Mysterious Revival

The thing that brought Yang Jian back to his senses wasn't Luo Yong sitting beside him, nor was it Wan Delu waiting to go to bed, but a notification sound from the phone on his body.

This was a satellite-positioning mobile phone, standard issue from headquarters, usually used by operators to contact ghost manipulators.

"Hm?" After opening the text message, Yang Jian saw a very brief message.

"Half an hour ago, people in your circle of friends decided at the meeting to take you down, please be extra cautious."

The information displayed a stranger's name, but with this satellite-positioning phone, Yang Jian could directly check this stranger's identity information, even their home address, and their current place of residence.

But Yang Jian knew that the information linked to this number was definitely that of a passerby, the one sending this message must be Li Yao.

"So they've decided to flip the table, huh? These capitalists are indeed crazy and cold-blooded enough. If they can't win you over, they decide to take you down, heh, what do they take me for? Really think I'm just a stumbling block that can be kicked away whenever they like? Aren't they afraid of breaking their foot?"

Yang Jian deleted the message, his gaze was icy, but his face still showed no expression.

Fortunately, he had taken precautions in advance, planting Li Yao into their circle of friends; otherwise, he would have been too passive if things really started to move.

"I have to say, the efficiency of the friend circle is quite high. Li Yao only left Ping'an Hotel this morning, and by this afternoon, they have already made plans against me. Looking at this, they seem to be in a hurry to deal with me... is it because of the Captain's Plan? They want to handle me before the Captain's Plan just as I suspected."

"With this in mind, the Door Knocking Ghost incident will have to be put on hold for now."

Yang Jian shifted his gaze away from the phone and then looked at Luo Yong in front of him.

Originally according to his plan, after leaving Dachang City in a few days, he would try to make contact with the Hungry Ghost by himself, to see if he could find what he wanted from the pocket of the old man's corpse, as his current abilities should be sufficient to confront a Grade A paranormal event. Even if he couldn't handle it, he would be able to run away quickly without stumbling.

But now it was not possible.

This unexpected text message told him that the matters with his circle of friends were more urgent and also related to his own safety, which was far more important than finding the truth.

"All right, that'll be all the questioning for today," said Yang Jian at this moment.

"Sir, am I, am I okay now?" Luo Yong asked nervously.

Yang Jian said, "This has nothing to do with you. It involves your missing grandfather, I was just asking you for some clues. You're fine now, but today's conversation is very special; you'd better keep it a secret. If anyone asks you about your family's antiques, just say they have all been sold. As for your grandfather's affairs, you say you don't know anything at all. If you leak information carelessly, it won't be just a questioning like today, it could be life-threatening."

"Understood, understood, I promise I won't blab." Luo Yong, scared into a sweat, eagerly agreed.

"If someone forces you to tell, just blame it on me. Tell them everything was arranged by Yang Jian, the person in charge of Dachang City. Additionally, I will leave you my phone number; contact me if there's an emergency."

Yang Jian made this extra arrangement for Luo Yong to be on the safe side.

He didn't want this lead to break; it was the only one that could lead to the truth. If his guess was wrong and there was nothing in the pocket of the old man's corpse, then he would have to make a trip to Luo Yong's hometown himself.

"Thank you, sir. Can I go now?" Luo Yong asked cautiously.

Yang Jian said, "Write down my number, and then you can leave. Be careful, don't go back to your hometown for now. Find a different place to stay. President Wan, are you sleeping?"

"How could I sleep, Brother Tui, what's up?" Wan Delu was instantly alert, his drowsiness gone.

Yang Jian pointed and said, "Arrange a place for Luo Yong to stay. Find him somewhere to live, and give him two million for a settlement fee. I'll reimburse you later."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it right away," said Wan Delu.

"Good, you can go now," Yang Jian gestured.

Only then did Luo Yong leave the private room, feeling both scared and excited. He hadn't expected that a trip to Dachang City would net him a huge sum of money; it was like a pie falling from the sky.

But immediately afterward, Yang Jian used the satellite-positioning mobile phone to connect with Liu Xiaoyu: "Liu Xiaoyu, it's me, Yang Jian."

"Received, is there anything you need my help with?"

