Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1241 - 1207: Igniting Zhang Lei's Flame

The reason Yang Jian arranged for Liu Siyue to take Zhao Xiaoya back to Dachang City was simple.

In the coming period, he might need to use the Wishing Ghost's ability, and the next time Zhao Xiaoya makes a wish, the person who dies will definitely be Liu Siyue.

But it doesn't matter, Yang Jian can resurrect Liu Siyue again.

He wants to see if doing this can meet the condition of that Wishing Ghost. If it can, then repeating this action might allow for multiple cost-free wishes to come true.

Of course, this is just a conception.

At this moment.

Yang Jian returned to the city. He didn't wander aimlessly but came to a high-end, luxurious villa complex.

He has a villa here, which was given to him by He Tianxiong from his former circle of friends.

It's now almost a year later. He wonders if He Tianxiong, the one who slipped through the net in his circle of friends, is still alive. After all, Ghost Envoys have short lives, and surviving until now is already quite good.

Yang Jian stopped at the gate of Villa No. 8.

He didn't bring keys because before he left last time, he gave the keys to Miao Xiaoshan and entrusted the place to her.

This time, Yang Jian came to headquarters, deciding to take a moment to see Miao Xiaoshan.

Although the gate was tightly closed.

But this did not stop Yang Jian. As his Ghost Shadow spread, the heavy gate in front of him immediately opened.

Inside an ordinary villa, the interior was splendidly decorated, gleaming everywhere with a vulgar nouveau riche aura.

Though tacky, the walls here were covered with gold leaf everywhere. Although it was a thin layer, it could block paranormal intrusion and spying, making it a very practical safe house. If there really were ghosts here, the chances of escaping unharmed from this house were very high.

The spacious hall was bright and tidy.

No changes from before, except that there were now three rows of large bookshelves on the back wall, filled with books, with a writing desk in front.

There were many notebooks on the desk, piled together, with many places bookmarked.

It was clear that someone was diligently studying.

Yang Jian looked closer.

The handwriting in the notebooks was neat and graceful, undoubtedly Miao Xiaoshan's notes,

He casually picked up a notebook, flipped through, and glanced at it.

He found it was filled with made-up little stories, scattered, some incomprehensible, but judging from the context, they were all ghost stories.

"Did Miao Xiaoshan write this?"

Yang Jian put the notebook back without reading further.

"Yang, Yang Jian, why are you here? You scared me. I thought someone was standing there."

Suddenly, at this moment, a girl upstairs stood there, looking at Yang Jian with slight surprise.

She seemed not to expect him to come here suddenly.

Yang Jian looked at the girl, recalling: "You are Miao Xiaoshan's classmate, Sun Yujia?"

"Yes, it's me. I thought you wouldn't remember me."

Sun Yujia said with a smile, her eyes flashing a bit of curiosity: "Yang Jian, you're here to see Miao Xiaoshan, right? She's not here today. She went out shopping with Liu Zi, saying they needed to buy some important reference books. Shall I call them to come back quickly?"

"No need, I just stopped by to take a look and will leave in a while," Yang Jian said.

Sun Yujia hurried down from upstairs, then said: "Do you want tea? We also have beverages here. I'll get them for you."

Soon.

She took out mineral water and cola from the fridge and brought them to Yang Jian.

"How are you adjusting to living here?"

Yang Jian took the cola and asked casually.

"We're all used to it, though the place is a bit large, making cleaning a bit tiring. But we should really thank you, Yang Jian. Otherwise, we wouldn't have a place to stay and would be out on the streets."

Sun Yujia said, sneaking a glance at Yang Jian, her heart full of curiosity about this rumored Ghost Envoy.

"It's just a minor thing. As long as you're comfortable, keep living here. I don't come often anyway."

Yang Jian said: "What is Miao Xiaoshan writing recently? Making so many notes, looking through so much material? Is it a paper? It doesn't seem like it. It seems more like she's writing a story."

"Miao Xiaoshan said she wants to write a special storybook. These are all the materials she's gathered."

Sun Yujia said, then added softly: "I heard it's about your stories."

"My stories?"

Yang Jian asked: "Why write about my stories?"

