Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1612 - 8: Old Acquaintances at the Hotel (Happy New Year)

"Ha, the world today is really incomprehensible. Stories of gods and ghosts even make it onto the newspapers! These publishers are simply lawless, they just take money without reviewing the content at all."

In a restaurant in Zhongshan City, a middle-aged man in a suit looked over a newspaper, finding the content laughable.

"There must be someone pushing from behind the scenes. I bet they want to cause panic to achieve some goal. I've seen such things happen often, like ocean pollution causing a salt-buying hysteria, or doomsday prophecies leading to panic buying. After all, people only make irrational purchases when in panic," said a colleague with a laugh.

The middle-aged man nodded: "Makes sense, but this newspaper reminded me of the strange events that happened when this hotel was initially being built."

"What happened? Tell me about it," the colleague asked.

The middle-aged man said: "Do you know what this land was before the hotel?"

"I'm not a local, how would I know that?" The colleague shook his head.

The middle-aged man said: "This hotel used to be an abandoned building, left unused for decades until it was auctioned off a few years ago. The buyer was a developer named Wang, who initially planned to build an office building. However, there were lots of mishaps during construction, though I don't know the details. It's said that several workers died and some even went missing, never to be found."

"So eerie, is it true or not?" The colleague asked, surprised.

The middle-aged man said: "I'm not sure what's true, but after these incidents, the Wang developer changed his mind thanks to someone's advice and decided to turn the office building into a restaurant instead."

"Changing the plan halfway, wouldn't that mean a big financial loss?" The colleague laughed.

"Yeah, a lot of people opposed the plan change at that time, but that developer named Wang insisted and completed the hotel. Strangely enough, after changing the plan, there were no more accidents or weird happenings during the construction. Everything went smoothly," said the middle-aged man.

"What's so strange about that? It's just a coincidence. Building a high-rise office is much harder than a hotel. It's normal for construction problems if the contractor lacks experience," the colleague said.

The middle-aged man continued: "If that was all, it might be nothing. But after the hotel was built, the developer Wang kept the name of the old abandoned building from decades ago."

"Are you saying the abandoned building from decades ago was also a hotel, also called Caesar Hotel?" The colleague paused, feeling a sense of unease.

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, that's why it's so strange. I remember when I was a child, the abandoned building was always locked up. Some of the local elders said it was haunted, and even now, some of them refuse to come here for meals or even get close to the place."

"So that's it, no wonder when we arrived, an old man at the entrance got out of the car, saw the Caesar Hotel, yelled at his children, and angrily got back in the car and left," the colleague immediately recalled a previous occurrence.

"It's not just one old man. Almost all the local elders avoid this place, as if it's an unspoken rule. Only outsiders and a few local young people are willing to come here," the middle-aged man further explained. "Though to say it's haunted seems unlikely. We've been staying here for three days, and nothing happened."

"Three people spreading a rumor can make a tiger, don't mind it. Come, let's eat," said the colleague.

While the two were chatting, at the table next to them, a plainly dressed man, around fifty, with the looks of a farmer, was quietly having his meal. He remained silent until a waiter respectfully served his food, revealing the man's identity.

"President Wang, here's your meal."

"Leave it here," President Wang said in a low voice.

After the waiter left, the middle-aged man and his colleague widened their eyes in surprise because this President Wang was none other than the owner of the hotel, the Wang developer they were just discussing.

"President Wang, hello, hello, I'm Zhang Hao, do you remember me? We had worked together before." The middle-aged man named Zhang Hao approached, trying to flatter with a pleasing smile.

President Wang calmly looked at him and said, "I heard everything you were discussing just now."

"Ah? Sorry, really sorry, we were just idly chatting, no intention to defame your esteemed hotel," Zhang Hao quickly apologized, pulling his colleague along to do the same.

President Wang put down his chopsticks, sipped his tea, and said, "No need to apologize. This hotel's notoriety and external rumors are normal, given it's named Caesar Hotel."

After speaking, he glanced upwards, his eyes flashing with reminiscence.

