Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1604 - 1567: Funeral

Zhang Wei’s funeral took place on the third day.

Many people attended the funeral, but most of them were elderly, making Yang Jian stand out among the crowd.

Zhang Wei’s son, Zhang Wenwen, cried sorrowfully, and many came to console him, though most were young people.

“I never expected Ah Wei to be gone too. He was always in good health, I thought he would live a long time. Just recently, I saw him wandering around the complex with a cane.”

“Sigh, without Ah Wei, the complex will no longer be lively.”

“We’ll have to move soon. We old folks don’t know if we’ll see each other again.”

The elderly gathered together, chatting and sharing their sentiments.

At Zhang Wei’s funeral, Yang Jian saw a familiar face.

It was also an elderly person, appearing around eighty, with a gentle demeanor. However, she didn’t seem well, looking a bit frail.

The old lady appeared to see Yang Jian too. She looked somewhat surprised, as if doubting her eyes, then hurried over with the support of a young person.

“You, are you… Yang Jian?”

She asked nervously, trying to confirm.

“It’s me, Miao Xiaoshan. Never expected to meet you again at Zhang Wei’s funeral.” Yang Jian nodded calmly.

Hearing the familiar voice, tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she grasped Yang Jian’s arm, “Why did you come back only now, why only now…”

She kept repeating the phrase, overwhelmed with emotions.

“In that cruel era, many things weren’t for us to decide, don’t you think?” Yang Jian explained.

“How long have you been back? Why didn’t you come see me? I’ve been waiting for you to return.” Miao Xiaoshan said through her tears, looking at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian replied, “I woke up just a few days ago. I was planning to visit you, but something came up that delayed me. How have you been these years?”

“I’ve been alright, no worries about food or clothes, but not very happy.” Miao Xiaoshan lowered her gaze, wiping her tears.

Yang Jian glanced at Zhang Wei’s portrait in the distance, “Zhang Wei wasn’t very happy either.”

“If you hadn’t left, maybe everything would be different,” Miao Xiaoshan said.

“If I hadn’t left, no one would have a future.” Yang Jian sighed lightly, “My decision back then wasn’t wrong. If I didn’t lock away the era of the supernatural, who knows how many people would have died. Compared to that hopeless era, the result now is the best outcome.”

“But you came back too late. How great would it be if you came back twenty years earlier? Why did you return only now?”

Miao Xiaoshan, usually gentle, was rather upset now, weakly patting Yang Jian to vent her decades-long frustration.

“Grandma, you have a heart condition, the doctor said you can’t get too emotional.”

At this moment, the young person beside them hurried forward to support Miao Xiaoshan, trying to keep her calm.

Yang Jian looked steadily at the young person, then said, “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.”

The young person looked at Yang Jian, baffled. He didn’t know what story lie between his grandmother and this person, just that she had spent her life waiting for a man named Yang Jian to appear.

Was this the man? But why did he look so young?

The young person scrutinized for a few moments but couldn’t discern anything special about Yang Jian.

“Earlier, Jiang Yan suggested I give each of you a chance. If you’re willing, I can let you return to your youth and live another life,” Yang Jian said.

Miao Xiaoshan stopped her hands and, with tears in her eyes, said, “But Ah Wei refused, right?”

“Yes,” Yang Jian replied.

“Of course. We’ve already lived our lives. What can we do by going back to our youth? Parents, relatives, friends have all passed. There’s nothing left to hold onto in this world, even Ah Wei has let go. What do I have left to hold onto?”

After saying this, Miao Xiaoshan looked at Yang Jian, “The only thing I wanted was to see you once more, and now that I have, even if I die someday, I’ll feel content.”

“It makes me relieved to hear you say that,” Yang Jian said.

“We’ve already lived our lives, even if it was imperfect, it has to end. But then what about you?” Tears shimmered in Miao Xiaoshan’s eyes, “How will you live your life? You’ll have no family, no friends, no one will know you, and you’ll never die.”

As she spoke, she touched Yang Jian’s cold, heartbeat-less chest, “Inside this god-like body lies a tragic soul.”

“You can save everyone, yet you cannot save yourself. The one who truly needs those sixty years isn’t us, it’s you.”

“Because in those sixty years, it wasn’t us who lost you, but you who lost us entirely.”

“You’re so pitiful, so tormented, yet there’s nothing I can do. I can’t help you.”

“I’m sorry, Yang Jian.”

Miao Xiaoshan said tearfully, as she couldn’t bear the thought of everyone from her generation passing, leaving Yang Jian alone in the world.

“Some things must be done by someone, and this cruel era has to be borne by someone,” Yang Jian remained calm, “It wasn’t fate that chose me, I chose fate.”

