The road had disappeared by now, and Yang Jian seemed to stand in a world full of souls.

The surroundings were endless, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Everywhere, souls wandered aimlessly, and over time, they gradually drew closer to Yang Jian.

Though these souls appeared unfamiliar, upon a closer look, Yang Jian realized that they were once very familiar people from the past; they were all dead, without exception, there wasn’t a single living person among them.

They were classmates, relatives, friends, and even enemies…

These were all people Yang Jian had known before, who had died for various reasons.

And only the dead could appear among these souls.

However, Yang Jian’s expression remained indifferent, facing the familiar faces among the souls. His face did not change in the slightest, not even when he cleaved Zhao Lei’s soul in two right on the spot, because he didn’t believe the dead could transform into souls and wander here.

He thought that the essence of all this was supernatural.

Most of these souls reflected the people most familiar in one’s heart; though they looked the same, these souls did not meet the standard of the deceased.

Only a fool would be deceived by these souls, convinced they are family.

Perhaps others could not see through this, or perhaps they could not pass the hurdle in their hearts, preferring to deceive themselves, seeing these eerie souls as their own family, willing even to wager on that sliver of hope, to lead the soul away from the road, confirming the legend of Baishui Town, allowing the soul to resurrect in this world as a living person once more.

But Yang Jian could assert, once people really intend to do this, they are greeted not with the resurrection of family, but with countless dangers approaching instead.

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Yang Jian observed the bisected body of ‘Zhao Lei’.

At this moment, this ‘Zhao Lei’ seemed thoroughly dead, motionless, blood covering the ground, the body turned ashen and dull. The eyes were blank and hollow, the corpse exhibited no anomaly, no signs of reanimation.

“After killing the soul, Zhao Lei ceases to appear among the other souls. This means henceforth, the chance of resurrecting Zhao Lei in my lifetime is gone for good, even if I return here, I suspect Zhao Lei will never appear again.”

Yang Jian drew this conclusion from observing the surroundings.

“If that’s truly the case, then should I kill the other souls as well?”

His gaze shifted to the other familiar faces.

Although he knew these were false, his heart was reluctant to extinguish this last trace of hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, if Baishui Town’s legend were true, if someone could indeed bring a soul off the road, then could the soul truly be resurrected?

Killing those he once knew would mean he himself has buried this last chance.

“Indeed, the hardest thing for a person to overcome is always the hurdle within themselves. Even with paranormal influences stripping me of emotions, the yearning remains in my heart, unwilling to watch some people die, even now feeling an urge to resurrect certain people.” Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes.

Scene after scene of past memories emerged, and the people in those memories continually surfaced.

The souls wandering around had also grown in number.

More and more familiar faces appeared among the souls, until finally, Yang Jian was completely surrounded by people from the past.

Among the crowd, he even spotted Wang Xiaoming.

Like the other souls, Wang Xiaoming was also expressionless, with vacant eyes, continually approaching.

Though their expressions revealed no emotion, all these souls reached out to Yang Jian, yearning for his aid, hoping he would free them from here, escape this damned place, and resurrect them.

Yet, Yang Jian remained motionless.

After cutting down Zhao Lei, deep in thought after some observation, his heart was caught in contemplation and resolution.

However, the souls didn’t allow much time for Yang Jian to think.

At this moment.

The surrounding souls crowded into a circle, enclosing Yang Jian in the center. They all reached out, trying to touch him.

Yang Jian remained with his eyes closed, pondering.

The extended hands were but centimeters away from him.

Yet just as they were about to make contact with Yang Jian, all the souls froze, their hands halted mid-air. The few centimeters became like an invisible barrier, stopping the souls from touching the people of reality.

This wasn’t due to any supernatural presence from Yang Jian, but because the souls themselves voluntarily halted.

Clearly.

The souls couldn’t break the barrier between life and death, it was a boundary that only the living could attempt to cross.

And crossing it required a hefty price.

“The dead are already gone, even if these souls truly could be resurrected here, all would have lost its meaning.” Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.

A determined glint shone within those eyes.

“I don’t need this chance for resurrection. If this issue isn’t resolved today, it will cause me turmoil in the future. Therefore, I might as well end it decisively today, ensuring none of these familiar souls ever appear before me again.”

He did not raise a split spear.

Instead, he abruptly opened the ghost eye.

The golden ghostly eyes appeared extremely bizarre, completely out of place against the eerie surroundings, and as soon as they opened, pale green Ghost Flames immediately flickered around.