He had initially bought the land to build an office as a cover; the real aim was to destroy the place.

But later events made him realize that Caesar Hotel couldn't be destroyed. It would just continue, even if the building or name changed.

So he changed his mind, choosing to let the nightmare of Caesar Hotel reappear.

"President Wang, what do you mean by that?" Zhang Hao and his colleague were puzzled by President Wang's words.

"You're right, the Caesar Hotel is indeed haunted." President Wang calmly revealed a harsh truth.

"Huh?"

The two of them immediately exchanged glances, at a loss for words.

President Wang gestured, "Sit."

The two hesitated for a moment and then sat across from President Wang.

"Since both of you have worked with me before, you're not strangers. There are some things I've kept hidden for a long time, things I haven't dared to say until recently. I saw that newspaper, and I think the time is right," President Wang said. "If you're not in a rush, would you like to hear the story of me and this Caesar Hotel?"

"Please, President Wang, we're all ears," Zhang Hao quickly replied.

President Wang poured tea for himself and the two across from him, then said, "This story is a bit long. How should I begin... let me start with myself. My real name is Wang Genquan. My name, like my background, isn't great. I was born during the turbulent times of the Republic of China Period, from a long line of hardworking farmers who could barely eat but never starved. I had a big appetite since I was young, and my family couldn't support me, so they found a way to send me to the city to work..."

"Wait, the Republic of China? Over a hundred years ago?" Zhang Hao was instantly taken aback by President Wang's words.

"Shh, keep quiet, don't interrupt me," Wang Genquan waved his hand, signaling for silence, his eyes inadvertently glancing over.

This middle-aged man named Zhang Hao suddenly trembled. Only then did he notice the oddness in President Wang's eyes—numb, lifeless, devoid of any human emotion. Staring into them gave one chills.

But in a daze, Zhang Hao felt these eyes were strangely familiar, as if he'd seen them somewhere before, leaving a deep impression.

Yes.

He remembered.

Zhang Hao's memory drifted back to a day five years ago, the evening he saw his father on his deathbed had the same look in his eyes.

Yes, these were the eyes of the dead.

Zhang Hao dared not move, nor did he dare to leave, he could only sit quietly listening to the story from President Wang's mouth.

As the story continued, Wang Genquan's experiences became increasingly bizarre, as if straight out of a supernatural novel, utterly unreal. Yet, it was this strange tale that sent shivers down one's spine because the protagonist sat right before him.

If the story were true, how terrifying and despairing would this world be?

"After falling into the Caesar Hotel, my life came to a halt—endless corridors, countless rooms, and the terrifying ghosts wandering through them... each death wiped away all previous memories, taking me back to the first room, where I would then explore a way to escape."

Wang Genquan looked outside through the window, "Of course, I wasn't the only one trapped in the Caesar Hotel. Others were there too, but their experiences mirrored mine. Each death marked a new beginning until one day I successfully found an exit."

"It was a door. A door intentionally hidden within the wall, very unique, constructed of gold. As long as I crossed that golden door, I would completely escape from the Caesar Hotel."

"But when I truly stepped out, I realized I was wrong. Without the support of supernatural powers, one would swiftly die even after leaving."

"After all, in this world, who lives almost two hundred years? We're merely the wandering souls of the old times, unable to exist in this peaceful era. At that moment, I understood why that golden door was deliberately hidden."

"The person who made the golden door wasn't cutting off our path but preventing terrifying ghosts from invading reality."

"We, this group of cursed individuals, are merely sacrifices of a bygone desperate era."

"Yet, despite dying and reviving, I knew nothing of this, still instinctually striving for survival."

"Time and again, year after year, no one knows how many times I've died. All I know is that the corpses behind the golden door piled up almost to the brim, each one left by a cursed individual after death."

"Gulp~!" Zhang Hao and his colleague couldn't help but swallow, their eyes full of shock.

What a cruel and desperate story this is.

However, at this moment, Wang Genquan shifted gears and said, "After dying repeatedly, I finally realized one day that I couldn't pass through that door. To stay alive, I must find another method."

