Mysterious Revival

Since the supernatural phenomena occurred in Dachang City, the whole world has changed, with inexplicable eerie occurrences happening one after another in various places.

For instance, in the urban area of Dahai City, an eerie graveyard appeared overnight.

Another example is an old, haunted mansion that appeared in a corner of a city.

Meanwhile, bizarre death cases have occurred in many cities.

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Sixty years have passed, the original sealing by Yang Jian is failing, and some terrifying supernatural places are quietly emerging into reality.

Along with these supernatural events, some long-dormant figures have begun to be active again.

Time has not buried them.

Some people have seen a person with hair hanging down, barefoot, and with a long sword hanging at their waist wandering the streets of Dahai City, seemingly searching for something.

Others have seen a strange figure wandering every corner of a city at night, but their appearance has been forgotten, unable to be described in specific detail.

Some even heard footsteps in a hospital during a sudden blackout, though they didn’t see the figure, only the trail of a black grass rope dragging on the ground.

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Some dusty archives are beginning to unlock.

A department for dealing with mysterious events has been urgently re-established.

Many investigators have gone directly to various parts of the country, and an investigation team has set up in Dachang City.

The peaceful world has been disrupted, yet news of supernatural manifestations is spreading wildly in society.

But all of this has nothing to do with Yang Jian, who has awakened.

Because despair has yet to appear, the world has not called out his name.

However, the seed has already been planted.

The journalist He Feng is being questioned by investigators, and many things will no longer be secrets; it’s only a matter of time before Yang Jian’s name spreads, known to all eventually.

In the past few days, Yang Jian has been learning about what happened in the past sixty years.

Just as he had anticipated before his dormancy, the supernatural disappeared, the world returned to peace, and thereafter countries began to seal off supernatural archives, trying by various means to make the world forget that period of despairing history and prevent others from uncovering supernatural information.

Because supernatural events are the root of turmoil, the beginning of misfortune, the vast majority do not wish for such things to appear again, and burying them in the sands of time is the best choice.

Yang Jian also learned about the experiences of others.

For instance, Li Yang briefly regained balance after lying in the Ghost Coffin, he left it for a while to handle lingering supernatural events, but in the end couldn’t hold on, burying himself back in the coffin, inevitably dying.

The others were roughly the same.

After all, for those who command ghosts, time is always the biggest enemy; they themselves don’t live long, sixty years is enough to wear out nearly all who were in the supernatural circle before, those who are still alive today are very few indeed.

Nonetheless, Yang Jian can confirm that He Yiner from the new Taiping Ancient Town is still alive.

She is over eighty now, yet hasn’t become particularly old in appearance, only turning into a middle-aged woman.

In Dadong City, the fourth generation of the Wang Family is still alive.

Back then when Yang Jian saw him, he was just a baby, although cursed by the Wang Family, as a regular person who hadn’t commanded fierce ghosts, he managed to live quite long, now he’s sixty, healthy, and has married and become a father, although he married late, the fifth generation is just over twenty and in school.

Currently, the family is running the prosperous Wang Family Restaurant in Dadong City.

Meanwhile, the sixty-year-lost memories of Liu Xiaoyu tell him that the paper man Leuk San is suspected to still be alive, but the last intelligence on the bizarre paper man came from thirty years ago.

The Ghost Post Office in Dahan City still remains.

Sixty years didn’t lead to Sun Rui’s death, but with the lack of supernatural events afterward, the Ghost Post Office went quiet again, like an empty nest elder, he guards that place, vigilant for the next resurgence of the supernatural.

“I’m thinking of going around for a few days to look around.” Yang Jian was staying in that old villa now, opposite him sat an elderly woman.

The villa had five floors, empty and deserted, with only Jiang Yan living there alone.

On the wall of one room, several portraits were hanging.

There were Yang Jian’s parents, Zhang Liqin, and some relatives of Jiang Yan.

These portraits were a testament to the ruthlessness of time and the fragility of life.

“I’ll go with you, I’ve made up my mind.”

At that moment, Jiang Yan finally decided: “I can’t carry the burden of sixty years of memory and continue on with you, let me be like Liu Xiaoyu, forget everything from these sixty years and continue staying by your side just as before.”

She was too old, and in her life, it was not only Yang Jian’s presence but other experiences as well, those experiences made her weathered, no longer as lively as before, she didn’t want to live with such a mindset anymore.

Therefore, she couldn’t let go of her obsession and past.

To be reborn, she had to sever the tie between the two and continue living with her previous identity.

