Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1300 - 1267: Dead End

“Yang Jian, there’s no one else here, tell me your true thoughts about He Yuelian? Her existence has already affected the balance of the entire situation. If she stands opposite headquarters, then it’s another Zhang Xiangguang, no, even a bigger threat than Zhang Xiangguang.”

“Of course, if she is willing to join headquarters and become a leader, it would definitely be good for headquarters and play a crucial role in stabilizing the situation.”

“But He Yuelian is different from us; she wasn’t selected layer by layer after joining the headquarters as a ghost handler. She is similar to Ye Zhen from Dahai City, belonging to the folk experts, and people like this usually have uncertain positions. At this point in time, He Yuelian, as an unpredictable variable, is not good.”

Lu Zhiwen and Yang Jian had left the Ghost Post Office and were wandering within Dahan City, looking for Wang Han’s location.

According to Lu Zhiwen’s supernatural guidance, Wang Han should be in some corner nearby.

Yang Jian at this moment opened the Ghost Eye, the Ghost Domain spread, probing for abnormalities around.

Soon, he found Wang Han’s location. He immediately took Lu Zhiwen into an unremarkable apartment building where, in a room, Wang Han lay unconscious and motionless on the bed.

Yang Jian walked over, grabbed Wang Han up, and then said: “Lu Zhiwen, you are uneasy about He Yuelian, I am also uneasy, but sometimes you must understand that the supernatural power currently controlled by He Yuelian is terrifying. We can only strive to get her to join headquarters, to stand with us, there is no second choice.”

“Even if we get rid of He Yuelian, once the supernatural within her gets out of control, it will be another S-level supernatural event, or perhaps more fittingly an SS-level supernatural event, and there’s no captain who would want to deal with such supernatural events.”

“Captains are human too, if possible, who would want to stir up such trouble? Zhang Xiangguang primarily wants to implement the Peach Blossom Fountain plan, if he didn’t do so, his life or death wouldn’t concern the captain at all.”

“If you have any other thoughts, it’s best to keep them to yourself. I’ll handle the matter of He Yuelian, you don’t need to interfere, if something goes wrong, I’ll be responsible. Conversely, if others disturb He Yuelian and something happens, I’ll kill that person, no matter who they are.” Yang Jian said as he carried Wang Han’s corpse and walked out.

Lu Zhiwen followed and said: “Although the initial probing of He Yuelian has ended, and she temporarily has no other thoughts, when she adapts to the supernatural within her and fully accepts those memory fragments not belonging to her, then He Yuelian might not remain He Yuelian.”

“What she will turn into, no one knows, for supernatural powers can indeed affect a person.”

Yang Jian paused and looked at him, saying: “Are you just worried, or did you predict something bad? If there’s no basis, what you say is nonsense.”

Lu Zhiwen said: “After leaving the Ghost Post Office, I took the time to sketch a drawing about He Yuelian, you can treat this sketch as a form of foresight, like what Xiong Wenwen can do, only Xiong Wenwen can foresee everything whereas I can only predict a future scene, and coincidentally, you are present in the picture.”

Having said that, he unfolded that sketch.

It was a black pen sketch, and the ink seemed not yet dry, a casual touch, black eerie ink stains would adhere to fingers. In the picture, Yang Jian’s corpse floated in a black pool, and not far beside stood a woman donned in a bizarre bridal gown, though it was a black sketch, it was still distinct enough to identify as He Yuelian.

“Perhaps by then she was no longer He Yuelian but possibly a fierce ghost. Still, from the information revealed in the sketch, it seems you’re already dead, and she stands beside, though one cannot conclude she’s the killer solely from this image, in the current supernatural circle, how many are capable of taking out you?”

“So her suspicion is very high.”

Lu Zhiwen’s tone was stiff and numb, yet appeared earnest and serious.

This was no minor affair.

Currently, Yang Jian is the Enforcement Captain at headquarters, and if he dies, one can only imagine what would occur there.

“Another thing predicting my death?”

Yang Jian frowned: “When I went to Japan for a business trip before, within the Exorcism Club there was an old film projector, anyone using it could see the scenes of their own death, but I’ve done experiments, the future can be altered, supernatural foresight isn’t 100% accurate.”

“That projector also predicted your death?” Lu Zhiwen asked.

“Similar to yours but without He Yuelian in the scene.” Yang Jian said.

