Mysterious Revival

The next day, early morning.

Yang Jian returned to Guanjiang Residential Complex in Dachang City and only slept for a few hours before waking up.

Lying in bed, he suddenly opened his eyes the moment he regained consciousness.

The restlessness of the Ghost Eye Resurrection had subsided after a day of suppression, meaning the problem of the ghost's resurgence was under control, provided he refrained from misusing the ghost's powers.

However, if he were to continue investigating the Ghost Post Office, it would clearly be impossible not to use the ghost's powers.

With a mix of complex emotions.

Yang Jian got up and headed to the bathroom.

However, as he looked in the mirror, he saw that his eyes were still a bright red, emitting a faint red glow.

His vision was normal.

But to others, Yang Jian's eyes were obviously not normal.

How could an ordinary person's eyes be bright red and glowing?

"It seems the erosion from the Ghost Eye is irreversible. Even using the Deceiving Ghost in Huang Ziya's possession to restore my body can't reverse it; the Deceiving Ghost's power can't affect areas eroded by supernatural forces," Yang Jian touched his eyes.

Touching his eyeballs didn't bring the expected sensation of stimulation.

Rather, it was cold, numb—as if the eyes were not his own, without any sensation.

If this continues, his eyes will be completely eroded away, turning into a pair of ghost eyes.

In that case, his ghost eyes will have to be in a constantly open state, as even closing his eyes won't block the view.

After all, the eyelids of living beings can't obstruct the vision of ghost eyes.

That step.

Is probably the limit of the resurrection.

"Should I deal with my own situation first or should I push through and continue investigating the Ghost Post Office?"

Yang Jian bathed in hot water, the strange smell was washed away, yet he was planning his next moves in his mind.

"The Eight-Tone Music Box is still in my hands. If I encounter great trouble, I can open the music box to forcefully extend my life once again. Of course, I could also do nothing, stop investigating the Ghost Post Office, then just stay in Dachang City without causing trouble. As long as I'm conservative, I can maintain this state for a long time."

He slightly closed his eyes.

Now, three paths lay before him.

The first is to continue seeking a method to suppress the ghost resurrection.

The second is to investigate the Ghost Post Office.

The third is to lie low in Dachang City, living as long as possible.

But the third path is definitely not viable. Yang Jian still has the curse of the Ghost Cabinet; he needs to go to that old wooden house within ninety days and open one of its doors.

Therefore, he can't stop moving.

"That means, I can only choose the first and second options," Yang Jian's thinking was clear; the ghost's covert influence on him was minimal.

Only his emotions were lacking, but logic was still there.

"Finding a method to suppress the Ghost Eye Resurrection is difficult. Almost all ghost tamers face this challenge. Although I went to the headquarters to find Wang Xiaoming and achieved some results, he probably can't solve the Ghost Eye Resurrection issue now."

"Especially now, that I need the curse from the Eight-Tone Music Box to withstand the Ghost Eye Resurrection, the difficulty is indeed too great."

Yang Jian thought to himself, "Maybe... there are secrets within the Ghost Post Office that can suppress the ghost resurrection. That Door Knocking Ghost has lived from the Republican era to modern times, and if necessary, I can also take that paranormal bus. If things go smoothly, I might complete the transaction with the Ghost Cabinet, and then I can state my own demands."

"The situation is not as severe as I imagined."

Thinking this.

He felt quite relieved, at least now he could live well — much better than before.

"Thump, thump!"

Suddenly.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door, "President Yang, are you in there?"

Outside the door.

Zhang Liqin inquired with a hint of hesitation and nervousness, worrying after hearing noises from upstairs, she hurried over to check.

The security level of the residential complex is very high.

She is not worried about thieves entering, only worried about supernatural occurrences in the house; if that happens, she would immediately run out screaming for help.

"It's me, I'm taking a shower," Yang Jian's voice came through.

Zhang Liqin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed everything was okay.

"President Yang, do you want me to come in and scrub your back?"

She then chuckled lightly, her tone laced with a hint of seduction.

"No need, you came at just the right time, wait for me in my room, I have a new file to set up, you help me record it."

Yang Jian instructed further; as per routine, he noted down the events, and this time the incidents at Fushou Garden and Ghost Post Office were particularly important.

"Okay then."

Zhang Liqin replied and then left relieved.

After taking a shower.

After Zhang Liqin finished recording the new file, Yang Jian drove her to the company.

"Where is Jiang Yan? It's only been three days and she's gone?"

While driving, he suddenly remembered something and asked about the situation.

"She's at the company. Just yesterday after work, I don't know how but there were dozens of new investments, and the amounts were astonishing, including some from well-known international companies. Because it was all so sudden, Jiang Yan chose to work overtime and stayed at the company."

Zhang Liqin spoke softly from the passenger seat.

