Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1549 - 1512: 2 Days Left

The coffin shop has chosen to compromise at this moment, unexpectedly willing to proactively compensate Yang Jian, just to exchange for him not coming to cause trouble again.

Looking at the ghost money flying all over the place, Yang Jian had a pang of conscience in the end and decided to cut his losses, agreeing to the deal with the coffin shop.

He stretched out his Ghost Hand and swiftly grabbed the ghost money.

Very soon, he had a thick wad of colorful bills in his hand. After counting them carefully, including the thirty-six yuan he had initially, he now had a total of two hundred and thirty-six yuan.

The coffin shop unexpectedly compensated Yang Jian with two hundred yuan in one go.

Whether in the present or during the Republic of China Period, this amount was a huge sum of money.

“It seems this coffin shop was really frightened by the robbery, otherwise, why would they be willing to compensate with so much money?” Yang Jian thought to himself.

Or perhaps, this coffin shop used to conduct its business unscrupulously, earning too much, daring to sell a single coffin for thirty-six yuan. These two hundred yuan could just cover the cost of five or six coffins back then.

Anyway, this trip was worth it for Yang Jian.

He took a deep look at the coffin shop.

Yang Jian didn’t step in again but turned around and left.

This time, he really left Ghost Street, left Taiping Ancient Town, and probably won’t frequent this place for quite a while.

“Let’s go back to Dachang City.”

Yang Jian needed to start figuring out how to solve the problem of his ghost revival.

With a red coffin as a backup, he had gained some confidence, not totally at a loss, because if push came to shove, lying in the coffin could at least let him hold out a little longer; though that was not the outcome he wished to see.

In an age when the supernatural has completely spiraled out of control, many things still awaited Yang Jian to handle; he could not rest yet.

In a short while.

Yang Jian, along with Lin Yunhui, arrived in Dachang City.

“This is the city I am in charge of. My task is to handle all supernatural events in this city and its surrounding areas, ensuring normal life for ordinary people. However, due to a recent conflict, many in charge died, and now there’s a severe manpower shortage. Some cities have no one to handle supernatural events, so now I have to also manage the safety of the other six or seven small cities nearby.”

Lin Yunhui observed Dachang City, nodding, she said, “Indeed, this is a very peaceful city, with no supernatural events occurring. In these times, having such a place where people can live and work in peace is an extremely precious thing. What you’ve done is admirable.”

No matter Yang Jian’s personality or morality, the fact is he genuinely protected a city’s residents, shielding millions from the threat of supernatural occurrences. This alone earns respect from people.

Additionally, Yang Jian never led a life of luxury or committed unlawful acts; everything was merely for survival.

Regardless of the era, such a person is like a living Bodhisattva, worthy of incense offerings.

Had it been someone with more self-interest, weighed down by desires, they might have already indulged in extravagant living.

“I am just one person with limited capabilities; I can’t be everywhere at once, so I need teammates to help. Now that you’ve chosen to join my team, you also have to accept the corresponding responsibilities. From today on, you need to start helping handle supernatural events. Of course, you can refuse,” Yang Jian said to her.

“Why refuse? Fighting the supernatural, ensuring ordinary people’s normal lives, extending the living’s lives, is what every ghost-wielder should do. The Republic of China Era was chaotic, but that was due to fights and conflicts stemming from different beliefs. Nonetheless, combating ghosts was a common goal for everyone.”

“I am more than willing to help deal with supernatural events and protect city safety,” said Lin Yunhui seriously.

“Words aren’t enough; I need to see your results.”

Yang Jian finished his words and took Lin Yunhui to Shangtong Tower, arriving at Liu Xiaoyu’s office.

Currently, there were many staff busy at Liu Xiaoyu’s office. They were tirelessly answering phones, recording files, and confirming where potential supernatural events might occur.

“Yang Jian, you’re here.” Liu Xiaoyu’s eyes lit up upon seeing Yang Jian, and she immediately stood up.

“President Yang,” others greeted in unison.

“Yang Jian,” Yang Xiaohua’s face also lit up with happiness; like an old friend, she was someone who was resurrected through the supernatural and now worked for Yang Jian.

“I’ll be brief. This is Lin Yunhui, a ghost-wielder I’ve just recruited. From today, she’ll join my team to assist in handling supernatural events. Liu Xiaoyu, are there any unresolved supernatural cases on hand? You can assign them to her,” Yang Jian said.

“Yes, just within half a day, I’ve already confirmed three supernatural events, with five more suspected ones. Here are the file documents,” Liu Xiaoyu immediately produced a stack of files.

The documents noted the times, locations, and basic descriptions of supernatural events, like the appearance of deceased at the scene, scale of the supernatural, etc.

