After Yang Jian left the headquarters, he no longer traveled to various cities. He felt he had observed enough, and a plan was slowly taking shape deep within his mind.

“Everything began in Dachang City, and everything should also end there.”

With this thought in mind, Yang Jian returned to Dachang City.

However, at this moment.

Outside the Guanjiang Residential Complex in Dachang City, there stood a person. This person seemed to have been there for several days, yet many people entering the complex did not notice him, as if he did not exist at all, or perhaps he existed, but most people couldn’t see him.

It wasn’t until Yang Jian appeared that this strange phenomenon was broken.

Yang Jian also noticed the presence of that person, and he stopped in his tracks in front of the complex gate.

“Since I released you from the Ghost Dream World last time, we haven’t met again. I thought you were afraid I would drag you back into the dream and didn’t dare show up. I didn’t expect you to come this time… Zhang Xiangguang.”

He stared at the person not far away.

The person appeared to be around thirty, gentle and refined, looking like a teacher. It’s hard to associate him with ghost tamers, and even the passersby had no clue about his danger.

However, the older generation in the supernatural circle understood Zhang Xiangguang’s terror.

Yang Jian continued forward: “But your coming here suggests one thing: you’ve found He Yuelian. As expected, you still want to implement the Peach Blossom Fountain Plan, but you didn’t do anything to He Yuelian because you know very well that without my approval, none of your plans will work.”

Zhang Xiangguang smiled slightly: “My plan has already succeeded. The Peach Blossom Fountain is like a seed. When the world turns into a soil of despair, this seed will sprout and bear fruit. My job is to observe and protect this seed from destruction.”

“Yang Jian, after you woke up, you traveled around the country. You should know what this world has become. This isn’t as simple as the revival of a fierce ghost but rather the merging of supernatural and reality. Against such a tide, individual power seems insignificant.”

“This tide buried the entire Republic of China period and will bury the present too. My plan may not be perfect, but it can at least solve most problems. After all, controlling ghost paintings is much easier than fighting the entire supernatural world.”

He had no reservations about his thoughts, even in front of Yang Jian.

People who dare not even speak their dreams have no right to realize them.

Yang Jian said, “I also have a plan. If you’re interested, you might as well listen.”

“Of course,” replied Zhang Xiangguang.

“But this isn’t the place to talk. Follow me.” Yang Jian said no more and walked directly toward the Guanjiang Residential Complex.

Zhang Xiangguang followed closely, keeping a subtle distance as if both were slightly wary of each other.

Yang Jian spoke as he walked: “What you said before was right. The reason supernatural events can’t be resolved isn’t that the current ghost tamers aren’t trying hard enough, but because the merging of the supernatural and reality breeds one terrifying event after another. Even combining all the power in the supernatural circle can’t fight against it.”

“Top ghost tamers from the Republic of China era used various methods to hinder the supernatural from invading reality, maintaining decades or even nearly a century of peace. Until now, this peace was broken. I don’t think our generation is superior to the last.”

“A very clear understanding. Go on,” Zhang Xiangguang nodded slightly.

Compared to last time, Yang Jian is now more mature, calm, and wise, with a clear grasp of the situation and thoughts on the future.

He felt such a conversation was meaningful, unlike jumping into a fight like a reckless youth.

Yang Jian said, “If we choose your plan and retreat into the ghost painting world, it would undoubtedly mean giving up the opportunity to restore peace and extinguishing the hope of ending the supernatural era.”

Then, he stopped and stared intently at Zhang Xiangguang.

“Without the terrifying bed of the supernatural, there’s no way to nurture that hope’s light. Everyone would slowly wait to die in the ghost painting world. Instead of this, it would be better to let supernatural events run amok, with everyone struggling to survive in this world of despair. At least that way, there is still a glimmer of hope for the future.”

“Therefore, your Peach Blossom Fountain plan is inherently wrong.”

“Dying slowly in false peace is better than struggling to survive in a despairing reality. If everyone were to vote, I think at least ninety percent would agree with my plan,” Zhang Xiangguang said.

Yang Jian continued walking and said, “You’re right. Most people would indeed agree with your plan because they are just ordinary people. Of course, they only care about immediate safety and not what the future holds. This world needs someone at the highest point to lead, and you aren’t standing high enough to see the future.”

“If that’s the case, let me see the future in your eyes. If you can convince me, I can assist you in executing your plan,” Zhang Xiangguang replied calmly.

“You will see soon enough,” Yang Jian said, continuing to walk.

Soon.

The two of them arrived at the back of the Guanjiang Residential Complex, in front of a standalone house.

“This used to be an ancient house from the Republic of China period, later refurbished,” Yang Jian said as he walked in, ignoring the front door.

Zhang Xiangguang followed closely.

In the yard, there were nine coffins, seven red and two black. In three of the red coffins lay Yang Jian’s three teammates, unable to leave the ghost coffins. They’ll likely be in them for a long time.

