Chapter 106: Human Skin Worn by a Ghost, Yang Jian Finds His Home Stolen

Han Mo uses gold to block the Ghost Eye's gaze, and indeed that is a decent method.

But against Zhang Hao, clearly it is insufficient.

After all, for Zhang Hao, the Ghost Eye merely signifies the simplest trigger rule.

As Zhang Hao releases a Ghost Domain, the black‑and‑white Ghost Domain covers the surroundings, and eerie Black and White Photos fall from the sky one by one.

Watching these Black and White Photos rain down, Han Mo feels uneasy for some reason.

The people in those Black and White Portraits seem to come alive at this moment.

Clearly the people in the photos stare ahead with vacant eyes, yet Han Mo perceives a feeling of being watched.

As more photos fall, Han Mo even feels that the previously suppressed sensation returns to his body.

"The people in those photos are alive; they are looking at me."

Han Mo's mind suddenly conjures this absurd thought.

For no reason, Han Mo recalls a past encounter in the Ghost Painting World, where they also seemed to have seen a Black and White Portrait.

Only then the portrait was of an old man, whereas now these Black and White Portraits bear Zhang Hao's likeness.

"Damn."

Han Mo furrows his brows; he can't possibly lock himself inside a golden corpse bag, can he?

The Ghost before him is sentient; stuffing oneself into a corpse bag would be tantamount to waiting for death.

Yet while he ponders, the terrifying Gravity grows ever stronger.

It seems that as more Black and White Photos fall, the Gravity brought by those gazes begins to stack, leaving him almost immobilized.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

In the dark street, terrifying wails sound, as countless Fierce Ghosts begin to howl.

The intermittent, overlapping cries make Han Mo's tears finally spill over his cheeks.

In an instant, Han Mo feels his body slip from his control, an incomprehensible terrifying supernatural force taking over him.

The golden corpse bag that Han Mo had been holding in front of him falls to the ground; Han Mo kneels, appearing before Zhang Hao like a boneless sponge.

"Dead?"

Having experienced this before, Zhang Hao, upon seeing Han Mo's soft, boneless form, quickly steps forward and grabs him.

Predictably, the Fierce Ghost inside Han Mo vanishes again; the fellow seems to escape by some incomprehensible means, leaving only a hollow Human Skin.

"But this time Liu San isn't here to help you clean up the Human Skin; let me see what secret this Human Skin you left hides."

Zhang Hao lifts Han Mo; the Human Skin looks as if it were ripped off alive, still stained with blood.

Within that blood seems to reside some special supernatural phenomenon.

"It must be some curse or Medium; the whole Human Skin looks like a genuine Fierce Ghost."

Zhang Hao examines the Human Skin for a while and reaches a conclusion.

"It seems it will revive."

Zhang Hao senses movement from within the Human Skin; it appears to writhe, trying to adhere to Zhang Hao.

However, in Zhang Hao's hand it is suppressed, unable to revive, never truly able to move.

"Since that's the case, let me see its effect then."

Zhang Hao throws the Human Skin at the bride corpse dressed in a Wedding Dress.

This time, upon contacting the corpse, the Human Skin quickly comes to life.

The skin slides along the human bride corpse's outer garment, slowly adhering to the corpse's flesh.

Soon, the Human Skin envelops the entire corpse, seemingly replacing the bride's outer skin.

Quickly, the bride corpse that had been lying on the ground stands up.

She exudes a strange, chilling aura, and as she walks forward, each step leaves a sunken footprint.

Zhang Hao watches the departing bride corpse's silhouette; in the Black and White World, where she walks, eerie human silhouettes are left behind.

These silhouettes resemble Han Mo about seventy‑to‑eighty percent; they seem to have some connection to him.

Zhang Hao controls his own manifestation generated within the Black and White World, attacks those silhouettes, and finds it has no effect on the bride covered by the Human Skin.

"It looks like this is the side effect of Han Mo mastering this Ghost."

