“Make me a cup of green tea, please.”

Guanjiang Residential Complex, at Yang Jian’s home.

Sitting casually on the sofa, Sister Hong, dressed in a red cheongsam, smiled and said to Zhang Liqin.

Zhang Liqin felt that the smile was cold and devoid of warmth, sending a chill down her spine. After all, this person had just threatened Yang Jian, saying she would kill both herself and Jiang Yan.

She said nothing and simply performed her duties, serving a cup of tea to Sister Hong before leaving.

“This tea is quite bad, it tastes off. Seems she doesn’t like me and used the worst tea leaves to entertain me. A bit petty.” Sister Hong picked up the cup, sipped lightly, then commented.

Yang Jian said, “You are an unwelcome guest. It’s already quite polite not to spit in your tea.”

“True.” Sister Hong put down the teacup.

“You timed your visit well. I just handled the Wishing Ghost incident yesterday and managed to take two days off. Yet you showed up today. You must have been watching me for a while, just waiting for the right time to appear.” Yang Jian stared at her and said.

Sister Hong smiled faintly, “I didn’t deliberately watch you. By appearing at a relatively idle time, you won’t be overly hostile. If I appeared during your dealings with supernatural events, you’d probably attack without hesitation.”

“You should learn from the owner of that herbal medicine shop, slowly exit the stage and depart, instead of lingering in this world.” Yang Jian said.

Sister Hong replied, “Everyone has their own things to do, and I’m no exception. My resurrection isn’t a coincidence, but a necessity, planned long ago. There are more than just me swapping bodies. You’ll encounter them eventually, and you’ve already come across one, haven’t you?”

“In your hometown, the woman named Yang Yuan, she has lived through three lifetimes.”

Yang Jian’s gaze slightly shifted, “You really know a lot. Have you been watching me, or is it because of this thing?”

Saying this, he lifted his arm.

A noticeable bracelet on Yang Jian’s wrist, originally black, was dyed red as if soaked in blood.

“I didn’t expect you to keep it. I thought you’d find a way to remove it.” Sister Hong seemed slightly surprised.

Given Yang Jian’s abilities, he could now remove this bracelet.

“I can still take it off now.” Yang Jian said.

Sister Hong advised, “I suggest you keep it. You’ll need it someday. But I didn’t come for the bracelet; I’ve come for something else.”

“What is it?” Yang Jian directly asked.

“I need your assistance. The older generation is almost gone. I couldn’t find any other acquaintances, so I thought you’re the most suitable. After all, you’re the most outstanding ghost controller in the supernatural realm nowadays.” Sister Hong smiled and said.

Yang Jian said, “I’m not helping. Find someone else. I’m not interested in your affairs.”

He refused outright.

“There’s compensation; I won’t let you help for free.” Sister Hong said.

“I’m afraid I’ll earn it without having the chance to spend it. Even a top-notch ghost controller from the Republic of China Period like you couldn’t handle it. Helping you is essentially seeking death.” Yang Jian remained rational and clear-headed.

With some regret, Sister Hong said, “The top-notch ghost controller you mentioned was named Zhang Youhong during the Republic of China Period. In this lifetime, I’m Sister Hong, not the same person; don’t confuse us.”

“Is there a difference?” Yang Jian asked.

“A big difference. Zhang Youhong lived in the Republic of China while I live now, and I resurrected in Leuk Qingqing’s body. Although my consciousness dominates, Leuk Qingqing’s memories are mixed with mine, making me neither Zhang Youhong nor Leuk Qingqing, but Sister Hong.” Sister Hong explained seriously.

“If there’s a third lifetime, I’ll be neither Zhang Youhong, nor Leuk Qingqing, nor Sister Hong, but a new identity.”

“With each resurrection comes a new identity and person, no longer that original pure Zhang Youhong. But I’m only living my second life, so the differences aren’t that evident.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian seemed thoughtful, grasping Sister Hong’s method of continuous living.

Regaining his senses, he noticed Jiang Yan standing in the living room.

Jiang Yan stood there somewhat uneasy, wanting to say something but hesitant to approach and interrupt.

“Is there a problem?” Yang Jian asked.

Jiang Yan quickly said, “It’s a call from Liu Xiaoyu. She mentioned an urgent situation at headquarters.”

“What urgent situation? The Hungry Ghost incident?” Yang Jian asked.

“No, not the Hungry Ghost incident. Headquarters conveyed that a captain might have met misfortune and was killed.” Jiang Yan looked at Sister Hong, seemingly debating whether to mention it.

Sister Hong smiled, “I have no interest in your headquarters’ matters.”

Yang Jian frowned, “A captain died? Killed by someone? Could it be another conflict between Leuk San and He Yiner?”

He promptly suspected it to be between Leuk San and He Yiner, given they were the only two captains with a major grudge.

“Did Liu Xiaoyu mention which captain died? Just say it; such news won’t be hidden for long. Once known, it is known.” Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan then said, “Liu Xiaoyu mentioned a captain active abroad, named Zhang Jun.”

“Him?” Yang Jian recalled.

This captain didn’t attend the last meeting, investigating the King Organization abroad, and was the one who reported the third Coffin Nail message.

“Tell Liu Xiaoyu I’m aware of this matter,” Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan nodded and left.

Yang Jian wasn’t overly concerned about a captain’s death; people dying in the realm of the supernatural wasn’t uncommon, nor was losing a captain big news. What mattered to him was the series of changes triggered by the death of this unfamiliar captain.

“Seems I’ve come at a bad time, another trouble cropped up. Since that’s the case, I won’t disturb you; see you again next time.” Sister Hong rose to leave.

“Sit down.”

Yang Jian’s gaze shifted, commanding, “I don’t like riddles. Since you’re here, why not say everything before leaving?”

“You refuse to help; there’s no point in saying it.” Sister Hong replied, then smiled brightly, “But telling you is fine. I need to take a bus somewhere and need someone to control that bus. If you help, I can tell you how to drive the bus and clean the curse from the red scissors you hold.”

“Drive a bus?” Yang Jian was surprised, not expecting Sister Hong wanted him as a driver.

Thinking it through, it made sense.

The supernatural bus driver isn’t easy to be, and few in the realm meet the requirements.

Even Yang Jian didn’t know if he could drive the supernatural bus.

“No wonder you feel you have reason to convince me. The weight of the supernatural bus is indeed heavy.” Yang Jian wasn’t as firm in his refusal and was somewhat tempted.

If he could learn to drive the supernatural bus, it wouldn’t just be a small help.

Not to mention, Sister Hong offered a way to clean the curse from Ghost Scissors.

Seeing Yang Jian’s attitude shift, Sister Hong added, “Driving the supernatural bus is risky, but I believe you can handle it. Moreover, this is a golden opportunity for you, isn’t it? None of the new ghost controllers can be the bus driver. If you accomplish it, you’ll determine the era’s direction, marking a new age for you in the future.”

“You’re tempting me, but my trust in you isn’t high. You need to tell me how to remove the Ghost Scissors’ curse first to show your sincerity.” Yang Jian said.

“I can do that; does that mean you agree?” Sister Hong smiled.

Yang Jian said, “It depends on whether your method is true.”

Sister Hong didn’t hide it, “The method is simple. Wash the scissors in the blood pool on the outskirts, and all the curses intertwined with them will vanish.”

“That simple?” Yang Jian frowned.

Sister Hong smiled and said, “Yes, that simple.”

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