Mysterious Awakening-Chapter 550: The Person on the Shoulder

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Chapter 550: The Person on the Shoulder

Chapter 550 -547: The Person on the Shoulder

To be honest, Yang Jian was not particularly keen on meeting He Tianxiong, and if possible, this guy would have been instantly sent by Yang Jian into the fifth level of the Ghost Domain to vanish from this world, just like Zhang Jian.

There could be no allowance for him to speak.

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However, this dazzling villa presented a slight obstacle, preventing Yang Jian from finding He Tianxiong immediately.

"This guy has harnessed two ghosts, which are much higher in rank than Zhang Jian’s, and even though the ghosts are not in a crashed state, they can still cause me some trouble,” Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly, settling on He Tianxiong’s shoulders.

He Tianxiong’s shoulders dipped slightly, as if pressed down by something.

Ordinary eyes couldn’t see the hidden ghosts, but his Ghost Eye could see them very clearly.

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They were a pair of dry, skeletal feet without shoes, covered in livor mortis spots, which were now stepping on He Tianxiong’s shoulders, one foot on each side, as though using him as a stepping stone, or as if He Tianxiong had no choice but to support this ghost with his body to prevent its feet from touching the ground.

Looking up slightly, above the livor mortis-covered feet was a half body wearing black cloth trousers, not in the style of this era, but rather like an old-fashioned style from decades ago; the somewhat loose trousers swaying slightly, as if the corpse on He Tianxiong’s shoulders was not stable.

However, no matter how He Tianxiong moved, there was no chance the corpse would fall off.

His gaze flicked back to the waist of the ghost and stopped there, Yang Jian didn’t continue looking because he knew that if he looked up any further, he might be immediately killed by the ghost.

According to the intelligence from President Fei.

He Tianxiong, codenamed Ghost Stomper.

The rule for murdering was, you must not look up.

If the ghost caught you looking up at it, then it would immediately step off He Tianxiong’s shoulders and kill you, and it didn’t matter whether you actually saw the ghost or not, merely making the motion was enough.

It could be said that the level of danger was extremely high.

Because the one to act was not He Tianxiong, but the ghost within his body, which made him a very special ghost controller.

"So he’s standing on the third floor to satisfy the ghost’s condition to kill, with the intention of tempting me to look up, just so that the ghost on his body becomes aware of me,” Yang Jian thought to himself, but he did not look up; although standing on the first floor, his Ghost Eye continued moving, staring intently at He Tianxiong.

He knew from the information he had seen earlier that his Ghost Eye had some constraints on it.

If it wasn’t for that piece of information, Yang Jian might have been facing the possibility of being killed by He Tianxiong’s ghost by now.

"This Yang Jian didn’t look up,” He Tianxiong’s expression shifted slightly, “How is this possible?”

According to normal human habits, anyone on the third floor would subconsciously look up, and then his ghost would step down from his shoulder to kill Yang Jian, but this Yang Jian was staring with his forehead.

On that forehead, a bizarre red eye was fixed on him, like a ghost peering into his soul.

"This fellow must be doing it on purpose, avoiding looking up,” He Tianxiong thought, and with this realization, his heart sank even deeper. “There must be a leak in my network of friends.”

After all, he was different from other ghost controllers, as he couldn’t fully control the ghost within his body. He could only choose the right time to let the ghost out to kill, but he couldn’t select the target for the ghost.

If Yang Jian never raised his head and caught the attention of his ghost, even as a ghost controller, he wouldn’t be able to make his ghost leave his shoulder. At most, he could prevent the ghost from killing.

But what He Tianxiong needed most now was for the ghost to kill Yang Jian for him.

A brief ten seconds of scrutiny allowed them to form a rough guess and a clear judgment of each other’s intentions.

Yang Jian had the upper hand.

"Stop this, we don’t have any deep-rooted hatred. There’s no point in fighting; I heard there was an oil painting murder in the city today. Likely a sign of the Ghost Painting. As one of the responsible parties, you would be involved, right? In the face of such an important matter, there’s no need for you to waste time on me.”

