The attack of the Firewood Knife remains terrifying; despite Sister Hong stepping with red high heels, she left no medium, yet the Wishing Ghost’s supernatural powers compensated for this shortcoming, forcefully sending an originally nonexistent medium to Yang Jian to help him slash down this blow.

Accompanied by the falling heads of countless Puppet People and Sister Hong, the confrontation undoubtedly ended with Yang Jian’s victory.

However, Sister Hong still wasn’t dead; her head, which had rolled onto the ground, still had its eyes wide open and clear consciousness. Moreover, where the neck was severed, no blood flowed out; instead, Puppet-like joints were exposed.

Clearly, Sister Hong had already assembled the complete Puppet puzzle, completely breaking free from the limitations of a living body, becoming a thorough anomaly.

“You lost, I told you before, this era no longer belongs to you. With my current ability, not to mention dealing with you, even in your peak period, you might not be able to defeat me,” Yang Jian said with a calm yet confident tone.

These words were no lie; the six Ghost Eyes within him are dormant, so if he really pushed hard, he could even open up nine layers of the Ghost Domain. It would be too difficult to kill him.

Moreover, he hasn’t exerted himself fully this time, many supernatural means have not been utilized.

Sister Hong’s head looked at Yang Jian with an uncertain expression: “Your growth is indeed astonishing, in the brief exchange, you didn’t even give it your all and still held back; the reason you survived through the seventh day in the ancient house is not without cause, just as you have your thoughts, I have my pursuits too, without fighting till the end, no one knows the result.”

“Still not planning to give up? If you persist like this, I will make you disappear from this world forever.” Yang Jian said seriously, he could see that Sister Hong still had some hidden means unused, but seemingly hesitated to take that step.

But Yang Jian could somewhat guess Sister Hong’s methods.

Mostly, Sister Hong could also revive the supernatural powers of those top figures from the Republic of China Period, perhaps the revival is very brief, but once done, it certainly would have decisive effects.

At this moment, the woman from the Republic of China, Zhang Yi, who had been pierced by the Coffin Nail previously, had completely regained consciousness. After standing up, she walked, expressionless, towards Sister Hong’s headless body, then did something truly inconceivable; she actually removed her head with one hand, then attached it to Sister Hong’s body.

“Hmm?” Such a scene immediately made Yang Jian furrow his eyebrows and look at her.

“Zhang Yi, what are you doing?” Sister Hong was also astonished.

Zhang Yi said, “Your body is headless, how about putting my head on it, let me inherit your body; this way your supernatural powers won’t be wasted.”

Upon hearing this answer, Sister Hong widened her eyes, full of disbelief.

“She’s right, Zhang Yi’s way is correct. Zhang Youhong, you’re done for, just hand over the body and let Zhang Yi inherit those supernatural powers.” Nearby, Hu Zongshang, split into two halves, also opened his mouth to show agreement, and he appeared indifferent without feeling anything was amiss.

“Zhang Youhong, you’ve greatly disappointed us, completely different from the person we imagined. Yang Jian is right, you’ve been eliminated by the era, now pave the way for us, let us be active in this epoch,” said Brother Qiu San, burnt and still with embers remaining.

Upon hearing these words, Sister Hong laughed, that familiar smile seemed to have returned; however, within this smile was a mix of inexplicable disappointment and pain.

“Inheriting Sister Hong’s body, you all still won’t be my opponents. Today is destined to bury you lot,” Yang Jian glanced coldly and said.

At this moment, Zhang Yi slightly turned her head to look at Yang Jian; she not only controlled Sister Hong’s body within a short time but also began to utilize the supernatural powers on Sister Hong’s body. This method of body assembly is very similar to the Ghost Shadow but is more efficient in some respects.

Because after Ghost Shadow assembles a body, it takes time to familiarize with the supernatural powers within, whereas Zhang Yi seemingly does not.

Perhaps, as Yang Jian previously speculated, Zhang Yi is fundamentally not human but a ghost.

Only a ghost could so quickly familiarize oneself with other supernatural powers.

And combined with the cold-blooded actions of these few people just now, anyone with functioning eyes can see that they indeed have issues.

“Yang Jian, what you said is correct, they aren’t the people in my memory, the time they’ve slept is too long, the supernatural erosion is too deep, although they’re awake, what’s guiding them is no longer the person but the ghost.”

