Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1278 1245: The Deduced Location

Yang Jian’s sudden departure left the other captains puzzled, but they quickly caught on.

“It seems that what happened just now isn’t over. Yang Jian has most likely found some way to track down the other party, and perhaps good news will come soon.”

Leuk San watched the direction of Yang Jian’s departure and began to speculate.

“The methods of the other party are quite complex. Even if we encounter them, if the number of captains is insufficient, we might not be able to handle it. These ghost tamers are different from the past, with strong capabilities, and now united, they are extremely terrifying.”

Cao Yang said: “Although we can cope, to put it bluntly, how many chances like this to join forces can we have?”

“Once the captains are scattered and can’t unite, the other party will do whatever they please.”

He made an assessment of both sides’ strengths.

If united, the other party is not as strong as us, but when we are scattered, an individual captain can be easily taken out.

“They are not coming for us.”

Li Leping said expressionlessly: “Their purpose is very clear, just to take the ghost painting, with no intention of confronting us.”

“This indicates that what they aim to do is more important than dealing with us,” said Lin Bei.

“Indeed,” Li Leping replied.

The captains discussed among themselves, also thinking of ways to track these people down, attempting to find them, not willing to let them go unchecked.

However, after a brief discussion, they decided to return to headquarters first, as lingering near Ping’an Tower would be of no use.

After all, Ping’an Tower has returned to normal now, with no more supernatural shrouding.

And when all the captains returned to headquarters.

The candidate captains there started to inquire about the situation.

“What happened? I saw Ping’an Tower collapse, and there was a commotion of supernatural powers colliding. Was the ghost painting out of control?”

Su Fan came over, curiously asking.

Li Jun, who had rushed back, shook his head and said: “It wasn’t the ghost painting out of control; someone stole the ghost painting. Now, everything is normal with Ping’an Tower.”

“Someone actually stole the ghost painting. Who are these people, so ruthless? Where’s Yang Jian, why hasn’t he returned?”

It was Liu Qi speaking; he wanted to have a word with Yang Jian.

“He has some matters to attend to and left temporarily. Are you Yang Jian’s high school classmate?”

Cao Yang glanced at him: “It’s really surprising, a class producing two formidable ghost tamers. But the matter with the ghost painting is very complex. You shouldn’t inquire; it’s best left to the captains to handle.”

The nearby candidate named Wen Zhong spoke: “So many captains joining forces still couldn’t handle the other party. It seems this matter is indeed unusual. But I also want to contribute. If possible, how about sharing some information? Although we’re not captains, we’re still candidates, and many matters we can get involved in.”

“It was Zhang Xiangguang and Chen Qiaoyang’s group behind it. Zhang Xiangguang previously killed Gao Ming, and you can look up the profile files of Chen Qiaoyang. He appeared before at a Republic Era Ancient House in Dadong City. Wang Chaling would probably know more about this matter,” He Yiner spoke, briefly informing the clueless crowd, revealing some key information intelligence.

This information is open among the captains, nothing to hide. The reason for not speaking out is that ordinary ghost tamers aren’t qualified to get involved.

“So that’s it. I will track their whereabouts, and if there’s news, I will report to headquarters.”

Wen Zhong nodded.

“Chen Qiaoyang?”

At this moment, Wang Chaling was slightly stunned upon hearing the familiar name.

This dangerous character who fled from his ancient house finally appeared in the supernatural circle at this time.

“You seem to know him well, can you elaborate?” He Yiner asked.

The other captains also turned to him.

Wang Chaling smiled slightly and said: “I met this Chen Qiaoyang in Dadong City, he’s a very dangerous ghost tamer. When my parents were still alive, they once intended to take this guy down…”

He didn’t refuse and shared what he knew without hiding anything.

“An old ghost tamer from the previous generation living till now, no wonder.”

After listening, others immediately regarded this Chen Qiaoyang as an extremely dangerous enemy, not daring to be careless.

“Fortunately, this time a ghost tamer named Song Xin Hai was taken down. Judging by his appearance, he doesn’t seem like a ghost tamer of this era, likely of the same generation as Chen Qiaoyang. Including Zhang Xiangguang, they are all a bunch of old folks, not a single simple character.”

Zhou Deng cursed reluctantly.

He felt a bit embarrassed about not taking action this time, so he vented his anger on these guys; even without meeting face-to-face, he had to curse a few times from afar, absolutely unwilling to suffer.

While they were discussing, Yang Jian had already left Dajing City.

However, he didn’t go far, just found a desolate suburban place, dug a pit underground, and directly went to sleep.

