Mysterious Revival

Facing the uncertain supernatural, Wang Ping dared not be careless. Although he had gone through many supernatural event files left by his father and knew how to combat fierce ghosts, he had never tried it himself. Therefore, excessive caution was very necessary.

“Hungry… hungry…”

The eerie man in the suit sitting at the dining table was still repeating the previous words. His speech was unclear and intermittent, as if he had lost his mind.

Wang Ping looked at him for a moment and finally confirmed, “Unable to communicate normally, which means he’s not a ghost tamer, most likely a fierce ghost, so there’s no possibility of a wrongful kill.”

Thinking of this, his gaze shifted to behind the man in the suit.

Behind the man in the suit stood two cold and terrifying figures, one on the left and one on the right. They were a pair of old people with wrinkled faces, and their whole bodies were black and white, as if they had just walked out of a portrait. It was unsettling to look at.

They were his great-grandfather and great-grandmother, also the fiercest generation of fierce ghosts in the Wang Family.

Beside Wang Ping, there wandered a pair of young-looking spirits, one of which was his father, Wang Chaling.

“Father, protect me.” As usual when encountering trouble or danger, Wang Ping called for his father’s protection.

The spirit of Wang Chaling wandered around, guarding Wang Ping’s safety, preventing any danger from approaching.

Only when his father’s spirit was by his side did Wang Ping dare to act boldly, without worrying about future troubles.

Because he understood that all the fierce ghosts his father, Wang Chaling, controlled before his death were meant to protect him.

“Disassemble it.” Wang Ping then gave the order.

With the order given, the two terrifying old men immediately reached out their arms, grabbing the shoulders of the strange man in the suit from both sides. Their gaunt bodies swayed slightly, and an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The body of the man in the suit was actually being pulled apart bit by bit, like a flat painting being torn apart, and there were no screams or any pain. Everything was so natural.

Wang Ping calmly watched this scene, already contemplating how to handle the corpse later.

Should he find a place to bury it, or lock it in the safe house left by his father?

However, at this moment.

Originally about to be directly torn apart, the face of the man in the suit suddenly twisted, his mouth opened as if in a painful scream, but not a sound came out. Instead, his throat turned bright red, like a long-extinguished flame suddenly ignited.

Wang Ping’s expression changed abruptly, and he quickly retreated because he sensed the unusual nature of this flame.

As an ordinary person, he even felt a hint of chill under the glow of the flame.

The firelight grew brighter, seemingly about to ignite the entire man in the suit, but before he could be ignited, Wang Ping’s great-grandfather and great-grandmother’s supernatural attack had already been completed.

The sound of tearing rang out, and the man’s body was directly torn in half. The flames, about to ignite, were suppressed and dimmed again.

You have to know that the Wang Family’s generation disassembled not only the body but also dismantled the supernatural.

“Is it solved?” Wang Ping finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It seemed his father’s information files were correct. The Wang Family’s spirits were fierce and could easily combat other fierce ghosts, even in the era of supernatural resurgence they were top-notch.

The fallen corpse now completely lost its ability to move, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Seeing this, Wang Ping let his grandparents, namely Wang Lu and his wife, the second generation of the Wang Family, search the body of the man in the suit to see if they could find any clues or items.

He remembered that some fierce ghosts had supernatural items with them, possessing strange supernatural powers, which could greatly aid ghost tamers.

Unfortunately, the man in the suit’s corpse had no supernatural items, but in his jacket pocket, they found an identification card.

“A gold card?” Wang Ping’s eyebrows twitched slightly, a little surprised.

You have to know that supernatural powers cannot affect gold, so using gold to make a card means the man in the suit was not a simple fierce ghost, but likely a ghost tamer.

Carefully taking the card.

Even after many years, the card remained as bright as new.

“Manager—Zhang Lei.”

Wang Ping saw the line on the card, his mind shaken: “How is it possible, he was a ghost tamer from the same era as my father?”

He knew that sixty years ago, to combat the supernatural resurgence, every city would appoint a ghost tamer as the manager, responsible for dealing with supernatural events to protect the safety of the city and its residents.

However, after the era of the supernatural ended, the position of manager was also canceled, and those who once served as managers quickly disappeared without a trace.