"I don't know either," Sun Yujia shook her head.

Yang Jian didn't ask further, he only said: "Wanting to do something is a good thing. Encouragement and support are necessary; it's just that the stories she makes up are a bit difficult. Real stories are far more exciting than she imagines. Since she wants to write, you can tell her some stories of my experiences. I hope it can help her."

"Me?"

Sun Yujia pointed to her neck, a bit embarrassed: "I know nothing. How would I know the stories of your experiences? Although Miao Xiaoshan tells me some past events, I know less than she does."

"You didn't know before, but soon you will."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he took a step forward and lightly tapped her forehead with his finger.

The cold aura made Sun Yujia slightly uncomfortable, but soon she was in a daze, her eyes vacant, as if she had lost her soul.

A memory not belonging to her appeared in her mind.

It was a terrifying and desperate series of experiences.

"These stories will be forgotten immediately after you tell them to Miao Xiaoshan."

In the unfamiliar memory, a cold voice said.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

Sun Yujia finally came to her senses.

However, there was no one in front of her anymore. The Yang Jian who was just here had already disappeared, and the only evidence proving Yang Jian had been here was the empty cola bottle on the nearby table.

"Is that Yang Jian's memory..."

Sun Yujia, recalling that memory in her mind, couldn't help but shiver.

Although the memory wasn't particularly complete, consisting only of one terrifying supernatural event after another, merely flipping through it was enough to instill fear and despair in an ordinary person.

Yang Jian, having left here, went to where Gao Ming used to work.

He didn't come here to investigate anything, just simply to meet this city's new leader, Zhang Lei.

At this moment, Zhang Lei was in the office organizing the files and materials Gao Ming left behind, preparing to smoothly take over within the next few days.

Of course, he wasn't alone. He had two assistants, who are also Ghost Envoys.

They seemed to be newcomers, still quite immature, not having been Ghost Envoys for long.

"Zhang Lei, do you think you can become a leader in your current state?"

Yang Jian appeared in his office, immediately asking.

"Who?"

The assistant beside him was startled, overreacting a bit.

Zhang Lei immediately said, "Calm down, don't panic, it's Yang Jian."

He reacted quickly, knowing from the voice that Yang Jian had used the Ghost Domain to suddenly appear here.

"Yang Jian, your sudden arrival is startling people. I heard you came to the headquarters to attend the captain's meeting, and just now went to investigate Gao Ming's cause of death. How did it go? Any results?" Zhang Lei said.

Yang Jian said, "The one who killed Gao Ming is a top-tier ghost handler. I fought with him and didn't gain any advantage, even suffered a loss."

"It seems this matter is indeed extraordinary."

Zhang Lei sighed and said, "Unfortunately, my state is not ideal. I can't take action many times. After all, there's no choice, the ghost I handle is too vicious, it could devour me anytime. It's still the same, Ah Hong drew a Ghost Envoy on me, using the Ghost Makeup to mimic the power of the Ghost Envoy, suppressing the ghost's resurrection."

"Recently, I've come across a peculiar flame that can suppress the supernatural, using the bones of vicious ghosts as fuel. Want to give it a try?" Yang Jian asked.

Zhang Lei was immediately surprised and said, "Oh, there's something like that, tell me about it, see if there's a chance to try it out."

He needed to understand the supernatural power's characteristics before daring to try.

Yang Jian didn't hold back, explaining the flame's characteristics in detail, then said, "I think this flame can help you. You could burn the ghost in your body with the flame, and if everything goes well, you would reach a new balance with the ghost, using the flame's continuous burning characteristic, using that vicious ghost as fuel, and suppress the supernatural."

"If I fail, I'll be burned alive, right?" Zhang Lei said.

"Yes, everything has risks. After all, relying on the Ghost Envoy's power isn't a long-term plan. Ah Hong is always with Li Jun, and as soon as you move, the Ghost Makeup will blur, then the vicious ghost will resurrect. In your status as a person in charge, handling supernatural events like this will be very troublesome."

Yang Jian came over just to say this due to their past relationship.

Whether Zhang Lei wanted to do it depended on him.

Zhang Lei's gaze shifted, he was weighing, also thinking.