“I want to see who the Evil Hound pulled into the dream, its attack cannot be ineffective. Since it didn’t take Chen Qiaoyang, it surely took other comrades of the opposing party.”

With this thought, Yang Jian quickly entered the dream.

This is the dream world.

The world is an illusion, constructed by the supernatural power of the Ghost Dream, but now the ruler of the dream is a massive Evil Hound.

In a silent, deserted village.

The roars and growls of the Evil Hound echoed repeatedly.

A man wearing a black shirt, about thirty years old, was panting heavily, his expression frightened, drenched in cold sweat, madly running in this unfamiliar village.

He had no choice but to run because at this moment, behind him was an Evil Hound larger than a wolf, baring its teeth and chasing him.

No one isn’t afraid of being bitten by a dog, even in a dream is the same.

“This isn’t an ordinary dream; this is a supernatural dream. If I’m bitten to death by this hound, chances are I’ll also encounter misfortune in reality. I must find a way to survive first.”

The man in the shirt pondered as he fled.

Sweat was beading on his forehead, his whole body exhausted, panting heavily.

He didn’t expect the dream to be so real, even causing a decline in physical strength.

He felt that if this continued, he would undoubtedly be caught and bitten to death.

“Find a place to hide.”

The man in the shirt gritted his teeth, took a turn, and rushed directly into a two-story house in the village, then closed the door behind him.

The Evil Hound came charging late, pacing and growling outside, full of ferocity.

“Will it work?” He breathed a slight sigh of relief but was still uneasy, peeping through the door crack outside.

But upon looking out, the Evil Hound’s figure had disappeared.

Just as he was about to search.

Suddenly.

A low growl like that of a beast sounded behind him, and in the dark hall, a pair of scarlet eyes glowed red.

“Damn, the back door isn’t shut.”

The man’s neck stiffened as he glanced back, seeing the open back door and a terrifying Evil Hound.

Instantly, his hair rose on end.

But it was too late to escape.

At the instant the door was just opened, the evil hound behind him hurled itself with a snarl, baring its sharp fangs to bite him viciously.

“Ah!”

The fear of death and the pain of the bite converged into a tragic scream that echoed through this deserted village.

He was powerless to resist because in the dream he was just an ordinary person, unable to deal with such an evil hound.

“Am I going to die here?”

Feeling the gushing blood and the tearing of muscles, along with the excruciating pain of fangs piercing through flesh and bone, he felt despair, thinking he would be bitten to death by this hound in the dream.

But right at this moment.

A voice suddenly sounded from outside the house.

“Stop, don’t kill him yet.”

Yang Jian stood outside the house; he had entered the world of the dream and witnessed this bloody scene.

Immediately.

The hound ceased its attack, its blood-red eyes glaring with ferocity, its open mouth full of blood and chunks of flesh, chilling the hearts of those who saw it.

Yet, even so, it obeyed Yang Jian’s command and did not kill the person before it.

Yang Jian looked at this man, scrutinizing the blood-stained face that seemed somewhat familiar.

“Yang, Yang Jian? It really is you. You can enter this nightmare too, huh? My words sound a bit stupid. This evil hound belongs to you, so it’s natural that you can control such a dream world.”

The man, clutching his bleeding neck, raised his head to look at Yang Jian, revealing a bitter smile.

“I’ve seen you before, at a commercial gathering in Dachang City where you showed up, and during that time, you got on my nerves, and Zhang Wei shot you in the head.”

Yang Jian searched his memory and finally recognized him.

His name was Wang Han.

Besides that, Yang Jian knew nothing about the information on this person, only that he had previously hinted at connections with ghost handlers who had survived for a dozen or even dozens of years.

Now, it seemed the person Wang Han mentioned back then should be Zhang Xiangguang.

“Your memory isn’t bad; yes, it was me. If I hadn’t taken the bullet for Chen Qiaoyang, I wouldn’t have ended up here today.”

Wang Han admitted directly without denial.

Yang Jian said, “We’re all smart people, so I won’t beat around the bush. Help me find Zhang Xiangguang’s group, and I can spare you and let you leave this dream.”

“Ha.”

Wang Han leaned against the wall, clutching his bleeding neck, and replied with a cold laugh.

“You think I’m deceiving you?” Yang Jian looked at him and asked.

Wang Han said, “In the supernatural circle, if someone else said this, I wouldn’t believe them, but I’ve investigated you enough to know that you keep your word to some extent. However, I still can’t divulge the information to you.”

“If you don’t talk, you’ll die here,” Yang Jian said seriously.

“Some things are more important than life. I tried to invite you in the past, but unfortunately, you refused,” said Wang Han.

