Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian successfully acquired the supernatural ability of the Wishing Ghost and quickly applied this power to enhance his own abilities.

He is now the Enforcement Captain at headquarters, the top figure in the domestic supernatural circle. While investigating supernatural incidents, he also needs to continuously improve his strength. If he stagnates, he will soon be eliminated from the supernatural circle, especially as the incidents are becoming increasingly violent and will eventually spiral out of control.

When that time comes, Yang Jian hopes to stand up and stabilize the situation, even if it’s just part of it.

After midnight, Yang Jian did not continue to stay active in the city. For original chapters go to N()velFire.net

He returned to the Guanjiang Residential Complex, went to his room to rest.

Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin had already fallen asleep.

Yang Jian didn’t make any noise, he just quietly found a place to lie down, then closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, he got up quite late, but so did everyone else.

After having Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin record the previous night’s Wishing Ghost incident, he took them and drove to Shangtong Tower.

Even after a supernatural incident ends, there are no vacations; work must continue during working hours.

“Yang Jian, I have to leave today, going back to school.” Miao Xiaoshan, who was waiting early in Yang Jian’s office, prepared to say goodbye as soon as she saw him.

“When are you leaving?” Yang Jian was startled for a moment, then asked.

Miao Xiaoshan said, “Afternoon flight.”

Yang Jian said, “Too much hassle, let me take you, you’ll get back quickly.”

“No need, too troublesome, I’ll just take the flight.” Miao Xiaoshan quickly refused, not wanting Yang Jian to use supernatural powers.

“Alright then, this gathering was a bit unfortunate, better to return to studying sooner. You can come back to Dachang City for fun during the holidays,” Yang Jian said.

Miao Xiaoshan nodded.

“Yang Jian, I should leave too. After all, I’m still in charge of a city and can’t leave for too long. There’s already some situation I need to handle over there, can’t stay here long.”

At this moment Liu Qi also came over to say, as he was preparing to leave Dachang City today.

“A city leader indeed can’t leave their city for long.”

Yang Jian said; “No problem, let’s meet again when there’s time. If you encounter a tricky supernatural event where you need help, you can contact me.”

“Of course, I don’t want to go it alone; I’d like to live a couple more years,” Liu Qi laughed and said.

Time passed quickly.

After having lunch together in the office, they each left Dachang City.

Although there will be opportunities to meet in the future, gathering all together is likely rare.

Zhang Wei remained optimistic; he was now obsessed with the ax in his hand, polishing and studying it every day, not feeling melancholic about coming together and parting ways.

In the afternoon.

Yang Jian’s office returned to being cold and quiet.

Wang Shanshan also returned to the old place in the Guanjiang Residential Complex to stay with the Ghost Child, Zhang Wei took his ax and some underlings somewhere unknown, Jiang Yan returned to her office to start working, and Zhang Liqin was running around the company busy with something.

Everything returned to normal.

“Do we need to establish a new file for the Wishing Ghost incident to be kept at headquarters?”

Liu Xiaoyu came upstairs to inquire about yesterday’s happenings, she had heard a rough summary from Eagle, but only Yang Jian knew the specifics.

Yang Jian waved his hand and said: “The hidden danger left by Zhao Kaiming has now been completely resolved. Write a brief file if needed.”

“Alright, do you need to review the file after it’s written?” Liu Xiaoyu asked.

“No need,” Yang Jian said.

Liu Xiaoyu nodded and was about to leave, but hesitated at the office door, stopping to ask: “I heard you’re planning to get married recently?”

“Who told you that?” Yang Jian asked.

Liu Xiaoyu’s eyes flickered slightly: “Just some rumors, is it gossip? If it is, do you need me to clarify?”

“It’s not exactly a rumor, just my mom pushing me to go on blind dates. You know, this line of work is very risky; you could die at any moment. Marrying early can at least have someone to handle things for me, taking care of the parents. Thinking carefully, it seems quite good,” Yang Jian said casually.

“You are too pessimistic.”

Liu Xiaoyu comforted: “You’re the Enforcement Captain now, you’ll definitely live a long time.”

“Who knows in the supernatural circle.” Yang Jian said calmly.

Liu Xiaoyu curiously asked: “But you don’t even have a girlfriend, who do you plan to marry?”

