The next day, early morning.

Yang Jian, who returned to Guanjiang Community in Dachang City, only slept for a few hours before he woke up.

Lying in bed, he suddenly opened his eyes the moment he woke up.

The restlessness of Ghost Eye's resurrection has subsided after a day of suppression, which means that the problem of Ghost Eye's resurrection has been controlled this time, provided that he can no longer use the ability of Ghost Eye indiscriminately.

But if we want to continue investigating the ghost post office, it is obviously impossible to use the ghost's ability.

With a somewhat complicated mood.

Yang Jian got up and went to the bathroom.

But when he looked in the mirror in the bathroom, he saw that his eyes were still scarlet, with a faint red light.

His vision is normal.

But to outsiders, Yang Jian's eyes were obviously abnormal.

How could an ordinary person's eyes be scarlet and glowing?

"It seems that the erosion of oneself by the ghost eyes is irreversible. Even if the deceiving ghost in Huang Ziya's hand is used to restore the body, it cannot be restored. The deceiving ghost's ability cannot affect the places that have been eroded by the supernatural." Yang Jian touched it.

Eye.

Touching the eyeballs with fingers did not bring the stimulation as imagined.

Instead, it felt cold and numb, as if the eyes were not his own and had no feeling whatsoever.

If he continues like this, his eyes will be completely eroded and turned into a pair of ghost eyes.

In this way, his ghost eyes must be in a constantly open state, and there is no way to block them even if he closes his eyes.

After all, there is no way a living person's eyelids can block the sight of ghost eyes.

And that step.

It is estimated that we have reached the limit of recovery.

"Should we solve our own situation first, or should we hold on and continue to investigate the ghost post office?"

Yang Jian bathed in hot water, and the odor on his body was washed away, but in his mind he was planning what would happen next.

"The music box is still in my hand. If I encounter big trouble, I can open the music box and forcefully renew my life. Of course, I can also do nothing, interrupt the investigation of the ghost post office, and then stay in Dachang City and do not act randomly. As long as I stay conservative

If there are some, I can still maintain this state for a long time."

He closed his eyes slightly.

There are three paths before him now.

The first is to continue to look for ways to restrain the resurgence of the evil spirit.

The second is to investigate the ghost post office.

Third, if you stay in Dachang City, you can live as long as you want.

But the third way is definitely unreachable. Yang Jian still has the trading curse of the ghost closet. He needs to go to the old wooden house and open one of the doors within ninety days.

So, he couldn't stop.

"That is to say, I can only choose the first and second options." Yang Jian's thinking was very clear, and the ghost had little influence on his subtle transformation.

It's just that the emotions are missing, but the reason is always there.

"It is difficult to find a way to restrain the resurgence of ghost eyes. Almost all ghost controllers have been facing this problem. Although I went to the headquarters to find Wang Xiaoming and achieved some results, now I estimate that he will not be able to solve the problem of ghost eyes resurgence.

"

"After all, the curse of the music box is now needed to withstand the ghost eye's resurrection, which is indeed too difficult."

Yang Jian secretly thought in his heart: "Maybe... there are some secrets in the ghost post office that can restrain the resurgence of evil ghosts. The knocker is a person who has lived from the Republic of China to modern times, and if it doesn't work, I can still go and sit there

Get on that supernatural bus, and if everything goes well, I can complete the transaction with the ghost closet, and once the transaction is completed, I can make my own request."

"The situation is not as serious as imagined."

Think of this.

He felt a lot more relieved. At least he could still live well now, which was much better than before.

"Boom!"

Suddenly.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside the bathroom: "Mr. Yang, are you in there?"

outside the door.

Zhang Liqin asked slightly hesitantly and nervously. She heard the movement upstairs, so she hurriedly came over to take a look.

The security level of the community is very high.

She was not worried about a thief coming in, she was only worried about something supernatural happening in the house, in which case she would immediately run out and call for help.

"It's me, I'm taking a shower." Yang Jian's voice came.

Zhang Liqin breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that everything was fine.

"Mr. Yang, do you want me to go in and rub your back?"

Suddenly she smiled softly again and said with a bit of temptation.

"No, you came just in time. Go to my room and wait for me. I have a new file to create. You can record it for me."

Yang Jian also ordered that he write down what happened as a routine, and this time the matter of Fushouyuan and the ghost post office were very important.

"Oh well."

Zhang Liqin responded and then left with peace of mind.

After taking a shower.

After letting Zhang Liqin record the new file information, Yang Jian took her to drive to the company.

"Where's Jiang Yan? We haven't seen her for three days and she's gone?"

On the way, Yang Jian started to ask about the situation as he suddenly remembered something.

"She is at the company. When she got off work yesterday, the company had made more than a dozen investments for some unknown reason, and the amounts were staggering. Some of them were well-known large companies abroad. Because things were sudden, Jiang Yan chose to work overtime, and then

Just stay at the company." Zhang Liqin sat in the passenger seat and said softly.

She wore a long knitted dress today, looking mature and charming, and her proud figure was enough to attract the attention of any passerby on the road.

However, Zhang Liqin's eyes kept wandering around Yang Jian, as if she wanted to be admired by him a few more times.

However, Yang Jian just said to himself: "Last night? I probably understand what happened."

Yesterday evening was when he and Ye Zhen were fighting.

Counting the time, these so-called sudden investments must have appeared after he won.

But these are just icing on the cake, and Yang Jian doesn't care too much.

After all, he no longer lacks money.

"Help me contact Li Yang, Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya and the rest of them on my mobile phone, and ask them to come to my office, including Zhang Han." Yang Jian took out his mobile phone again and handed it over.

"Okay, okay."

Zhang Liqin stroked her hair beside her ears, took the phone, and nodded.

Arrive at Shang Tong Building.

"Hello, Mr. Yang."

"Mr. Yang."

Employees entering and leaving the company kept saying hello to Yang Jian.

The popularity of Dachang City has recovered a lot, and this is the first place to bear the brunt. Now there are many office workers in Shangtong Building, and all departments are operating quickly.

Zhang Liqin followed closely, and walked with Yang Jian to the exclusive elevator leading to the top floor amid the envious and jealous eyes of many young female employees.

Although on the surface she is Yang Jian's secretary.

But everyone knows that the relationship between her and Yang is extraordinary.

"Mr. Yang, they said they would be here in about half an hour." In the elevator, Zhang Liqin reported what happened just now.

Yang Jian nodded.

"By the way, Mr. Yang, there is one more thing." Suddenly, Zhang Liqin said hesitantly.

"What's up?"

Zhang Liqin looked at Yang Jian with a strange look in her eyes, with a hint of resentment: "A woman came to Shangtong Building to see you the day before yesterday. It was the person you mentioned last time, named Chen Shumei. Zhang Hua was responsible for the reception.

Currently living in an apartment in the building.”

Chen Shumei?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.
To be continued...