Nobody knew where these former managers went, and nobody cared. He also thought they might have died in unknown corners, swallowed entirely by time.

“Things hidden sixty years ago are gradually emerging, it seems a new era of the supernatural is about to appear.” Wang Ping took a deep breath, holding the gold card tightly, feeling a strong unease within.

If the era of the supernatural indeed comes, then according to the descriptions in the files, everyone will face horror and despair.

“However, it’s not the same now as it was sixty years ago; this era has one more person.”

Wang Ping then glanced at a newspaper on the table beside him.

The newspaper was probably left behind by a guest.

On the front page of that newspaper, two large characters were clearly printed…Yang Jian.

At the same moment.

In a dilapidated town overgrown with wild grass and trees, abandoned for decades, the appearance of one person startled a flock of birds nesting in the old houses, completely shattering the silence here.

Even sixty years later, this place remains sealed off.

Aside from wild animals, no one comes here, and no one knows the name of this abandoned town.

But Yang Jian knows.

Sixty years ago, this town was called Baishui Town.

It was an ordinary town, but a supernatural invasion turned it into one of the world’s most dangerous supernaturals, and since then, not even a ghost-handler captain wanted to approach it, forcing the migration of residents and sealing off the area to isolate the danger.

Yang Jian walked alone on the deserted road, his figure blurred, as if he didn’t exist in reality.

As he continued to move forward, the scene on the street changed drastically.

The grass-covered road vanished, transforming into a street that extended into the distant darkness, empty and clean, the tall trees on either side also disappeared, replaced by clusters of unidentified wildflowers, which upon closer inspection were not naturally grown but paper flowers folded in various colors.

The most bizarre were the buildings on both sides.

After sixty years of erosion, those buildings should have collapsed, but now they were restored to their original state, and some even had lights on inside, as if occupied.

Advancing along the black road.

Gradually, passersby began to appear on the road, aimlessly wandering in the middle as if waiting for something to arrive.

With Yang Jian’s appearance, these people began to converge towards him, and their initially blurry faces became clear.

A fleeting glance.

Yang Jian saw many familiar faces among the crowd: Li Jun, Cao Yang, Wang Chaling, Zhou Deng… and Zhang Wei, Miao Xiaoshan.

These were all people he knew, but they were all dead.

For only the dead appeared among these souls.

Countless familiar faces approached, extending hands, their numb expressions seemed to reveal a hint of yearning, hoping Yang Jian could pull them out of here, returning them to the real world.

According to the legend of Baishui Town.

If you could take the deceased souls out of here, they would resurrect in reality.

But a legend is just a legend, Yang Jian knew the truth.

Those resurrected souls were not truly alive, merely malevolent spirits mimicking familiar figures from memory, and the mimicry had a time limit, as time passed, those familiar faces would become strange, eerie, and eventually indistinguishable from real malevolent spirits.

The only constant was perhaps the familiar face from memory.

Yang Jian ignored the familiar souls and continued moving forward.

And no matter how these souls reached out or wandered, they would never block Yang Jian, nor touch him, not even obstructing him when passing through them would they actively avoid him.

This wasn’t due to Yang Jian using supernatural power but because the souls on this road were bound by certain rules.

The boundary between life and death can only be broken by the living, not by the dead.

Moving deeper.

The road widened in the distance, the surrounding buildings dwindled, and the wandering souls became sparse compared to before.

And in such a place, a wooden old house that hadn’t changed in decades appeared before Yang Jian.

Sixty years ago he had been here, but that time was to save Wang Shanshan.

However, sixty years ago Yang Jian came here not to save anyone, merely to fulfill a promise.

He ignored all the danger and entered the wooden house straight away.

Inside the wooden house were several coffins, some opened, others still closed.

“I’m here.” Yang Jian’s cold and indifferent voice resonated.

After quite a while.

An elderly sounding voice responded from the wooden stairs leading to the second floor: “Three years and three years again, three years and three years again, it’s been sixty years, you promised to save me from here, you broke your promise, if I had known this outcome, I shouldn’t have helped you that day.”

“No, that’s not right, you’re not him, you’re that…..Ghost Child.”

“It’s all the same.” Yang Jian said.

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