefully inserting a non-existent person into my mind, making me not feel any abnormality at all, even with this eye of mine, I couldn't detect anything amiss."

"If it weren't for Liu Xiaoyu's reminder, I would probably still be living with that ghost at home."

He lifted his head to look at the mirror in front of him.

The eye on Yang Jian's face had disappeared, and he had temporarily returned to normal.

"Hey, Yang Jian, if you can hear me, please respond. I'm Liu Xiaoyu." Suddenly, the satellite phone by the sink rang.

The call had not been disconnected from before.

"It's me," Yang Jian said as he picked up the phone.

"What happened there?" Liu Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Jian said, "Your guess was right. My father indeed died in a car accident when I was in elementary school. The thing in the house just now wasn't a person... it was a ghost."

"Did you escape?"

"Yes." Yang Jian wiped the water from his face. At that moment, he suddenly noticed a piece of red paper stuck to the back of his hand.

This was... a fragment from the newspaper earlier.

"That's good. Can you tell me about the ghost's general situation?" Liu Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Jian said, "The ghost can alter a person's memory. Its movement patterns and methods of killing are unclear, but I was almost suffocated to death when my face was wrapped in a blood-soaked newspaper. That's all I know for now."

"Got it." Liu Xiaoyu quickly took notes.

"Since my father is a ghost, what about my mother? Where is she, and when did this ghost appear? You should be able to check the surveillance in the area, right?" Yang Jian asked.

Liu Xiaoyu said, "I can check for you, but you need to cooperate with us in the future."

"What kind of work?" Yang Jian asked.

"Just some simple information gathering. You must report immediately if you discover any powerful ghosts," Liu Xiaoyu said.

"What's in it for me?" Yang Jian asked.

Liu Xiaoyu said, "We can provide a certain level of care for your family and a generous monthly salary. However, since you haven't joined the Ghost Tamer department, you won't have a salary for now, but I can help your mother get a more stable job."

"Without a salary, you want me to work for you? I looked at that website. The reward for solving a powerful ghost incident is at least in the millions of dollars. After becoming a Ghost Tamer, I won't live long. If there's no substantial benefit, I refuse to work for you," Yang Jian said very seriously.

Liu Xiaoyu on the other end of the phone was somewhat angry: "The high rewards abroad are because the Ghost Tamers there are mostly mercenaries, working based on the rewards. Therefore, the spread of supernatural incidents abroad is much higher than in our country. You should be well aware of this in Dachang City. Apart from the supernatural incidents you've encountered, there are very few large-scale ghost killings."

"This is thanks to the hard work of our country's Ghost Tamers. If everyone thought like you, what peace would the country have?"

"Let's not talk about this now. I have some other matters to deal with. I'll contact you later." Yang Jian didn't continue the conversation and hung up the phone.

"Beep..." Liu Xiaoyu heard the phone disconnect and was furious.

Yang Jian didn't hang up as an excuse; he needed to deal with the red paper stuck to his hand.

He tore off the palm-sized red paper, preparing to throw it away.

This thing was something the ghost had been holding, exuding a strange and evil aura. Keeping it on him was probably not a good idea.

However, just as he tore off the red paper,

The skin where it was stuck immediately split open with a sharp pain.

A red eye reappeared.

At the same time, he felt an unusual crawling sensation all over his body.

The eyes inside his body began to become restless, seemingly awakened from their slumber due to the use of their power.

"Could it be..."

Yang Jian looked at the red paper in his hand, not choosing to throw it away but instead sticking it back on his hand, covering the eye.

The red eye immediately closed, and the unusual crawling sensation in his body disappeared.

It seemed everything had returned to normal.

"Indeed, this red paper can suppress the power of this eye, though not completely... but it can slow down the eye's recovery." Yang Jian was pleasantly surprised by this discovery.

He then remembered the phrase: Only a ghost can deal with a ghost.

If the eyes in his body are considered ghosts, then the red newspaper is also a ghost.

The powers of the two ghosts clash, each restraining the other.

Perhaps this is the key to survival.

No, that's not right.