"W-what method would that be?" Zhang Hao asked nervously yet curiously.

He'd immersed himself in that story, unable to think of any solution.

"Hey." Wang Genquan chuckled, and his laughter was particularly eerie, chilling to the bone.

Zhang Hao immediately felt a bit regretful, regretting that he had asked such a question.

Wang Genquan was about to continue speaking when suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked up at the ceiling.

At this moment, the lights throughout the entire hotel began to flicker erratically, and the surrounding light dimmed significantly, as if plunged into darkness.

Accompanying the flickering lights, a crisp footstep sounded, and a woman dressed in vintage attire came walking towards them.

"Wang Genquan, that door... it's open." The woman said coldly.

Wang Genquan stood up and smiled, "I guessed so. Looks like someone has successfully escaped the Caesar Hotel again. Xiang Lan, do you think it's your lover, Ah Nan, this time? After all, he's always shown great potential."

"We'll know once we check." Xiang Lan said, "Also, stop calling him Ah Nan. In past resurrections, he and I might have been lovers or even spouses, but this time, my impression of him is just ordinary relationship."

"All previous experiences are meaningless."

"Then let's welcome someone's new birth." Wang Genquan said as he left at this moment.

Zhang Hao and his colleague, who were about to continue listening to the story, were stunned for a moment.

They quickly came to their senses.

"Xiang Lan? Isn't she the woman from President Wang's story, the one trapped in Caesar Hotel with him?"

"So... everything President Wang just said is true?"

"If it's true, that means there really are ghosts in Caesar Hotel..."

Seeing the flickering and unstable lights, the two of them instantly felt a chilling sensation spread throughout their bodies, and their hearts were suddenly engulfed by immense fear, making them fail to think and remain frozen in place.

Wang Genquan and Xiang Lan quickly reached the third floor of the hotel and opened a room that had been sealed for years.

This room was unrecorded, did not exist on any blueprints, and was hidden by Wang Genquan and Xiang Lan using supernatural powers.

The room was empty except for a thick, golden door on the wall that stood out remarkably.

This was the legendary Golden Door of Caesar Hotel.

It was also the door leading to Hell and the Abyss.

However, at this moment, the door was already open.

On the other side of the door, a deep passage was revealed, lined with a bright red carpet, and on both sides of the passage, old rooms were arranged one after another, continuing into the darkness.

"The door is open, but where's the person?" Wang Genquan's expression was heavy, "Or did we judge wrongly, and the one who opened the door wasn't someone trapped inside like us, but an evil ghost?"

Xiang Lan was silent for a moment before saying, "No matter what, we must find the reason. The outside is already being affected by supernatural forces. Even if a ghost really got out, it must be dealt with, or else it would cause a supernatural event, resulting in many deaths. Also, in this period, if a supernatural event gets too big, and someone mentions that name, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"Don't forget, in our current state, if we encounter that person, we might be treated as ghosts and disposed of."

"You're right." Wang Genquan nodded.

"Let's go in and see." Xiang Lan seriously scrutinized the surroundings. It could be confirmed that the things behind the door had not encroached upon reality.

But the Golden Door couldn't have opened without reason, so they must find out who opened it, be it a person or a ghost.

"Alright, we're familiar with the situation inside, and as long as we don't go too far in, the danger isn't great." Wang Genquan said.

The two didn't hesitate and immediately crossed the Golden Door, stepping into the deep passage.

To be safe, they closed the door after entering.

This wasn't cutting off their retreat because living people could open the door easily, but mindless ghosts couldn't understand how—a protection for reality, preventing a ghost from wandering out right after they left and causing disaster.

Cautiously, Wang Genquan and Xiang Lan explored, searching room by room to find the door opener.

"Whether it's a person or a ghost, it can't be too far from the exit, it must be hidden in one of the rooms."

Both of them harbored this belief.

The first room was normal.

The second room was also normal.

But when they entered the fourth room, the door abruptly slammed shut.

