Mysterious Revival

After Yang Jian disappeared, the ancestral hall of Taiping Town did not remain silent.

On the contrary, after He Yiner summoned the elderly from the Republic of China Period, she became more certain that Yang Jian could end the supernatural era completely, so she could finally relieve herself of the responsibility of a Soul Summoner.

“It’s time to say goodbye to everything in the past.”

He Yiner looked in the direction where Yang Jian disappeared, then walked into the ancestral hall again.

On that day.

The originally silent and empty ancestral hall was filled with layers of eerie smoke, and many people appeared within that smoke. Those people’s attire was completely different from what people wear now, as if separated by decades.

Some residents of Taiping Town heard various lively sounds coming from the ancestral hall. Some laughed heartily, some were playing games, and some were singing joyously… It was as if a grand banquet was being held in the ancestral hall, which was regarded as a forbidden place, and many people were participating.

But the joyous time was very short.

After a while, all the lively sounds disappeared and never sounded again.

And after that day, all the spirit tablets in the ancestral hall vanished.

He Yiner, who had been staying in that ancestral hall, was also gone.

No one knew where she went, nor what happened that day.

They only knew that since then Taiping Town was less mysterious and more desolate, as if the ancient town built sixty years ago had reached the end of its life, and those so-called forbidden places, which local people dreaded, turned out to be nothing special upon observation, and the so-called strangeness was just old tales told by the older generation, with no credibility at all.

However, not far from Taiping Town, on a replica ancient street in Dayuan City,

A girl about eleven or twelve years old was strolling leisurely on the road. This girl’s demeanor and the people around her seemed completely out of place, with an indescribable sense of otherness.

Moreover, the girl had an unusual attire, wearing a red qipao, stepping on a pair of bright blood-red high heels, and holding a ghastly white paper umbrella in her hand.

The combination of red and white, the clash of colors, could greatly attract the eyes of the people around to a large extent.

However, the passersby nearby seemed not to see this girl; even passing by her side didn’t catch their attention, as if this girl was a specter wandering in the city, existing beside them yet invisible.

The girl hummed a tune softly as she walked, a melody from the Republic of China Period, ancient yet elegant.

“Is this your third life form? Should I call you Zhang Youhong, or Leuk Qingqing…or perhaps Sister Hong?” A cold voice suddenly reverberated in the air above the street.

The girl stopped in her tracks, the old elegant tune from the Republic of China abruptly ceased; she lifted her head slightly, looking upward with a hint of surprise.

The sky was the same as usual, yet slightly different.

Because the sun overhead was cold, without a trace of warmth.

Only this detail went unnoticed by the surrounding pedestrians.

“Yang Jian…” The girl smiled radiantly, despite her young age, her smile always carried a touch of frivolity and eeriness.

“Your appearance is always so surprising, but I am no longer called Sister Hong, nor Zhang Youhong, and not even Leuk Qingqing. My name is Li Zimei, and now I not only have parents who love me, but also a mischievous younger brother. Who would have thought? A once unfortunate person can finally have a happy family.”

“Then cherish it well, but I will keep watching you…” The voice grew distant and eventually faded away.

Soon after, the indescribable anomaly in the sky also disappeared.

The sunlight overhead regained its warmth.

“He’s gone?” Li Zimei whispered softly, her past memories constantly resurfacing in her mind.

“Zhang Youhong? What an outdated name, if you hadn’t brought it up, I might have almost forgotten I once had such a name.”

“The Republic of China…feels so distant.”

Meanwhile.

In Dahan City, Shuangqiao Town.

In the office of a primary school teacher.

A man in his early thirties with an elegant demeanor was currently sitting in a chair reading a newspaper.

The newspaper was recently published and caused quite a stir in the world.

The content was rather peculiar, with words indicating the world harbored terrifying ghosts that ordinary people could not withstand when encountered. The author also provided numerous examples as evidence, and furthermore, the newspaper taught ordinary people how to combat ghosts when in danger.

The method was both simple and straightforward, that is, when danger approached, try calling out a name: Yang Jian.

“Yang Jian, huh?” The man put down the newspaper, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“But bearing the entire supernatural era alone is quite a painful thing. You will have to walk alone in the future, but I believe you can do it because you are now a true deity.”

“Zhang Xiangguang.”

At this moment, a voice came from outside the office, it was a woman about fifty years old, urging as she called: “Are you slacking off reading the newspaper again? It’s time for class, the students in the classroom are all waiting.”

“I’ll be right there.” Zhang Xiangguang put down the newspaper in his hand, then stood up and said: “Also, don’t call my name, remember to call me Teacher, Zhao Xiaoya.”

