Mysterious Awakening

Inside the Ping’an Hotel.

Before he knew it, Yang Jian had fallen asleep on the sofa. Although his body allowed him to go long periods without eating, drinking, or sleeping, he was still extremely tired mentally after the encounter with the Ghost Envoy at the training base. That constant nerve-wracking tension, like walking on a tightrope every moment, was more exhausting than anything.

It was already impressive that Yang Jian had held on for so long.

After all, the mental state of most ghost manipulators is often in a pretty bad place.

If they suffer from fear, panic, leading to insomnia, loss of appetite, paranoia, and a host of other symptoms, that would indicate that the ghost manipulator’s mental state was edging towards collapse.

Being able to eat and sleep normally indicates that a person’s mental state is not problematic.

However, when Yang Jian first became a ghost manipulator, his mental state was indeed very poor. But now, as the ghost inside him gradually came under control, whether through growing from his experiences, he had seen significant improvement in his own problems.

Yet, that was about all.

He was still being subtly influenced by the ghost within him, gradually losing some emotions, even those of a normal person.

Down on the lower floors.

This was the room of the ghost manipulator, Zhang Hui.

Having witnessed the incomprehensible paranormal events at the training base with Yang Jian and the others, he got a taste of insolvable supernatural incidents that cast a terrifying shadow over his heart. He used to think that paranormal events, at worst, posed a threat to ordinary people, but not to ghost manipulators. At worst, if they couldn’t handle it, they could escape. Thus, he was fairly confident and composed.

But the Ghost Envoy incident taught him a harsh lesson.

This kind of inescapable terror, this unassailable existence that offered no weakness, demolished his courage.

So there were such supernatural occurrences in the world where ghost manipulators felt weak and helpless.

Even though he survived, every time he recalled what had happened, he would wake up from his confusion, and had experienced insomnia many times already.

"Can’t sleep again, damn it." Zhang Hui abruptly opened his eyes, his face covered in cold sweat,

As soon as he closed his eyes, trying to sleep, it felt like he was back in that dark place, isolated and helpless, surrounded by fearsome ghosts possibly lurking at any moment. Sometimes, he felt the ghost was right beside him, never truly gone.

The room was bright with light, but he didn’t feel a trace of safety.

"At this rate, I will go insane eventually." Zhang Hui knew in his heart that he was experiencing psychological issues.

He had occasionally accessed some documents from headquarters and knew that many former ghost manipulators had developed psychological issues, gone mad, or taken extreme steps, including suicide.

Such cases of failure, however, were not highlighted; most files were simply archived.

Just like with this incident at the training base.

The deceased ghost manipulators would only become a number in the archives, not remembered by anyone.

"Who’s there, who is it?"

Suddenly, as Zhang Hui was about to try to sleep again, he caught something out of the corner of his eye and suddenly saw a shadowy figure reflected on the floor outside his room door, as if someone was standing there.

There was no movement from the shadow outside, and no one responded to him.

Zhang Hui immediately frowned, got up from bed and left the room.

But when he came out to the living room, he found no one, not even a trace that the door had been opened.

Zhang Hui turned back to look at the light reflected into the room.

Had the shadow disappeared?

"Impossible, I clearly saw a shadow on the ground just now, I definitely wasn’t mistaken," he said, startled with cold sweat on his back.

He scanned the surroundings once again.

The spacious and bright living room was eerily quiet. Having just left the training base, Zhang Hui suddenly felt that something was not right.

He didn’t know if it was his tense state of mind that was mistaken, or if there had indeed been something wrong in the room just now.

Or perhaps some ghost manipulator was secretly watching him...

"I should change where I’m staying first," Zhang Hui thought. Regardless of whether there was anything abnormal here, he quickly packed his things and hurriedly left the living quarters.

This place was once haunted, with someone previously dying here due to the resurgence of a malicious ghost. Perhaps some supernatural occurrences had been overlooked. Moreover, since this was a hotel where ghost manipulators stayed, it was bound to be somewhat unusual.

Already psychologically shadowed, he was now exceptionally sensitive and even a bit superstitious.