Lu Zhiwen said; “Two supernatural powers both foresaw your death, things like these aren’t so coincidental, I think it’s something that needs attention, at least to ensure this outcome doesn’t occur.”

“Suppose we eliminated He Yuelian, and the foresight result still doesn’t change?”

Yang Jian said: “Or perhaps it’s precisely your actions and suspicions that caused this future event to occur? You trust in the supernatural’s prediction? I don’t, I trust myself a bit more.”

Lu Zhiwen fell silent for a moment.

Yang Jian continued: “Let’s just act as if this never happened, you don’t need to do anything, I am the Enforcement Captain now.”

Saying this, he took that sketch over.

The next moment, a sinister flame engulfed, turning the sketch into ashes within it.

This sketch was a supernatural product, using the Ghost Flame could completely burn it to ash.

“Let’s go, take a trip to Shuangqiao Town.”

Yang Jian set out again, bringing Lu Zhiwen and Wang Han’s corpse to return once more.

With the Ghost Domain unaffected by the Ghost Painting, Yang Jian could easily cover Shuangqiao Town and all its residents would be unaware.

“Chen Qiaoyang is not in Dahan City, nor in Shuangqiao Town; he slipped away.” Yang Jian reappeared near that abandoned elementary school with Lu Zhiwen.

They didn’t leave empty-handed.

Yang Jian walked straight to a peculiar item left on the ground.

It was a cage pieced together with bones, but now it was open, an old copper lock hanging on it.

No doubt, this was a supernatural artifact.

Yang Jian picked it up and casually tossed it into the puddle beneath his feet.

“Chen Qiaoyang’s direction is this way, no mistake, he must have fled to a further place.”

Lu Zhiwen was again using that pen to guide their direction.

The pen’s tip pointed afar, indicating the position of Chen Qiaoyang.

But this guidance had a flaw, offering only a direction, not a distance.

“As long as we have a direction, finding him shouldn’t be difficult.” Yang Jian prepared to proceed.

Lu Zhiwen however stopped him: “I suggest we let it go temporarily, Chen Qiaoyang has surely gone far. If we insist on hunting him, he might cause quite a commotion dragging many innocent people into it. We might kill him but with unnecessary costs.”

“On the contrary, sparing him now would mean he’d forever remain hidden, afraid to show his face again.”

“Some people, if not dealt with, will still cause trouble in the future. If you’re afraid of incidents now, that means they’ll happen later, and a captain operating together isn’t always available. If we miss this time, next time I might not be able to find him,” Yang Jian said.

“Stop the nonsense, let’s move now.”

Yang Jian rejected Lu Zhiwen’s suggestion, though his thought wasn’t wrong, surely fewer hidden dangers are better than more.

Moreover, Chen Qiaoyang knew about the antique clock in the Dadong City mansion.

If someday he steals that clock, the trouble that would follow would be immense.

Immediately.

The two resumed action, heading in the direction Lu Zhiwen indicated.

However, Chen Qiaoyang was much farther from their location than expected; Yang Jian crossed one city, two cities…five cities without reaching Chen Qiaoyang’s location.

“Could this guy have gone abroad by sea?” Yang Jian’s eyes turned grave, having already pursued to Dadong City where Wang Chaling resides.

And Lu Zhiwen’s direction still pointed onward.

This indicated Chen Qiaoyang wasn’t in Dadong City either.

“With his supernatural power, crossing the sea to go abroad is feasible.”

Lu Zhiwen said: “He’s become like a frightened bird, if he truly went abroad, some matters would become tricky.”

“Abroad there are foreign ghost handler headquarters; if discovered we might be stopped…Wait, the position seems to have changed.”

Lu Zhiwen wasn’t finished saying when suddenly he saw the pen floating on the paper spin half a circle, pointing in another direction.

“He didn’t go abroad, this guy knows we are after him, so he’s been constantly moving away from us, and now afraid we’ll catch him, he changed direction to escape.”

Without another word, Yang Jian immediately altered course, heading toward where the pen indicated.

Chen Qiaoyang might be able to use the Ghost Domain for extended periods, yet the Ghost Domain has a size limit.

“Him not going abroad was somewhat unexpected to me,” Lu Zhiwen found it unbelievable.

Already at the coast, Chen Qiaoyang actually took the risk of retreating.

This move made it basically impossible to escape now.

At this moment, Yang Jian opened the Ghost Eye, the scope of the Ghost Domain was continually expanding, now easily able to shroud a city.