"Even after death, one can depart by some means, but the leftover Human Skin revives like a Ghost."

"And after acquiring a body from this Human Skin, it feels its Terror Level is only half that of Han Mo himself; perhaps the supernatural aura on Han Mo will also be weakened by this Human Skin."

"Moreover, my attacks on those Ghost Shadows have no effect on this Human Skin, so perhaps the Medium corresponding to those Ghost Shadows is that Han Mo."

"The Shedding Skin Ghost, Ghost Blocking Disaster, the stripped Human Skin inherits half of the original's supernatural aura."

Zhang Hao simply watches the Human Skin drift away, with no intention of imprisoning it.

From now on, the Reality World will have another terrifying Ghost Bride, which can help him attract the attention of interested parties and also cause more trouble for Han Mo.

"By the way, there's also this human‑head cane."

Zhang Hao returns to the spot where Han Mo died and picks up the human‑head cane that Han Mo had been holding.

The cane resembles the one Qin Lao once used to strike Zhang Hao, but it is not the same piece.

Zhang Hao grabs it, swings it forcefully a few times, and then perceives its function.

Being a Fierce Ghost gives him a natural advantage when discerning the effects of Supernatural Artifacts.

Just as a Ghost Candle, once lit, naturally draws Zhang Hao, and after a Substitute Doll is activated, it influences Zhang Hao's gaze judgment.

Acquiring these Supernatural Artifacts, Zhang Hao knows instinctively how to use them, like a computer with a USB stick inserted.

This human‑head staff should possess a Certain Death supernatural effect upon striking, and it can be triggered by sound without needing to hit a target.

When you swing this human‑head staff, the resulting sonic blast attacks the intended person, causing anyone who hears it to suffer a Certain Death strike.

However, the side effect is obvious: this sonic blast is indiscriminate.

Even the one who initiates an attack will, at the moment of the attack, receive the same attack.

Besides the undying Fierce Ghost, perhaps only a Ghost Tamer like Han Mo who can redirect attacks, or a Ghost Tamer who possesses Restart, can use this Supernatural Artifact.

"But it's just right; we happen to lack a mourning staff, and this one will do as well."

Zhang Hao tucked the staff away, led the Ghost Bride, and continued walking outward.

Han Mo being able to appear here shows that this place is not far from reality.

On the other side, Dajiang City.

A dummy wrapped in Human Skin suddenly blinked its eerie eyes and then moved.

Soon, a cold voice sounded from the direction.

"Died again, and this time the Human Skin hasn't been dealt with yet, what a hassle."

However, as soon as the words finished, his body slammed onto the ground, as if struck by something, and only after a long while did he stand up again.

"Cough cough cough."

The cold aura around him faded, the dummy gradually took Han Mo's shape, but now he wore a face as if he had eaten feces.

Because he felt the Ghost Power within his body draining, stolen by some Ghost.

"The Human Skin has been taken by a Ghost Control, it must be dealt with quickly."

Han Mo had previously experienced losing Human Skin; after the skin revives, it instinctively hunts Han Mo.

At that time the skin was under Fierce Ghost Control, siphoning half of Han Mo's Ghost Power, and with another Ghost controlling it, it became more terrifying than Han Mo.

Moreover, the crucial point is that Han Mo can undergo Fierce Ghost revival, but that Human Skin does not face the Fierce Ghost revival issue.

Later Han Mo also enlisted several Ghost Tamers for help, and only then succeeded in retrieving that Human Skin.

But this time, Han Mo does not dare to act rashly.

That small town not only has his own Human Skin, but also the Red and White Double Evil.

"I hope it won't be the worst case."

Han Mo shook his head, left his room, and needs to find a way to control a new Fierce Ghost to restore his lost Ghost Power.

Meanwhile, Zhongjiang City.

A woman dressed in a Red Cheongsam, strikingly beautiful, set foot in the city.

She arrived at a street in the old district of Zhongjiang City, where deep within the street stood an ancient Chinese medicine shop.