Inside the headquarters' operator room, Liu Xiaoyu's voice promptly rose.

Yang Jian said, "Using my name, help me block off an area, it's the old home of someone named Luo Yong in Ling Town. Most importantly, his family's old house; there's a problem with that place."

"Okay, I have already made a note of it."

Liu Xiaoyu quickly took down the information.

"By the way, tell Vice Minister Cao Yanhua that I want an Eight-Tone Music Box, and ask him to send it over as soon as possible." Yang Jian's gaze flickered as he changed his choice of supernatural object in a short time.

Instead of risking it with the Corpse Wrapping Cloth against the fierce ghost in that hotel in Z city, it seemed better to choose something that could save his life. After all, going to Z city was risky, and if he failed, he could very well end up dying there.

Now that he was about to make contact with the secret circle, he absolutely needed something to preserve his life, and it had to be powerful enough. Who knew what formidable figures might emerge from this circle? The information from Li Yao probably wouldn't come so quickly, and he couldn't afford to wait indefinitely.

Although he preferred the more stable supernatural object like the Corpse Wrapping Cloth, the current situation didn't permit it, as the secret circle was moving too fast.

"Eight-Tone Music Box?" Liu Xiaoyu was taken aback when she heard about this item: "What is that? Can you elaborate?"

"No need for details, after you report to the vice minister, he will understand," Yang Jian replied.

Yang Jian pondered whether to inform Cao Yanhua about the secret circle but decided against it after some thought.

The people in the secret circle were not aware that he had already received a message from Li Yao. If a report went out and the information leaked, the informant Li Yao would probably be caught.

When a real battle commenced, Cao Yanhua would naturally receive the news.

"Alright, I'll report to the vice minister right away," Liu Xiaoyu said.

"That'll do," Yang Jian said.

"Hey, Yang Jian, wait, don't hang up just yet," suddenly, Liu Xiaoyu urgently said.

"What is it?" Yang Jian asked.

Liu Xiaoyu hesitated and then said, "Thanks for what you did with Gao Zhiqiang last time. Do you have some time recently? I'd like to treat you to a meal to thank you, or shall I come to find you after work? Where are you now?"

"I'm busy, that's all." After saying this, Yang Jian cut off the communication.

"..."

Liu Xiaoyu's face stiffened in the communication room.

"Damn it."

Soon, a voice filled with resentment came out.

"Brother Tui, is something going to happen?"

President Wan Delu, noticing Yang Jian's rapid succession of messages and communication—and all through a special phone—felt instinctively that something was off.

Yang Jian said, "President Wan, your business is concluded as of today. Leave J city as soon as possible in the next few days. That's all I can say for now. Also, keep today's matters confidential, as any leak could be life-threatening. The best course of action is to try not to get involved."

"Is it that serious?" Wan Delu was alarmed.

"It will be more serious than you think." Yang Jian stood up and gathered his belongings: "I'm leaving now. Contact me again if there's anything, President Wan. You should have my number."

"Okay, alright," Wan Delu said, feeling an inexplicable fear.

His instinct told him that something big was about to happen in J city.

No sooner had Yang Jian stepped out of the private room than the celebrity-level beauty quickly stood up from the lounge chair and approached him with an enthusiastic and charming smile: "President Yang."

"President Yang has to leave now; get the car ready to escort him," President Wan immediately arranged for the driver.

Yang Jian glanced at the beauty and said, "You've been quite enthusiastic all the way, and it's making me feel a bit embarrassed. Here's a tip for you: don't stay in J city unless you have to. It's a pity for someone as pretty as you to die accidentally. Alright, beauty, you needn't see me out."

After finishing, he left the private club, got into President Wan's car, and quickly departed.

"Safe travels, Brother Tui; let me know if you need anything," Wan Delu bid farewell with an eager wave.

"What did President Yang mean by that?" the celebrity-level beauty asked with an awkward smile.

President Wan replied, "He meant exactly what he said. This contract is suspended for now. I'll have finance transfer the money to your account."

"Thank you for looking after me, President Wan," the beauty said.

"Alright, you can go now," Wan Delu dismissed her with a wave of his hand.