The nearby souls were instantly ignited by the Ghost Flames and began to burn.

Within the light of the flames, familiar faces appeared before Yang Jian. He did not shy away at this moment but instead coldly stared at these former acquaintances.

“Rest in peace, don’t disturb my path anymore. You have been dead for a long time, so don’t appear in this world again.”

The skin of the souls began to char, and familiar faces started to become strange. Then the human faces began to melt, flesh gradually stripped away, until nothing was left but white bones, but even the bones were burning, as if the Ghost Flames would continue until there was nothing left of the souls.

The souls did not possess the ability to kill, nor were they dangerous, making them easy to handle.

The only peculiarity was the sheer number of souls, vast and endless, with no end in sight.

At this moment, Yang Jian’s heart was as cold as iron. With a single blaze, he personally sent off these former dead acquaintances, completely extinguishing any chance of their Resurrection.

And as the familiar people disappeared into the Ghost Flames, the souls that had gathered began to disperse, even those wandering from other places deliberately avoided his side.

Eventually, when the flames receded.

A roughly five-meter void remained around Yang Jian.

Within this range, not a single soul existed, and even if he tried to move a few steps forward, the souls ahead would actively stay away.

A person who severed all ties with the past, even the souls feared, not daring to approach.

Yet at this moment, Yang Jian was not happy; instead, he was reflecting on whether what he did was a mistake.

But everything that needed to be done was done.

Even if Yang Jian regretted it now, it was to no avail.

That was also his purpose, to handle everything decisively when he was the most rational, leaving no room for regret.

But at this moment, Liu Qi was not so fortunate.

He couldn’t be ruthless like Yang Jian, severing ties with the past; his eyes were slightly moist as he looked at each familiar acquaintance that appeared nearby, his heart a whirlwind of emotions.

Because Liu Qi had not been completely eroded by the supernatural, nor had he become an aberration like Yang Jian, he was destined not to escape the past.

“Seow Yang, I want to give it a try.” Liu Qi, gritting his teeth, seemed to have made up his mind, then reached out his hand.

“No, Liu Qi, I’ve never seen anyone who managed to leave here alive with a soul.” Seow Yang immediately understood Liu Qi’s intention and hurriedly stopped him.

Liu Qi said, “That’s because the ones trying were ordinary people, not ghost-handlers. If it’s a ghost-handler, there’s a chance. Besides, I’m not just any ghost-handler; I was nominated as a team captain at headquarters. I’m one of the top-tier ghost-handlers of this era. I think I can do it, and it’s just one soul. If I can’t, I’ll give up.”

“But what if I succeed? How do I know I’ll fail without trying?”

Like others, he believed he was special, believing in his potential to succeed.

Seow Yang’s expression changed; this scene was very similar to when he rescued his little sister back in the day. He knew from his own experience that in such a state, no one could persuade you otherwise.

“Fine, if you’re willing to take the gamble, then I’ll help you.” He thought of something, his eyes flickering, and finally, gritting his teeth, decided to join Liu Qi for another bout of madness.

All of it stemmed from an inner unwillingness.

If the two of them succeeded this time, it would mean he still had a chance to save his family.

“Thank you.” Liu Qi expressed his gratitude sincerely.

“Don’t thank me just yet. I have my own reasons; I also wish to know if this rumor is true. If you fail too, then at least I can give up the thought. Go ahead, let’s not waste any more time.” Seow Yang said.

The madness and obstinacy of the ghost-handlers once again took the upper hand.

Seow Yang also wanted to gamble.

Because in his sight, the familiar family members appeared once more, especially his little sister, who was clearly still a child, so adorable….

He dared not look too much, for fear that doing so would lead him to repeat past mistakes.

At this moment, Liu Qi’s moist eyes scanned the souls around him, finally stepping forward and grabbing one of the souls.

It was a middle-aged man.

It was also his father.

When the spiritual incidents happened following the death of his grandparents, if not for his father’s sacrifice, he wouldn’t have lived to this day.

“Dad, I want to resurrect you.” Liu Qi shouted silently in his heart, grabbing the soul’s hand tightly.

Although the hand was cold and devoid of any warmth, he was still extremely excited.

“Let’s go.”

With an unwilling shout, Liu Qi directly pulled the soul, turning away to leave.

The retreat was closest to the edge of the road.

Crossing the road would be farther away.

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