Now that only Sister Hong’s head remained, she finally believed Yang Jian’s prior judgment to be right.

“Now saying this is pointless; whether human or ghost, I will deal with them, and the remaining matters have nothing to do with you anymore,” Yang Jian said.

Sister Hong, with a smile on her face, said, “No, this is my matter. I will deal with those five.”

“You handle them? The idea is good, but you are truly stretched thin now. If you have any hidden tactics, it’s not worth using them on these few people; our confrontation is not over yet,” Yang Jian glanced over and said.

“Then let everything end,” Sister Hong said with a smile.

Afterward, she let her full head of raven hair fall, revealing a special hairpin within the hair, no, it wasn’t a hairpin, it was a section of broken incense.

Moreover, this section of broken incense was ignited at the moment.

“Hmm? A section of broken incense.” Yang Jian saw that thing, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar because it wasn’t the same as the incense he’d seen before in the ancient house.

After the broken incense was ignited, white smoke emanated; this smoke gathered around Sister Hong without dispersing, becoming increasingly dense, even interfering with the surrounding visibility, making it impossible to see the situation within the dense smoke clearly.

Subsequently, a layer of faint red light began to emanate from within the smoke.

Accompanied by the faint red light, a graceful, enchanting woman wearing red high heels slowly walked out of the smoke.

She appeared somewhat unfamiliar, yet bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Sister Hong earlier, with a perfectly intact body and a beautiful face smiling faintly.

“Zhang Youhong?” Zhang Yi tilted her head slightly, observing Sister Hong who emerged from the smoke.

“I only have half an incense stick’s time, I know all the details of the events, everything was the error I planted before, let me personally end it now,” Zhang Youhong said with a smile.

Yang Jian, upon seeing this, furrowed his brows and took a few steps back.

He felt that the current state of Sister Hong was very off, very unfamiliar, like she suddenly transformed into a different person entirely, and the aura this person emitted was terrifying, completely on a different level than Sister Hong before.

“Is this Sister Hong’s hidden means? Seems like she reflected upon it and decided to deal with these five people from the Republic of China Period personally, though there is a possibility she might suddenly attack me.”

With this thought, Yang Jian chose to temporarily stay out of it, merely staying alert to Sister Hong’s current actions.

Zhang Yi seemingly sensed the current hostility from Sister Hong; at this moment, she controlled Sister Hong’s body to slowly raise the hand wrapped with the red handkerchief.

The handkerchief still displayed the ghost eye.

The embroidered ghost eye was now emitting a scarlet Ghost Domain, trying to engulf Sister Hong in front of it.

Yet the next moment.

The red light halted before Sister Hong, unable to continue its coverage, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

“Why don’t you go after Yang Jian, and instead come after me? You’ve changed, you deserve to die.” Zhang Yi spoke in a venomous tone, and all the headless Puppet People around began to twist and contort.

In the blink of an eye, all the headless Puppet People surrounded Sister Hong.

Moreover, Zhang Yi’s hand held another straw doll, but this time the name on the doll’s back was not Yang Jian but Sister Hong.

“Puppet People aren’t meant to be used like this.”

Sister Hong continued to smile, and at the same time, several Puppet People appeared around her, these Puppet People were intact, with complete limbs and heads, and at this moment, they were paired up, each helping the other adjust their face and altering their appearance.

The behavior was bizarre, because Yang Jian saw the Puppet People undergoing unimaginable, terrifying changes.

One Puppet Person transformed into a middle-aged man dressed in a retro long gown, this middle-aged man’s face was marked with corpse spots, dead and horrifying.

“That’s the appearance of the Door Knocking Ghost, Luo Wensong, in his youth and middle age…” Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed, recognizing the identity of the person the Puppet Person had transformed into.

Opposite Luo Wensong, another Puppet Person had transformed into another middle-aged man, that man appeared as if he had been dug up from the grave, lifeless; this person was also familiar, the Sexton, Luo Qian.

The other pair of Puppet People also changed, transforming into Meng Xiaodong and a tall man, presumably Li Qingzhi from the Caesar Grand Hotel.

The team of top ghost handlers of the Republic of China Period had been replicated by Sister Hong alone.

