At this moment, in reality.

On the top floor of Shangtong Tower in Dachang City.

Today, the ones on duty are Li Yang and Wang Yong.

Even though it’s work hours, they’re essentially idling in the office, after all, not much supernatural activity has occurred in Dachang City recently. Although the Ghost Lake incident has had an impact here, Yang Jian has already gone to handle it. In addition, there are incidents about a black Ghost Umbrella and Ghost Blood in the outskirts of Dachang City.

These two matters can’t be resolved for now; they can only be temporarily put aside, sealing off the supernatural areas to ensure no casualties occur.

“Li Yang, did you hear that? It seems like there’s some noise coming from that room,” said Wang Yong, who was drinking tea, suddenly turning around and staring at a door in the office.

That is the door to the office’s security room.

Inside, there are two things: the Ghost Mirror and a coffin.

“I heard it.”

Li Yang’s eyes flickered slightly, and he stood up: “If I’m not mistaken, it sounds like a dog barking.”

“I thought I was hearing things. How could there be a dog in the office? Now that you’ve mentioned it too, it must be true; there’s indeed a dog in that room. Should we open the door and take a look?” Wang Yong asked.

Li Yang thought for a moment and gestured: “I’ll go check. You stay alert.”

“Okay,” Wang Yong nodded.

Li Yang walked over to the door. He didn’t use any supernatural power to force the door open as it’s a security room, and any damage would require repairs.

He simply used ordinary means to open the door.

“Woof!”

The room was dark, and just before he stepped inside, a beast-like growl came from within. It was indeed an Evil Hound snarling.

Li Yang was prepared to respond, yet when he turned on the light, there was nothing inside the room.

He faintly heard a dog’s growl but didn’t see any sign of it.

“The coffin is open.” Li Yang glanced around.

Somehow, the coffin had been opened, yet there was nothing inside. He remembered there was a corpse inside the coffin, a fierce ghost that, for some reason, had fallen into a slumber, unable to awaken, undergoing an incomprehensible transformation.

But now.

The ghost was gone, yet the coffin was open.

“What’s going on?” Wang Yong asked outside the door: “I didn’t feel any ghost come out.”

“There’s no ghost inside,” Li Yang frowned, confused.

They both checked repeatedly several times, only finding a Ghost Mirror and an open coffin.

The coffin was an ordinary wooden one, nothing special about it.

Finally, they exercised their detective instincts but could only find a few strands of black hair inside the coffin.

“This isn’t human hair,” Li Yang said, holding those strands of black hair.

“Get someone to examine it, and we’ll know,” Wang Yong suggested.

“Involving supernatural stuff in testing might not be useful. I’ll ask someone,”

Li Yang took the black hairs out, closed the room door, and called Yang Jian’s secretary, Zhang Liqin.

“Zhang Liqin, contact Doctor Chen and have him come over to identify what this is.”

“Sure, sure, I’ll contact him right away.”

Zhang Liqin was cautious, fearing Li Yang. Although she was Yang Jian’s secretary, compared to a true ghost handler, she was nothing.

Soon, she brought Doctor Chen over.

Doctor Chen arrived promptly with an assistant, took a brief look, and concluded: “This is dog hair, from a sizable wolfdog.”

Dog hair appeared in the coffin, yet no dog was seen.

For a moment, everyone in the office was baffled.

No one knew what Yang Jian had put in the coffin or what he had done; it all seemed like a mystery.

“Maybe Jiang Yan knows something. Last time, she went back home with President Yang, and then this coffin appeared,” Zhang Liqin cautiously suggested.

“Enough,” Li Yang interrupted her.

“We end it here. Don’t investigate further. We’ll know once the captain is back. Also, stop speculating. Any information about the captain is confidential; leaking it recklessly will be deadly.”

He then gave Zhang Liqin a cold glance.

This was a warning.

“Understood,” Zhang Liqin quickly shut her mouth.

The matter ended here.

Shangtong Tower returned to normal, only a few people knew the coffin in Yang Jian’s office safety room was open, and a dog was missing.

But the missing dog didn’t exist in reality; it only existed in Yang Jian’s memory.

Yet, somehow, the dog in his memory could invade reality through some medium.

To some extent, it was quite similar to Shen Lin, but not entirely the same.

Now in the world of memories.

This was Yang Jian during his first year in high school, acting just like an ordinary person, playing mobile games with Zhang Wei and his classmates.

However, in the middle of the playground.

A long-haired, soaking wet, pale-skinned fierce ghost stood motionless, holding a red axe.

Nearby, a group of large, pitch-black, fang-baring Evil Hounds surrounded the ghost.

Moreover, every now and then, the number of wolfdogs would increase by a few.

Seemingly endless.

Currently, at least twenty wolfdogs were gathered around the ghost.

The ghost and the Evil Hounds were in a standoff.

But this standoff didn’t last long.

“They’re about to make a move,” Shen Lin sensed a signal of danger.

This was an instinctive premonition.

Sure enough.

The next moment.

A massive wolf dog took action first, with a low growl, it lunged at the vengeful ghost, aiming to tear it to shreds in this world of memory.

