“Are there no lights here either?”

When Yang Jian returned to Guanjiang District, he found that the city was just as dim and devoid of any light.

The dark, bluish haze seemed to have engulfed this last safe place.

Everything had gone as expected during his time of death, with no unexpected miracles. He had thought that the police headquarters would come up with a solution, but it seemed that he would have to rely on himself after all.

“The lack of lights doesn’t mean that those people are all dead. At least the people in the safe house couldn’t have died.”

With this thought in mind, Yang Jian parked his car at the entrance.

The front door of the house was tightly closed, and the curtains on each floor were drawn, making it impossible to see inside or sense any signs of life. It seemed completely lifeless.

“This should be the best-case scenario.”

Yang Jian glanced at it and felt somewhat relieved.

If something unexpected had happened here, it wouldn’t be so normal. If the front door were wide open and the windows broken, it would indicate that terror had invaded the place and that the people inside had likely been killed.

Ignoring the obstruction of the front door with his ghost mirror, Yang Jian walked in.

He first locked the very important ghost mirror in the room on the fifth floor to ensure that it wouldn’t be lost during the upcoming actions.

He smelled the lingering stench of death on his body.

Yang Jian had to change his clothes and take a shower in the swimming pool on the third floor to get rid of the smell.

But it didn’t work.

The stench of death still lingered on him, albeit much fainter. The livor mortis on his hands remained very clear, and it hadn’t decreased despite his resurrection.

Yang Jian frowned.

He wasn’t very happy with the state of his body, as these symptoms were drawing him closer to the realm of the dead. He was only retaining his consciousness; if even that disappeared, he would probably be no different from a real ghost.

“Who’s there?!”

Suddenly, he sensed something, and his chest split open, revealing a strange eye emitting a red light that instantly enveloped the area.

The haze was dispelled, replaced by a crimson hue.

The ghost domain was instantly opened.

All it took was the use of a single ghost eye.

“Ah!”

Someone was startled, then stammered, “Is that you, Yang Jian? I’m Zhang Liqin, the salesperson from the last time you sold a car.”

He didn’t need her to say it; he already knew the result when he covered her with the ghost domain.

At this moment, Zhang Liqin was cowering at the door, using the remaining battery on her phone to shine a flashlight in this direction.

Her face was pale, and she looked haggard. Her once lustrous black hair was now disheveled and dry, making her look like a madwoman, completely devoid of the mature charm she had before.

Staying here alone for seven days, constantly on edge about the possibility of encountering ghosts, the fact that she hadn’t gone insane was already quite impressive given the mental pressure she was under.

“You’re still alive. Good, I thought you might have died,” Yang Jian said.

“I-I’m fine. I heard someone go to the fifth floor, and I knew it might be you coming back… I’ve been waiting for you to come back,” Zhang Liqin said, her tense nerves suddenly relaxing as she collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably.

It was as if a lost child had suddenly found their parent.

Yang Jian didn’t comfort her; he just said, “This supernatural event should be over. I will go and resolve it. From now on, you will all be safe. Bring me some clothes; I’ve finished showering.”

Zhang Liqin wiped her tears and quickly stood up. She asked, “Which clothes should I bring?”

“The police uniform,” Yang Jian said.

Zhang Liqin quickly found the new uniform that hadn’t been worn yet.

As he wiped the water off his body, Yang Jian walked out of the swimming pool. “Have those things entered the house?”

“I-I don’t know,” Zhang Liqin said.

“I’ve been hiding on the fourth floor, very scared. But I haven’t heard any movement, although I did hear someone screaming outside. I don’t know who it was,” she added.

“Then let’s go check,” Yang Jian said, and the red light covering the room immediately spread outside.

In the blink of an eye, the red light had covered the entire building, and it didn’t stop there. It continued to spread outside the community, and in less than three seconds, the entire community was enveloped in the red light.

How big was Guanjiang District?

It was so large that you needed a car to get around inside. It was the largest community in Dachang City, with a network of over five kilometers, including the undeveloped areas.

To think that the ghost domain could cover such a large area.

And it seemed that this wasn’t even Yang Jian’s limit.

“There are no ghosts in the house, but there are quite a few in the community, and the number is not small,” Yang Jian immediately understood the situation in the entire community through the ghost domain.

“Is it that dangerous?” Zhang Liqin shivered.

“It’s not that dangerous. This number should be considered small. If it were in the city center, the situation would be completely different. Hmm? It seems like something is happening outside. I’ll go out for a bit.”

“What about me?” Zhang Liqin grabbed his arm and looked up at him, her face full of anxiety.

“Of course, you stay here. I will drive away all the ghosts nearby, and you are safe now,” Yang Jian said seriously.

