Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1302 - 1269: The Dimly Lit Herbal Medicine Shop

After Yang Jian exited the dream world, he thought for a moment and didn't return to the Ghost Post Office or Dachang City, but instead rushed to a special place in his memory.

Because that place is associated not only with Chen Qiaoyang but also with Zhang Xiangguang.

These ghost handlers from the previous generation are all linked to the same location, and Yang Jian feels he needs to investigate it.

Soon after.

Yang Jian arrived at Zhong Jiang City, not far from Dahan City. This city is rather unremarkable, just a very ordinary city, so ordinary that even the headquarters' files never mention it. Because the city has neither a responsible person nor any supernatural incidents, it has been subconsciously ignored by many people.

However, on a street in the old district of Zhong Jiang City, there sits an ancient pharmacy. This pharmacy has existed for ages, seemingly since the day this street came into being. Its presence is a childhood memory for many of the elderly residents.

As if without this pharmacy, the entire street would lose its meaning.

At this moment.

At the street entrance, a young man with a pale face, an icy demeanor, and sharp eyes abruptly stands there. His presence is at odds with the surroundings, but he does not attract the attention of passersby, being subconsciously ignored.

"This is the place. An ancient pharmacy that can cure supernatural resurgence. Earlier, ghost handlers from the fifth floor of the Ghost Post Office were also connected here." Yang Jian's eyes flickered as he looked down the street.

The old street is at odds with the nearby modern skyscrapers, and the indented bluestone bricks, worn smooth by time, witness the city's development.

The old pharmacy is situated in the best position in the middle of the street.

Everything is old, but the pharmacy's sign is new, as if it was replaced recently.

"This place seems about to be demolished." Yang Jian glanced around.

Many parts of the old district have already been torn down. At this rate, in less than five years, this last piece of the old district will be demolished too, and then this street will disappear along with the city's transformation, all the truths and stories will be buried.

That's the power of time, an unstoppable force, impossible to resist.

Yang Jian's arrival is a little late, but not too late. After all, this pharmacy still stands, not yet vanished.

Stepping on the cool bluestone bricks, he walked into the old street.

Although this old street has undergone multiple renovations, anyone can tell that it has reached the end of its lifespan; it is now merely making its final flourish.

Most of the street sides are traditional old-style snack stalls, along with a few incongruous milk tea shops.

There aren't many pedestrians on the street, and those who occasionally pass by are mostly elderly people living nearby.

These elders have lived here since childhood, and even when there's nothing to do, they will wander along this street.

Although few visit the pharmacy for business, those who occasionally pass by will glance at it.

But the pharmacy is gloomy, dim, without lights, relying solely on daylight pouring in. Now it's afternoon, and the sunlight is insufficient, so the pharmacy feels particularly eerie. Even children playing nearby instinctively avoid the place, unwilling to enter.

Yang Jian, who has long dealt with the supernatural, can tell at a glance that this pharmacy has a paranormal aura.

Ordinary people do not know this, only feeling that the pharmacy is dark and cold.

In fact, this is the influence of the supernatural.

Yang Jian stood at the pharmacy's entrance, looking inside. An invisible force blocked him, preventing him from clearly seeing everything within, allowing him only to make out some outlines.

"Not willing to be investigated, huh? But I don't indulge such places."

Yang Jian's eyes chilled, and he opened his ghost eye without hesitation.

Instantly.

The dim pharmacy was immediately illuminated by a beam of light, erasing all darkness, while several oil lamps and candles inside were uniformly lit. However, the flames dancing on them were not ordinary but a faint green Ghost Flame.

"Young man, take it easy, don't burn down my pharmacy."

At this moment, a voice sounded, and an old man looking like an old doctor, supporting himself on a cane, slowly emerged from the pharmacy's back.

This old man was accompanied by a woman in her thirties, a full-figured, extraordinarily graceful beauty, but due to prolonged lack of sunlight, her skin was overly pale, and her demeanor notably chilly.

Yang Jian stared at the old man, discovering that he was wearing sunglasses, his eyes were blind, his face spotted with senile plaques, and his body extraordinarily emaciated, emanating a pervasively dead aura, with a faint smell of corpse decay barely overridden by a stronger smell of traditional medicine, unnoticed by anyone not careful.

"The fact that you can still live with such a body is quite incredible. By rights, you should have been buried."

"My eyes see no light, not even at death can they rest easy, I only make do." The old man slowly said.

"I am Yang Jian, the Enforcement Captain from the headquarters, and the person responsible for Dachang City. I've come here today because I stole the memories of several unruly ghost handlers and learned of this place's existence. But you have supernatural protection here that prevents inquiries, so I personally made the trip."

Yang Jian spoke up, stating his identity and purpose.

"Enforcement Captain? That's a big title. Are you here to flaunt authority or to levy accusations?"

Nearby, the woman in her thirties lightly laughed, somewhat mockingly.

Yang Jian's eyes chilled, and he fixed his gaze on her: "You should know that today I came alone, if I were here to levy accusations, I certainly wouldn't come alone. And who are you to speak here? If this were outside, someone like you, neither human nor ghost and unclear in status, would have been trampled underfoot by me at the first moment."

"Every person who has come here seeking medication was respectful and humble, you're the most arrogant one I've seen, it's truly annoying." The woman frowned.

Yang Jian didn't respond to her but looked at the old man: "If you die, she won't last long either, no wonder you have to make do, people with such little discernment will soon be killed."

The old man's mouth moved slightly, surprisingly laughing, although he didn't make a sound. His old face's wrinkled skin stretched, appearing especially eerie and sinister.

"You have quite a temper and quite the skills too, You're impressive." After silently laughing for a while, he evaluated Yang Jian.

The mature woman at his side immediately showed slight change in expression, looking at Yang Jian with some surprise and doubt.

"He's right, Xiao Ru, don't underestimate him because of his youth. He is the most formidable person to walk into this pharmacy in recent years, and his title as Enforcement Captain is well-deserved. Unless something unexpected happens, he is destined to be the leader of this era, treat him with respect, go prepare some hot tea."

The old man then waved, indicating to the woman.

The woman named Xiao Ru's face immediately changed slightly. She took a deep look at Yang Jian, her gaze lingering momentarily on the golden eye on his forehead, then responded and turned to leave.

"Sit down." The old man subsequently took a seat in the chair, motioning to Yang Jian.

The black Taishi Chair, with armrests as if glazed with age, smooth and shiny.

Yang Jian eyed this Taishi Chair: "I've seen such a chair in an old mansion, at this very position, but at that time it was occupied by not a person, but an old corpse, which I later helped lay to rest."

"Is that so? Then I must thank you for laying him to rest." The old man remarked with emotion.

"You indeed knew that old corpse." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

Seeing such a chair, he understood.

This guy had ties to the old corpse in that mansion.

"I was friends with that person." The cane holding blind old man did not hide this, but slowly revealed.

"A truly unexpected gain." Yang Jian's eyes flashed.

The old man before him is indeed a living ghost handler from the Republic of China Period, and a top-tier one at that, actually acquainted with the ancient mansion's old corpse.

It should be noted that the last among those Republic of China Period ghost handlers was Old Qin, who couldn't resist dying, yet this person here is still alive.

Thus, the present person's age must be at least one hundred twenty or even older.

To survive to such an extent while maintaining consciousness, not being eroded by the paranormal, is obviously extraordinary.

"It seems you didn't come for medicine but with questions. Luckily you came in time, if you were any later, I'm afraid you'd only find my coffin."

The old man looked towards Yang Jian, though he was blind, it is uncertain if he could truly see Yang Jian's appearance.