“Yes, sixty years ago you could have ignored the rise of the supernatural. With your abilities, you could have lived well. That era might have been hopeless, but your life would have been perfect. But why you? Why did you bear all of this in the end, when there were so many top figures?” Miao Xiaoshan expressed a complex emotion.

Yang Jian replied, “Because I wanted to protect everyone around me.”

“I know, I know, you’ve always been like that,” Miao Xiaoshan murmured, and then her frail hands slowly withdrew from that cold chest, “If one day you can’t hold on, go back, go back to sixty years ago, back to No. 7 Middle School, to that evening self-study.”

“We are all waiting for you at the school.”

Yang Jian remained silent, not speaking.

“I have to go,” Miao Xiaoshan said, looking up at Yang Jian, as if to imprint his face forever in her mind.

“Where are you going?” Yang Jian asked.

Miao Xiaoshan shook her head, “It doesn’t matter.”

“I understand. Do you need me to see you off in the end?” Yang Jian asked again.

“No, don’t come,” Miao Xiaoshan replied with tears, “I’m afraid I can’t resist staying with you.”

“Then have a good journey, remember to be a bit happier.” Yang Jian reached out to touch her aged face, just like when she was young.

Miao Xiaoshan, weeping silently, turned away, supported by the young person beside her.

This funeral not only buried Zhang Wei but also buried her past.

Yang Jian watched Miao Xiaoshan leave.

He knew that once she left, it would be a farewell forever.

After Miao Xiaoshan’s figure disappeared from view, the funeral came to an end.

Only then did Yang Jian turn and leave alone.

He walked on the roads of the familiar yet strange complex, unconsciously heading back home.

The lights at home were still bright, though the building had aged, slightly different from his memory.

As he stepped inside, he saw Jiang Yan and Liu Xiaoyu busy, cleaning the old house, clearing out many unused things.

“Yang Jian, you’re finally back. Where did you go? The house was filthy, Liu Xiaoyu and I spent the entire day cleaning and haven’t finished yet.” Jiang Yan smiled as she saw Yang Jian, quickly greeting him, her mood exceptionally cheerful.

Seeing the young Jiang Yan, Yang Jian momentarily hesitated.

It felt as if it was still sixty years ago, and he’d merely slept for a day.

Back then, Miao Xiaoshan was still studying, Zhang Wei was still playing at the company, his mother was still planting vegetables in the yard, and even Zhang Liqin hadn’t passed away, just dressing up in her room…

“I went to attend Zhang Wei’s funeral.” Yang Jian snapped back to reality and said.

“What? Zhang Wei died?” Jiang Yan was surprised, as in her current cognition, Zhang Wei was still very young.

“It’s already been sixty years, Zhang Wei is no longer young,” Liu Xiaoyu said. “Even though you’ve lost your memory, you should have some common sense.”

Jiang Yan finally realized that she wasn’t living in the past but in a time sixty years later, where many things had changed.

“Yang Jian, are you okay?” Liu Xiaoyu asked.

“I’m fine,” Yang Jian shook his head. “Zhang Wei doesn’t want to continue living. To him, his life has already passed.”

“Yes, their lives have already ended,” Jiang Yan sighed. “If they wanted to live on, you could completely restore them to their younger selves.”

Yang Jian looked at the old house. “This house is so dilapidated that it’s no longer necessary to clean it. Tomorrow, I’ll take you all away from here.”

“Then we will come back,” Jiang Yan said with some reluctance.

She had stayed here for a long time, and to her, this place was her home.

“We will. I’ll have Guanjiang Residential Complex rebuilt, and once it’s renovated, we’ll return,” Yang Jian said.

“Okay.”

Jiang Yan nodded and then added, “I wish Elder Sister Qin were still here. Her cooking was delicious. Can you give her a chance too?”

“She passed away too long ago,” Yang Jian replied. “But if there’s a chance, I can go and talk to her.”

“That’s good,” Jiang Yan smiled.

In this unfamiliar era, she longed to have more familiar faces around her.

Being alone was too lonely. If there were some familiar people around, it wouldn’t be so lonely.

The next day.

Yang Jian prepared to leave Guanjiang Residential Complex.

He no longer had a reason to stay here, and the old complex was soon to disappear with the passing of those old folks.

But before leaving, he had something to do.

“Wait for me at the entrance, I’ll go inside to say a few words to Wang Shanshan,” Yang Jian said as he came to the small temple.

“Okay.”

Jiang Yan and Liu Xiaoyu nodded, waiting at the entrance with their suitcases.