Immediately, cold sweat broke out on He Tianxiong’s forehead, and his shoulders felt heavier than usual. He began to persuade, “If you’re willing to back down, I can agree to any conditions you have, as long as they’re not excessive.”

Yang Jian’s ghostly gaze shifted, but he did not speak.

He was thinking, thinking about how to kill this He Tianxiong in a way that would have the least consequence.

"No deep-rooted hatred? I’ve heard that your friend circle is planning to take me down, that you’ve finalized the plan and are about to execute it soon.”

Yang Jian said, “You must be one of the executors of this plan, so today I came to have a look. If possible, I’d like to make the first move and kill a few of your key members. Before you, President Fei and Zhang Jian have already met their end, now it’s your turn.”

Hearing this, He Tianxiong’s expression turned stern.

Although he knew there was a leak within the friend circle, he hadn’t expected that even such a secretive plan was known to Yang Jian, and that he was seriously killing his way through.

"Indeed, your information is accurate. I have nothing to explain about this. It’s a matter of stance, not of enmity. The decisions of the friend circle are not made by me alone, but are voted on by a board of directors. However, this plan has not yet been executed, and there is no need for us to be at each other’s throats just yet. There is still room for negotiation.”

Being stared at by that eye, He Tianxiong felt uncomfortable all over. He took a few steps trying to avoid that eerie gaze, but inside he was already filled with trepidation.

"I have a plan that benefits us both. Let’s shake hands and make peace today. I won’t participate in any plans against you from the friend circle. We live and let live. As a personal compensation to you, I will give you this villa, and I can guarantee that I will never seek revenge against you in the future.”

"How about it? For people like us, nothing is more important than living, and you should know that I’m sincere.”

These words were the result of serious thought. Firstly, people were already coming to his door, and if he didn’t show some humility, he would have to fight this brute to the end, which wasn’t worth it. Secondly, Yang Jian already knew he lived here, so he couldn’t stay in this house anymore, to avoid being slaughtered whenever Yang Jian felt like it.

They say Yang Jian holds grudges; Wang Xiaoming’s brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, was killed by him in Dachang City.

Moreover, as long as he survives tonight, he can lay low and let Fang Shiming handle the rest, sitting back and watching the outcome. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Yet Yang Jian responded, “Zhang Jian said something similar to you. These are just cowardly words when the moment of truth arrives. Moreover, your sincerity now doesn’t mean you’ll always be sincere. We can negotiate, if within five minutes you haven’t been killed by me, then I’ll believe in your sincerity. After all, if someone slaps me, I can’t just suffer in silence, can I?”

Hearing this, He Tianxiong’s brow furrowed slightly.

The tone was excessive, but… he understood the meaning behind Yang Jian’s words.

If killing me was easy, he would have taken the chance to do it on the way here today. If it wasn’t, he would be willing to resolve things peacefully.

"Are your words true? Can it be settled within five minutes?” He Tianxiong voiced his doubt.

If that were the case, it would mean that Yang Jian didn’t plan to fight to the death and would hold back, which would give him a chance.

"Do you think I’m standing here wasting words just to deceive you?” Yang Jian said, “If you want to live, you need skill. Those without it who still think about harming others deserve to die if they do.”

"A person like you indeed has the right to say such words.” At that moment, He Tianxiong no longer saw Yang Jian as a young fool.

This guy was dangerously frightening.

"Let’s begin,” said Yang Jian, his head not lifted as he spoke in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, He Tianxiong’s face dramatically changed, and he turned to run. His quick reflexes belied the fact that he was someone with a ghost perched on his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the corridor on the third floor, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut, and then silence filled the house.

He had slipped away.

And he did it quickly.

Yang Jian still stood in his place, making no move, only the ghost eye on his forehead watched in the direction where He Tianxiong had disappeared.

"I can’t let the ghost on his shoulder come down. Otherwise, even if I kill him later, it’ll get troublesome. A ghost without a necromancer to control it isn’t easy to deal with. But I don’t have information on his other ghost; I need to pay attention to that.”