What was even more terrifying was that this replication wasn’t singular, because he soon saw two more Puppet People transform into Luo Wensong and Luo Qian, while a fourth pair of Puppet People were still changing.

This supernatural pseudo-disguise of Puppet People seemed to have no limits, as if with Sister Hong’s reasons she could make ten, twenty Luo Wensongs appear.

The fake beings transformed from Puppet People surely didn’t possess all of Luo Wensong’s supernatural powers, that was certain; but even if they inherited just ten percent, as long as ten fake Luo Wensongs appeared together, Luo Wensong’s entire strength from his lifetime could be manifested.

Moreover, this wasn’t just theoretical, Sister Hong could actually achieve this.

“So this is the strength of Zhang Youhong, the top ghost handler of the Republic of China Period?” Yang Jian’s face was exceptionally solemn.

Although he hadn’t underestimated Sister Hong, this Sister Hong seemed excessively terrifying from a past life—a single person able to recreate the entire team of Republic era ghost handlers.

He had always thought Sister Hong was a mere minor figure within the seven-person team; perhaps she was actually the second most formidable entity next to Zhang Dong, and the most crucial factor was Sister Hong still being alive meant the power of the Republic seven-person team remained unbroken, ready to appear again thanks to Sister Hong’s Puppet People.

Perhaps that was why Sister Hong lived on through one life after another, aiming to preserve the most top-tier supernatural power of the previous era, in case it was needed to control supernatural chaos one day with the help of past forces.

“Kill them, then bury them in this graveyard, and remember to leave my body intact.” Zhang Youhong commanded with a flippant smile.

The next moment.

The Puppet People transformed into Luo Wensong, Meng Xiaodong, Li Qingzhi, Luo Qian all started moving with sluggish, stiff steps towards Zhang Yi, Brother Qiu San, Hu Zongshang and others respectively.

The confrontation left no room for suspense.

Zhang Youhong no longer watched and instead turned to Yang Jian, showing a charming smile: “Don’t be nervous, I’m not Sister Hong and won’t harm you, these are all fakes, not dangerous, they mostly carry six-tenths of their life supernatural power, and the duration isn’t long either.”

“Within this half-stick of incense’s time, I’ll settle everything, I hope you can forgive Sister Hong for what she’s done; her mistakes were consequences left from my past, but after today all of this will disappear like smoke.”

Clearly the same person, Zhang Youhong felt completely different from Sister Hong.

This discordance was hard to articulate.

Perhaps Sister Hong was right, she wasn’t truly Zhang Youhong, nor was she Leuk Qingqing, rather Sister Hong was a convergence between Zhang Youhong and Leuk Qingqing, no longer pure.

“And after that?” Yang Jian spoke expressionlessly.

Zhang Youhong smiled and replied: “You’ll have to excuse a woman’s little whims; I’ll resolve this grievance henceforth and ask you to give her another chance in the future; Sister Hong will assist you then.”

“If I refuse, will you come after me?” Yang Jian asked.

Zhang Youhong gave a slight smile: “Who knows, never guess a woman’s heart, especially one who’s an old woman.”

While speaking, accompanied by several screams.

Some terrifying Puppet People had already settled everything, those five Republic era figures were all buried in this graveyard, vanished without a trace, leaving no evidence.

One Puppet Person having six-tenths supernatural power of its lifetime was no joke.

“Sister Hong ultimately changed her stance and ideas, I could give her a chance, hoping she won’t do such an idiocy next time, otherwise I won’t let her use this backup, these Republic figures are too dangerous, reviving frequently, with unclear intentions.” Yang Jian said, not fearing the Zhang Youhong before him.

Because if it really came down to a fight, he would be the one who wins, with a broad range of restart, he could pull time back to before that incense was lit, preventing Zhang Youhong’s resurrection.

Moreover, Yang Jian hadn’t gone for the kill, otherwise, there wouldn’t be a chance to watch Sister Hong’s head speak.

“This is the last time, I promise.” Zhang Youhong expressed gratitude.

Yang Jian said: “Don’t thank me, you should thank yourself; after waking up not resolutely saving those five people, but instead personally finishing them; I simply don’t like anyone causing strife, be it today’s ghost handlers or Republic era handlers, if causing strife I won’t spare a single one.”

“You having such figures in this era is a stroke of luck.” Zhang Youhong said with a smile.

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