“Yang Jian,” suddenly Liu Xiaoyu spoke up, “If Wang Shanshan is willing, let her come with us. She’s spent her whole life here. She should see the world outside.”

“I know,” Yang Jian said, not looking back as he walked straight into the small temple.

Inside the temple.

Wang Shanshan was still wearing the same white long dress as before, and at that moment, she was cleaning the golden statue.

Although the statue had been propped up again, it was deformed and couldn’t return to its original state.

“You didn’t attend the funeral yesterday,” Yang Jian said.

Wang Shanshan didn’t stop her movements and continued wiping the bloodstains from the statue. She said, “Ah Wei is already dead. What could my presence change? We’ve lived here in this complex for sixty years; one final meeting doesn’t matter.”

“What are your plans for the future?” Yang Jian asked.

Wang Shanshan paused for a moment.

Yes, what could she still do in the future?

She had bid farewell to her parents, Wang Bin and Wang Haiyan, a long time ago, and now Ah Wei was gone too. There weren’t many familiar people left in this complex.

“I’ve always stayed here because I have attachments here. Once I leave, I have nowhere to go,” Wang Shanshan continued wiping the statue.

“You can come with me. I’ll take you to see a new future,” Yang Jian suggested.

Wang Shanshan turned around, her expression cold. “Actually, I’ve been pondering a question for these past few days.”

“What question?” Yang Jian asked with curiosity.

“Are you really Yang Jian?” A hint of doubt appeared on Wang Shanshan’s cold face.

Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly. “Why do you think that? Do you think I’m fake, a ghost perhaps?”

“That day, when I called out to you, you didn’t appear. And you mentioned yourself that the human skin paper never lies. Do you still remember the first thing it said when it was in your hands?” Wang Shanshan asked calmly.

Yang Jian immediately replied, “Of course I remember. The first thing the human skin paper said was: ‘My name is Yang Jian. By the time you see this message, I am already dead…’. “

“But that doesn’t matter. The supernatural is always full of uncertainty. You can’t deny my existence just because of a name or a phrase from human skin paper. Perhaps it’s a trap laid by the human skin paper too.”

“It’s not important to others, but it matters greatly to me. I’ve been waiting my whole life for an answer, and I hope, whatever the outcome, this answer is true and not false,” Wang Shanshan said. “Actually, I have a simple and direct way to test whether you are Yang Jian, do you want to try?”

Yang Jian frowned slightly. “What method?”

Wang Shanshan washed the cloth in her hand, then continued to wipe the golden statue. She said, “If I asked you to kill me, would you do it?”

“Why say such things?” Yang Jian looked at her and asked.

A faint smile appeared on Wang Shanshan’s pale face. “If it’s Yang Jian, he definitely wouldn’t do it, right?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t kill you,” Yang Jian said seriously.

“I trust what you say,” Wang Shanshan nodded slightly. “Yang Jian would never kill me, but if it were the Ghost Child, it might be different. It would follow my orders, even if it meant killing me.”

“So, you think I am the Ghost Child, not Yang Jian?” Yang Jian asked.

Wang Shanshan put down the cloth in her hand. She looked at the now clean golden statue before turning around and saying, “From you, I sense a familiar aura. Don’t forget, I spent the longest time with the Ghost Child. I will never forget that feeling.”

“If you’re not Yang Jian, then I must die, because a perfect god cannot have any flaws. This is the hard work of Yang Jian’s life. My existence cannot be the blemish on it.”

“If you truly are Yang Jian, please forgive my doubts and testing.”

“Don’t do this. Testing me with your life is cruel to both you and me,” Yang Jian sincerely advised.

Wang Shanshan ignored Yang Jian’s advice and instead, with a smile, walked over and finally stopped in front of him.

“Tell me, what is your real name.”

“The name reporter He Feng got from Liu Xiaoyu is… Yang Jue,” Yang Jian replied.

Wang Shanshan looked deeply at him and said, “Yang Jue, if I die, I hope you realize Yang Jian’s dream, to become a perfect god in this world and completely end the supernatural era.”

“But now, I want you to kill me and bury my body along with that golden statue beneath this small temple.”

…

Seven minutes later.

Yang Jian walked out of the small temple alone.

Liu Xiaoyu and Jiang Yan had been waiting at the entrance for a long time.

“Yang Jian, what about Wang Shanshan? Did she agree to come with us?” Jiang Yan asked.

“She wants to stay here,” Yang Jian said without stopping as he continued walking forward.

The two quickly followed.

“Yang Jian, what should we do after leaving here?” Liu Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Jian paused his steps, looked back, and then said, “To completely end the supernatural era.”

The three figures faded into the distance until a golden light flashed, and they were never seen again.

(The End)

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