Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1224 - 1190: An Unexpected Visitor

At this moment, Yang Jian returned to the Guanjiang Residential Complex and only then remembered that there was also a Huang Family Gate at Wang Shanshan's residence.

That place was not originally part of the complex; it was a Republic of China-period building that wasn't demolished when the Guanjiang Residential Complex was established. The Ghost Mirror and the Ghost Cabinet previously came from two rooms there, and he didn't know what was in the third room.

Because that door was made of gold.

An entire building from the Republic of China period used gold to make a door. The contents inside were likely very terrifying, so he suppressed his curiosity and didn't try to open it.

However, this trip to the Caesar Hotel gave Yang Jian a new suspicion.

Because he also erected a gold door there.

Could there be some commonality between the two?

The doors might not be meant to imprison some terrifying ghost but could lead somewhere.

Because the method of imprisoning ghosts during the Republic of China period was different from now. During that time, people used the supernatural to confine the supernatural. A sudden gold door here must be something special.

If it were merely to imprison a ghost, that would be too extravagant.

Yang Jian gazed from afar, his eyes piercing through the building, ignoring the courtyard walls, and finally resting on the second floor of that building.

The golden door in his gaze remained intact.

Yet a thick coat of paint on the door made it inconspicuous.

After a moment, Yang Jian withdrew his gaze.

"Now is not the time to attempt opening that door. I can't even handle the Caesar Hotel situation properly; if behind that door is indeed another supernatural place, then I have no way to deal with it."

Yang Jian felt he still needed to grow and progress further down the road of being a ghost-wielder. Only then would he have the confidence to learn more.

Soon.

He turned and left, returning home.

As per his usual habit, he wanted to document this experience, and the person responsible for recording it must not be himself—it could only be ordinary people untouched by the supernatural.

Thus, the task always fell to Zhang Liqin and Jiang Yan, who were beside Yang Jian.

The two kept the notebook's contents strictly confidential and would not even peek at parts that didn't belong to their records because they knew that knowing too much about such supernatural matters was not a good thing.

The current time was afternoon.

Zhang Liqin and Jiang Yan were still working at Shangtong Tower; there was no one at home, and it seemed his mother, Zhang Fen, had also returned to their hometown again.

"Let's check out the company then."

Yang Jian didn't linger; after throwing the cracked spear into the swimming pool on the fourth floor of his house, he prepared to leave.

However, at that moment, the doorbell on the first floor suddenly rang.

"Hmm?"

Yang Jian's expression shifted, and he looked in the direction of the sound, using his ghost eye to see through the walls and view the situation outside the door.

Standing outside was a woman wearing sunglasses and a trench coat, with an elegant figure.

"Is it her?"

Yang Jian frowned but still went downstairs and opened the door.

"Hello, Mister Yang. I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

The woman took off her sunglasses, revealing an almost flawless face, with a faint smile that instantly reminded Yang Jian of an eerie painting.

"He Yuelian."

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, "You actually found me here from Da'ao City. That's not simple."

He Yuelian said, "Mister Yang is so famous, everyone knows you live in Dachang City. But Mister Yang seems to lack privacy regarding personal information—a lot of people in the complex are keeping an eye on you. I just spent a little money to easily confirm Mister Yang's whereabouts. I think Mister Yang should replace the complex's manager with someone else to manage this place."

"However, before that, Mister Yang, aren't you going to invite me in for a chat?"

"Come in." Yang Jian gestured.

He Yuelian walked in; she glanced around the living room slightly, then said, "I didn't expect Yang, the head of Dachang City, to live so simply, even less than an average wealthy businessman."

"I don't welcome strangers here. If you came to find me just to say some useless things, you can leave now."

Yang Jian sat on the sofa, looking cold and resolute, with a firm attitude without any courtesy.

"Don't forget, your life has always been in my hands. If I wished, I wouldn't even need to lift a finger, and you would commit suicide yourself. When facing someone who can control your life, it's best to lower your posture a bit. This isn't Da'ao City, and I'm not one of your suitors. Your continued survival isn't because of your looks or wealth, but just because you have a familiar face."

"I understand."

He Yuelian smiled slightly, "That's exactly why I came. I've bought an apartment in this complex and moved here, so I can stay a bit closer to Mister Yang."

"You're unable to stay in Da'ao City and came here seeking shelter, right?"

Yang Jian remarked indifferently, "Someone like you, without the protection of power and status, could easily be torn apart by those you've offended in the past."

"Mister Yang, please don't say that. At least I still have some value to Mister Yang. For someone with value, I'm sure Mister Yang wouldn't mind my proximity."

He Yuelian said, "Moreover, I'm very willing to cooperate with Mister Yang in solving the mystery of my appearance."

"If I were interested in your secret, I would've brought you to Dachang City when I left Da'ao City, but I didn't. Do you know why?" Yang Jian asked.

He Yuelian pretended to think, "Is it because I might bring unforeseen and terrifying supernatural events?"

"Seems like you have some self-awareness."