She was wearing a knit long dress today, looking mature and charming, her proud figure attractive enough to catch the gaze of any passerby.

However, Zhang Liqin's eyes kept roaming over Yang Jian, as if wishing for him to admire her more.

But Yang Jian only talked about himself, "Last night's? I think I understand what happened."

Last evening was when he had a fight with Ye Zhen.

Based on the timing, these so-called sudden investments must have occurred after his victory.

However, these were just additional benefits, Yang Jian wasn't too concerned.

After all, he was not short of money anymore.

"Contact Li Yang, Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya, and them. Let them come to my office, oh, include Zhang Han as well." Yang Jian said as he handed over the phone.

"Okay, got it."

Zhang Liqin combed her hair beside her ear and took the phone, nodding in response.

Arriving at Shangtong Tower.

"Greetings, President Yang."

"President Yang."

Employees coming in and out of the company continuously greeted Yang Jian.

The vibrancy in Dachang City had largely recovered, with Shangtong Tower being at the forefront. The office staff here was now considerable, with various departments operating swiftly.

Zhang Liqin followed closely by his side, walking towards the exclusive elevator for the top floors amidst the envious and jealous looks from many young female employees.

Though she was officially Yang Jian's secretary.

But everyone knew that her relationship with Yang Jian was not ordinary.

"President Yang, they said they'll be here in about half an hour,"

In the elevator, Zhang Liqin reported the earlier events.

Yang Jian nodded.

"Oh, President Yang, there's one more thing," suddenly, Zhang Liqin hesitated slightly as she spoke.

"What is it?"

Zhang Liqin looked at Yang Jian, her eyes somewhat strange, as if mixed with a bit of resentment: "A woman came to Shangtong Tower the day before yesterday looking for you, the person you mentioned last time, Chen Shumei, Zang Hua received her, she is currently staying in the tower's apartment."

Chen Shumei?

Yang Jian's gaze sharpened.

She was Xiong Wenwen's mother.

"She wants to meet me?" Yang Jian asked.

"She has made appointments several times, almost coming to the office every day to wait for you. Zang Hua mentioned that she is involved in some important matters and asked me to take extra care of her, so I dared not be careless and tacitly allowed her behavior. At this point in time, she should be in your office."

Zhang Liqin said.

"If that's the case, then let's meet. Some issues indeed need to be handled urgently," Yang Jian replied.

As the elevator opened, he arrived at the office.

At this moment.

On the office sofa sat a mature, intellectual woman, looking somewhat worn but still beautiful and gentle, a naturally stunning beauty.

But nearly in her thirties, this natural beauty had blossomed into sensuality, charming.

"Aunt Chen, it's been a while, welcome to Dachang City."

Yang Jian greeted her with an expressionless, formal manner.

"Yang, Captain Yang?"

Chen Shumei was initially startled, but upon seeing Yang Jian, her beautiful eyes brightened and she excitedly stood up, straightening her slender waist.

Zhang Liqin watched with envy.

This woman's every gesture exuded beauty, elegance, and charm, not at all vulgar.

It was something innate, something that no surgery or beautification apps could achieve.

Even Yang Jian, who was generally unemotional, admitted in his heart that Xiong Wenwen's mother was indeed a great beauty.

She was the prettiest woman he had seen so far, of course, excluding that Photoshopped anomaly, Huang Ziya.

"Captain Yang, the last time you came to my home, I didn't get to host you properly, I am truly sorry for the inconvenience today," Chen Shumei apologized to Yang Jian with a sense of shame.

Yang Jian said, "It doesn't matter, I didn't mind such a small thing. Are you getting accustomed to living in Dachang City?"

"Yes."

Chen Shumei nodded, "The environment here is good; thank you Captain Yang for your care and also thanks to Miss Zhang for looking after me these past few days."

Zhang Liqin smiled gently, "I was just following President Yang's orders, it's what I should do. Honestly, I was worried that I wasn't taking good enough care of you these past few days, as Miss Chen is a very important guest of President Yang, and I dare not neglect her."

"Please, have a seat."

Yang Jian gestured, then sat down on the opposite sofa.

"Captain Yang, it's like this, I contacted Minister Cao using your contact details you left. He told me that you have a way to save Wenwen, is that true?"

Chen Shumei just took a seat and immediately opened the conversation urgently.

Yang Jian pondered for a moment and said, "The matter with Xiong Wenwen is rather special, even somewhat complex, not something that can be explained in a few words, it involves a supernatural event."

"I don't understand those confidential matters, I just want to know if Wenwen can still be saved? Minister Cao said that Wenwen is not dead and is now with you, Captain Yang. I just want to see Wenwen, to see how he is doing now, Captain Yang, please let me see Wenwen,"

she pleaded with Yang Jian, almost begging.

Yang Jian sighed softly, "Cao Yanhua is indeed capable, sending you to find me and passing the problem to me."