It seems that since the day this street first appeared, the shop has been here, its existence a childhood memory for many elderly residents. It feels as if without this shop, the street would lose all meaning.

At this moment.

At the street entrance, a pale‑skinned woman with a cold aura and a gently seductive gaze nostalgically observed everything around her.

Her bright Cheongsam and beautiful looks made her stand out from the old street, as if she didn't belong here.

Logically, a beauty like this in an old neighborhood should attract many men's attention, yet her arrival went unnoticed by passing residents, subconsciously ignored.

The old street clashed with the nearby modern skyscrapers; the weathered bluestone, smoothed by time, testified to the city's development.

The medicine shop occupied the prime spot in the middle of the street.

Everything was old, but the shop's sign was new, as if it had just been replaced.

"How nostalgic, among all these places, only this street remains unchanged."

The woman spoke softly and walked toward the medicine shop deeper in the street.

Reaching the end of the street, she stood at the doorway, gazing at everything inside the shop.

However, an invisible force blocked her, preventing her from seeing the interior clearly, only allowing her to discern vague outlines.

"What are you doing here?"

From within the shop, an aged voice sounded, its tone seeming to be a question.

In an instant.

The dim shop was instantly illuminated, the darkness swept away.

At the same time, several Oil Lamps and candles in the shop were lit all at once, but the flames were not ordinary—they were pale green Ghost Fire.

At that moment, a voice sounded, and behind the shop a old man resembling a traditional Chinese doctor, leaning on a cane, slowly emerged.

A woman in her thirties, full‑figured and graceful, followed the old man.

Because she had long avoided sunlight, her skin was overly pale, giving her a somewhat cold aura.

The old man wore sunglasses, his eyes were blind, his face bore age spots, his body was gaunt, exuding a dead, oppressive aura.

Even up close, one could vaguely smell a rotting corpse odor, but it was masked by a stronger scent of Chinese medicine, unnoticed by anyone not paying close attention.

"Long time no see."

The Cheongsam woman, upon seeing the old man, showed no displeasure at his questioning.

Perhaps, as the old man said, she indeed shouldn't be here at this time.

"You are not her."

"Ah, never mind, just tell me your purpose. There's nothing, you should know you're not fit to come to my place."

The old man stared at the Cheongsam woman for a long time, letting out a soft sigh, both helpless and nostalgic.

"My shop is intended for young people."

"I indeed am not her; call me Hong Jie, that's my new name in this era," Hong Jie smiled helplessly.

In fact, she still harbors many memories and feelings about Zhang Youhong in her mind.

However, it was clear that the old man before her did not accept her current identity as Zhang Youhong.

"I've come this time because I have something to ask you: Red and White Double Evil, have you heard of it?" Hong Jie said gravely.

"I've heard bits of it; some young people who come here to buy medicine talk about that Ghost."

The old man nodded lightly, his cloudy eyes showing a hint of doubt: "What's the problem?"

I encountered that bride in the old mansion; she has already mastered the ghost painting and entered the red room.

Zhang Youhong said gravely, "By her side there is also a Mourning ghost, which has performed Mourning for Luo Qian and seems to possess intelligence."

"I asked some Ghost Tamers of the New Era; they said that the bride and the Mourning ghost are the Red and White Double Evil."

"Is there a problem? In this era, people become more like ghosts, and ghosts become more like people," the old man said calmly, looking at Hong Jie.

"I think you understand this: some people have wielded ghosts for so long that they gradually become a ghost themselves."

"If you want me to step in and deal with it, there's no need; after all, this old man only has a few years left."

Hearing that, Hong Jie's words stalled; she looked at him in confusion, as this old medicine man seemed different from the personality Zhang Youhong remembered.

In Zhang Youhong's memory, shouldn't Zhang Baihua be the one most willing to help the younger generation?

"Don't stare at me like that; people do change. When we were young, we wouldn't have been willing to compromise on Supernatural Incidents."

