The style of the banquet is the traditional island style.

In the spacious banquet hall, a group of people kneel at their respective tables, each table is placed with a variety of fresh, exquisite food, and next to each side is accompanied by a sweet-looking woman wearing a kimono, who is responsible for pouring sake and serving dishes for guests.

Yang Jian didn't like to kneel either, he sat cross-legged in his position, supporting his knees with one hand and his head with the other, and looked at everyone at this banquet very flamboyantly.

Keiko knelt beside her, bowing her head slightly, not daring to look at anyone here, as if she had invisibly formed a sense of class.

Not many people are eligible for this banquet.

Yang Jian glanced at the table, and there were a total of fifteen sheets, and there were only fourteen people besides him.

Among them were President Mishima who came in a hurry, and the man named Yamazaki who had met before, and the remaining twelve people he didn't know, all of them were strangers he had met for the first time, but there was no doubt that these people were all extraordinary people, and some of them were mostly ghost handlers.

Some may not be ghost handlers, but they are just as noble.

"The man I saw under the eaves in the backyard didn't show up. Yang Jian slowly retracted his gaze, but did not find the figure of the person before.

That is, that person is not among the invitees.

"Today's banquet is for Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, and I am very happy that Mr. Yang can give face to the next person and participate in today's banquet, and I feel very honored here. At this time, President Mishima bowed slightly.

"At the same time, I would also like to thank Mr. Yang for solving a very troublesome matter for us. ”

Yang Jian glanced at President Mishima slightly, and just said calmly: "We are just a transaction, President Mishima is polite." ”

"No, no, no, Mr. Yang has exceeded my expectations, so this time I want several important members of the Soul Removal Society to express their gratitude to Mr. Yang to show our respect for Mr. Yang. ”

He finished.

The others looked at Yang Jian one after another, and although they had different thoughts, they all bowed to Yang Jian and gave enough respect.

"Except for the backbone of the Spirit Society, are you just such a small person?" Yang Jian said, his words were very straightforward, and he didn't care if he would offend people.

"Let Mr. Yang smile, it is indeed not many people who are qualified to participate in this banquet, and they are not as capable as Vice Minister Cao Yanhua. President Mishima smiled modestly.

Of course, this is also true.

The population base is here, and the ghost riders are still standing out of ordinary people, and they don't appear out of thin air, and the more populous the place, the more likely it is to appear ghost riders.

After the banquet began, the scene was actually very depressing.

Many people are looking at Yang Jian [ ], although etiquette is etiquette, but a lot of emotions can be seen in their various eyes.

Some people are jealous, some people are curious, and some people don't care, of course, there are many people with a bit of hostility and hatred, as for the reason, Yang Jian doesn't know, maybe his existence has made many people lose face, after all, some backbones of the Spirit Removal Society value face very much.

Keiko sat quietly on her knees and picked up vegetables for Yang Jian, because considering that Yang Jian didn't drink, she just used juice instead.

Therefore, Yang Jian is not disgusted with this quiet and obedient woman, which is why he does not resist.

Halfway through the banquet.

Suddenly, after the previous Yamazaki drank a glass of sake, he looked a little strange and said: "I really want to know how an alternative character like Mr. Yang will leave this world in the future? ”

"Mr. Yang, what do you say?"

"Is it the end of death? Someone next to him laughed.

Yang Jian frowned: "Oh, do you think I'm going to die?"

"Wouldn't it be?" said Yamazaki.

"It's really a heavy topic, so what kind of way do you think I will die?" Yang Jian didn't shy away from it, squinting his eyes slightly and said, "I won't be killed." ”

Yamazaki lowered his head and drank, and said with a smile: "That's not necessarily, it's possible for a person to die in any way, I don't know if Mr. Yang is not interested in his sense of death." ”

"What do you mean by that?" asked Yang Jian.

Someone next to him smiled and said: "Mr. Yang, don't get me wrong, Yamazaki doesn't mean anything else, I just want to ask Mr. Yang if he wants to know the picture of his future death, we have a strange thing in the Spirit Society, which can make people see the scene of their death, and anyone who has used it has accurately predicted it, without any deviation." ”

"It's not just ordinary people, but the death of the ghost rider is also very accurate. ”

Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and he stared at the Yamazaki.

Is there really such a strange thing in this Soul Eradication Society? It can make people die by themselves.