Such a large-scale Ghost Domain moving in one direction at this speed was astonishing.

Very soon.

In a small ordinary county town, Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain collided with an emerging supernatural phenomenon.

The Ghost Domains were interfering with each other.

A strange paper sedan chair appeared in Yang Jian’s line of sight, with traces of damage and burning, as if it had just been through a fire.

“Chen Qiaoyang, you can’t escape.” The next moment, Yang Jian appeared with Lu Zhiwen, blocking the paper sedan chair’s path.

Within the Ghost Domain, Ghost Flames emerged, surging towards Chen Qiaoyang from all directions.

His Ghost Domain was continuously being compressed.

The paper figures carrying the sedan also stopped in their tracks.

“Chased me from Dahan City to here and still won’t let me go. Yang, you’re really ruthless.” A voice filled with gritted teeth came from within the paper sedan chair, belonging to Chen Qiaoyang.

Yang Jian said, “Last time you escaped from Dadong City. If you had remained hidden, I might not have pursued you. But since you chose to meddle with Zhang Xiangguang’s matters, time and again, someone as dangerous as you should be dealt with. Otherwise, I’ll regret not doing so when you cause bigger trouble next time.”

Inside the paper sedan chair, after a moment of silence, Chen Qiaoyang spoke with a tone of pleading: “I was involved in Zhang Xiangguang’s affairs, but it was forced upon me. We have a history, and I didn’t know things would get so out of hand. Though there were misunderstandings between us, I’m willing to change. Can you give me a chance?”

He resorted to begging at this point.

It seemed Chen Qiaoyang understood well that being caught today meant any escape was unlikely.

The other party possessed supernatural powers for tracking, making it futile to run.

“Let you go? Have you even considered what you’ve done?” Yang Jian coldly retorted.

Chen Qiaoyang continued to plead, “There aren’t many old ghost tamers left these days. Keep me around, and I can work for you, help headquarters handle supernatural events, and redeem myself. Killing me won’t offer you anything but satisfaction. Why bother? As the saying goes, let enmities pass with a smile. We don’t have deep grievances. With Zhang Xiangguang and the others failing, alone, I can’t stir much trouble. I’m no threat to you.”

“Having another helper is always beneficial.”

“Keeping you around could stir chaos. A ghost tamer like you can cause more damage than ten supernatural events should chaos arise.” Yang Jian firmly disagreed.

The Ghost Flames within the Ghost Domain grew fiercer.

By this time, the paper sedan chair had caught fire, starting to emit flames.

Chen Qiaoyang dared not leave the chair, knowing that stepping out would likely get him burned to death, yet he couldn’t hold on much longer, so he continued, “How about this, I’ll handle twenty supernatural events for you in exchange for my life? Or thirty, even forty—name your terms, and I assure you I’ll fulfill them.”

“Someone as capricious as you might fool others, but deceive me? Dream on. There was a reason Wang Chaling’s parents trapped you in that ancient house before; you’ve surely done your share of evil deeds in the past.” Yang Jian remained unmoved.

Lu Zhiwen refrained from advising Yang Jian as well.

Previously, he might have dissuaded Yang Jian, but now that they’d captured him, advising leniency seemed foolish.

“If you’re really going to end me, then I have no choice but to fight to the death,” Chen Qiaoyang fumed. “In pursuit of me before, you’ve passed through eight cities and fifteen counties. I’ve left traces of supernatural events in those places. While I’m alive, those hidden supernatural elements remain in control, subdued by me.”

“Once I’m dead, and those ghosts are no longer restrained by me, it would mean twenty-something supernatural incidents. I can’t say what might happen then.”

Lu Zhiwen’s eyes flickered, “Yang Jian, you’re right. Such a person truly must be killed. His proposal, handling thirty supernatural events to save his life, was likely a ruse. Letting him go would mean his hidden events become credited to him, slaughtering him means his latent events will cause issues either way, calculated from start to finish.”

“Yang, give me a way out, and we can keep the peace in the future, how about it?” Chen Qiaoyang probed again.

“Threatening me?”

With a cold expression, Yang Jian strode through the blazing Ghost Flames towards the paper sedan chair.

As of now, the paper sedan chair was half burnt and severely damaged, and inside, Chen Qiaoyang was restless, like an ant on a hot stove.