"This is the room." Wang Genquan ignored the suddenly shutting door, his gaze fixed on the direction of the bedroom.

There, a shadow of a person was projected onto the ground from the room.

"Who, who's there?" Xiang Lan asked coldly.

If there was no response, they would immediately use their supernatural powers to leave and seal the place once more.

After a brief silence, a voice came from the room.

"As I thought, the outside world isn't that simple... so, the information carved on the Golden Door is true? Without sufficient supernatural power, there's no way to counter one's own curse, and leaving this ghostly place means instant death."

Hearing this voice, Wang Genquan and Xiang Lan both exhaled slightly.

At least it wasn't a ghost.

"You must've realized that each time you die, you resurrect in a room, losing all previous memories," Xiang Lan immediately said. "We, like you, were once unfortunate ones trapped here. But we were a bit luckier and noticed something amiss early on, leaving key information on the Golden Door to guide ourselves if we resurrected again."

"After countless deaths, we resisted the urge to leave through that door, choosing instead to continue surviving in this ghostly place while mastering more ghost powers and supernatural abilities."

"Only by reaching a certain threshold can we finally rid ourselves of the curse and achieve freedom."

"Ah Nan, reaching this stage after your resurrection isn't easy, don't squander this opportunity easily."

At this point, Xiang Lan was able to determine who was in the bedroom.

"You know me?" Ah Nan slowly emerged, his face pale, his aura cold like a walking corpse, yet his eyes wary and dangerous.

For in his current resurrected memory, there was no Xiang Lan or Wang Genquan.

"Of course, we've been trapped here since the Republic of China period, over a hundred years ago, enduring countless deaths. I know every person here, though memories are lost upon death, there are always ways to retain key bits of information." Xiang Lan looked at Ah Nan.

Undoubtedly, Ah Nan had harnessed a ghost, gaining supernatural power, perhaps deterred by information on the Golden Door, thus not rashly exiting.

Having come this far, should his supernatural power not suffice to break the curse, it would mean dying again in vain.

"Who else is here?" Ah Nan asked.

Xiang Lan replied, "I don't know how many were trapped here initially, but according to my records, besides you, Wang Genquan, and myself, there should be two others: Dong Yulan and Zhu Jian."

Ah Nan pondered briefly, then relaxed his guard a bit, "You're right, I did encounter those two before, but unfortunately, they weren't lucky, they died and revived, and didn't recognize me then."

Piecing together the information he had with Xiang Lan's words, Ah Nan began to believe it all.

"Looks like those two will be stuck for a long while." Wang Genquan sighed, "Our aptitude was too poor, being trapped for over a hundred years before escaping, if it were that person from outside, they would be out in less than a year, it baffles me why we were chosen to be thrown in back then."

Xiang Lan said, "Ah Nan, your supernatural power should now be enough to break the curse here, so come out with us, the outside has changed over time. Alone, you're unfamiliar with current situations and easily fall into big trouble."

"No." Ah Nan refused, "I don't really feel like leaving yet."

"Why?"

Ah Nan said, "Because I accidentally let out an evil ghost when I opened the door earlier."

"What?"

Wang Genquan and Xiang Lan's eyes widened instantly.

"Don't be surprised. I don't know what's outside. Releasing a ghost to scout the way is quite normal. Although doing so might kill some ordinary people, for me, it doesn't matter," Ah Nan said indifferently.

He had become a ghost handler, possessing supernatural power, correspondingly losing the emotions of a living person.

He would never have done something like this before.

"We don't care about a supernatural event breaking out outside or whether someone will be killed by a ghost. We care that this accident might attract a terrifying person here, and by then, we will be in mortal danger," Wang Genquan said with a deep sense of dread in his voice.

"After obtaining supernatural power, we're no longer ordinary people, even if we encounter our kind, there's no need to be so fearful. Who is that person? What's their name? Have you dealt with them?" Ah Nan asked.