“Leave it to me to handle,” Lin Yunhui proactively went over, took the pile of files, and started flipping through the first document.

“Xiaochun City? I’ll head over there right away.”

After closing the file, she got ready to take action immediately, seemingly someone who’s action-oriented.

Liu Xiaoyu said, “Miss Lin, wait a moment. Before you take action, please give me ten minutes to register your identity and establish a file.”

“Okay.” Lin Yunhui nodded.

Yang Jian said, “I have other matters to attend to, so I won’t be staying with you.”

“Rest assured, Miss Lin will be properly arranged,” Liu Xiaoyu said.

Yang Jian nodded, took a glance at Lin Yunhui but didn’t say much, immediately turned and left.

To him, Lin Yunhui was a mystery, he couldn’t even be sure if she had truly revived, but as long as she could help handle supernatural events and stabilize the situation, Yang Jian could allow her existence.

After arranging Lin Yunhui, Yang Jian returned alone to the Guanjiang Residential Complex.

At this moment, there was no one at home because Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin had already taken Yang Jian’s mother back to their hometown. In their hometown, Yang Jian had Jiang Yan build a new house and also constructed a new safe house, ensuring safety is guaranteed, as Yang Jian will have to deal with his own ghost revival issue and will not be able to ensure the safety of his family for a while.

Therefore, Yang Jian did not return home but went to the very back of the complex.

There stands a solitary house, quite out of place among the surrounding tall buildings.

This is a residence transformed from an old Republic of China-era building, also where Wang Shanshan lives, because Wang Shanshan was affected by supernatural forces, her body is unlike ordinary people, preventing her from living like a normal person, she chose to live alone.

Yang Jian’s arrival did not surprise Wang Shanshan.

Because she had already sensed him approaching.

“Why do you have the time to come to my place?” Wang Shanshan sat on the sofa watching TV, amid Yang Jian’s appearance, she merely slightly turned her head for a glance.

“Your place is spacious, I need to put some things here,” Yang Jian said.

Wang Shanshan said: “What kind of things?”

“Coffins.”

After Yang Jian finished speaking, water pooled at his feet, and the supernatural influence of Ghost Lake began to swiftly invade the surroundings, subsequently several coffins floated up from the water.

There were black coffins, and red ones too, in total there were ten coffins.

“Do you think it’s appropriate to place so many coffins here?” Wang Shanshan asked coldly, glancing over.

“These coffins are empty, nothing inside them, won’t be of any danger,” Yang Jian said, opening a coffin.

Indeed, there was nothing inside.

But it nonetheless exuded an eerie atmosphere, making people uneasy.

However, to be sure, Yang Jian opened each coffin one by one, confirmed nothing inside, and then closed them.

“Who are these coffins prepared for?” Wang Shanshan asked.

“One of them is prepared for me, the rest are uncertain for now, just preparatory, these were hard to come by, might be difficult to purchase again in future,” Yang Jian said.

Wang Shanshan didn’t ask further, instead said: “When will you open that third room’s golden door on the second floor to have a look?”

“What’s up?” Yang Jian raised his head slightly, gazed at the second floor.

The third room’s door on the second floor was cast in gold, able to isolate supernatural effects, inside held unknown contents, until now Yang Jian hasn’t opened it.

Even with Ghost Eyes’ peering, he could only see a large golden box.

“Nothing much, just recently at night seemed to have some disturbance from that room, perhaps I heard wrong, my surveillance didn’t record any sounds,” Wang Shanshan said.

“Around what time did it happen?” Yang Jian frowned.

That room dormant for decades has disturbances showing, it’s not good news.

“Around midnight,” Wang Shanshan said.

Yang Jian said: “Okay, once my current affairs finish, I will open it to check, eliminate risks, if you’re feeling scared recently, I’ll arrange a new place for you to stay.”

“No need, this place is nice, and I’m not scared, if there truly is something terrifying emerging, I can notify you immediately,” Wang Shanshan said.

She was silently monitoring this door for Yang Jian.

“Thanks for your effort,” Yang Jian accepted Wang Shanshan’s kind offer.

“A mere trivial matter, go handle your business, don’t worry about me,” Wang Shanshan said.

Yang Jian nodded and after placing the coffins, left.

He then found a secluded place, silently retrieving the human skin parchment once more from the lake.

An eerie line of black distorted characters suddenly appeared on the dark brown parchment.

Time remaining until ghost revival: two days.

Before Yang Jian could converse with the parchment, an important message had emerged.

“Turns out, I really only have two or three days,” Yang Jian quietly thought, he’d mostly anticipated such a result.

Since the ghost revival feeling was getting increasingly intense now, based on his own experience, the arrival of the critical moment wouldn’t be long.

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