Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1266 - 1233: Wang Xiaoming Logs Off
The human-skin parchment isn’t a supernatural object, but a person?
Hearing these words from Wang Xiaoming’s mouth made Yang Jian feel very surprised.
A mysterious human skin could never possibly be associated with the identity of a person.
“You think the human-skin parchment is a person, so what’s your reasoning?” Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed, continuing to press on.
Wang Xiaoming said, “First, you’ve fallen into a misconception. In the paranormal circle, the definition of a person has become blurred. What kind of existence do you think can be considered a person? A living body? An independent consciousness? If both are needed to be considered a person, then do you count as a person now or a ghost?”
“After all, your current physical state is almost no different from a corpse, but you’re still alive, aren’t you?”
“The human-skin might be a supernatural object, but it could also be a person, the two are not mutually exclusive.”
Yang Jian’s eyes subtly moved, quickly understanding Wang Xiaoming’s words: “So, the human-skin parchment is a ghost handler existing in the form of human skin? The skin is like the body, and the text that appears on it is the consciousness, just not in human form.”
“That’s correct, but that’s only the first definition,” Wang Xiaoming said.
“The first definition? There’s a second?” Yang Jian asked further.
Wang Xiaoming continued, “When you accept the first definition, abandoning the concept that being a person requires a human form, the second concept is that, naturally, the mind of the living constantly suffers paranormal influences, and personal behaviors change. Over time, if one’s actions become more like those of an evil spirit, then are they a person or a ghost?”
“The consciousness of a living person, the behavior of an evil spirit? Should a person be judged by consciousness or behavior?” Yang Jian frowned.
“You’ve summarized it well. Personally, I think if one has human behaviors, they are a person, even if they don’t exist in human form. If a person consistently retains ghostly behaviors, even if they have a human mindset, I still consider them a ghost, and the human-skin parchment you are probing is the latter.”
“To put it simply, it’s a conscious person, but it maintains ghostly behavior, making it a very dangerous existence,” Wang Xiaoming said.
Yang Jian slightly squinted his eyes: “So, this is the secret of the human-skin parchment? A ghost handler existing as human skin but deeply corrupted by the supernatural, acting more like an evil spirit.”
“That’s how it is.”
Wang Xiaoming said, “This shouldn’t be difficult for you to understand. Li Jun is a great example; although he died, Ah Hong painted him out. Even though he’s a ghost, he still upholds Li Jun’s behavioral philosophy, so we still define him as a person.”
“In fact, if truly judged, Li Jun is a ghost because you can’t find any human traits in him anymore. The human-skin parchment is just the opposite, the only difference being that it harbors the supernatural power of knowing the future.”
“Its predictions and speculations are very accurate and extend beyond mere minutes or hours to months, even a year or two. If you can use it well, you could control the future.”
Yang Jian was rapidly thinking in his mind at that moment.
He recalled the various signs on the human-skin parchment before.
Indeed.
The human-skin parchment seemed to have a living person’s consciousness, capable of being threatened by him and voicing some impending futures, but those futures were not definitive, just speculations, which you can change.
“So, the human-skin parchment, who is its identity? Who was it when alive?” Yang Jian continued to ask.
Wang Xiaoming lightly coughed, “I don’t know. Maybe someone who failed to control an evil spirit, perhaps a ghost handler from the Republic of China period, or maybe a survivor who lived on by a special means against the evil spirits… The identity isn’t important; what’s important is that you know its current identity.”
“It’s very interesting. I have a premonition that you’ll need it soon since the paranormal of Ghost Lake isn’t that easy to steal. Your body won’t last long, and in an unavoidable situation, you need the human-skin parchment to deduce a survival path for you.”
“So, by all means, keep it, don’t feed it to your Little Hungry Ghost.”
Yang Jian said, “Its ideas could very likely get me killed.”
“It’s just a possibility. As long as it still adheres to ghostly behavior, it’s unlikely to lie, because ghosts act according to rules, and lying violates those rules, so its content must be real, at most hiding a few key pieces of information,” Wang Xiaoming said.
“Your speculation is quite good,” Yang Jian nodded.
The human-skin parchment is indeed like this, with no lies, just concealing key information, subtly causing trouble, but if you can notice it, you can exploit it.
“Since you’re satisfied with the answer, our transaction this time is considered complete, right?” Wang Xiaoming said.
Yang Jian said, “I suppose so; your answer has been very enlightening, though I still need to verify it.”
“Then we should discuss the second matter.”
Wang Xiaoming controlled his electric wheelchair to come over.
“What matter? The Captain meeting, or the issue of Gao Ming’s death as responsible?” Yang Jian said.