However, Jiang Yan couldn’t ascertain whether she was truly alive or already dead this way.

But now she’s come to terms with it.

After all, she couldn’t live long now; given this, might as well begin anew by completely burying those sixty years.

“Alright.” Yang Jian satisfied Jiang Yan’s request.

He sealed off Jiang Yan’s sixty-year memory, then reverted her to her youthful self.

In just a few seconds.

The old woman with white hair vanished, replaced by a young, beautiful woman.

The Jiang Yan from sixty years ago came back.

“Yang Jian.” Jiang Yan looked at Yang Jian, her gaze had changed, no longer weathered, only full of adoration and surprise.

Yang Jian nodded: “This is sixty years later, much has changed, you’d better adapt quickly.”

He informed Jiang Yan of the current situation, also letting her know about the present circumstances.

“This is quite nice, it’s as if I’ve lived another life, and from now on, there’s only you in my life.” Jiang Yan was very happy, unfazed by losing sixty years as it was her choice.

“If you ever reconsider, you can ask me to give back those sixty years of memory.” Yang Jian didn’t delete those memories, he kept them sealed.

Jiang Yan said: “No, I don’t want them, I’m sure those sixty years weren’t happy, and don’t tell me about before, I just want a new life now.”

“As you wish.” Yang Jian said.

“Brother Tui, you there?” At this moment, Zhang Wei’s voice came from outside; despite looking like an old man, his voice was robust, like a young man.

“I’m here.” Yang Jian opened the door and went out.

Zhang Wei said: “Take a walk with me?”

Yang Jian nodded: “Alright.”

Zhang Wei saw Jiang Yan inside, no longer appearing old, but young and beautiful, he sighed: “Sometimes I truly envy Liu Xiaoyu and Jiang Yan, having such determination to let go of everything, unlike me, I just can’t.”

He had a family, had ties, couldn’t really go back to before.

“I just respect everyone’s choices.” Yang Jian said.

Zhang Wei smiled: “Let me show you the gift I’ve prepared for you for sixty years.”

He brought Yang Jian to the second safe house in his home.

“I’m not much for business, after my father retired, I didn’t dare squander the family wealth so recklessly, so I converted all our family’s fortune into gold and stored it, knowing you might need it when you return for ghost hunting or whatever, rest assured, I haven’t spent a single cent of this money.”

Zhang Wei touched the cold bar of gold and couldn’t help but sigh: “Brother Tui, you know, back in school, your family’s situation wasn’t good, so whenever money was needed, I would always treat. I’ve been treating my whole life, and I hope this time is no exception. You catch ghosts, I’ll pay.”

“I, Ah Wei, don’t have much ability, but the proudest thing in my life is knowing you. When I’m gone, you have to live happily.”

Yang Jian didn’t say anything, just listened quietly.

“Alright, let’s stop talking about this. I suddenly want to play a game. Brother Tui, how about playing a round with me?” At this moment, Zhang Wei changed the subject and said.

“Okay.” Yang Jian nodded.

The two left the safe house.

Zhang Wei took Yang Jian to the entrance of a shop near the residential complex.

He took out a key and opened the shop’s door.

The shop had been sealed for a long time, covered in dust, and when opened, it turned out to be a very old internet cafe.

“Cough, cough, this internet cafe used to be mine. It was bustling back then, and I and a bunch of little brothers would come here to play every day. As I got older, I couldn’t play anymore, so the cafe closed. But occasionally I would still come here to play, and I even upgraded the hardware ten years ago. It should still work, we can turn it on.”

Zhang Wei turned on the power, trying to get the internet cafe running again.

But with the redevelopment of Guanjiang Residential Complex, the power and internet had been disconnected for a long time.

Zhang Wei tried several times, getting a bit anxious: “Damn it, why won’t it turn on? I checked it just six months ago.”

“Let me try.”

Yang Jian suddenly opened his ghostly eye.

The next moment.

The lights overhead began to buzz, then all turned on, the dust on the floor vanished, became bright and clean, the old computers lit up again, started operating anew, and the once-empty seats were suddenly filled with people.

Even the counter in front was packed with various snacks and refreshments… everything seemed to have returned to the past.

Zhang Wei’s eyes lit up, quickly pointing to a spot: “Brother Tui, sit here, there are two seats left.”

The two of them sat down quickly, just like in their student days, and turned on the computers.

The game was as classic as ever.

