Mysterious Revival-Chapter 763 - 730: The Wrong Path

Yang Jian didn't really care about the company's business affairs. What he truly cared about was only one thing, and that was supernatural incidents, or rather, those who commanded ghosts.

Everything else was a minor issue, but it was only this kind of thing that he couldn't be careless about.

However, his sudden actions shocked many of those present.

"Where's Yang Jian? He was just here, how did he suddenly disappear?"

"Are you kidding me, a living person vanishes? Am I seeing things?"

"He vanished? Disappeared right before our eyes?"

In the hall, many people were panicked, having witnessed the most unbelievable scene in their lives, as they had clearly seen Yang Jian, who had just stood up and started walking this way, vanish into thin air before their very eyes, completely gone.

His figure could no longer be found anywhere around.

"Wang Han is gone too," said President Qian, glancing at the empty seat beside him, unable to stop trembling.

The supernatural event that had seemed like a casual remark moments ago was now happening right beside everyone.

Seeing is believing.

This dealt a great blow to many people, overturning their worldviews and knowledge.

"Is this the Ghost Domain you were talking about, President Yang?"

Next to the sofa, Zhang Liqin hesitated for a moment before asking Jiang Yan softly.

Jiang Yan nodded: "Absolutely, you've seen it too, haven't you? Why ask me? He surely has matters that he doesn't want us ordinary people to get involved in. This is his way of protecting us."

"I rarely see President Yang like this," said Zhang Liqin, somewhat embarrassed.

"It's okay, you'll get used to it after a while. He always appears and disappears mysteriously," Jiang Yan seemed much more calm: "And this is his ability."

Zhang Liqin nodded, without asking further.

Conversations started buzzing among the other people.

Before, some had doubted Yang Jian's words, but this eerie moment before their eyes shook many deeply. Perhaps everything Yang Jian had said was true... Supernatural incidents really existed in this world. Those rumors and online stories might not all be false.

If that was the case, then preparations needed to be made early.

"President Ma, did you see that just now? Yang Jian disappeared," another executive asked.

Ma Youcai smiled beside him and shook his head: "The facts are right before our eyes, do you still not believe it? Honestly, opportunities to board Yang Jian's ship are rare. He is a captain-level figure; we are but insignificant beings in his eyes. If we miss this chance, we may never get to meet him again in the future."

"Net worth and all that is no longer important. What matters is how to survive in this unique era. The best strategy for us, who are just ordinary people with some money, is to find a powerful backer. Yang Jian ranks among the top backers in the world, and for us, he is the best choice."

"I'm saying this today in the hopes that everyone will unite. After all, after today, what I say won't matter anymore. Do you think we will often have such gatherings in the future? Don't be naïve; there is only one chance, and if it's missed, it's gone."

He was in complete agreement with Yang Jian's plan.

He had reviewed those projects as well, finding them very forward-thinking, although massively expensive; but it was all for ensuring survival in the future.

If the plan were successfully executed, it could be said without exaggeration that Dachang City would be one of the most suitable cities for survival in the future.

But then... Ma Youcai shook his head slightly again.

Only those who have never experienced supernatural events will never know how terrifying they are, nor understand how important it is to ensure their own safety.

What does it matter if you are a billionaire, or the head of a company?

When that ghostly thing starts killing, even presidents of foreign countries have to die.

The more he understood, the more Ma Youcai felt fear and helplessness, which is exactly why he would rather abandon his wealth for the sake of safety.

Meanwhile,

Inside the Ghost Domain, in an empty hall,

Yang Jian and this person named Wang Han sat across from each other at a table, very close to each other.

This distance was extremely dangerous.

But Wang Han didn't retreat because he knew that distance was useless in the Ghost Domain, being far or close made no difference.

"Talk, what's the real reason you wanted to see me? If it's just to meet, forget it, who knows whether people like us will be dead or alive in a few months," Yang Jian spoke bluntly.

This was his way of communicating, not liking to beat around the bush.

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After all, his life was short, and time was precious.

Wang Han's dim eyes moved, and he smiled faintly, "I just think you are important, and it was necessary to pay you a visit, after all, Yang Jian with the Ghost Eye is quite famous in the circle. Also, I didn't expect that you actually care about these ordinary people. I thought that after being a ghost controller for so long, you would have discarded the emotions a normal person should have."