Wang Xiaoming said, “Neither, it’s about my brother Wang Xiaoqiang.”
“Your brother Wang Xiaoqiang?” Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed.
Next moment.
Bam!
A gunshot suddenly rang out, echoing through the old community.
“What’s going on.”
Shen Liang, not far away and paying attention to the movement, immediately rushed over with his people upon hearing the commotion.
His pupils shrank as he saw the shooter.
It was Wang Xiaoming sitting in a wheelchair, and the target of the shooting was Yang Jian standing in front of him.
A bullet hole appeared precisely on Yang Jian’s forehead, but what seeped from the hole was not blood but the gushing cold water of the lake.
“Bang!”
Immediately, a second gunshot rang out.
Yang Jian was hit again.
But soon, the third, fourth… seven shots in total, each hitting Yang Jian precisely, not a single miss.
After seven shots, Wang Xiaoming stopped.
Because he was out of bullets.
Yang Jian’s expression remained calm. Even with seven bullets in him, he stood steadily and unmoved, only asking, “What does this mean?”
“You know, my younger brother and I used to live in this neighborhood.”
Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath, his hand holding the gun trembling, because his body could barely hold on anymore, even firing the gun was a struggle.
“There were many kids in the neighborhood back then, and my brother was often bullied by others. But every time, I would stand up for him, help him teach those kids a lesson… Maybe I took care of him too well, which made him rebellious and immature as he grew up, often causing trouble.”
“The last time he caused trouble, I couldn’t help him, and then you killed him. But I’m still his brother, so I’ve always wanted to avenge him, cough cough.”
He coughed violently, releasing the long-suppressed emotions and hatred.
“Actually, I’ve had many chances to kill you, but I couldn’t do it because reason told me my brother was a criminal. He deserved to die, and you’re a very important ghost handler at the headquarters. I can’t let personal hatred ruin a top ghost handler.”
“With you alive, many can live. If you die, many will die.”
“So I’ve been waiting for a chance, a chance where you betray the headquarters, make a mistake, fall from grace, so I could kill you openly for my brother’s revenge.”
Wang Xiaoming tightly gripped the empty gun, his pale hand veins bulging, his heart full of agitation.
“But I can’t wait anymore. My life is ending soon, and today is my last chance for revenge. I don’t want to leave with regret.”
“I see, if you were going to act, at least you should have used Gold bullets, not ordinary ones.”
Yang Jian opened his palm, revealing seven bullet heads, then lightly shook them off to the ground, while the bullet holes on his body quickly healed, soon restoring as if nothing had happened.
Wang Xiaoming forced a smile, “It’s the same result, isn’t it?”
“That’s right. Also, I want to ask you if my position as Enforcement Captain counts?” Yang Jian said.
“It counts, always counts.” Wang Xiaoming nodded, sincerely.
Then Yang Jian turned and said, “Shen Liang, if someone attacks an Enforcement Captain, what should be done according to headquarters’ rules?”
Shen Liang’s expression changed slightly, hesitating, not knowing how to answer.
“Speak.” Yang Jian demanded.
“Wielding a gun and attacking an Enforcement Captain, according to headquarters’ rules, should be… execution.” Shen Liang gritted his teeth, his heart trembling. He couldn’t believe such a thing happened, that Wang Xiaoming actually attacked Yang Jian.
This was a serious matter.
“Very well.” Yang Jian said.
Then a pool of water appeared at his feet, bubbling up.
A golden, cracked long spear emerged from the water. Yang Jian grabbed it, turned it mid-air, pointing the firewood knife-embedded back at Wang Xiaoming. This side was not supernatural, it was Gold, it was metal. Though the knife back was rather thick, it was enough for an ordinary person.
“Let me send you on your way.” Yang Jian said.
“Thank you…” Wang Xiaoming smiled, a look of relief appearing.
Before he finished speaking, he heard a whistling sound in his ear.
No pain.
Wang Xiaoming immediately felt everything spin for a moment.
A head instantly parted from its neck, rolling down.
Hot blood spurted, staining the emaciated, pale body in the wheelchair red.
“Yang Jian, stop…”
Shen Liang rushed frantically, leaped onto Yang Jian, grabbing his arm, trying to stop the falling blade.
But it was too late.
Yang Jian, without any hesitation, had truly killed Wang Xiaoming.
Shen Liang stood in shock, horrified, “No, you can’t kill him, he was Professor Wang.”
“No one is beyond killing. Besides, I am Yang Jian, Enforcement Captain Yang Jian.” Yang Jian said coldly and calmly.
“It’s over, big trouble is ahead.”
That’s the only thought in Shen Liang’s mind at this moment.
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