Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1229 - 1195: The Peril Already Triggered

8 PM at night.

In the top floor office of Shangtong Tower.

Yang Jian sat in a chair, playing with an oil lamp made of Gold in his hand. Although the lamp was not lit, a faint smell of rotting corpse wafted from the black and turbid wick.

He took off his gloves and lightly touched the wick with his charred fingers.

Instantly, the oil lamp was ignited.

"As expected, the furnace fire on the Ghost Hand is still burning continuously, able to ignite this Corpse Oil Lamp. After all, corpse oil is also a kind of supernatural entity."

Yang Jian immediately put on his gloves and then extinguished the flame again.

However, this was just a small experiment in his leisure time.

At this moment, Huang Ziya pushed the door open and walked in: "Captain, the people from the Exorcism Club have arrived."

"Let them in." Yang Jian placed the oil lamp aside and looked up.

"You can come in now."

Huang Ziya glanced behind her, then walked to the sofa and sat down. Her long, thick black hair swayed elegantly with an alternative charm.

Soon.

A group of people walked into the office in a neat formation.

Leading them was a middle-aged man in a suit. Yang Jian had some impression of him, seemed to be called Wang Xin. As for the followers behind him, he had no interest in knowing each one.

"Hello, Yang Captain, we meet again."

Wang Xin immediately smiled and greeted warmly and friendly.

"Hello, Mister Yang."

The six subordinates in suits behind him bowed in unison to show their respect.

Yang Jian waved his hand, gesturing: "No need for such courtesy. How is your President Mishima of the Exorcism Club?"

"Thanks to Mister Yang's blessing, President Mishima is in good health, always diligently managing the affairs of the Exorcism Club," Wang Xin replied.

Yang Jian looked at the time: "I have other matters today, so I don't have much time for you, only ten minutes. So if you have anything to discuss with me, it's best to be brief and not waste time beating around the bush."

"Of course, we wouldn't dare waste Yang Captain's precious time," Wang Xin said.

"This visit to Yang Captain is primarily entrusted by President Mishima to greet you and thank you for solving the Door Knocking Ghost incident in our country back then."

Wang Xin brought up old matters and once again expressed his gratitude for the past incident.

Yang Jian said: "You paid, I did the job; it was a fair deal, no need for thanks. Just last time, I took down quite a few ghost tamers from your Exorcism Club. Hope you don't take it to heart."

"They offended Yang Captain, and being taken down by you was their deserved fate," Wang Xin said. "The main reason for this visit is to seek another opportunity for cooperation with Yang."

After speaking, he took out a file, respectfully handing it over.

"This is the file of the supernatural incidents happening in our country right now. We hope Yang Captain can provide us some assistance in your spare time. As for the terms, Mister Yang can name them."

Wang Xin bent over, holding the file in his hand, very respectfully.

Yang Jian frowned, took it, and casually flipped through a few pages.

There was no doubt that these were level A supernatural incidents, very dangerous.

This Exorcism Club was once again looking to hire someone to risk their life.

"I don't have any plans to go abroad recently, your Exorcism Club's affairs should be handled by yourselves," Yang Jian said, casually returning the file folder.

Wang Xin seemed to have anticipated Yang Jian's refusal and continued: "Yang Captain can keep the file. I believe there are still opportunities for cooperation between us and Yang. By the way, last time, because we parted in such haste, Miss Keiko still misses Yang Captain. So, Miss Keiko specially came here hoping to meet with Yang Captain, hoping you won't refuse her kind intent."

"Keiko?" Yang Jian remembered the person.

He understood Wang Xin's intention, no more than to use a beauty trap to reasonably insert someone into Shangtong Tower, to maintain contact or understand his movements.

Soon.

The office door opened again, and a cute and pretty girl in a dress, with pigtails, walked in somewhat nervously.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Yang Jian, and a smile appeared on her face: "Jian-kun, Keiko finally got to see you."

Yang Jian's expression was cold and unmoved. He glanced at Wang Xin and slowly said: "You brought her here specifically to make her the Exorcism Club's contact agent here?"

"Nothing can be hidden from Yang Captain. Miss Keiko is smart and gentle, she can surely handle this position. Hope Yang Captain won't refuse," Wang Xin admitted straightforwardly.