Zhang Baihua looked at Zhang Youhong, shook his head calmly, and said, "In this New Era I have not yet met the person who could let me leave peacefully."

"Before I meet the person I want to see, I cannot die."

"Otherwise the juniors would have no guide, and who knows what this world would become."

"It's just a ghost with intelligence; have you not seen many Abnormal ones? Trust the juniors' wisdom."

"Unless absolutely necessary, it's better not to count on me."

Hong Jie heard that, wanted to say something, but the words turned to silence at the tip of her tongue.

"If you're really uneasy, go to Taiping Ancient Town; a Soul Summoner might be able to help you."

Zhang Baihua stared at Hong Jie for a long time, then finally spoke softly.

"Although they're juniors, what they produce cannot match the few Incense Sticks in the old mansion, but it still has effect."

Hearing that, Hong Jie remained silent for a while, then nodded and left the street.

Zhang Youhong died far too early; in the years since her death, Zhang Baihua has gained decades of experience, and his mindset has undergone a complete reversal.

"Master, are you really not going to care about her?"

After Hong Jie left, the woman behind Zhang Baihua asked.

"Don't worry about her; although she has lost her former strength, her experience remains. If you truly want to deal with a certain ghost, there is always a way, just a bit troublesome."

Zhang Baihua simply shook his head lightly; the Chinese medicine shop turned pitch black again, and the oil lamp burning with eerie green Ghost Fire went out.

At this moment, elsewhere.

Yang Jian successfully left the old mansion, and asked Ye Zhen for help, successfully resolving the Ghost Post Office issue.

However, when he returned to Dachang City, he discovered that his home had been stolen.

"Tui Ge, I'm telling you, the Zhong Ta Lou in Guan Jiang Xiao Qu, half a month ago, for unknown reasons, suddenly kept leaking blood."

In front of the monochrome Shàngtōng Building, Zhang Wei was vividly describing everything he had seen.

"As a double‑gun, gold‑holding client Ah Wei, I immediately concluded that a Supernatural Incident was present."

"Unfortunately, after I went up to inspect, I only found a pool of blood on the Zhong Ta Lou; nothing else was discovered."

Yang Jian listened to Zhang Wei's words and felt as if the sky had collapsed.

A dense red light emanated from him, enveloping the entire Shàngtōng Building, and he arrived at his Safety Room where he stores Supernatural Artifacts.

However, everything inside, whether Ghost Mirror or Ghost Candle, had already vanished.

Undeterred, Yang Jian immediately used the Ghost Domain to go to Guan Jiang Xiao Qu.

Unfortunately, the Ghost Cabinet he had placed on the Zhong Ta Lou had long disappeared, and, as Zhang Wei said, there was only a bloodstain on the ground with Supernatural Aura.

This kind of bloodstain was familiar to him; it was the blood he saw when he first traded with a Ghost Cabinet to test its trading rules.

And this blood was very similar to Ghost Blood from outside Dachang City.

"The Ghost Cabinet was stolen, and Shàngtōng Building was also invaded; it must be the Red and White Double Evil, right?"

"According to Zhang Wei's description, it was half a month ago, and my ride on the Spiritual Bus to the drop‑off took more than a day."

"So that means, as soon as I set foot out, the Red and White Double Evil stole the Ghost Cabinet and the Ghost Mirror."

Suddenly, Yang Jian recalled that the Red and White Double Evil had always behaved honestly in the old mansion.

During that period, apart from entering the red room, the Red and White Double Evil seemed never to have acted against them; the only time was when he, using the Ghost Domain, accidentally saw the ghost painting.

Yet even in that situation, he was not attacked.

Originally Yang Jian thought it was because the old man in the old mansion was too terrifying, but now it seems the Red and White Double Evil was simply waiting for him to open that room.

Realizing all this, Yang Jian only felt a chill down his spine.

Every move he made was part of a ghost's plan; such a thing is too terrifying.

Just thinking about it makes one feel despair and fear.

(End of Chapter)