Another four days passed.

Yang Jian and Zhang Xiangguang finally emerged from the third room.

At this moment, the third room had completely changed, no more darkness, no more eerie Yin Yang Path, it was just an ordinary room, showing nothing unusual.

After more than a month of continuous effort, Yang Jian successfully constructed layers upon layers of Ghost Domains, thoroughly isolating the supernatural from the real world.

The first step of the plan was successfully achieved.

Although Yang Jian paid a great price, he felt it was all worth it.

“What do you plan to do next?” Zhang Xiangguang asked.

Yang Jian said, “As planned, isolating the Yin Yang Path was only the first step, next is the second step. However, a small accident happened, forcing me to advance this step, which involves some danger, but it’s okay, with the first step as a foundation, I can bear the cost of failure.”

“But I have to do the second step alone; if I succeed, I’ll let you know, if I fail, then follow my path.”

“Then I’ll wait for your news,” Zhang Xiangguang nodded slightly.

Yang Jian then asked, “What do you plan to do next?”

“I haven’t thought about it yet, but with sixty years of peace ahead, I might as well explore and handle some supernatural incidents,” Zhang Xiangguang said.

“In that case, let’s part here. Hopefully, we have a chance to meet again.” Yang Jian said.

“I hope so,” Zhang Xiangguang said.

They had come together for a shared purpose, and with the task completed, it was time to go their separate ways.

When Zhang Xiangguang departed, it was noon; outside, the sun was bright, and under the sunlight, his figure seemed noticeably lighter as if he had let go of many things, with a hint of joy in his mood.

Yang Jian watched Zhang Xiangguang leave. When his figure completely vanished, he turned and went back.

Returning to the old house, he picked up his phone and made two calls, the first one to Jiang Yan at his hometown: “There’s something important, come back soon, I’m at Wang Shanshan’s place.”

“Alright, alright, I’m leaving now,” Jiang Yan in his hometown hung up the phone and hurried to set off.

Yang Jian hung up and called Liu Xiaoyu: “Come over to Wang Shanshan’s place, I have something to tell you.”

“You have something to say, so you called them here,” Wang Shanshan heard Yang Jian’s voice and came out of the room on the second floor of the old house.

Her face was still pale, with a cold temperament, not one to easily smile.

“No hurry with the matter, but I’m pressed for time, I don’t have much time left, there are things I need to do, though I’m not worried, the only thing I’m slightly concerned about is you,” Yang Jian looked at Wang Shanshan with a complex gaze.

Wang Shanshan slightly turned her head: “Are you confessing to me with those words?”

“I mean, you might die because of me,” Yang Jian confessed.

“It’s okay, I’m not afraid of death, and without your help, I would have died at No. 7 Middle School like other classmates, living to this day is enough, you don’t have to feel guilty or worry, do what you want, don’t mind my existence,” Wang Shanshan remained calm, even coldly so.

“We are all people bound by destiny, with little choice, I need to leave for a while to make preparations, when they arrive, entertain them,” Yang Jian said.

“Okay,” Wang Shanshan nodded.

Yang Jian did not leave Guanjiang Residential Complex, but went to the No. 1 safe house under his home.

With Yang Jian’s arrival, soon a fire was lit inside the safe house, then came the sound of hammering.

After about half an hour, these sounds finally stopped.

“Finished.” Yang Jian looked at the finished product in front of him, satisfied.

In front of him was a statue made of gold, the statue was as tall as he was, and even looked like him.

The statue was hollow, leaving only an inconspicuous small hole, once the hole was sealed, it became a coffin for imprisoning fierce ghosts.

Obviously, Yang Jian had prepared this for himself.

“Oh, almost forgot, there’s also this supernatural weapon.” Yang Jian suddenly remembered something, taking out the red spear.

Instead of choosing to sink this supernatural weapon into the Blood Lake, nor throwing it into the Supernatural World, he casually melted a few blocks of gold, poured it over, and directly wrapped the supernatural weapon.

After completing these preparations, he took the statue and the gold-wrapped spear, leaving the safe house and returned to the old house.

By this time, inside the old house, Liu Xiaoyu and Jiang Yan had arrived, they were gathered waiting for Yang Jian to appear.

“Yang Jian, where did you move such a statue from?” Seeing Yang Jian carrying such a big object, Jiang Yan was startled.

“It’s not a bronze statue, it’s a golden statue,” Liu Xiaoyu examined it and recognized it immediately.

“I spent quite a while crafting this, it’s very useful to me.” Yang Jian moved it into the third room, placing it properly before patting his hands in satisfaction as he walked out.

The group looked at him with strange expressions, not understanding what Yang Jian was doing.

“Ahem, you don’t need to look at me so curiously, I have my reasons for doing this.”

Yang Jian couldn’t help but cough twice, then opened his palm to reveal a few strands of crimson blood; it seemed that even a pack of herbal medicine couldn’t stabilize his condition for long.

However, he didn’t care, he just wiped off that smear of blood,

“Yang Jian, you didn’t call us to admire your statue, right? What’s the important matter? There’s no outsider here, you can speak directly,” Liu Xiaoyu asked.

“Of course not, let me get straight to the point, I have to leave for a while,” Yang Jian was silent for a moment, then added, “the time might be a bit long.”

“How long?” Wang Shanshan asked.