Yang Jian asked, “Things more important than life? Are you so loyal to Zhang Xiangguang?”

Wang Han coughed twice, spat out blood, and then said, “No, I am not loyal to him at all. Besides, we are not in a superior-subordinate relationship. Strictly speaking, we’re just working on a hugely important matter. He’s doing his part for it, and I am for the same goal; we’re all working toward one goal.”

“Sounds like whatever it is, it’s dangerous,” Yang Jian said.

Wang Han didn’t answer but instead said, “When I became a ghost handler, it was just to survive, to struggle to live. Later, I found that as time went by, feelings, desires, and humanity all began to disappear. My family, children, relatives, and friends were all afraid of me, as if I were a monster not to be accepted.”

“I don’t blame them because I understand this is something every ghost handler must go through. So, before I lose everything, I must find a goal to strive for.”

“Luckily, I found it. Cough cough…”

In the dream, he was just an ordinary person with emotions and feelings, thus giving way to some sentiments.

If it were outside, Wang Han would just respond with indifference and remain silent.

Yang Jian looked at him and asked, “So you killed Gao Ming, took the ghost painting, and became enemies with the headquarters?”

“We’re not enemies; it’s just that there can’t be any obstacles on our path. We didn’t plan to fight you when we took the ghost painting. To be precise, you made the first move, and I just retaliated passively,” Wang Han said.

“So, are you saying it’s our fault?” Yang Jian countered.

Wang Han said, “Some things aren’t about right or wrong, just results. If we succeed, we’re right. If you take us down, you’re right. So, don’t waste time; I won’t give you any information. You might as well kill me; I don’t think I can leave here alive anyway.”

He resigned himself to fate, deciding to perish here.

Yang Jian’s eyes flickered slightly. He had means to steal Wang Han’s memories, but unfortunately, now in the dream, he was just an ordinary person without supernatural powers and couldn’t do that.

“There’s no need to kill you. I’ll let you go, but I can still find Zhang Xiangguang without you speaking. Even though you tried to hide during your previous attack, you left some clues. When you retreated, a winding path appeared. I hadn’t thought of this earlier, but now I remember it.”

“It’s the Ghost Post Office, right? You retreated through the Ghost Post Office.”

After stating his speculation, Yang Jian fixed a firm gaze on Wang Han.

Sure enough.

Wang Han’s face changed, unable to conceal his emotions here.

The speculation was confirmed.

The other side indeed retreated through the Ghost Post Office.

Yang Jian linked this to the Ghost Post Office’s management list. The first manager was Luo Wensong, who fell from the post office and turned into a ghost, causing the Door Knocking Ghost incident. The second manager was Tian Xiaoyue, but she was dismembered and submerged in bottles across the post office. Although the body was pieced together later, her life or death remains unknown.

The third manager of the Ghost Post Office was Zhang Xiangguang, and the fourth was Sun Rui.

This meant Zhang Xiangguang had been a manager of the post office for a long time, making his use of the post office to leave reasonable.

“Since you retreated through the Ghost Post Office, now you’re most likely in Dahan City. Right, Zhang Xiangguang’s ancestral home is in Dahan City, Shuangqiao Town…all of this fits, no wonder Dahan City hasn’t had any supernatural incidents. Sun Rui had mentioned to me before that Dahan City is very peaceful. I used to think it was because of the Ghost Post Office being in Dahan City, but now it seems Zhang Xiangguang took care of all the supernatural events around the city afterward,” Yang Jian said, squinting his eyes.

Wang Han’s face turned horrified on the spot.

Without revealing a word, Yang Jian had accurately deduced all the information and was just shy of guessing what their plan was.

“I’ll go to Dahan City now to find you. Hopefully, by then, you won’t be in a rush to escape. I won’t kill you, but you’ll stay in the dream for a while,” Yang Jian said.

Then Yang Jian turned and left, his form beginning to blur before eventually disappearing from the world of nightmares.

The evil hound still lingered nearby, keeping a watchful gaze on Wang Han without making a move, merely monitoring him.

“Damn it.”

Wang Han roared in anger, full of unwillingness.

He knew clearly that Yang Jian spared him not out of mercy, but to keep him as a lead to find them.

Before the situation was resolved, Wang Han could stay alive.

But once it’s over, his life lost its value.

Upon leaving the dream.

Yang Jian quickly awoke.

He opened his ghost eye, the Ghost Domain expanding, heading directly to headquarters.

The enemies were most likely in Dahan City, so caution was necessary. A joint effort by the captains must ensure the opponent is eradicated flawlessly.

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