"Xiong Wenwen is indeed with me, but seeing him in his current state won't do you any good. Alright, I won't hide things anymore, this matter indeed needs to be handled today. It's not good to delay any longer; come with me."

He stood up and headed towards a partition in the office.

In the partition was a door, resembling a bank vault door, very thick.

This door didn't use a key but a mechanical combination because electronic codes could fail, making mechanical more reliable.

After spending some time to open the door, inside was a not-so-large room.

This was a temporary safe house.

If there was an urgent matter, this safe house could shelter a dozen people.

At this moment, the room seemed somewhat empty.

"Wenwen."

Suddenly, Chen Shumei saw a child, about ten years old, standing motionless in a corner.

Though she couldn't see clearly, she felt it was her son, Xiong Wenwen.

However, as she excitedly and joyfully approached to embrace him, the room's lights were turned on by Yang Jian.

The appearance of the child standing in the dimness was fully revealed.

It was not a human at all.

But a paper figure that looked exactly like Xiong Wenwen.

The paper figure was vividly lifelike, except for its slightly abnormal skin color, it seemed no different from an ordinary person.

"Ah!"

Chen Shumei was startled, she instinctively stepped back and bumped into Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, expressionless, steadied her and said, "This is a very special paper figure, a product of the supernatural, made in the likeness of Xiong Wenwen. However, this matter has nothing to do with me; it involves some arrangements made by the headquarters, about which I'm not at liberty to say more."

He picked up a gold box from a nearby shelf.

After opening it, there was a black-and-white photograph inside.

In the photograph, Xiong Wenwen looked terrified and afraid, as if experiencing something horribly frightening at the moment the picture was taken.

"Here you go."

Yang Jian handed the photograph to Chen Shumei: "This is your son, Xiong Wenwen."

Chen Shumei subconsciously took it and glanced at it: "This, this is just Wenwen's photo."

"It is a photo indeed, but Xiong Wenwen is currently in this photo," Yang Jian revealed a cruel truth.

"What?"

Chen Shumei was initially stunned, then realizing something, her face turned pale, she felt dizzy and appeared unable to withstand the huge shock, nearly fainting.

"Miss Chen."

Zhang Liqin hurried to assist her to sit down at the side.

Regardless of whether Chen Shumei could accept it or not, Yang Jian continued, "Previously, Li Jun recruited Xiong Wenwen for the Ghost Painting event, where Xiong Wenwen used a bizarre camera designed for ghost use, but there was a possibility of malfunction. Because of the malfunction of that supernatural item, Xiong Wenwen was trapped inside the photo, which resulted in his current state."

"Later, the headquarters suggested that this eerie photo of Xiong Wenwen should be handed to me because they believed I might have a way to resurrect Xiong Wenwen again."

"However, bringing the dead back to life carries certain risks, and I didn't act immediately. It's not only that I needed to observe for a while, but I also needed to seek your opinion."

"After all, you are Xiong Wenwen's mother, and I think it's necessary to get your consent. Now that you're in Dachang City, Aunt Chen, I think it's about time you make a decision about Xiong Wenwen's situation."

"President Yang, isn't it inappropriate to talk about this now, Miss Chen seems unable to take such a big shock."

Zhang Liqin felt Chen Shumei trembling all over.

She didn't know if it was fear, grief, or despair.

"She's not as fragile as you think."

Yang Jian calmly said, "Don't underestimate a mother's strength, you wouldn't understand since you've never had children."

He could see it.

What truly terrified Chen Shumei was not the supernatural itself, but losing Xiong Wenwen.

"Yang, Captain Yang, what should I do? Please help me, please save Wenwen, no matter what, as long as there's a sliver of hope, I want Wenwen to live again. The last incident was my fault; I shouldn't have let Wenwen leave with Li Jun, otherwise things wouldn't have ended up like this."

She was crying, pleading, and blaming herself.

Her emotions were complex, showing extreme pain.

Zhang Liqin couldn't help but comfort her: "Miss Chen, don't worry, it will get better, don't be too sad, everything is up to President Yang, he will handle things well, you must believe in President Yang....."

While comforting, Zhang Liqin didn't know why she felt an immense sense of relief.

As a common person victimized in a supernatural event, if it weren't for Yang Jian, she would have died long ago, dying in fear and torment.

Even if she hadn't died at that time and had survived by luck, she would have broken down, gone mad afterward.

Because there was no hope in sight, no sense of safety around her.

Only after being with Yang Jian was Zhang Liqin gradually able to overcome those terrifying shadows and slowly return to normal.

"Brother Tui, are you there? We've arrived. Where are you?" At that moment.

From outside in the office, the voice of Feng Quan was heard.

At the same time, Li Yang, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya, and Zhang Han also arrived.

"I'm over here."

Yang Jian went out to greet the newly arrived teammates.