“Then, please come back soon,” Zhang Liqin hesitantly let go of his hand.

“Okay.”

Yang Jian just nodded lightly. Wearing the uniform, he hung the satellite positioning phone on his chest and then activated the connection.

Before he committed suicide by hanging, he had said that he could only contact the police headquarters next, and the headquarters absolutely couldn’t contact him to avoid any accidents.

“I am Yang Jian, the ghost-eye detective, now officially online.”

After saying this, Yang Jian took a step forward, and then he disappeared from the spot.

At this moment, inside the communication room of the Asian division of the International Criminal Police Organization.Thanks to Yang Jian’s blessing, Liu Xiaoyu now had her own private office, guarded around the clock by shifts of personnel to ensure someone was always available to respond at any time.

It was now noon.

Liu Xiaoyu had just started her shift.

Just like yesterday, she sat at the desk, tediously monitoring the communications.

She thought today would be the same, uneventful.

But then, with a rustle of static, a cold voice came through the speaker—it was Yang Jian, who had been missing for a full seven days.

“Huh?”

Liu Xiaoyu’s eyes widened in disbelief as she abruptly stood up.

Yang Jian had been offline for seven days, and the higher-ups had speculated that he might be dead. Yet now, he was back online.

“Did I hear wrong?”

She thought her long vigil might have affected her sanity, but as she stared at the signal light that had lit up on the communication console, she was certain—Yang Jian’s satellite-positioned phone was online.

“Yang Jian is online~!”

Liu Xiaoyu shrieked and hurriedly ran out of the communications room.

Soon, the news spread like wildfire within the organization.

“What? The Ghost-Eye Detective Yang Jian from Dachang City is online? Hasn’t he been missing for seven days?”

“Quick, connect to the Dachang City Command Center.”

“Great, Yang Jian is online, there’s hope for the Dachang City incident.”

A chorus of exclamations echoed through headquarters.

But soon, the news was suppressed, and many staff members were warned. Yang Jian’s existence was of great importance, and it wasn’t time to go public yet—even internally, knowledge should be kept to a minimum.

In less than five minutes.

The news of Yang Jian being online reached the temporary command center in Dachang City.

“Yang Jian is online? Is this information reliable?” Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua’s eyes widened upon hearing the news.

“Absolutely reliable. Liu Xiaoyu was the one who took the call. Here’s the recording.”

A staff member played a recording.

It was a simple sentence: “I am Ghost-Eye Detective Yang Jian, now officially online.”

“Quick, call an emergency meeting.”

Cao Yanhua couldn’t stay calm and immediately bellowed, “Notify the higher-ups immediately, we need to implement the second phase of the plan. Also, have the rescue center prepare to join the rescue efforts, quickly set up a shelter for the displaced, and get Zhao Jianguo to mobilize those detectives to be ready to enter Dachang City…”

“Minister, isn’t this a bit hasty? It’s just Yang Jian coming online, the Dachang City incident isn’t over yet.” A staff member hesitated.

“This is the plan Professor Wang set up in the safe house. Once Yang Jian is online, we execute immediately, no need to ask for further instructions, the higher-ups have already agreed. I’ll take full responsibility for any issues.”

“Yes, Minister.” The staff member immediately ran off.

Cao Yanhua was somewhat excited now because Professor Wang had said that news from Yang Jian meant there was a seventy percent chance the Dachang City incident could be resolved, and they could start preparing for rescue.

Of course, if there was no sign of him, it meant Dachang City was lost, and they could proceed with the lockdown.

Yang Jian had no idea that his one phone call would cause such a stir in the outside world.

At this moment, he appeared on the top floor of a building in a residential area, overlooking the neighborhood below.

The red glow enveloped everything, and the terrifying figures hidden in the shadows had nowhere to hide.

“What is Wang Bin doing, sneaking out behind Wang Shanshan’s back?” Yang Jian spotted Wang Bin in the corridor.

Although he didn’t know what Wang Bin intended to do, there were already two ghosts closing in on him in the corridor.

They were third-stage ghost infants.

These ghosts would only attack when they heard a sound. Although they were derivatives, their level of terror was not low.

“This is a good opportunity to test my current state against a third-stage ghost infant,” Yang Jian thought.

He knew he was special now, having completely mastered the Headless Ghost Shadow, and through it, fully controlled the Ghost Eye and the Ghost Rope.

A series of chain reactions had made him fundamentally different from ordinary ghost controllers.

But how he measured up against a real ghost, he didn’t know yet. He needed to confront a ghost himself to understand how powerful he had become at this moment.

The next moment.

He vanished from the rooftop.

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