If this is the case, it does arouse people's curiosity, after all, it is related to the safety of their own lives and the news of their future death.

It's just that this Yamazaki didn't have a good heart.

He wanted others to know that even if it was a ghost-eyed Yang Jian, there would be a day of death, and it could be accurately predicted, not as terrible as imagined, this was a blow to Yang Jian's fame, reducing his danger level, and even making Yang Jian show his flaws.

"I'm not very interested in my own death, the future is full of countless changes, but if there is such a supernatural thing, I would like to know what is the picture of your death Yamazaki?" Yang Jian smiled, his smile was cold, without a trace of emotional indifference.

"Like Mr. Yang, I have not used that supernatural object, and I don't know the picture of my death for the time being. Yamazaki smiled and said, "At today's banquet, if Mr. Yang is interested, I can play with Mr. Yang." ”

"But in my opinion, the so-called prophetic picture, I think most of it comes from the curse of the supernatural thing, as you just said, all the people who foresaw death died, then you didn't think that this death was actually brought about by the supernatural thing in your hands. ”

Yang Jian said calmly: "Ghost, it's not as simple as you think. ”

"So, the famous ghost-eyed Yang Ma never flinched in the face of the ghosts, and he had the idea of retreating in this little game?" Yamazaki said, "Since Mr. Yang is not interested, then I will play this game alone, President Mishima, please take out that thing." ”

President Mishima groaned, he did not refuse this time, but gestured to the people on the side.

Immediately, a subordinate left the house.

"Mr. Yang, your inference is also very reasonable, but this supernatural thing is indeed not ordinary, maybe Mr. Yang will be interested, it should be a small entertainment program at the banquet. President Mishima smiled, still respectful.

But in fact, he also kind of wanted to see Yang Jian's death picture.

Because this has to do with his attitude towards Yang Jian in the future.

This is especially important whether to invest more or maintain a normal trading stance.

Yang Jian didn't speak, just propped his head to eat and drink, which was regarded as acquiescing to their behavior.

Since you want to play, let's play with them.

Soon.

The subordinate of the Soul Eradication Society, who had left earlier, brought over a metal box.

President Mishima gestured.

When the box was opened, something was taken out.

It was a very old hand-cranked projector, the paint on it was mottled and peeling, old, dirty, and it looked like it had been left in an abandoned warehouse for a long time and no one had taken care of it, but judging by the vintage, it should be at least eighty or ninety years, or even nearly a hundred years.

But as soon as this thing was taken out, Yang Jian frowned, feeling very wrong.

This seemingly normal projector gives people an indescribable sense of weirdness.

This weirdness comes from the projector...... A roll of black film.

"Mr. Yang, this weird projector, it's at least 80 years old, it's very special, anyone just shakes the grip, turns the machine, and the machine will play movies, and those videos are terrible, they are all images of every user before they die. President Mishima said with a little taboo.

"In the past, there was a member who died in a car accident after using it, and in order to verify the authenticity, we sent the member to the safe house to prevent all vehicles from approaching, but the result was terrible, the member died on the way to the safe house. ”

"So it's more of a curse, there's no future information. Yang Jian said calmly.

President Mishima shook his head and said, "No, Mr. Yang, we have done a lot of similar experiments, and some people have played pictures of old people dying in a hospital bed, and the results of accidental deaths are not many, which is very in line with the fate of most people." ”

"Later, we banned the use of ordinary people, and only used it for ghost handlers, because every ghost handler is in danger of death, and maybe the outcome of one day can be avoided through this strange picture. ”

"Is a dead horse a live horse doctor?" Yang Jian looked at him and understood President Mishima's thoughts.

Anyway, ghost riders are short-lived, and sooner or later they will die.

"Well, Sakai's death before, this thing was predicted. ”

President Mishima shook his head and said, "The dead Sakai didn't touch this thing, so it can't be verified." ”

"It's really interesting stuff. Yang Jian said calmly, he really wanted to see the picture of his death, but he was more concerned that this was a projector that released the curse.

No one's death is actually a curse of a ghost.

The more you use it, the faster it dies, and it's okay if you don't use it.

"Yamazaki, you just said you wanted to play, so you don't mind letting me see how you died. Yang Jian said.

"How could I mind, since Mr. Yang wants to see it, then I am naturally willing to perform. Yamazaki laughed, stood up very calmly, and walked over to the old projector.