"But just now I could feel that you care about that woman, no, it should be a girl. Don't worry, if I had known earlier, I definitely wouldn't have harmed her, after all, ordinary people are nothing more than dispensable tools in my eyes, I can easily pick them up on the streets, they have no chance of resisting, right?"

Yang Jian said, "Thinking like that is dangerous, you could easily get killed."

"No, you're wrong, I think it's the trend of the future. After all, we are monsters that ordinary people can't accept. You said it yourself, occult incidents will soon reach a point where they can't be concealed, so what should people like us do then? There are only two choices, one is to be ostracized and destroyed."

"But obviously that's not possible, top ghost controllers are no longer beings that can be killed by ordinary people with some weapons. You've been assassinated before, right? Yet you're still alive. The first path has been proven by many fools to be impassable."

"So that leaves only the second path."

Yang Jian frowned as he listened, "Keep talking, I want to hear what fresh ideas you have."

Wang Han squeezed out a faint smile, "The world is panic-stricken because of the emergence of occult events, and we are the only ones who can resolve them. Plus, we can't be destroyed by ordinary means, so there is only one outcome for people like us: to be respected, praised, and even worshipped. The future is dominated by us."

"Sounds a bit stupid," Yang Jian said.

"No, you must have received the news already, the headquarters have been breached, and the Ghost Painting incident is not yet over. What does this tell you? It shows that the headquarters are not as strong as imagined, and the launch of the Captain Plan is just the beginning of a compromise, they can no longer suppress people like us," Wang Han said.

Yang Jian scoffed, "You are well-informed. It seems you are not an ordinary ghost controller; which power do you belong to? I've taken care of the Friends Circle, could it be that you are a member of some private club?"

Whoever has access to such confidential information definitely has a powerful backing.

"So, you're trying to recruit me? To have me join you? I'm sorry, but I have no interest. I'm not interested in the changes in the outside world either, your theories don't appeal to me. All I care about is this place here," Yang Jian pointed down at the ground.

Wang Han paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's true, with your abilities and level, there isn't a force worth your attention, after all, you're already a Captain, and your status in the circle couldn't be any higher. But I just wanted to tell you some information; you don't really think that the resurrection of the fierce ghosts is just some sudden, mysterious incident, do you?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Jian asked with apparent interest.

Actually, he knew that paranormal events could be traced back a long time, at least to the Republic of China Period, and his father had come into contact with such events over a decade ago.

This meant that paranormal events had always been there from the beginning to the end.

It's just that they had erupted in recent years.

"I know someone who became a ghost tamer very early on and is still alive today, he must have lived for at least... ten years now," Wang Han said seriously.

Ten years?

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, a person from the same era as his father?

"Unbelievable, right?"

Wang Han said, "A ghost tamer who has lived for at least ten years indicates that he started dealing with paranormal events more than a decade ago, while at that time, all of us were still in the dark, just ordinary people. He knows much more secrets than I imagined."

"Previously, it was tightly controlled by the headquarters, or perhaps the paranormal events had not reached an uncontainable stage, the timing was not right. But now, heh, some think that there is no need to keep hiding, and you know what that means, Yang Jian."

"Some abnormalities who seemed to have overcome the issue of fierce spirits reviving are about to emerge."

At this point, Wang Han glanced over, "What's the use of these small collaborations of yours? Even you, the top ghost tamer, might not count for much. I'm not trying to scare you, nor am I exaggerating, but it's true—I've seen such people, and they are terrifying."

"I even doubt whether they are much different from real ghosts anymore. If you're interested, you can come with me; I can introduce you."

Yang Jian stared at him, not believing that he was lying.

Because if paranormal events had always been there, it was possible for some who had narrowly escaped a major catastrophe to have survived as anomalies.

After all, his own father had almost succeeded in perfectly taming a fierce spirit.

But those methods were not replicable, and even had only one chance to succeed—the second attempt would never succeed again.

Just like when Yang Jian tried to hang himself before.

If he did it again, he estimated he would surely die, because part of it was down to luck, like someone winning the lottery. If they won once, they simply couldn't win a second time.

"What do you think? I am quite sincere," Wang Han said.

"Not interested," Yang Jian responded coldly, outright rejecting his invitation.

"I'm not interested in a bunch of creatures skulking in the shadows, neither human nor ghost. Living a long life doesn't mean anything. If I wanted to, I could easily live another ten years. Headquarters' Old Qin has lived for a hundred years, yet that doesn't prove anything."