"Sixty years ago, during the revival of the supernatural, ghosts ran rampant, filling the entire world with despair and death. Even people like us were barely surviving. But in that situation, one person emerged, ending the era of the supernatural extraordinary, and hence brought about sixty years of peace and stability."

"I know who that person is, but I can't call their name, or they will be summoned immediately," Wang Genquan said.

Xiang Lan said, "There's no time to explain more. Now we must hurry and imprison the ghost outside before that person appears, we can't let the situation escalate."

"You're right, let's go." Wang Genquan immediately took action.

"Ah Nan, come with us," Xiang Lan invited.

Ah Nan thought for a short moment before nodding in agreement.

The three left the eerie place, reopened the golden door, and returned to the Caesar Hotel.

But when they arrived, the entire Caesar Hotel was already pitch black, shrouded in an impenetrable darkness, and a chilling aura pervaded everywhere. Glancing outside the window, the outside scenery was nowhere to be seen.

Clearly, the Ghost Domain had already formed.

It seemed Ah Nan had casually released an incredibly terrifying ghost.

"Ah!"

A piercing scream suddenly echoed in the darkness, causing Wang Genquan and Xiang Lan's faces to change.

"Why are there still ordinary people living in your place?" Ah Nan asked curiously.

"There hasn't been a supernatural event in decades. If not for you, that golden door would have sealed all the ghosts inside. Ordinary people living here wouldn't be affected at all," Wang Genquan said with a grim face, "But now, it's us who should be worried."

"Involving ordinary people means that person could appear at any time now."

"We need to act quickly."

Saying this, Wang Genquan walked straight into the heart of the darkness without looking back.

He was extremely familiar with the hotel and even in the dark, he wouldn't easily lose his way. He quickly headed towards where the scream came from, hoping to encounter that ghost.

Though they moved quickly, for the ordinary people in the hotel, being involved in a supernatural event made every second an agonizing wait.

"Hey, Zhang Hao, did you see that? The 'person' who passed by us just now," a fearful and trembling voice rang out.

In a dim corner, Zhang Hao and his colleague didn't dare to move. They had planned to leave the hotel after dinner but couldn't have expected the power outage to occur suddenly, plunging them into darkness. Although there was some light around, strangely, they couldn't leave the hotel.

Clearly following the wall, they should have found a window, but after walking for several minutes along the wall, the wall remained, and the hotel's windows were nowhere.

Everything seemed to have become different.

At first, there were various noisy sounds in the hotel, with other guests complaining, but soon, these noises rapidly dwindled.

Now, the surroundings were exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional scream breaking the silence.

By then, even if Zhang Hao and his colleague were slow-witted, they realized this was no ordinary power outage.

"Shh, don't speak," Zhang Hao whispered, "If you don't want to die, keep quiet. I now suspect that this Caesar Hotel is haunted. What President Wang said is true, there's something wrong here."

"You mean, the 'person' who just passed by us is... a ghost?" the colleague swallowed, the fear becoming more apparent, as the worst seemed confirmed.

"We must leave here immediately, we can't stay any longer, or we'd likely die here," Zhang Hao said, trembling in fear.

In the face of life and death, no one could remain calm.

"But we seem to be lost, we can't get out. The hotel feels different after the lights went out," the colleague said.

"At least we should stay away from dangerous places. The scream came from that direction – we'll go in the opposite direction," Zhang Hao said. Despite his tension and fear, he retained some rationality and knew to analyze the situation.

"Yes, that's a good idea," the colleague agreed, his eyes lighting up, and his taut body suddenly gaining some motivation.

With a plan in mind, the two of them quickly headed in another direction.

The further they went, the slightly more at ease they felt.

After all, danger was seemingly moving further away.

But what they didn't know was that in the Ghost Domain, distance isn't a guarantee of safety. Only avoiding triggering a ghost's kill pattern could they hope to survive.

Their luck seemed quite good.

Danger hadn't yet descended on them.

Gradually, Zhang Hao and his colleague calmed down.

Once calm, Zhang Hao suddenly remembered something, "Hey, do you remember that newspaper we saw while eating earlier?"