“That’s why I need blind dates. When did you become so inquisitive?” Yang Jian asked.

“Nothing, nothing, I just asked casually, just some work-time chit-chat. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I’ll get back downstairs to work.” Liu Xiaoyu hurriedly explained.

Yang Jian said: “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, I just thought it was a trivial matter. I didn’t expect it to attract so much curiosity, but I don’t feel like discussing it today, maybe another day.”

“Alright then.” Liu Xiaoyu nodded, and without staying longer, returned to the office on the floor below.

“Rest for a few days, then look into the Black Umbrella supernatural incident.”

Yang Jian sat on the chair, looking at the cityscape outside the floor-to-ceiling window, planning to live several days as a normal person. He can’t be entangled with supernatural incidents every day.

He also needs to maintain a human state,

otherwise, over time, he might lose his humanity to the supernatural.

So, Yang Jian moves in the Ghost Dream World at night, and if not working during the day, he tries to live like an ordinary person to avoid becoming detached from people.

However, just as Yang Jian resolved the Wishing Ghost incident and planned to take a few days off,

another matter was occurring.

Even though it was daytime now, on the other side of the world, it was still night.

This was an ordinary foreign city, in a graffiti-filled alley, the flickering dim lights seem to be disturbed by some mysterious force, and the rats foraging near the trash cans sensed something terrifying and scattered into the sewers.

The alley was a dead end, yet at the end shrouded in darkness, a man wearing a trench coat and cowboy hat suddenly appeared.

He looked as pale as a corpse, his ashen face reflected in the dim light seemed to lower the air temperature by several degrees.

The man appeared quickly from the darkness without lingering and stepped through the puddles on the ground, swiftly heading out of the alley.

Heavy footsteps echoed, revealing a hint of urgency.

However, halfway, the man suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The path leading out of the alley vanished; what seemed to be a short alley was now stretched infinitely, with no end in sight, only an abyss of darkness. On this endless road, a terrifying silhouette was approaching quickly with incomprehensible speed.

In just a few seconds, an old man in an outdated European-style dress suddenly stood before them.

The old man had a face full of wrinkles marked with age spots, emitting a sense of decay and death, like a corpse dug out from a grave. The black dress she wore was tattered, resembling a burial offering.

“Mister Zhang, don’t be in such a hurry to leave. I sincerely hope you’ll stay to explain why you are investigating us. Do you have even a shred of trust in friends like us? Now is a dangerous time; those of us with abilities should cooperate. Survival is the most important thing, isn’t it?”

A voice echoed above, making it impossible to discern its source, yet it floated around like a ghost.

The person referred to as Mister Zhang was none other than Zhang Jun, the headquarters’ only Captain Level operator abroad.

“Hypocrites.”

Zhang Jun shouted coldly, “Are you people fit to talk about friendship, cooperation? A bunch of rotten, depraved individuals, the supernatural has already corrupted your minds. To me, you’re just fierce ghosts wrapped in human skin; insanity doesn’t even begin to describe your King Organization! To fulfill your desires and interests, you actually plan to execute the Ark Plan; everyone in your organization deserves to die.”

As he spoke, he continued to stare at the eerie old woman full of wrinkles before him.

Perhaps the person in front of him wasn’t an elderly woman; it was only the supernatural that made her age.

“Since you know about this plan, you should join us,” the voice continued to echo.

“Join you? You dare say that when you’ve lost all humanity? Joining you would be worse than choosing ghost resurgence,” Zhang Jun flatly refused, unwilling to pretend even a little.

The voice sighed and said, “The plan isn’t ready to be executed yet. Since you’re reluctant to join us, we have no choice but to eliminate you. If you leak important information about our King Organization, it could cause us trouble, and now isn’t the time for that.”

“You never planned to let me go anyway.”

With a cold laugh, Zhang Jun said, “How many of your King Organization’s key members are here this time? If it’s just the two of you, it’s uncertain who will kill who.”

This strange old woman blocking the way was somewhat known to him, a very terrifying ghost rider. He even suspected she was actually a ghost, barely possessing any living human consciousness.

Though lacking ghost resurgence, this old woman’s consciousness had been so deeply eroded by the supernatural that her behavior had approached that of a fierce ghost.