“I’ll create a room, duo queue for PUBG, anyone joining? Whoever gets first place, I’ll reward a thousand bucks,” Zhang Wei shouted loudly in the internet cafe, as arrogantly as before.

“I’m in.”

“Count me in.”

Suddenly, the internet cafe was filled with voices, lively and noisy.

“Haha, Brother Tui, I’ll carry you to chicken dinner,” Zhang Wei laughed heartily.

The game started quickly.

Despite his aged appearance, Zhang Wei’s hands and reflexes were swift, his skills no less than in the past.

“Damn, is it this intense? How could I die there?”

“You must be cheating, I can’t believe I lost that gunfight.”

“Six against one, all wiped out, are you guys even playing?”

Various sounds rang out in the internet cafe.

Zhang Wei became more excited, fighting with unstoppable bravery. Though his teammate Brother Tui was rather lousy, dying seven times in a row, with Zhang Wei’s skills, he not only defeated all the enemies but also successfully protected Brother Tui.

Finally, after being besieged by three teams, he secured first place.

“We won.” Zhang Wei laughed heartily.

“I’m not satisfied, let’s go again.”

“Yes, one more round,” many in the internet cafe were unconvinced.

“Again? I’m not afraid. Even if I’m eighty, I can still easily crush you,” Zhang Wei brimmed with confidence, his arrogance making people wish they could rush up and punch him.

But most held back.

The game continued.

Though every match was fraught with danger, ultimately Zhang Wei always managed to win with Yang Jian, giving him immense satisfaction.

Until four hours later.

“Brother Tui, look at me, we won again.” Zhang Wei was very excited, his face flushed.

“Impressive,” Yang Jian complimented without reservation.

Zhang Wei was even happier. But just as he was about to start another round, his body suddenly froze, then he couldn’t sit steadily and fell to the ground.

Beside him, Yang Jian seemed prepared, catching him firmly.

At this moment, everyone in the internet cafe stopped their actions simultaneously, all turning to look at Zhang Wei’s place. Their faces were pale, expressions numb, exuding a cold aura — they were not living people at all.

“Bro… Brother Tui, I… I can’t make it, I feel like I’m dying,” Zhang Wei said a bit in a panic.

“I know, you’ve been forcing yourself,” Yang Jian looked at him calmly.

“I actually couldn’t get out of bed yesterday, but today I somehow suddenly felt energetic… so I wanted to play one last game with you, otherwise I fear there might be no chance in the future.”

Zhang Wei reached out his old hand, tightly grasping Yang Jian’s arm, his thin palm trembling uncontrollably.

“I’ve been waiting for you to invite me to play games,” Yang Jian hugged Zhang Wei, then nodded.

He removed the illness from Zhang Wei’s body, granting him clear ears and eyes, robust limbs, but did not extend his life.

During this time, Zhang Wei appeared vigorous, but actually, he was already spent when in the small temple.

“It was really fun just now, but… but we can never go back to how it was.” Zhang Wei gasped, still tightly holding onto Yang Jian’s arm.

“Brother Tui, don’t worry, I’ve already arranged everything.”

“Actually, I did think about going back to my youthful days and living as before.”

“But it’s impossible, they’re all gone, everyone is gone… living alone is too meaningless.”

Zhang Wei spoke while shedding tears.

“In fact, these sixty years haven’t been good at all. After you left, many people bullied me. It’s not that I didn’t want to run the company well, but I couldn’t deal with those people. They treated me as a fool; nobody truly helped me… Although I lacked ability, I’m not stupid. I couldn’t do anything, so I had to sell the company, sell everything, then buy gold with all the money and store it. It’s the dumbest and also the most effective way.”

“Sorry, Brother Tui, I couldn’t preserve it all for you.”

Yang Jian said, “It’s okay, I’m still here, everything will be taken back.”

“That’s good, that’s good, but it’s a shame I won’t see it… I’m sorry, Yang Jian…”

Zhang Wei’s voice grew weaker, his hand holding Yang Jian’s arm gradually relaxed, finally closing his eyes completely with a bit of guilt and regret.

After his life waned.

The lights in the entire internet cafe dimmed in an instant, the other people at the other seats disappeared one after another.

The once shiny floor returned to its previous state, covered with a layer of dust, the counter full of snacks became empty, cobwebs covering it.

The old computer screens also went dark, as if they had never been turned on.

Everything was an illusion, everything was a bubble, only Zhang Wei’s gradually chilling corpse was real.

Yang Jian held Zhang Wei’s withered body without saying a word, falling into silence.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com