The struggle between Ye Zhen and Wang Chaling was at a stalemate.
The former wanted to keep fighting, while the latter wanted to more or less call it quits, unwilling to risk his life. However, things werenât up to Wang Chalingâif Ye Zhen didnât retreat, he had no choice but to keep going with him.
At this moment, Yang Jian was merely an ordinary onlooker, a bystander.
He sat in a food stall, sipping on cola and eating seafood and skewers, as if he hadnât seen their conflict at all.
He even felt like taking a leisurely stroll in Dadong City.
However, the direction of his stroll was somewhat peculiar, and before long, he found himself on an old road, sparsely populated, with dim streetlights and lush, ancient trees lining either side, exuding a sense of the passage of time.
And beside such an old road stood an old mansion from the Republic of China Period.
The mansion was dim, its iron gate tightly shut, long uninhabited, seemingly abandoned for a while.
Yet, the abandoned mansion was not dilapidated; though old, the structure was quite intact, with undamaged walls and a roof with no leaks. With a bit of cleaning and painting, it could even be habitable.
However, the mansion was somewhat eerie, and even if people passed by, they would only glance at it briefly and dare not venture in.
But to Yang Jian, it went completely ignored.
He slurped the cola in his hand and walked toward the mansion, and the iron gate before him swung open with a bang.
âSince Iâm idle anyway, might as well take a stroll inside.â
Yang Jian walked in alone, wanting to see if the pendulum clock inside the mansion was still there.
As soon as he stepped into the vicinity of the mansion, some eerie changes began to occur.
In the yard, which had been empty, there suddenly appeared many coffinsâsome very old and peeling, while others were relatively new, showing no signs of wear.
These coffins held no abnormalities; inside lay normal corpses.
âThere are many ghosts in the mansion, trapped at different time points by the pendulum clock. So, while the mansion appears calm, it carries a certain danger, and itâs best to avoid entering through the main gate to avoid getting caught in the pendulum clock curse.â
Yang Jian jumped in through a window.
The hall of the mansion was spacious and dry. Though covered in dust, it wasnât damp. However, a chilly aura lingered in the air, persistent and unshakeable.
But as soon as he stepped in, he saw a peculiar figure standing in the middle of the hall.
It was a middle-aged man, expressionless and numb, like a corpse.
âThis is Wang Chalingâs father, Wang Lu.â
Yang Jian squinted slightly, recognizing the man; no, he was no longer a man but a fierce ghost.
âWang Chaling has been meticulous, even placing his father inside the mansion as a constant guard. Is he afraid someone will target the pendulum clock, or is he worried about someone else occupying this place, so he put a ghost here to warn others?â he speculated.
âWait, so with his father placed here, does it mean only his grandpa, grandma, and mother are fighting with Ye Zhen?â
âIn that case, even with Ye Zhen facing off against three ghosts alone, he still canât win, and Wang Chaling doesnât even need to use all his ghosts.â
âThe gap between them is quite significant,â Yang Jian observed.
âTherefore, to deal with Wang Chaling, you canât fight the ghosts beside him head-on. Once his grandparents appear, which ghost-wielder in the paranormal circle dares say theyâll win? The only option is to bypass those two ghosts and target Wang Chaling himself.â
Then, Yang Jian finished his cola and tossed the can at the fierce ghost before him.
Bang!
The can hit the ghostâs head and bounced aside.
The ghost seemed to react, twisting its neck to look at Yang Jian, but did nothing.
âStill not planning to attack me?â Yang Jian, seeing this, ignored the ghost and walked deeper into the mansion.
He had some of Chen Qiaoyangâs memories and knew the layout of the mansion.
He even knew the location of the pendulum clock.
But though he knew the correct location, he didnât know the correct time.
Soon.
He arrived at a place in the mansion.
It wasnât a hidden place, just a corner of the corridor.
Yang Jian stopped, staring at the wall.
Even though the wall was bare, he knew the real pendulum clock was at this spot, just not at this current point in time, but existing in the past.
However, once the pendulum clock restarts, it can only run for half an hour, and its effect is limited to within the mansion.
But to find it, Yang Jian must also restart, though the time is uncertain; it might take a minute, ten minutes, or half an hourâŠbecause he didnât know which time point the clock was hidden, requiring constant trial and error. âI can do a range restart by activating the Eight Layer Ghost Domain, but the first time I activated the Eight Layer Ghost Domain, I borrowed an old corpse to suppress the ghost eye and could restart for nearly half an hour. The second time at the Caesar Hotel, it only lasted a few minutes. In my current state, obtaining the pendulum clock is challenging.â
âThe cost is too high, not worth it.â
Yang Jian thought for a moment, shook his head slightly.
He could take it, but the cost was too high, and taking it now for no good reason would be temporarily useless.
However, water stains began to seep beneath his feet.