"The newspaper? Yes, I remember. It said ghosts exist in this world, and supernatural events would gradually appear. Thinking back, it's jinxed. We just read it and now we're facing this. The clown's us," the colleague said.

"That's not the point. The important thing is the paper said in the end, if ordinary people encounter a supernatural event, if they meet a ghost, just call a name and you'll be safe," Zhang Hao said, "We're in the exact situation as described, we could try it, and maybe a miracle could happen."

"Do you believe that? I think it sounds far-fetched..." the colleague started to say but suddenly stopped, freezing on the spot.

Because standing ahead appeared a person, tall, shrouded in shadow. Though indistinct, a strong stench of decay emanated from them. Their gait was strange, stiff, and heavy, more like a corpse controlled by something, than a living person.

"No, something's wrong, run," his colleague's hair stood on end, and seizing the moment before overwhelming fear, he instinctively turned and ran.

But he had only run a couple of steps when he tripped and fell.

With the faint light, he saw the ground, and he let out a terrified scream.

Corpses, everywhere, covered the ground leaving no place to stand. He hadn't been tripped by anything; a cold, mottled hand of a corpse had grabbed his ankle.

"How could this be, there was nothing here just now..." Zhang Hao also saw it, his body cold and momentarily paralyzed.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but his legs too were grasped by those cold, stiff hands, his body numb.

Yet that towering male corpse shrouded in shadow didn't stop, steadily approaching them.

Helplessness, despair, terror... all they could do was wait for death, an ordinary person's experience when facing a supernatural event.

"I don't want to die here, if there's a god, any god, come save me."

A powerful survival instinct forced Zhang Hao to shout a name at the top of his lungs, even in such a dire situation, "Yang Jian~!"

The name seemed to have an inexplicable power, piercing the darkness, echoing above the hotel.

Yet after the shout, the so-called miracle didn't appear.

Zhang Hao looked around, nothing happened, the familiar despair still saturated the darkness, and the terrifying ghost hadn't dissipated... no, wait, the ghost seemed to have stopped its approach.

This is not an illusion, it's real.

The tall male corpse emitting a putrid stench, walking towards them, halted its heavy steps.

"Will it work?" Zhang Hao thought.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, a red glow reflected behind him, driving away the darkness, engulfing the bizarre corpses scattered around, and stopping the fierce ghost in the darkness from advancing.

The area bathed in the red light formed a forbidden boundary that the fierce ghost could not cross.

And Zhang Hao happened to be standing right within this red line.

Soon after, the red light brightened once again, surging in from all directions, instantly swallowing up everything in sight, including the entire Caesar Hotel.

This unusual phenomenon made Zhang Hao and his colleagues widen their eyes, showing expressions of disbelief.

They saw that within the red light, all the strange things had vanished, and afterwards, they saw a vague, mysterious figure within the red light, with what seemed like an eye growing on its forehead, where the boundless red light appeared to converge.

"Is that... God?"

Just as Zhang Hao tried to discern it, the surrounding red light disappeared along with the darkness.

Everything returned to normal in an instant.

At that moment, they were standing in the middle of the hotel lobby, the lights dazzling above them, surrounded by brightness.

It seemed like everything just now was an illusion; there were no fierce ghosts or bodies at all.

Only a lingering trace of the corpse stench in the air proved that what had happened was real, not an illusion.

"Is it still too late? In the end, an ordinary person's call brought him out. The person in legends who ended the era of supernatural beings single-handedly... Yang Jian." Wang Genquan took a deep breath at this moment, and upon seeing the restored hotel, he immediately understood everything.

The only person in this world who can resolve a supernatural event instantly and restore everything to normal is him.

"Where is he?" Ah Nan frowned, looking around.

"Over there," Xiang Lan suddenly sensed something, glancing in the direction of the second floor.

At the end of the stairs, a young man stood there, seemingly no different from an ordinary living person, but with a particularly cold gaze, calmly overlooking the few of them. Although he did nothing, it made the three of them feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

It was as if all the supernatural within them was wailing, encountering the most terrifying existence.