“You think I’d be intimidated by you? Want supernatural forces to spiral out of control, using ordinary lives as bargaining chips? I’ll just erase your consciousness and pass on your supernatural powers to someone else. This way, the problem will naturally be resolved by others. Supernatural powers from ghost tamers like you are most convenient for inheritance, without the issue of resurrection.”

“Oh no.”

Chen Qiaoyang’s face drastically changed as he prepared to abandon the sedan chair and flee.

“Too late.”

The next moment, the paper sedan chair was completely engulfed by flames, and the surrounding fire cut off Chen Qiaotou’s retreat, trapping him in the Ghost Domain.

His thick, viscous blood just dripping to the ground was immediately consumed by the flames, and the supernatural within that blood was burned away, rendering it useless.

“Yang…”

His face twisted in despair and rage.

Just as he turned back, a charred black hand seized his neck, and then the pitch-black Ghost Shadow covered him, directly invading Chen Qiaoyang’s consciousness.

“Go peacefully. It won’t hurt.” Yang Jian’s voice echoed beside his ear.

Chen Qiaoyang’s vision blurred, his consciousness began to dissolve, his eyelids hurriedly closing.

His nickname was Ghost Shepherd, and without ghosts at his side, his front-line combat abilities were weak, even to the point of being feeble. Precisely because of this, he’d long hidden himself, trying not to show his face whenever possible.

Very soon.

Chen Qiaoyang’s body twitched, he stopped struggling, his entire self limply hanging midair, rolling his eyes backward.

He wasn’t dead.

But he had become a living dead because Yang Jian had completely extracted his memories, forcibly erasing his consciousness.

“The era of seeing ghosts while alive, but neither living nor dead as Ghost Shepherd ends with you.”

Yang Jian released him, allowing Chen Qiaoyang to fall, but instead of hitting the ground, he stood there with vacant eyes.

Soon after, the surrounding firelight vanished, and his Ghost Domain retracted.

“A ghost tamer without consciousness makes a perfect experimental subject. Yang Jian, how about letting me take him? I can have him wear that human skin, then have Ah Hong draw out Li Jun’s face, and bring Li Jun back to life on Chen Qiaoyang.” Lu Zhiwen suggested.

“Can you do it?” Yang Jian asked.

Lu Zhiwen replied, “His supernatural power can restrain evil ghosts as well as human skin. Such supernatural power is well-suited for reviving Li Jun, the success rate is high.”

“If it’s for reviving Li Jun, I’ll spare no expense. Go ahead, and take another person with you.” As Yang Jian said this, a figure appeared before his eyes once again.

Initially, the figure was blurry, but gradually it became clearer, eventually completely manifesting in front of him.

It was a stranger, a young man.

Yet the next moment.

This stranger opened his eyes and woke up, “Yang Jian? You’ve resurrected me again? What is it this time? Last time I had to jump into the lake for you, you’re not asking me to die again, are you?”

“Stop rambling. All experiences are in your mind. I’ve given you part of Chen Qiaoyang’s memories. Work with Lu Zhiwen to deal with some hidden supernatural events in certain cities, you know the locations.” Yang Jian said.

He needed a pawn.

Thus, Wang Shan, having died several times already, was resurrected again by him.

“Alright, I understand.” Wang Shan sighed, somewhat helpless.

Lu Zhiwen glanced at Yang Jian, then at Wang Shan, “A supernatural product, yet surprisingly with a normal human’s consciousness… intriguing.”

“I’ve given you everything. Don’t seek me again for the rest, such trivial matters don’t interest me.”

After saying this to Lu Zhiwen, Yang Jian’s body sank into the standing water beneath him and then disappeared from sight.

“Give me a ride too; it’s a bit far from here to headquarters,” Lu Zhiwen said, though seemingly a moment too late.

“He’s always been like this; you’ll get used to it.”

Wang Shan came over to console him: “This is already my third or fourth resurrection. I’m not sure how long I’ll live this time. Let me introduce myself. I’m Wang Shan. Please take care of me in the future.”

“Lu Zhiwen, one of the captains at headquarters. I have your file.” Lu Zhiwen said, “Help me carry Chen Qiaoyang’s body, we should leave too.”

“No problem, Yang Jian told me to listen to you. You’re the boss now.” Wang Shan shrugged, willingly carrying Chen Qiaoyang’s body.

The next moment, their figures began to distort and then vanished from the spot.

Lu Zhiwen also had a Ghost Domain, though not as overwhelmingly vast as Yang Jian’s.

Thus, he had hoped Yang Jian would take him along for the journey.

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