Mysterious Revival: Starting by Controlling the Person-Hiding Ghost

At that moment, in a second-floor room of a villa, on a comfortable, cozy double bed.

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes and gently moved aside the hand resting on him.

He turned on the phone beside his pillow and fell into thought.

Who had transferred money into his mother's bank account in the middle of the night-and a full 200 million at that?

Although the money was not much to him now, it was still a huge sum to the outside world, and worth paying some attention to.

When he saw where the transfer had come from, Yang Jian couldn't help raising an eyebrow.

The Supernatural Forum?

Why would that organization send me money in the middle of the night? Were they trying to use money to make a good impression in advance, so they could persuade me to switch sides later?

Forget it. I'll ask Zhao Jianguo about it when I get the chance.

Yang Jian shook his head and closed his eyes again.

Meanwhile, Jiang Li had returned to his residence, but he was now wide awake, staring into the mirror in deep thought.

In the mirror, a dark patch had appeared on his chest. Judging by its appearance, the patch was shaped like a feather, a crow's feather.

He made that guess because the crow feather he had put away before had disappeared.

He had been wondering what exactly that crow feather was, but now it seemed there was no need to guess.

The thing had fused into his body, and getting it out seemed unlikely.

It had probably fused with him when he was confronting the Hunger Ghost.

What he needed to worry about now was what effect it would have on his body.

So far, the thing had not brought any negative effects. Not only had it failed to clash with the supernatural forces already in his body, but when he had been eroded by the Hunger Ghost, the feather had inexplicably let out a cry and driven the erosion away.

And just now, it seemed that the same crow feather had let out a cry and fully roused him from his half-asleep state.

Otherwise, those three would probably already be dead in that little pavilion.

Chapter 39: Zhao Kaiming Plunges into Despair

"The vicious ghost's erosion of me is getting more and more obvious, but I don't seem to have any good way to deal with it right now."

Jiang Li muttered to himself in front of the mirror.

The mirror showed not only the feather-shaped black patch, but also the half of the Person-Hiding Ghost hanging around his neck.

The ghostly thing's eyes were closed now, and the eerie smile remained on his face.

Although he was not acting up much now, Jiang Li was certain that when the thing had attacked Luo Suyi and the other two just now, his eyes had definitely been open.

For some reason, when the thing was attacking the three of them, Jiang Li seemed able to see through his eyes... no, it seemed as though Jiang Li himself had been using the Person-Hiding Ghost's body to launch a hidden attack on the three of them.

As soon as Jiang Li woke up, the thing closed his eyes.

At that thought, Jiang Li suddenly remembered something.

The Newspaper Ghost.

That guy had come into contact with his Person-Hiding Ghost and affected his perception for a time, making him mistake the Person-Hiding Ghost for a black sweater.

Ever since then, he had never again felt the stirrings of the Person-Hiding Ghost's revival, as though the ghost had truly shut down completely and was at his mercy.

Without a doubt, this was the Newspaper Ghost's doing.

Heaven knew what strange information that guy had left in his or the Person-Hiding Ghost's mind without his knowledge.

It might look as though he had gained a truly shut-down vicious ghost, but someday in the future, an unforeseen danger might suddenly erupt and bring about disastrous consequences.

Dealing with vicious ghosts was ultimately too hopeless. Even if he had beaten vicious ghosts a hundred times, he could not escape the deadly fate that a single future mistake would bring.

For now, he could only try his best to find a way to rapidly increase his strength, so that when the vicious ghost truly erupted, he would be able to protect himself.

Suddenly, Jiang Li felt something hard in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was a gleaming gold business card.

It was He Lin of the Friend Circle's business card, the same one he had used to bribe Sun Yi.

They were both dead now.

Seeing the card again, Jiang Li fell silent.

He Lin's Person-Hiding Ghost had ultimately become the vicious ghost Jiang Li controlled, and Sun Yi had given him a lift on his way to the hospital.

By any measure, he ought to thank them both, but now he no longer had the chance.

Regrets over what had already happened could no longer be remedied, but he could still try his best to change those that had yet to happen.

Jiang Li took out the supernatural wooden chest that had appeared alongside him and murmured thoughtfully:

"There are too many regrets and unfulfilled wishes in this world. Perhaps I came here to do my best to make up for those regrets, so this world won't be quite so full of despair."

Despair was fading.

Somewhere in Dachang City, in front of a secluded, silent warehouse.

A middle-aged man appeared.

He walked with a limp, but his pace was quick, and he made no attempt to hide his excitement.

"It's all over. I met that ghost's demands, and I used Yang Jian and another ghost controller to contain him. Now all I have to do is wait for my family to come back to life."