Yang Jian then frowned: "If this guess is correct, why didn't the eye get suppressed when I was bitten by the ghost infant in the school building? Instead, it recovered faster due to the stimulation?"

The red newspaper... the ghost infant.

What is the difference between these two?

After some thought,

Yang Jian felt this question could be left for later. Since the red newspaper can suppress the six eyes in his body, he must take the risk to retrieve it.

Because it's his chance to survive.

"I have to go home again."

Yang Jian's gaze was serious as he took a deep breath and walked out of the restroom, preparing to take the risk to go home.

However, just as he stepped out of the restroom, four or five young men, looking like troublemakers, walked towards him.

"Brother, going to the restroom? Don't leave, meeting is a kind of fate. How about we talk about something?" One of the young men's eyes lit up as he walked over and put his hand on Yang Jian's shoulder.

"What's up?" Yang Jian asked, glancing at him.

"Just getting to know each other. I'm Ah Fei. What's your name, brother?" The young man introduced himself as Ah Fei.

"Yang Jian."

Ah Fei smiled and said, "Then we're friends. As friends, you should help when one is in trouble, right? I'm a bit short on cash today. Can you lend me some money, Yang Jian? Don't worry, I'll pay you back tomorrow. I won't owe you a penny."

Yang Jian tilted his head and looked at him. "Lend money? I think you're trying to rob or extort me. But if you're going to rob or extort, can't you choose a more normal person? I'm not feeling well lately. It's best for you to stay away from me. I'm afraid I might lose control and commit a crime."

"You're pretty cocky, kid. Ah Fei is doing you a favor by asking for a loan. Don't be ungrateful. If you want to die, just say so, and I'll grant your wish."

A young man with a small knife pressed it against Yang Jian's face.

"Brother, don't do this. If something happens, it won't be good. Let me go, and we'll pretend this never happened, okay?" Yang Jian said.

"Not okay. You won't leave without giving me the money." The young man with the knife laughed.

"Brother, even if I borrow it from you, I'll pay you back next time. Don't be so harsh, okay?" Ah Fei mocked.

Yang Jian said, "Since you put it that way, I have no choice. The money is in my pocket. You can take it yourself."

"You're smart."

The young man with the knife got excited and reached into the pocket to take the money.

However, as soon as his hand went in, he felt something cold and glass-like.

He instinctively pulled it out.

But then he realized his hand was covered in blood, and he was holding a red eye. The red eye was slightly moving, looking at him with a strange gaze.

"Ahhh!"

The young man with the knife screamed, his face pale, and he backed away.

However, as he backed away,

Everything around him had turned a bloody red.

The residential buildings, streetlights, the moon in the sky, and even the ground... everything seemed to be enveloped in a red glow.

"Since we're friends, it shouldn't be a problem for you to help me test the Ghost Domain, right?" Yang Jian slowly walked out of the restroom.

Ah Fei's eyes widened.

He walked out of the restroom, and who was the person he had his arm around?

At that moment, he didn't dare to look back, only feeling the cold body of the person on his arm... like a corpse.

"Ghost, ghost!"

Ah Fei's face turned pale, and he turned and ran, fleeing from the restroom. The other troublemakers also turned and ran in fear.

Yang Jian looked at his hand.

Where the red paper was stuck, the outline of an eye appeared, but it was quickly pressed down again. The eye then reappeared, seemingly in a struggle.

"Growing six eyes allows me to use the Ghost Domain, but with one eye covered by the red paper, five eyes are enough to use the Ghost Domain, and the ghost's revival is stopped."

He felt the pain of five places splitting open on his body.

Five fields of vision entered his mind.

Everything around him was clearly under his control.

"Six eyes are the limit my body can handle, but with five eyes, the situation is much better. There are still side effects, but they are not as obvious." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, roughly understanding his limits.

"If I get the red newspaper and cover all six eyes, does that mean I can use the ghost's power without side effects? I won't have to worry about the consequences of the ghost's revival."

"But before that, I need to master the Ghost Domain."

Yang Jian looked at the fleeing troublemakers. Testing on them was the best option.

Mastering the Ghost Domain is the capital for my next encounter with a powerful ghost. Using the ghost's power once is necessary, not a waste.