Chapter 1206 415: Immunity, an Experiment

Or rather, this isn't the kind of situation that requires a specific ability to deal with.

After a rapid thought process, Wen Yan quietly waited.

When the Old Ghost approached, Wen Yan spoke.

"Old man, is there anything you need help with?"

The Old Ghost slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Wen Yan.

"Are you the one who can make decisions?"

"Yes."

The next moment, the Old Ghost blinked and appeared before him, the shoes in his hand now worn on his feet, and he reached into Wen Yan's chest with one hand.

Then he paused there, motionless.

Wen Yan looked down at the Old Ghost's hand, indeed it ignored defenses, ignored the vest he was wearing, didn't even damage his clothes, like a phantom, directly piercing into his body.

After a few seconds, the Old Ghost remained motionless, his expression unchanged.

Wen Yan paused in silence.

It's a bug...

Clearly, the Old Ghost had no self-awareness, running like a program.

When no one paid him attention, he just walked his path, as soon as someone made any attempt to stop him, whether extending a hand or standing in front, or even just asking a question, it would automatically trigger the Old Ghost's inquiry.

After asking the question, no matter the answer, yes or no, or something else, even if not answered, it would automatically trigger the next phase.

But now, inside Wen Yan's body, there was no Soul, causing the Old Ghost to be stuck here.

Obviously, what he needed to do now, during execution, never considered the possibility of a living person having no soul.

Wen Yan waited a few seconds, then took a step back, allowing the Old Ghost's hand to retract from his chest.

The Old Ghost stood motionless, glanced at his raised hand, and slowly lowered it.

The next moment, he reached into his own chest, excavating a semi-transparent heart, his other hand grabbing Wen Yan's hand and placing it on that heart.

In an instant, Wen Yan saw everything around him change.

This familiar feeling, Wen Yan took a single glance and immediately understood it was a place like a dream; he instantly awakened and regained his consciousness.

The Old Ghost stood opposite him, his cloudy eyes looking at him.

"You can make decisions, then I'll tell you."

The next moment, everything around began to twist, some areas were clear, becoming increasingly vague towards the outside.

The surroundings transformed into a temple, first-person perspective.

Prostrate on the ground, gazing at the deity statue on the altar, persuasively advising.

"Do not believe their ghostly words, there's certainly something wrong, seriously wrong inside.

For decades, we've watched the circumstances before us change.

It gets harder further on, what's said about the Celestial Court is impossible.

Besides the Officials of Divine Land, Divine Enthronement is not possible.

Years of cultivation and accumulation, one wrong step, and it's an irrecoverable realm."

A voice appeared beside him.

"Such an opportunity, there can't be another chance, someone has succeeded, so there's definitely an opportunity.

Even being just a small deity, having experienced The Last Dharma and endured dormancy here.

Because I am the weakest kind, I awoke decades earlier.

Upon awakening, I found you immediately.

If it succeeds, I'll take you with me."

The Temple Keeper remained prostrate on the ground, his voice more complex.

"I don't want those things; I just don't want you to fall into the Abyss, their words can't be trusted, must not be trusted." The Temple Keeper's voice carried urgency.

The scene dispersed with the wind; Wen Yan could even feel the vanished scene, like the other memories sacrificed by the Temple Keeper, had completely vanished.

Smoke drifted in, coalescing into another scene.

A man wearing a leather jacket stood opposite the Temple Keeper.

Wen Yan immediately saw the man wearing a vest under the leather jacket, still a Scorching Sun Department standard vest, this man belonged to Scorching Sun Department.

"There's no such thing as completely risk-free; if there were no risk at all, it wouldn't be your turn.

There's already been one experiment here, and it's currently very successful.

Do you know about the Ghost Wealth God?

If you don't believe, you can check it out yourself; there's a local Ghost Wealth God.

As a Ghost, they established a temple, truly completed the identity transformation.

Relevant functions are also established.

And it's not just one or two, as far as I know, there are nearly a hundred now, scattered across the Divine Land.

Maybe by next month, there'll be two hundred.

This experiment is very successful.

You can investigate yourself anywhere; I'm just here to deliver a message; this is the last chance."

The scene gradually blurred, breaking into smoke, another scene shifted.

Smoke had yet to coalesce into a scene when fine rain appeared here, and under the rain's wash, the smoke churned restlessly, unable to consolidate into a scene again.

Gradually, the fine rain turned to moderate rain, then heavy rain, the entire world turning into a realm of heavy rain, massive rainfall accumulating into an ocean.

Wen Yan and the Old Ghost were both swept in, submerged within.

A glow radiated on Wen Yan's hand, as the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman on him lit up, but standing beside him, the Old Ghost, vanished with the smoke as he was swallowed by the storm.

The next moment, Wen Yan felt himself beginning to fall.

His eyes closed and opened, he returned to reality.

The Old Ghost before him, as if formed of smoke, was being battered by rain, bit by bit disappearing.

Along with the disappearing Old Ghost were Wen Yan's memories regarding the Old Ghost.

Upon realizing this, Wen Yan immediately pulled out his phone and informed the Black Box.

"Immediately record everything related to this matter, break it for storage."

The Old Ghost gradually dispersed, and Wen Yan completely forgot about the Old Ghost; he merely remembered receiving a notification to deal with a troublesome Ghost, and now this Ghost was dissipating in front of him.

He looked down, seeing only a pair of shoes, a very ordinary pair of cloth shoes.

He picked them up and immediately returned to the back, where the Scorching Sun Department's assistive personnel were.

He didn't ponder too much and instantly picked up the notebook shown to him by the Field Agent earlier.

The notebook recorded many things, but lacked any information related to the other person's identity.

Wen Yan rubbed his head, still aware he'd forgotten many things, like how this Ghost actually died.

He looked at the still-visible reminder, rereading it several times.

He knew what this feeling was; though something had just happened, he couldn't recall the details, because Feng Yao had just described this feeling to him in detail two days ago.

And he clearly remembered, Feng Yao couldn't recall, but he remembered clearly.

Then, he took out his phone and took a look at the saved image.

The picture showed a large ship, a gigantic grotesque octopus entwined around the ship.

With just one glance, Wen Yan felt a wave of nauseating discomfort flood his heart, a particular urge to vomit.

In this state, some vanished scenes, accompanied by this nauseating discomfort, seemed like someone was directly vomiting into his mind.