The ghost was not so simple.

The vengeful ghost from Ghost Lake could even maneuver Shen Lin, and invade Yang Jian’s memory four years later, clearly terrifying beyond measure.

The ghost retaliated, this form of counterattack was an embodiment of supernatural battle, innate to vengeful ghosts, unrelated to survival.

An eerie axe raised, slashing at the lunging wolf dog.

The axe was a supernatural artifact; merely hitting its mark, the wolf dog instantly toppled over, its body split open, lying motionless on the ground before gradually dissipating from view.

In an instant clash, the ghost prevailed.

“The ghost holding my axe is not so easy to deal with, can the dogs from Yang Jian’s memory win?” Shen Lin couldn’t help but feel concerned seeing this.

However, before his worries could begin, immediately.

Another wolf dog came charging in.

The ghost was cold and numb, wielding the axe; the wolf dog was repelled once more, then vanished from sight.

Yet, the situation did not improve.

Suddenly, all the surrounding wolf dogs charged at the vengeful ghost, burying and engulfing it in an instant.

The sounds of snarling and low growls echoed continuously.

But the ghost was also resisting, however, dreadful wounds started appearing on its body, similarly, more wolf dogs were struck down by the axe, dying on the spot.

No matter how many wolf dogs died, only more would appear around.

Pressing forward one after another, endlessly infinite.

This was a clash of top-tier supernatural power.

The vengeful ghost from Ghost Lake invading memory versus the infinitely resetting Ghost Dream.

“These dogs can actually reset?” Shen Lin was astounded again.

He noticed these details; if it were merely wolf dogs attacking the vengeful ghost, they would surely decrease significantly with every chop.

Yet such a situation did not occur, instead, the number of dead wolf dogs could not keep pace with the increasing numbers.

As a team leader handling numerous supernatural incidents, Shen Lin quickly deduced that these evil hounds must surely reset.

Infinite reset.

What terrifying supernatural ability!

“Yang Jian absolutely cannot control such an evil hound, someone must have helped him store this evil hound within his memory.” Shen Lin felt envy and jealousy at this moment.

But the confrontation continued.

The vengeful ghost, swallowed by a group of evil hounds, was still fighting back. It was a vengeful ghost, unafraid, unyielding, and undying.

These black wolf dogs were vengeful ghosts too, neither retreating nor dying, even resetting.

On the silent playground.

The dogs and ghost were locked in a fierce battle.

The ghost was torn to bloody shreds, broken and incomplete, while the wolf dogs were struck down by the axe, dying instantly.

This was not an evenly matched confrontation but rather a crushing pursuit.

Unless the ghost withdrew from Yang Jian’s memory, it would suffer endless attacks from the evil hounds.

“The ghost from Ghost Lake lost; although it gained an advantage invading Yang Jian’s memory, it also had a shortfall: it couldn’t manifest Ghost Lake within the memory.”

Shen Lin understood, the ghost invaded him, took control of his ability, at the same time abandoning its greatest advantage.

Ghost Lake could exist in the actual supernatural world, but not within memory.

Finally.

The balance of confrontation completely tilted.

An evil hound bit, tearing off a ghost’s arm and flinging it far away.

The pale arm, devoid of any blood color, was riddled with holes, tattered and messy, with a blood-spattered, eerie axe clutched tightly in its mangled hand.

Having lost an arm, and having lost the ghost axe that could easily slay evil hounds, the ghost was powerless to fight back.

Normal people would retreat at this point, abandoning the invasion of Yang Jian’s memory.

But the ghost was not normal people.

The ghost still attempted to kill Yang Jian, still fighting back, though with no hope, the ghost would not stop.

Thus, this only led to a more broken outcome.

Yang Jian, present in the playground, was utterly unaware of everything happening here, and continued playing games without witnessing this scene.

However, in reality.

Yang Jian on the small boat conspicuously felt something amiss at that moment.

He was soaking wet, water constantly dripping off him.

“Something’s wrong, my body is being eroded.” Yang Jian’s face changed drastically, sensing the changes within himself.

“Splash!”

The small boat suddenly sank, where Yang Jian stood, even the small black boat couldn’t support his weight, and it was forcibly pressed below the water surface.

“Yang Jian, what’s wrong.” Li Jun immediately asked.

The bodies on the lake surface were nearly cleared, all thrown into the Ping’an Tower by Yang Jian, the crisis seemingly alleviated.

“Not sure, Shen Lin’s side had an issue, he carried a ghost to invade my memory but got destroyed by me… after that, he said he wanted to invade deeper into my memory, yet I didn’t acquire new memories, but I believe everything is related to him.” Yang Jian frowned deeply.

He attempted to reboot himself.

The reboot was successful, but the body’s erosion continued.

“Bad, the boat is sinking.” Leuk San shouted loudly.

Seemingly due to Yang Jian’s sudden weight increase, the Ghost Ship reached its limit, started leaking, continuously sinking, and this process was already irreversible, a substantial amount of lake water had submerged the vessel.