The Drinking Party

Luo Yong's appearance really startled Yang Jian.

This fear is incomprehensible to others because it involves a truth, a terrifying truth. If Yang Jian continues to follow this clue, he may uncover the secret of the ghost's resurgence and even find a way to solve paranormal events.

In a time when everyone is exploring the supernatural in a state of confusion, the acquisition of this information could potentially change everything.

However, Luo Yong seemed unaware of these matters. He was still clamoring to leave the club and return to his hometown, fearing that Wan Delu were swindlers who wanted to harm him.

Of course, this kind of thinking is quite normal.

After all, anyone would doubt themselves if a windfall fell into their lap, especially when it's an unprecedented opportunity to make tens of thousands of yuan in just one trip to J City.

After walking over, Wan Delu quickly explained the situation again. Of course, words alone were useless, so he added another 50,000 yuan to calm Luo Yong down, and he even paid it in front of everyone.

"Just stay for two more hours. After that, you can leave whenever you want. We absolutely won't stop you. Don't worry, we definitely don't have any ulterior motives towards you. Someone wants to consult you about your old family home, but it will be over quickly and won't have any impact on you."

After some persuasion, Wan Delu had his bodyguard escort Luo Yong to the lounge to rest, saying that he would come over later.

Yang Jian didn't rush to ask questions immediately. Luo Yong was just an ordinary person, and he could ask him about the situation at any time. If Luo Yong was unwilling to cooperate, he could have the people at Headquarters investigate, but that would take some time and effort.

If we could spend some money to resolve this privately, that would be ideal.

"He looks so much like that Door-Knocking Ghost, and his hometown has an old house. That old house is undoubtedly from the same period as the old house in Dachang City, and is suspected to have been left by the Ghost Tamer a hundred years ago. This Luo Yong is most likely a descendant of that Ghost Tamer." Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. "So Wang Xiaoming's speculation is correct?"

"The true identity of the Door-Knocking Ghost is a product of the resurrection of Ghost Tamer from a hundred years ago, but if that's the case, the timeline doesn't add up."

Assuming this is true, another question arises.

The timing doesn't match.

The Knocking Ghost Incident occurred half a year ago. It first appeared in a ghost story on that forum, and then the curse spread from the forum, which is when the Door-Knocking Ghost" truly became active, becoming A-class paranormal event codenamed " Ghost Knocking," and also Yang Jian's nightmare back then.

However, the Door-Knocking Ghost did not appear six months ago, which is enough to prove that the Door-Knocking Ghost had not yet been revived at that time.

Where was this thing before it was revived? Was it a living Ghost Tamer?

There are too many mysteries to be solved.

Yang Jian didn't have enough information to analyze the situation, so he shook his head slightly, gathering his scattered thoughts.

"Brother Leg, the matter with Luo Yong is settled. We can talk about some things after we finish eating. The dishes are all served now, so let's start eating. You absolutely have to try these dishes today; I guarantee you'll be satisfied," Wan Delu said with a smile as he walked back.

The group arrived at an elegant private room table.

A table is laden with all sorts of dishes, some of which are presented in an elegant manner, with smoke billowing around them. There isn't much food, but it makes you feel like you can't afford it.

"Mr. Wan, you've arrived." Two or three men in suits in the private room hurriedly stood up, with somewhat ingratiating smiles.

Wan Delu smiled and said, "Brother Leg, this is my branch manager. He's the one who handled the antique matter this time. If you have any questions, just ask him."

"Hello, Boss Yang. I hope you'll take good care of me in the future," the manager said with a smile.

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Let's talk this out. Let's eat first. I bet you're all starving while waiting for me. I'm not picky, so please make yourselves at home."

He wasn't very good at socializing, after all, he was still in school and didn't have much experience in this area.

However, adhering to the principle of not hitting a smiling face, Yang Jian is generally quite polite to these people, whether they are flattering, sucking up, or hypocritical, as long as they don't deliberately provoke him.

"Come on, come on, sit down and have something to eat. By the way, did you bring my treasured bottle of wine? Open it quickly," Wan Delu said warmly.

"Mr. Wan, considering the time needed to let it breathe, it's just right." The manager smiled and took out a bottle of aged red wine.

Wan Delu said with a hint of smugness, "Brother Leg, you'll definitely be interested in this wine. It's the famous 1982 Lafite. All the ones on the market are fake. Mine is the real thing; I got it from someone else."

Although this wine may not be considered the best by connoisseurs, its fame is undeniable.

How many people who host dinners actually know anything about wine? They're just drinking wine because of its reputation. As for the taste, even if you put a bottle of 100-yuan red wine in a different bottle, you probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

"I don't drink alcohol, juice will be fine with me." Yang Jian smiled slightly, declining Wan Delu's offer.

He doesn't drink not because he can't or is afraid to, but because he's afraid of getting drunk.

Ghost Tamer gets drunk, who knows if he'll misuse the ghost's abilities? Although Yang Jian hasn't tried it, people like them absolutely cannot lose control of their bodies.

"It's alright, we also have juice, all freshly squeezed. But if you're interested, you can have a taste of this wine, or leave it anywhere. Here, pour one for you, Brother Leg." Wan Delu gestured to the beautiful woman accompanying him.

The beautiful woman quickly took on the role of a waitress, pouring wine and handing juice to Yang Jian with a smile on her face.

Their service is probably unmatched.

Yang Jian did not enjoy the flattering and ingratiating atmosphere at the dinner table. Instead, he felt a strange unease, which made him feel preoccupied.

The source of the unease still lies with Luo Yong.

Is it the unease before learning the truth? Or is it the fear in one's heart that continues to delve into that period? After all, the truth may not bring hope, but despair, a despair as deep as an abyss where not a glimmer of light can be seen.

If Yang Jian had known the devastating truth beforehand, he wouldn't know how to face what was to come.

The glass of juice trembled slightly as I picked it up.

This wasn't from fear, but from a strange tremor.

"He's scared." The beautiful woman beside him sensed Yang Jian's subtle movement and felt a strange sense of dread.

Because she was sitting next to Yang Jian, she had been observing this man ever since they got in the car. Whether he was chatting fluently with President Wan or confronting the mysterious man named Chen Yi, he was full of confidence, even quite assertive, when discussing supernatural events involving human lives.

But now, this person is afraid?

Conversely, what could be something that even people at this level are afraid of?

This beautiful woman couldn't imagine it, because it was beyond her wildest imagination. All she could do was try her best to play her role at the dinner table.

"Hey beautiful, what are you thinking about? You've spilled the juice," Yang Jian suddenly said, glancing at her.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." The beautiful woman then snapped out of her daze, hurriedly tidying up the table without daring to look up.