"I've already prepared tens of millions of US dollars and several villas abroad, enough for my family and me to live out our lives without worrying about food or clothing. It's all over."

Muttering to himself, Zhao Kaiming reached the warehouse and took out his key.

But just then, a familiar presence appeared beside him.

It was a dim, indistinct figure, standing silently at his side as if waiting for something.

"You actually weren't contained?"

Zhao Kaiming froze for a moment, looking somewhat stunned.

The ghost's level of terror was indeed far higher than he had expected. Ordinary containment methods had no effect on him at all.

But Zhao Kaiming did not panic. He even continued unlocking the door as he whispered to the figure behind him:

"I don't care what your purpose is in coming to me again. Give it up."

"Even if you weren't contained, our relationship ends here. I won't use your bizarre supernatural power to make any more wishes."

Zhao Kaiming spoke in a low voice, then pushed open the warehouse doors and walked inside.

The eerie figure continued to follow him, as though certain Zhao Kaiming would make another request of him.

Zhao Kaiming switched on the warehouse's fluorescent lights, which lit up one after another, slightly illuminating the darkness inside.

"Dad, Mom, Xiaoya, and all my other relatives, I'm back."

Zhao Kaiming hurried toward a storeroom inside the warehouse, where the bodies of all his loved ones were kept.

But when he reached the door, a figure both familiar and strange blocked his path.

"Sun Yi? How the fuck are you here?!"

Zhao Kaiming growled, his whole body tensing.

"No, that's not right. You can't be Sun Yi. I killed Sun Yi by pushing him out there myself. What the fuck are you?"

The Sun Yi before him did not answer. Instead, he slowly lowered the large newspaper in his hands, one corner of it missing.

Behind him, figures opened the freezers where they had been kept and stepped out one after another.

"Dad, Mom, stay away from this person. He's dangerous..."

Zhao Kaiming suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence and froze on the spot.

A chill gradually spread through the warehouse, and even the fluorescent lights beside him dimmed without warning.

The relatives who had emerged from the freezers now walked behind that Sun Yi, their heads bowed low, their movements stiff and lifeless.

Zhao Kaiming immediately frowned and turned his full attention to the relatives behind him.

Dad, Mom, Xiaoya, and all his uncles.

They still looked just as he remembered them, but their behavior now was unsettling.

Gulp.

Zhao Kaiming swallowed, still clinging to a final sliver of hope.

He had guessed that the Sun Yi before him was a vicious ghost, but he had never seen the Newspaper Ghost. As he understood it, this was a vicious ghost that killed when a certain behavioral pattern was triggered.

As long as he handled things properly, perhaps he could deal with the vicious ghost at the smallest possible cost.

If all else failed, he could always use his own ghost's ability one more time in exchange for the safety of all his other family members.

As Zhao Kaiming was thinking this, Zhao Xiaoya, who stood in the storeroom, suddenly walked out and stood beside Sun Yi.

"Daddy."

That clear voice calling him struck straight through the fortitude Zhao Kaiming had struggled to maintain for so long. He felt dazed, as though he had returned to the peaceful days he had spent with his wife and daughter several years ago.

Although he had become a person in charge during this time and earned wealth he would never have dared dream of in several lifetimes before, he had lost his most precious family.

Then Zhao Kaiming took a deep breath and did his best to put on a kindly smile.

"...Daddy's here. Be good, Xiaoya. Don't come over."

The next moment, a gleaming gold handgun was aimed at Zhao Kaiming's head.

"You're not my daddy. He's my daddy."

Chapter 40: The Hunger Ghost Debriefing

"You're not my daddy. He's my daddy."

Zhao Xiaoya spoke in a childish voice, but her expression was terrifyingly cold, and she held a gun in her hand.

It was the one Zhao Kaiming had left in the storeroom. Now his daughter had gotten hold of it and was aiming it at him.

The Zhao Xiaoya before him was clearly as cute as ever, yet for some reason, a layer of chill had settled over her face, and only numbness and deathly stillness remained in her once-innocent eyes.

Seeing the black muzzle already trained on him, the smile on Zhao Kaiming's face froze completely.

What Zhao Xiaoya had just said made him dizzy, as though the whole world were spinning and turning upside down before his eyes.

Enduring the buzzing in his ears, Zhao Kaiming forced another smile and said:

"Good girl, stop joking around. Put the gun down, okay?"

Bang.

A gunshot, sudden and unexpected.

Zhao Kaiming fell at the shot, blood gushing from the wound.

A gold-colored bullet was embedded between his brows; it had been fired with every intention of killing him.

"He should be dead, Daddy."