“Captain, is that you?” Li Yang’s voice came from inside a coffin.

“It’s me,” Yang Jian replied.

“Captain, there’s someone unfamiliar behind you. Who is it?” Li Yang asked seriously.

Yang Jian said, “Zhang Xiangguang.”

“No way, Captain, you brought such a dangerous person here.”

Huang Ziya’s voice emerged, sounding shocked. Though she hadn’t met Zhang Xiangguang, she knew about him from talking with Li Yang.

“In the current supernatural circle, there’s no one more dangerous than me. You all stay quietly here; I’m going up to the second floor,” Yang Jian said.

Zhang Xiangguang glanced at those ghost coffins and laughed, “Have you robbed a coffin shop? You actually moved all these ghost coffins here. You are still as reckless as ever.”

“Just making full use of them. These coffins are wasted sitting in the coffin shop,” Yang Jian said casually.

Yang Jian led Zhang Xiangguang to the second floor.

There were three rooms on the second floor, two of which were in use, but the third room was in a sealed state and had never been opened.

Yang Jian placed his hand on the door of the third room.

As the supernatural erosion set in, the disguise on the door quickly vanished, revealing its true form.

It turned out to be a door made of gold.

“I guess Luo Wensong didn’t tell you such important information. There’s a point of connection between reality and the supernatural world, and that point is this third door,” Yang Jian said.

“You’re wrong, I know this information,” Zhang Xiangguang said. “But I never came looking for this third door because, in my view, its existence isn’t important. It’s good keeping it sealed; at least it stops malevolent ghosts from coming out.”

Yang Jian calmly said, “That’s why I said before, you don’t see far enough. I’ve been searching for a way to prevent the supernatural era from arriving. Until I lit the soul summoning incense and talked to Luo Wensong, I learned about this door’s existence and had a lead. Now it’s time to verify if my method is feasible.”

“So your purpose in calling me here is to witness?” Zhang Xiangguang asked.

“Not just to witness, but also as a precaution. If I fail, you who know the plan must continue down my path,” Yang Jian said.

“Are you so sure?” Zhang Xiangguang’s eyes flickered.

Yang Jian replied, “Of course.”

Then, he raised his hand and punched the golden door hard.

The powerful force caused the door to dent inward, and the entire building seemed to shake along with it.

Yang Jian didn’t hesitate at all; he was determined to open the third door today.

Another punch came down.

The thick golden door dented again, and small gaps gradually appeared.

“Yang Jian, are you demolishing the house?”

At this time, Wang Shanshan came out from the neighboring room, her face pale. She stood in the hallway looking at Yang Jian, as such a commotion was impossible for her to pretend not to hear.

“I’m opening the door; it’ll be over soon,” Yang Jian said.

“There’s been some strange noises coming from behind this door frequently, and they’re becoming more evident lately. I’ve been listening in the neighboring room these past days; be careful when you open the door,” Wang Shanshan reminded coldly.

Yang Jian replied, “I know, that’s the ghost trying to come through this door into reality. But the door is sturdy, and the ghost’s supernatural power can’t affect the gold. They can’t come out easily, only causing some harmless noises.”

“And you’re still going to open it?” Wang Shanshan was a bit puzzled.

“If I don’t open it, the ghost can appear in reality through other paths. That’s why there are endless supernatural events outside. I need to solve this problem and must start with this door,” Yang Jian said.

Wang Shanshan nodded and slowly stepped aside. Meanwhile, a cold, eerie child quietly appeared beside her. The child was pale, wearing mourning clothes, stepping on embroidered shoes, and tilting his head, staring at Zhang Xiangguang with slightly red eyes, as if looking at a tasty meal.

“This little thing isn’t a ghost, nor a ghost master… some kind of supernatural creation, and quite resembles you, Yang Jian. Is it your ghost slave? No, not quite, even more special than a ghost slave,” Zhang Xiangguang also stared at the ghost child, studying it intently.

“Bang!”

More loud bangs followed.

Yang Jian smashed the door open by force.

The heavy door fell with a crash.

The room inside was pitch black, and then this darkness spread outward like a thick fog, cold and unsettling, as if it wanted to devour everything around.

Yang Jian remained emotionless; he merely took a step forward.

The darkness immediately retreated, and all the terrifying supernatural phenomena came to an abrupt end.

It was as if Yang Jian was an insurmountable door, capable of blocking any supernatural approach.

“Let’s go.”

Yang Jian called out, then directly walked into the dark room.

Zhang Xiangguang smiled faintly, withdrew his gaze, no longer researching the ghost child, and immediately followed Yang Jian into the room.

As soon as Zhang Xiangguang approached the darkness, his body rapidly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, only leaving behind the sound of his footsteps.

Once the two went inside, they quickly vanished.

Strangely, as the two entered,

the darkness in the third room began to gradually dissipate, and the situation inside became somewhat visible.

In that room, there seemed to be nothing but a peculiar path, widening continuously from outside to inside, extending all the way into the depths of the darkness.

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