Wang Han was taken aback, not expecting Yang Jian to be so confident, thinking he could live for another decade and not even considering those people worth his attention.

His expression shifted.

He revealed another secret, "You might not care about these things, but have you ever thought that the previous method of taming two fierce spirits to achieve balance has always been wrong? All of us ghost tamers, including you and me, have survived using a mistaken method, and this method will soon lead us into a dead end."

"That's the real reason why we ghost tamers have short lives, and they might have a better way of taming fierce spirits. You've said it before that survival is the most important thing—neither money nor status matters."

"Then how do you know that their method is the right one?"

Yang Jian remained unmoved, still speaking indifferently, "Is living longer the mark of correctness? I see you could also live for a very long time, but you've lost your humanity. If you continue, all your perceptions as a human will be twisted. It's a form of spiritual erosion that is irreversible."

"The longer you live, the deeper the erosion, and in the end, are these people ghosts or humans?"

Wang Han froze upon hearing this, as if he hadn't expected Yang Jian to say that.

He thought living long was the correct method, but Yang Jian's piercing words seemed to suggest... that something was very wrong with himself.

"What do you know?" Wang Han immediately countered.

Yang Jian replied coldly, "I know nothing, I've just experienced a lot more, that's all. The truth behind everything is hidden within each paranormal event. Once you get involved, you'll realize that every paranormal event is tied to a terrifying secret. These things don't happen without reason; they have traceable origins."

"If you can only trace back to ten or so years ago, I can trace back over a hundred years."

He wasn't joking.

The information hidden behind paranormal events is what truly induces fear.

The Door Knocking Ghost used to be a ghost controller, suspected of having died by falling from a building. The Headless Ghost Shadow and that tall, wandering corpse in the hotel were one and the same. The connection between the ghost paintings and the Ghost Cabinet, the significant link between the Ghost Coffin and the spiritual position in Guo Fan's hands, and the fact that Old Qin once drove that paranormal bus, even running over his own father. Then there's the mysterious whereabouts of the owner of that Republic Era Ancient House in his own neighborhood...

There were many more paranormal items, all styled from the Republic of China Period, not at all of modern design.

Things like firewood knives, scissors, cameras, cupboards, mirrors.

But Yang Jian wouldn't share these clues with anyone, not even recording them in his notebook; he kept them buried in his heart, which is why his conversation with Wang Han was only about superficial matters—he couldn't possibly reveal any information.

"This Yang Jian... is quite complicated," Wang Han fell silent at this moment, his wariness towards Yang Jian growing even stronger.

Before, he thought Yang Jian was just a very skilled ghost controller and hadn't thought deeper. Now, it seemed Yang Jian knew even more than he did.

Hence, Yang Jian cared for the lives of ordinary people and was even willing to protect a woman. It wasn't that he was wrong, but rather, his own humanity, the concept of the living, had become twisted. He was gradually drifting away from the category of 'human,' which is why he couldn't understand Yang Jian's behavior. He was the one who was wrong, starting to become more like a vengeful spirit.

This was practically another kind of resurrection.

"I did indeed come to the right place by coming to you this time. Talking with you has made many things clear to me. I should thank you, and I hope you will continue to live on, so we may have the chance to meet again in the future," Wang Han said, looking up at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said indifferently, "I will continue to live, but I don't want to see you again because next time, I am very likely to take you out. Your thoughts have become very dangerous, and while I'm no good person, I won't allow a ghost controller who has lost control like you in my territory."

"I understand. I'll be more careful next time we meet," Wang Han nodded.

He knew this was a warning.

"Good, that's all for today's talk. After the meeting is over, get as far away from me as you can," Yang Jian's words were as uncompromising as ever, as if he had no regard for people at all.

He stood up and turned to leave.

Wang Han's expression was numb and unaffected, with blood still oozing out of the bullet hole in his forehead, making him look just like a corpse, dreadfully chilling.

Yang Jian's Ghost Domain was fading away.

In fact, this wasn't a true Ghost Domain, but an illusion created by the Ghost Eye.

But this illusion was almost like reality to ordinary people, who couldn't discern the truth; however, such an illusion was sufficient for the occasion. After all, using a Ghost Eye was virtually no burden on Yang Jian now.

As he returned, many people saw a blurry figure gradually become clear, as if a Ghost Shadow had materialized from thin air and then eerily walked out.

Many were stunned again.

Yet, Yang Jian returned quite calmly to the couch and sat down as if nothing had happened.