He wanted to leave the Ghost Lakeâs supernatural presence at this right spot, making it convenient to appear here at any time in the future, avoiding the need to run to Dadong City, alerting Wang Chaling and arousing suspicion.
After all, if Wang Chaling really wanted to stop it, it would still be quite troublesome.
After leaving wet footprints, Yang Jian didnât linger and turned to leave.
But as soon as he turned around, he saw a strange middle-aged man standing in the hallway not far away, looking this way with a numb expression, watching everything unfold.
âWang Lu, how many years have you been dead? Now your son canât even hold onto this old house. Why not leave it to me? Let me help him guard it, so he doesnât ruin it and make a mess of things, forcing someone to clean up after him.â
Yang Jian said expressionlessly.
âYou surely understood the meaning of âa treasure is a crimeâ when you were alive.â
The long-dead Wang Lu, now transformed into a vengeful spirit lingering in the old house, didnât respond to Yang Jianâs words. However, after Yang Jian finished speaking, he no longer stood there and slowly walked away in another direction.
It seemed it understood what Yang Jian said.
Or maybe this ghost retained a little consciousness from its life?
Yang Jian didnât dwell on this issue and walked out of the old house.
He checked the time.
It was already ten oâclock.
The old house behind him reached the time for another reset, and the ticking of a pendulum clock echoed in the empty, old building.
Yang Jian, unconcerned, just glanced slightly at the distant Ningâan Building; âIâve finished my walk, yet theyâre not done fighting? If this drags on, I wonât get to sleep tonight, and I have a ton of things to handle tomorrow.â
âNever mind, I should probably hurry them along. It should be about time now.â
He noticed that the top floor of Ningâan Building was still in darkness and knew that the supernatural duel wasnât over yet, with Ye Zhen still at a disadvantage.
His grand display of brilliance still hadnât appeared.
After some thought, the ghost eye on his forehead opened, and a beam of red light shone towards the distant building.
In the next moment.
He disappeared from where he stood.
Meanwhile.
In the dim, cold, blood and stench-filled upper floors of Ningâan Building.
Ye Zhen held a bent and deformed longsword, his hands bloody and battered, covered in blood, and let out a sigh of resignation: âThis battle, I, Ye, have lost. Wang Chaling, you win. In the supernatural world, Iâm willing to call you second, only beneath Yang Wudi.â
He finally admitted defeat.
The two black-and-white vengeful spirits before him were like insurmountable abysses, even he couldnât contend with them.
In Ye Zhenâs words, he fought to madness, pushed to the limit, but still couldnât deal with these two spirits.
Wang Chaling, although not taking action, was also drenched in cold sweat. He clearly saw how desperately Ye Zhen fought, and the more he fought, the harder it was for his grandparents to handle this guy. Towards the end, Ye Zhen became harder to kill.
Even the last time, he felt his heart pounding, fearing this Ye Zhenâs vengeful spirit revival might surpass the terror of the ghostly forms of his grandparents.
But, fortunately, he finally chose to stop.
âStrictly speaking, itâs not me who won against you, itâs my grandparents who defeated you. They were ghost tamers during the Republic of China Period, lived a long time, ventured far on the road of taming vengeful spirits, and now in death, theyâre even more terrifying. The fact you could stand against them two to one is already remarkable. Any further, and in the supernatural realm, thereâs truly no one who could be your opponent.â
Wang Chaling said.
However, he had a different thought in his heart.
If ever Ye Zhen truly had the moment to triumph over his grandparents, he wouldnât hesitate to pull out the Coffin Nail and pin Ye Zhen down, never allowing such a significant threat to exist.
Fortunately, this did not happen.
âThereâs no need to explain so much. Losing is losing. I, Ye, am not someone who canât accept defeat.â
Ye Zhen then laughed heartily: âBut this battle today has taught me much. Iâve seen a new path. After some cultivation, I will surely rise again and sweep away all foes.â
He was full of confidence, and it wasnât just boastful talk.
He truly learned a lot while battling an invincible vengeful spirit.
âWe havenât become enemies yet,â Wang Chaling said.
âYou have the strength to become a formidable enemy; thatâs enough.â
Ye Zhen said: âIâm heading back to Dahai City. Todayâs lesson, I, Ye, will forever remember.â
With that, he turned and left.
Walking away decisively, without a hint of hesitation.
âThis madmanâŠâ
Wang Chaling finally breathed a sigh of relief. His whole body was so tense he almost collapsed, the cold sweat never stopped flowing.
He glanced at his grandparents by his side.
The terrifying vengeful spirits still bore traces of cracks on their bodies. Although these cracks were slowly disappearing, thick, blackened blood continued to flow down.
Luckily, ghosts canât be killed.
Sustaining some damage isnât a big deal; they will recover soon enough.
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