He knew Yang Jian was kindly helping him, since the ghost he handled was too vicious, he couldn't manage a second ghost, reach a new balance, and could only maintain survival through some other supernatural means, delaying the ghost's resurrection.

But this couldn't last long.

Zhang Lei didn't think for long.

As a ghost handler from the same batch as Yang Jian, and being able to survive till now, he had the necessary qualities.

A decision needed to be made quickly, hesitation was taboo.

"I don't want to refuse your kindness, and I thought it over just now. If that flame can really not extinguish, I should be able to suppress the ghost in my body, so I decided to give it a try."

Zhang Lei took a deep breath and agreed.

The assistant beside him heard this and immediately advised, "Zhang Lei, handling a second ghost is too dangerous, you should think it over more, making a decision like this is rash, if you fail, you'll die."

"No need to persuade me, I understand my situation."

Zhang Lei waved his hand, stopping the assistant's words.

"Yang Jian, when do we start?"

Yang Jian slowly removed the golden glove at that moment, revealing the charred ghost hand: "Right now."

Under the charred skin of the ghost hand, faint flames flickered, and just by appearing, Zhang Lei and the two assistants beside him felt a burning stinging sensation.

Interestingly, this stinging sensation only existed in areas eroded by the supernatural, whereas living parts felt no heat at all.

Zhang Lei said nothing more, just unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a terrifying chest.

On his chest was lodged a cold, terrifying corpse.

The corpse's head had already grown out from Zhang Lei's body, eyes closed, seemingly in a deep sleep.

"Yang Jian, if I fail, don't hesitate, nail me with the Coffin Nail." Zhang Lei said.

"Of course, but you don't need to be too tense. Compared to real flames, these are just leftover sparks, if it fails, it might not burn you to death either." Yang Jian said.

He said this to give Zhang Lei confidence.

"Got it, let's do it." Zhang Lei opened his chest.

Yang Jian wasted no time, placing the charred ghost hand on Zhang Lei's chest.

Sizzle!

A sound like roasting meat occurred, and a scorched smell filled the air.

The next moment.

The vicious ghost head emerging from Zhang Lei's chest suddenly opened its eyes, the eyes hollow and eerie, yet revealing a terrifying ferocity.

The ghost opened its mouth, sharp black teeth aiming to bite Yang Jian's ghost hand, intending to devour it in one bite.

Yang Jian exerted a little force and pushed Zhang Lei away.

Zhang Lei fell back heavily against the wall behind him.

At the same time.

A wisp of fire had ignited on Zhang Lei's chest.

The fire grew from small to large, gradually starting to burn.

"Ah!"

A painful wail echoed, Zhang Lei couldn't endure the pain from this supernatural erosion, instantly collapsing to the ground.

Yang Jian looked on calmly, watching everything unfold.

He needed to guard against unexpected occurrences.

If Zhang Lei succeeded, he could then manage the vicious ghost on him, and though not necessarily becoming a top-tier ghost handler, he could at least become a first-rate one.

"Yang Jian, I know you're skilled, but what you're doing today isn't helping him, but harming him."

The assistant beside, seeing this scene, gritted his teeth and glared at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian glanced over, "What's your name?"

"I'm Zhang Zhan, why, are you thinking of retaliating against me?"

This newcomer named Zhang Zhan showed no fear, staring at Yang Jian.

"Just asking, no other meaning."

Yang Jian said, "As a newcomer, caring about others is a good thing, but you also need to understand the situation. Zhang Lei won't survive long, this is a chance, a chance he's waited six months for, and he knows better than you whether to take this gamble."

"You should pray he makes it through, not point fingers at me here."

"Moreover, pointing fingers at me is dangerous, my temper isn't good, if I can't hold back, people might die, so it's best if you keep quiet now."

He had no patience to speak much with this newcomer named Zhang Zhan, just explained briefly and told him to keep quiet.

If Zhang Zhan could understand, naturally there'd be no more to say, if he couldn't, further words were unnecessary.

"Yang Jian, are you always this arrogant to newcomers because you're a senior, or are you always this arrogant?" Zhang Zhan gritted his teeth.

"I'm always this arrogant." Yang Jian said expressionlessly.