"An ordinary person, involved in supernatural events, won't have a good outcome," said Yang Jian.

Wang Xin smiled: "Yang Captain is the top talent in the supernatural circle. It's the best choice for Miss Keiko to follow Yang Captain."

Yang Jian looked at him with a slight flicker in his eyes: "She can stay."

"Thank you, Yang Dui." Wang Xin's smile grew even brighter.

Keiko also looked joyful.

Yang Jian said, "But besides her, that person also needs to stay with me."

After speaking, he pointed with his hand.

Wang Xin was stunned for a moment and looked back, only to see it was one of his subordinates named Xiao Ye, who was quite ordinary without any particular talents, just somewhat loyal.

"Does Yang Dui need my subordinate for something?"

He was very puzzled as to why Yang Jian focused on such an ordinary subordinate of his.

"Everyone is wearing black leather shoes, why is he wearing a pair of brown leather shoes?" Yang Jian said coldly.

Hmm?

Everyone looked in unison at the leather shoes on Xiao Ye's feet.

Indeed, they were brown and somewhat worn.

Huang Ziya, sitting on the sofa, squinted her eyes, observed for a moment, and then said, "Captain, the brown leather shoes this guy is wearing are not cowhide, but human skin. This guy is strange."

"I see it, blended into the crowd with no flaws, but I can sense the supernatural aura from afar," Yang Jian slowly stood up.

"Damn it, Xiao Ye, what stupid thing did you do?" Wang Xin was suddenly filled with anger and walked over, giving the subordinate named Xiao Ye a hard slap across the face.

Slap.

A sound of the slap echoed.

Xiao Ye's expression remained unchanged, without a hint of a smile, as if nothing had happened.

"Wang Xin, it seems your Exorcism Club has been infiltrated by the supernatural, and you didn't even notice such a strange person among you." Yang Jian slowly stood up.

He was certain that Wang Xin didn't know about this happening beside him.

"Yang Dui, I apologize for my negligence. Please give me a chance to make amends." At this moment, Wang Xin also realized there was something abnormal about Xiao Ye.

After one slap, there was no response at all, not even a shout of pain.

Immediately.

Wang Xin signaled to the other subordinates beside him.

At once, the others immediately restrained Xiao Ye and attempted to bind him with specially made steel ropes.

Xiao Ye remained silent and did not resist.

But as the group shook violently, something bizarre happened.

The human head on Xiao Ye's neck detached from the body amidst the jostling and rolled away.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked.

"Not a ghost, but a living person eroded by the supernatural, and very well hidden, indistinguishable from a living person, the body is still fresh."

Huang Ziya slowly stood up, her long black hair behind her swayed uneasily.

Yang Jian squinted his eyes slightly, seeing the headless body and the head rolling on the ground, he recalled an incident in Japan involving a human head balloon and how last time he lost a rotten Dead Man's Head while dealing with a Door Knocking Ghost incident in Japan... and that he had used the Ghost Scissors to cut off the curse of Ghost Lake, thus staining himself with another curse.

That curse was a rotten Dead Man's Head.

In other words, Yang Jian had long triggered the murder pattern of a fierce ghost.

"So far, there are no two identical ghosts in the supernatural circle, so could the curse of the rotten human head and Japan's Dead Man's Head be the same ghost?" Yang Jian couldn't help but speculate.

Having been cursed by the Ghost Scissors, sooner or later, a fierce ghost would find a way to approach and attack him.

It was just that the curse had been inactive for some time, and the ghost hadn't appeared, so Yang Jian relaxed his vigilance a bit.

Unexpectedly, on the first day back at work after returning from the Caesar Hotel, a supernatural incident approached him.

Wang Xin was currently in panic and unease. He looked at the headless Xiao Ye and then at Yang Jian, feeling intensely threatened.

This danger wasn't just from within the Exorcism Club, but from Yang Jian now as well.

If Yang Jian considered him responsible for bringing the supernatural occurrence, then today he was undoubtedly dead.

"Bang!"

The next moment.

The office door closed.

"Until this matter is resolved, all of you will stay here." Yang Jian stood up, walked over to the table, and picked up the golden oil lamp.

He wanted to see if this Corpse Oil Lamp, researched by Doctor Chen, could reveal any potential danger.