However, such phenomena were not unusual abroad; their veteran ghost riders were many, folks who had done whatever it took to survive at the dawn of supernatural resurgence.

In contrast, within the country, with headquarters’ suppression, they even took care of those lawless ghost riders. Many mad individuals couldn’t survive domestically, and potential risks were nipped in the bud early.

“Rest assured, we’ve brought enough people this time.” Another voice suddenly emerged, with a foreign accent.

Then, a shadow abruptly appeared on a rooftop beside the alley, shrouded in a layer of dense black fog, obscuring its features.

Not just this person.

A black-and-white figure appeared on the wall near the alley, seemingly projected by an old-fashioned projector, without physical form, merely an image. Yet, the image could impact reality, quite peculiar.

“Four?” Zhang Jun’s face darkened.

Clearly, the other side was prepared this time, and he was not unexpectedly exposed as the people dispatched were not ordinary ghost riders but core members of the King Organization, equivalent to Captain Level beings if placed domestically.

“No, not just four, there are more.” Zhang Jun felt a strong sense of crisis and unease at this moment.

The ground beneath his feet was rising, writhing.

The next moment,

The damp ground cracked, and a hand resembling a mummy’s emerged from the ground, followed by a second hand, a third hand, until the entire ground was covered with dried hands.

“Go.”

Zhang Jun originally intended to take out one of the opponents, but at this moment, the number of top ghost riders involved was enough to effortlessly kill him; whether he could escape was still uncertain.

Therefore, he didn’t hesitate and escaped immediately.

Zhang Jun’s target was clear—to break through the eerie old woman blocking the way and forcefully carve a path.

“Can it be done?” He had doubts in his heart, yet he was still fearless.

“We’ve gone to great lengths to take you down; do you think you can escape? Move in, kill him right here,” that voice continued to echo with a hint of cruelty.

Suddenly.

A red Ghost Candle lit up in Zhang Jun’s hand, emitting a sinister glow.

However, in the face of such terrifying supernatural powers, the firelight of one Ghost Candle was too insignificant.

With the firelight’s collision, the Ghost Candle burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Yet, the instantaneously expanding firelight still hindered the terrifying supernatural attacks around, forcing the eerie old woman a few steps back.

Seizing this gap, Zhang Jun attempted to break out, for he possessed the Ghost Domain; as long as there was a crack, he could slip away.

However, the next moment.

The entire alley suddenly vanished from the city.

The scene shifted.

On a nearby street, a desolate painter resembling a homeless person was painting an oil painting on white paper, depicting a dim alley in the city identical to Zhang Jun’s previous location.

Yet, corresponding to the real world.

That alley didn’t exist.

As time gradually passed, about half an hour later, several eerie figures appeared beside the desolate painter.

One person held a corpse with a gray complexion, a rust-covered Coffin Nail stuck in its chest.

“Although it took some time, the matter is resolved; Mister Zhang’s affair is settled. It’s thanks to you; otherwise, he might really have slipped away.” A foreign man walked over slowly, dressed like a priest, casually recounting the outcome.

No one knew what had just happened.

But it could be imagined: in just a brief moment, a most unequal yet top-tier supernatural confrontation occurred within the supernatural circle.

This was a struggle between ghost riders.

Regrettably, Zhang Jun lost, becoming a lifeless corpse.

The other side had not only come prepared but also used the Coffin Nail, decisively ending a Captain Level ghost rider’s life.

“You took too long; the opponent was just one person.” The desolate painter packed up his tools, responding in a low voice.

The priest-like man corrected, “But the opponent was a Captain Level; even with two people appearing, he didn’t want to escape. You should know what that implies.”

“But there are eleven more like him; we don’t have much of an advantage, now that one is resolved, it means we initiated a war. Next time, it won’t be so easy to succeed.” The desolate painter said.

“That’s not your concern,” the priest-like man replied.

The desolate painter said nothing more, simply carrying his things as he slowly vanished into the quiet street.

“We shouldn’t have killed him; maybe keeping him could have helped us trade back our castle from Yang Jian.” Subsequently, a person shrouded in thick black fog spoke.

The priest-like man replied, “That’s a good idea, but you suggested it too late. However, we must leave now; there are other matters to attend to.”

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