Soon, Zhang Hui fled from Ping’an Hotel as if escaping from disaster. He no longer dared to stay here, only feeling a trace of safety in the hustle and bustle of the city.

The others didn’t know about Zhang Hui’s departure.

They wouldn’t care about a ghost controller’s temporary exit, especially when there were more important issues to address.

The Ghost Coffin incident was far from over.

Although it was good news that Yang Jian and the others had left alive, as long as the source of the paranormal remained, terrifying events would continue to occur.

"Ding Ding!"

A sudden ring from a phone broke the silence.

In Yang Jian’s room, a satellite-positioned phone on the coffee table in front of the sofa began to chime.

Yang Jian, deep in sleep, was jolted awake by the ringing, almost instantly regaining consciousness. He opened his eyes wide, and even his ghost eyes were revealed, shrouded in a faint red glow.

It was an exaggerated subconscious reaction.

Just like a professional boxer instinctively throwing a counter-punch, Yang Jian as a ghost controller had also gradually developed this instinctive physical response.

"How long was I asleep?"

Yang Jian assessed his condition and the red light around his body gradually extinguished. He glanced at the satellite phone emitting the sound beside him.

It indicated an operator was trying to connect.

"Is Liu Xiaoyu looking for me?" His gaze shifted slightly, and without getting up, he lazily reached for the phone and answered the call.

"It’s me, Yang Jian."

Liu Xiaoyu’s voice immediately came through the phone sounding anxious, "Yang Jian, something’s happened."

"What happened?" asked Yang Jian, his eyes narrowing slightly at her words.

"The Ghost Envoy’s containment failed, Professor Wang’s operation has been hindered, and they were attacked by a paranormal force."

Liu Xiaoyu quickly and succinctly briefed him on the events that had transpired while he had been asleep.

Yang Jian said, "Failures in dealing with paranormal incidents happen all the time, that’s nothing new. With over a dozen top ghost controllers protecting Professor Wang, even if they can’t handle it, they can still leave. Why are you contacting me?"

He wasn’t worried about their safety.

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These people were not like the ones from the training base; they had gone prepared, knowing the habits of the ghost in advance. Plus, he had successfully altered memories, reducing the Terror Level of the ghost by at least one notch. Even rookie ghost controllers wouldn’t be in mortal danger.

Of course, there were risks involved in forcefully containing the Ghost Envoy.

"You’re right, Professor Wang indeed could have left, but he changed his mind at the last moment," Liu Xiaoyu continued.

"Professor Wang’s original plan was to have the evil spirit return to the Ghost Coffin, thereby restoring the previous situation. Although it was successful, the Ghost Coffin was not secured in time, and then it mutated, allowing the ghost to come out again quickly," she explained.

"..." Hearing this, Yang Jian was briefly taken aback.

Mutation?

This word made him feel that Wang Xiaoming had been unlucky lately. Indeed, after the Ghost Coffin came into contact with the ghost again, it was possible for some unexpected outcome to occur. But he hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly.

However, he wasn’t surprised. Hadn’t there been mutations when he dealt with the Hungry Ghost? The Hungry Ghost kept evolving, changing its patterns at each stage.

As the Ghost Coffin was defined as an S-grade supernatural event, it naturally might undergo mutations as well.

"Why did he refuse to leave?" Yang Jian asked.

"Because Professor Wang insisted on taking the Ghost Coffin with him. He believed that the Ghost Coffin should not be in contact with the ghost for long, as it could lead to irreversible and terrible consequences. Moreover, Professor Wang thought that even if it meant sacrificing a few top ghost controllers, it would be worth it to remove the Ghost Coffin," Liu Xiaoyu replied.

"Would anyone agree to that? Just tie him up and take him away," Yang Jian said. "After all, he’s just an ordinary person."

"But Li Jun and Feng Quan agreed," Liu Xiaoyu said.

"What? Feng Quan was involved too?" Yang Jian was surprised.

He hadn’t been privy to the specific details of the headquarters meeting earlier and didn’t expect Feng Quan to be involved in the Ghost Envoy event as well.

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