“You look so young, wouldn’t calling you Teacher make it more suspicious?” Zhao Xiaoya said.

Zhang Xiangguang suddenly laughed: “You’re right, I almost overlooked that.”

He no longer cared about the earlier matter and got up ready to go teach the students.

“By the way, I want to tell you something. Lately, I’ve been sleeping longer and longer, each time feeling as though I’m in a coma. Yesterday, I slept for a full fifteen hours. Do you know what’s happening?” Zhao Xiaoya asked.

Zhang Xiangguang’s smile suddenly faded, and he calmly said, “Anyone who comes into contact with the supernatural becomes unfortunate. Your situation is a side effect of staying in the Ghost Dream World. But don’t be afraid; if something happens, I’ll handle it.”

Though he said this, he understood in his heart that it was a sign Zhao Xiaoya’s life was nearing its end.

Sixty years had passed, and it was already a good thing that Zhao Xiaoya hadn’t aged under the influence of the supernatural. But correspondingly, the negative effects of the supernatural had to be borne.

Perhaps one night soon, Zhao Xiaoya might fall into an eternal coma, never to wake again.

But Zhang Xiangguang wasn’t any different.

Even beings like them have their day of passing.

The fact that he had survived until now was purely because he had barely used his supernatural powers over the past sixty years. Yet, even so, Zhang Xiangguang felt his limit was approaching.

Stepping out of the office, Zhang Xiangguang’s body appeared slightly ethereal under the sunlight, as if it might vanish at any moment. But then, that ethereal body returned to normal once more.

Zhang Xiangguang didn’t mind this; he glanced at the nearby playground where students were playing and smiled slightly.

“This, is enough.”

Content and without regret, he wished only to make use of his remaining value before his life ended.

A few days later.

In the city center of Dadong City, inside an old-established dim sum restaurant.

That morning, an inconspicuous table in the corner of the dim sum restaurant was occupied by a man. He was wearing a suit, his head buried, frantically devouring food. The table in front of him was piled high with empty plates and dishes.

The nearby waitstaff were exchanging glances, not daring to approach.

Because this man was very abnormal. Not only had he consumed ten times what a normal person would eat, but he also appeared very strange. His eyes were dull and vacant, staring straight ahead, and his entire body exuded a chilling aura, like… a corpse.

“Go call the boss,” one of the waitstaff suggested, not daring to make decisions on their own.

What seemed like a small matter, once reported, quickly drew the attention of the restaurant owner.

Soon after.

A vehicle arrived at the entrance of the restaurant.

The door opened, and a man of about sixty, dressed simply with a serious expression, stepped out.

His name was Wang Ping. He had grown up in Dadong City and had been running this restaurant for decades. Those who knew him might only see him as the restaurant owner, but he had another identity.

The fourth generation of the Wang Family.

However, Wang Ping had hidden this identity for a long time, since, in this peaceful era, he had no need to use his Wang Family identity.

Meanwhile, the waitstaff, manager, and others came out of the restaurant to greet him.

But Wang Ping did not walk directly into the restaurant. He cautiously stood at the entrance, glancing inside.

Soon, Wang Ping detected an unusual aura. He promptly said, “Inform everyone to evacuate the other customers in the restaurant. We will cover all their losses, and do not disturb that customer who is still dining.”

“Yes, boss.”

Soon, all the guests were evacuated from the restaurant.

The once bustling restaurant was now eerily empty.

“You all stay outside; I’ll go in and take a look.” Wang Ping instructed again.

Despite their confusion, everyone complied.

“After seeing that newspaper a few days ago, I knew this world had once again become restless.”

Wang Ping slightly frowned, recalling his mother’s lifelong teachings and his own innate mission.

“Dealing with ghosts has always been the Wang Family’s destiny. Thanks to Yang Jian, I encountered other supernatural phenomena for the first time at the age of sixty.”

“At my age, there’s nothing left to fear.”

“Compared to my father, Wang Chaling, I am both lucky and fortunate.”

Wang Ping thought, as he walked into the restaurant.

But he was not alone, never was.

As he progressed and lost the sight of those behind him, a few cold, black-and-white shadows gradually appeared around him.

Those shadows were truly restless souls, as terrifying ghosts.

“Hungry, hungry…” The bizarre man in the suit was muttering, the food before him already consumed, yet he still cried out in hunger.

“I am Wang Ping, the fourth generation of the Wang Family. Are you a human or a ghost?”

Wang Ping approached the table, cautiously watching the man in the suit.

Surrounding him were six cold shadows.

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