After confronting this person directly, Wang Genquan, Xiang Lan, and Ah Nan finally understood how vast the difference between them was.

"In the end, you opened that golden door and escaped from that ghost hotel." Yang Jian spoke, his voice calm yet penetrating to the soul.

"You... know us?" Wang Genquan's expression was very tense, his speech somewhat unnatural.

Yang Jian replied, "Sixty years ago, I entered there and encountered you struggling to survive in the hotel. Unfortunately, you weren't strong enough to leave Caesar Hotel, so I created a golden door to completely seal everything there."

"Unexpectedly, sixty years later, you three still managed to escape on your own."

Upon hearing this, the three of them immediately showed slight changes in their expressions.

Sixty years ago, did this Yang Jian have dealings with them? And managed to enter and exit that ghostly place alive?

"It seems that sometimes losing memory through death might not be a bad thing, sorry I couldn't remember anything about you." Wang Genquan said.

"The ghost, was it you who released it?" Yang Jian didn't answer but scrutinized them.

The three were silent.

Finally, Ah Nan stood up and said, "I released it."

"Evildoers should be cast into hell." Yang Jian's tone was cold, resembling a deity judging sinners.

In the next moment.

A huge crack suddenly appeared beneath Ah Nan's feet.

"What?" Before Ah Nan could react, his entire body fell into the crack.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked back, his pupils contracting sharply as he saw a bottomless lake behind him, with evil ghosts sinking into it.

"No!"

Ah Nan's face contorted, bursting with a chilling aura all over, resembling a fierce ghost.

He activated supernatural powers, trying to struggle and escape, unwilling to sink into that terrifying lake.

But it was all to no avail.

Because the crack closed in the blink of an eye.

Ah Nan couldn't break through the boundary between supernatural and reality, and ultimately, with unwillingness and resentment, he sank into the lake.

Nothing could float above the lake, and Ah Nan would sink in it, forever.

Witnessing all this, Wang Genquan and Xiang Lan were now soaked in sweat.

"Wang Genquan, are you his accomplice?" Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, calmly asking.

"No, I don't know him. I've long left that ghost place for years, and that golden door has been well guarded, not letting a single fierce ghost escape, I can assure you." Wang Genquan hurriedly explained.

"Xiang Lan, you and Ah Nan are a couple; were you involved in this?" Yang Jian inquired again.

Xiang Lan said, "I'm not familiar with him. In my memory, there was no person named Ah Nan, at least since my resurrection, my memory is like this."

"You, being an anomaly, are too dangerous to leave unchecked. Come back to Dachang City with me." Yang Jian turned to leave, a path manifesting before him.

That road spanned the real distance, connecting to an island surrounded by jade rivers in Dachang City.

In front of the island was an archway with the words "Guanjiang" written clearly on it.

But behind those words, there were two other words that had long been blurred: "Residential Complex."

If connected together, it reads Guanjiang Residential Complex.

Just a few days ago, waters surged around Guanjiang Residential Complex, the ground subsided, buildings collapsed, the terrain changed, and in just one day, an island stood on the great river, then buildings rose on the island, stone bridges spanned across rivers, linking all directions.

This is a miracle, for man could not achieve it.

Wang Genquan and Xiang Lan exchanged glances with each other, both sharing a sense of helplessness unable to resist.

"Going to Dachang City is also pretty good, at least better than being cast into hell." That's what the two thought to themselves.

They stepped onto the stairs to the second floor, following the direction Yang Jian left, embarking on that special path.

With just a blink, they found themselves on a stone bridge above the Jade River.

Looking around, seeing tall buildings and vehicles in the distance, they felt more at ease knowing this was reality and not a supernatural place.

"Another guest has arrived, this way please, there are many taboos here, let me guide you." Suddenly, a man's voice rang out.

A young man greeted them with a broad smile.

"You are...?" Xiang Lan asked warily.

"I'm Wang Shan, the security guard here." Under the sunlight, Wang Shan's smile was particularly bright.