Yang Jian stared at her, "You're a pitiful person; your birth, your growth, your appearance, even your death, are beyond your control. You're someone's pawn; everything about you is manipulated. Anyone rashly approaching you might suffer misfortune. I don't want to get involved in your affair for the time being, which is why I don't want you to stay in Dachang City—because potential trouble is always trouble."

He Yuelian's eyes shifted slightly. She understood her situation well. But as a smart woman, she was unwilling to be manipulated this way. Her only chance to break free was to rely on one of the top ghost-wielders in the supernatural circle.

And amongst the people she knew, who could compare to Dachang City's ghost-eyed Yang Jian?

So she came.

Came with enough sincerity and awareness.

"So is Captain Yang trying to chase me away?" He Yuelian asked.

"Your sudden arrival has left me unsure how to handle you. Maybe I'll kill you, maybe I'll chase you away, maybe I'll keep you."

Yang Jian bluntly laid out his three considerations.

Now when he speaks and acts, he doesn't need to beat around the bush or hold back.

Because he doesn't need to cater to anyone, rather everyone needs to cater to him.

"Seems I'm not completely without hope."

He Yuelian laughed, happily, as her almost eerily perfect face relaxed, enough to make any man infatuated.

This is a face like a siren's.

But to Yang Jian, it's an ominous sign.

"I remember you should be twenty-five years old this year, right?" Yang Jian's expression suddenly shifted, as he asked an irrelevant question.

"Yes, I'm twenty-five already, but those are nominal years. I actually have my twenty-fifth birthday next month." He Yuelian seriously answered the irrelevant question.

She can be flirty but would never dare ignore Yang Jian's inquiries.

Not even a minor question.

Yang Jian said: "There is a painting where the woman looks just like you. How old do you think she was when the painting was made? Twenty-five or twenty-six?"

On hearing this, He Yuelian's expression changed dramatically: "Do you think when my age matches the age of the woman in the painting, that's when certain things will happen?"

"Other than that, I can't think of any other possibility, unless you are a failed work, and your existence isn't that important." Yang Jian said as he looked at her.

Talking to smart people indeed saves effort; with a word He Yuelian realized her predicament.

Age, no, but rather a predetermined time.

Once that predetermined time arrives, perhaps some inconceivable things will happen.

"Mister Yang, your conjecture is indeed very reasonable. That day may really soon come." He Yuelian took several deep breaths: "What should I do then?"

"No need to be so euphemistic. What could a normal person like you do? Instead, just directly ask, what can I help you with?"

Yang Jian said: "I've mentioned someone named Zhang Xiangguang to you before. You've probably investigated him recently, right? He appeared in Da'ao City in the past, did you find any clues?"

"Unfortunately, I didn't find any clues."

He Yuelian shook her head and said: "Even Mister Yang with your abilities couldn't find this person, how could an ordinary person like me have such skill."

"I'll give you a place, go find someone named Sun Rui there, and mention this name, maybe you can get some answers." Yang Jian picked up a pen and paper at the table and wrote down an address.

That's the address of the Ghost Post Office.

Though the Ghost Post Office no longer exists, Sun Rui is still there, all previous things remain.

"Dahan City?" He Yuelian took the address, showing some confusion.

"Mister Yang, won't you go together?"

Yang Jian said: "I'll appear naturally when it's time for me to appear."

"If so, I'll head to Dahan City today." He Yuelian understood Yang Jian's arrangement for her at this moment.

Which is to chase her away.

But Yang Jian also gave He Yuelian a direction, so she's not entirely without a target.

"You should set off now." Yang Jian said.

"Alright, I understand. I'll set off now." He Yuelian stood up immediately.

"No need to see you off."

Yang Jian gestured slightly, not even standing up.

He Yuelian smiled: "Mister Yang is really indifferent, I hope I can survive the return trip this time, then I'll come ask Mister Yang for tea."

She understood that this journey wouldn't be smooth sailing; there would definitely be danger.

So she was prepared for death.

But she had to go because she didn't want to wait for that fated day to arrive, she had to fight, even if the chances were slim.

"If you can come back safely, I might consider giving you a job. My company still lacks a receptionist, and your face is very suitable for that position." Yang Jian calmly said.

"That's quite a nice job indeed." He Yuelian said with some anticipation.

Receptionist is the face of the company, which means if she can come back alive, she can enter Yang Jian's circle and gain protection.

But currently, she does not have this qualification.

So He Yuelian didn't waste any more time, she immediately got up and set off.

Yang Jian watched her leave and couldn't help but ponder.

Sun Rui now manages the Ghost Post Office, renamed Hell Apartment; there is still a painting of Zhang Xiangguang there. He wants to know what will happen when Zhang Xiangguang sees He Yuelian at that time?

However, he isn't worried about any accidents occurring.

After all, the post office now has a manager, he just needs to wait for news to come in.

If there's really something unmanageable, Sun Rui will naturally contact him.

After thinking for a while, Yang Jian temporarily put this matter aside, he moved towards Shangtong Tower to see if anything else had happened in recent days.