Yang Jian replied, “If nothing unexpected happens, it should be sixty years.”

“What? Sixty years?” Jiang Yan immediately stood up, shocked.

Sixty years was too long. It wasn’t even certain if she could live that long. Was this meant to be a permanent farewell?

“You’re not going to die again, are you?” Wang Shanshan said flatly.

Liu Xiaoyu and Jiang Yan immediately stared at Yang Jian, as if waiting for an explanation.

Yang Jian said, “No, if I were going to die, I would just prepare my last affairs directly, it wouldn’t be so troublesome. This time, I encountered a problem, and I don’t want to solve it because I have something else to do. If I succeed, I will reappear in sixty years.”

“And if you fail?” Jiang Yan suddenly became anxious.

“Fail? Hmm… I would also appear in sixty years.” Yang Jian thought for a moment, then said.

Liu Xiaoyu frowned and said, “What you said is quite difficult to understand. Can you explain it?”

“No explanation needed. If you’re still alive in sixty years, you’ll naturally understand. If not, just consider I never said it.” Yang Jian shrugged, looking very relaxed.

“Can’t you not leave?” Jiang Yan looked at Yang Jian with a bit of pleading, hoping he would change his mind.

Sixty years was too long, enough to bury a person’s entire life.

“I can’t.”

Yang Jian’s tone was very serious: “This time when I leave, I will take the Ghost Child with me. As for other matters, I have nothing much to advise. After all, you’re already familiar with dealing with last affairs; I don’t need to arrange too much.”

Jiang Yan pursed her lips, feeling saddened.

Although it wasn’t a life-and-death parting, it was almost a lifetime of not seeing each other, which she found hard to accept at the moment.

Liu Xiaoyu also fell silent, “Don’t you want to change your plan? The current Supernatural World can’t do without you.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. The Supernatural World won’t exist in the future. As time goes by, the supernatural will become less and less in this world, until eventually, everything returns to its previous peaceful state. Perhaps, however, it might revive after sixty years.”

Yang Jian spoke while gazing out the window, as if he saw the changes in the future.

“Sixty years is too long. Whether we are dead or alive, how can we find you if we’re still around? Everything will change.” Liu Xiaoyu said.

“You don’t need to find me. In sixty years, when supernatural events appear again, just call my name, and I will appear.” Yang Jian slowly retracted his gaze and then looked at the group.

“This is a secret, only the three of you know it. If any of you happen to die one day, you can pass this secret on to your children or descendants, and it will still be useful.”

Jiang Yan immediately became a bit emotional and said, “I won’t get married, won’t have children. Even if I do, they would be your children. I know you’ve always thought I’m money-hungry and afraid of death, but my feelings for you have always been sincere; from the day the Furen Shopping Mall’s Headless Ghost Shadow incident happened until now, I’ve never changed.”

“Yang Jian, do you think I still have those normal human feelings? Marriage and childbirth have long ceased to exist in my life. I’ve told you this before.” Wang Shanshan glanced over.

Liu Xiaoyu also said, “I am a liaison officer for headquarters and an agent in Dachang City. I know too many secrets, and many of them have confidentiality periods exceeding a hundred years. So when I joined the headquarters, I had already pledged to dedicate my life to resolving Supernatural World matters, and thus I cannot marry—not just me, but other colleagues, too.”

Three different life experiences, but the same outcome.

Jiang Yan’s unattainable love, Wang Shanshan’s loss of normal emotions, Liu Xiaoyu’s lifelong dedication.

In this era of the supernatural, no one can live happily.

Yang Jian said nothing. He just glanced at the three of them, his gaze finally resting on Jiang Yan. “Actually, I’ve prepared a gift for you. Though it might be useless, it’s at least a token of my regard.”

As he spoke, crimson water surged under his feet, and within that water, a box was lifted by a pale hand.

Facing that creepy scene, the three appeared very calm, as if it was nothing unusual.

After all, the Water Ghost controlled by Yang Jian was more obedient than a dog—seemingly terrifying but not dangerous at all.

Yang Jian took out the box, opened it, revealing a pile of documents. He took them out and handed them to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan’s emotions stabilized a bit, and she subconsciously took them, instantly widening her eyes in surprise.

These documents were property transfer agreements and such, basically most of Yang Jian’s assets.

Wang Shanshan remained indifferent, “You actually left all the money to her?”

“Do you want it? I’ll give you a share, too. I’ve also left a share for Miao Xiaoshan before,” Yang Jian said with a smile.

“No need, I’m not interested in money, plus my family has plenty.” Wang Shanshan replied.

Yang Jian said, “Alright then.”

“I don’t want the money; I want you to stay.” At this moment, Jiang Yan was not concerned about the pile of documents but pleaded again.

Yang Jian shook his head and said, “I have things I must do. If you want to see me again, just live well. Maybe we’ll meet again in sixty years.”

“I’m leaving. Remember to say goodbye to Zhang Wei for me. Honestly, if there’s a chance, I still want to play games with him, since no one else can handle playing with me.”

He left a few words, then gently led the Ghost Child and walked into the third room.

“Yang Jian, wait.” Jiang Yan hurriedly rushed over, hoping to stop him one more time.

But when she entered the third room, Yang Jian was nowhere to be seen; only a glowing gold statue was there.

The statue looked exactly like Yang Jian, holding a golden spear in its hand.

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