He looked down at the time: “If I can’t easily handle He Tianxiong within five minutes, I might have to consider temporarily letting him go. After all, there’s Fang Shiming behind him, that guy suspected to possess the Ghost Scissors. I can’t afford to go all out here and reveal my trump card too soon.”

He Tianxiong commanded two ghosts, and one of them on him was of a unique kind. Such people are a bit troublesome to kill.

Of course, if Yang Jian was determined to kill him, he could do it, since he had the immortal Eight-Tone Music Box and the Ghost Candle with him. If he kept fighting, he would definitely not die in the end, but this He Tianxiong would surely be doomed.

"Well, let’s see how long you can hold out.” Yang Jian thought to himself, his expression growing more solemn.

He didn’t take the situation lightly, even when facing Zhang Jian. He had cautiously activated three layers of the Ghost Domain for self-protection, and in the end, he used five layers of the Ghost Domain to get rid of him, going all out to ensure nothing would go wrong.

The next moment.

Yang Jian moved; with one step forward, he vanished from the first floor and immediately appeared on the third floor.

The surrounding lights flickered as if they were being interfered with—what had been a well-lit villa instantly became dim, and even the temperature around seemed to drop, creating an indiscernibly gloomy atmosphere.

Click!

The firmly locked door was effortlessly opened without a hint of resistance.

Yang Jian walked into the room, his figure gradually swallowed by the darkness within.

At that instant.

He Tianxiong was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Using his familiarity with his own house, he quickly moved from the third floor to the second floor.

He didn’t take the stairs but moved through a pre-arranged elevator shaft connecting the floors.

"All the room doors have a Gold barrier. Although the quantity is small, it can hinder the Ghost Domain’s coverage. Jang Shangbai tried it last time. Without the Ghost Domain, this Yang Jian definitely can’t find me right away, after all, he doesn’t have a tracking function.”

"What I need to do now is to survive at all costs, to avoid confrontation with this guy. Apart from the uncertainty of winning or not, he controls three Ghost Persons, and if we come head-to-head, I’m bound to die before him from a vengeful ghost revival. Besides, he knows my critical information, the ghost stepping on my shoulder probably won’t get a chance to step down.”

He Tianxiong fled all the way, playing hide and seek with Yang Jian inside the villa, while analyzing the situation in his mind.

It was as if he was dealing with an actual ghost in Yang Jian.

But before he could think further, he heard the steady footsteps of Yang Jian coming from above his head, as if he had sensed his proximity but couldn’t pinpoint his exact location due to environmental barriers, resulting in an error.

"Bang!”

Then, He Tianxiong heard the ceiling above him shaking, as if someone were stamping their foot, but such strength was definitely beyond human.

"Is that Yang Jian’s Ghost Shadow? He wants to break through the house to find me. I can’t be naive anymore. This man is too dangerous. I must use whatever I have, or else I might really die here.”

Without time to think further, he gritted his teeth and discarded something from his pocket, then rushed toward a small room on the second floor.

That small room was a safety room he had carefully constructed, costing a fortune. It could block the intrusion of most ghosts, but blocking a person… was a bit difficult.

Yet He Tianxiong could only gamble on those five minutes.

Just as He Tianxiong ran out of the room on the second floor, the next moment, a tall, headless shadow had already appeared in his previous spot, emanating a faint red glow—a pair of eerie red eyes.

"You run quite fast, but it’s too late now. If you don’t use a ghost to fight back, such petty tricks are useless,” said Yang Jian.

The commotion on the third floor stopped immediately.

Yang Jian had disappeared from the third floor; he had located He Tianxiong.

In the dim environment, he locked onto his panicked fleeing silhouette.

In an instant.

He raised his palm to his forehead, instantly aligning the five Ghost Eyes within his body, casting a red light around him.

A chilling terror surged, and the sensitivity of being a necromancer caused He Tianxiong to freeze. He couldn’t help but look back.

"Damn it.”

His mind stalled, and all he managed was an instinctive curse.

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