Mysterious Revival

Cao Yanhua continued, “By saying this, it means you still don’t understand your wrongdoings. Your true error was not that one phone call. I’ve already reviewed the recording of the entire incident. Yang Jian, while dealing with the supernatural event in Z City and after confirming that Tong Qian was a ghost, had already called you.”

“This point is key.”

Here, he spoke angrily, “You know very well what Yang Jian is like—he might be a bit rebellious, but he doesn’t talk nonsense like those slippery types in society. Anything that comes out of his mouth is of great importance. You overlooked this, failing to understand the risks behind that call from Yang Jian, and this is the main reason you caused this incident.”

“Therefore, I am really uneasy about having you continue to be responsible for Yang Jian after this event…”

Zhao Jianguo stood with his head bowed, enduring the reprimand without rebuttal, because he indeed bore the primary responsibility for this occasion—those thirty-two operators’ deaths were all caused by him.

However, just at that moment, the office door suddenly opened.

“What is it?” Cao Yanhua asked, his anger subsiding, very seriously.

“Minister, we’ve received news from Feng Quan in Z City. He says that the matter there has been resolved, that the ghost which replaced Tong Qian’s identity has been restrained. He’s asking us to arrange for someone to take over,” hurriedly reported a staff member.

“Good, I understand,” Cao Yanhua thought for a moment and said, “Arrange for Shen Liang to go.”

“Yes, Minister.”

The staff member quickly left.

Zhao Jianguo also sighed inwardly, considering the Deputy Minister’s arrangement, it was very likely that Shen Liang would be in charge of Yang Jian from now on. Although he often met Shen Liang, to be honest, he did not quite like the man, because even though Shen Liang was very capable, Zhao could not accept some of his ideas.

At this very moment, in Z City.

Yang Jian, after restraining the ghost, did not rush to leave the area, but he also did not feel at ease staying alone in this district.

Although the ghost had been restrained, the danger had not completely ended.

Who knows how many more people had their memories tampered with, secretly watching him, and he certainly couldn’t catch each one and restore their memories.

So the best course of action was to head to the suburbs and find a secluded, uninhabited place to hide.

Luo Su Yi had a villa in the outskirts of Z City, where Yang Jian decided to temporarily stay for a few days to also deal with Ghost Face.

As for Xiong Wenwen.

Yang Jian didn’t leave him behind but contacted headquarters directly and had them send a special plane to pick him up.

He had done his utmost to help Yang Jian survive several crises. If it weren’t for Xiong Wenwen’s premonition ability, perhaps he would have died in their first encounter and wouldn’t have lasted until now.

“Hopefully, he can find a way to survive,” Yang Jian sighed in his heart after sending Xiong Wenwen away.

If the child died due to the resurrection of vicious ghosts, it would be a pity, and even more, a tragedy.

Whether Xiong Wenwen could survive depended on whether the headquarters was willing to expend some effort to help him control the second ghost.

And in this, Yang Jian was powerless.

Evening.

Outside a villa in the suburbs of Z City, Luo Su Yi had set up a barbecue grill and was enthusiastically grilling skewers with a companion named Huang Fei, both drinking beer and in high spirits, clearly very happy.

After all, they had just managed to survive the ordeal in Z City; the feeling of escaping death was not something one could enjoy all the time.

“To celebrating our survival once more,” Luo Su Yi raised his beer bottle and shouted.

Huang Fei laughed and toasted.

However, Lin Luomei next to him watched Luo Su Yi with a look of tolerant amusement. Without a word, she fiddled with a brand-new business card in her hands.

It was a card Yang Jian had given her, which was blank except for a special phone number.

It was Wang Xiaoming’s private contact method.

Yang Jian had given the opportunity to control a second ghost to Lin Luomei, and she was now contemplating when to make that call.

Of course, not just yet.

I’ve just finished with the busy work, it’ll take a few days at least.

“By the way, where’s Yang Jian? He was just here eating kebabs, why did he disappear all of a sudden?” Luo Su Yi realized that Yang Jian was no longer on the recliner next to him after chugging a bottle of beer.

Huang Fei said, “He went back to his room and took away all the skewers we just roasted.”

“Damn, can this guy eat that much?” said Luo Su Yi. “Won’t he burst from overeating?”

“Shush, keep your voice down, or you’ll get beaten up,” Huang Fei said with some concern.

Luo Su Yi scoffed, “I can’t be killed anyway, what’s there to be afraid of?”

“…”

His words were assertive and seemingly flawless, one might think he was challenging Yang Jian to a fight.

At this moment, Yang Jian was sitting in his room eating skewers with a blank expression, methodically chewing the roasted beef in his mouth, while an array of faces with clear features were laid out before him.

A stench of rotting corpse filled the air.

Some of the faces had been removed from their owners for too long and had decayed, but most were still relatively intact.

Yang Jian continued to eat while controlling the Headless Ghost Shadow to sort through the pile of faces.

Each face represented an identity, a person’s memories, and putting on that face meant that the person could be resurrected in another’s body.

This bizarre method was akin to an alternative form of resurrection.

And, Yang Jian had come up with an extremely crazy idea.

If swapping faces onto a body could bring a person back to life, what if that body belonged to a ghost?

Could a person control a ghost’s body? In that case, the ghost would essentially possess human memories.

So, what would such a hybrid ultimately be, human or ghost?

“I might try it someday, but I don’t have a ghost’s body right now, not a single one,” Yang Jian murmured, slightly furrowing his brow as he kept eating the skewers.

He had seen ghosts with bodies before, but not many.

For instance, the Door Knocking Ghost, the ghost with a knife in Caesar Hotel of Z city, and the Crying Tomb Ghost, Dried Corpse Bride… However, unfortunately, he couldn’t deal with a single ghost at the moment.

“Forget it, I’ll think about this problem later. The priority now is how to solve the current issue.”

Yang Jian suddenly stared at one of the faces and zoned out.

The Headless Ghost Shadow stood before him, holding a woman’s human skin mask in its hands, featuring a beautiful visage with a noble bearing, clearly the face of a beautiful woman.

However, this face belonged to Tong Qian.

The real Tong Qian was dead, only this face remained, even her body had been claimed by a ghost.

Yang Jian could no longer attach Tong Qian’s face back to her body.

Her original body was no longer suitable.

The only option was to find her another body and attach the face before it decayed any further.

“There were many faceless corpses in room 13 of the hotel before. Although most of them are dead now, some still show vital signs… But there are other hauntings in that place, and I don’t want to make another trip just for a body.”

Yang Jian thought about it and decided it wasn’t worth the risk for a single corpse.

And he did have another body at his disposal.

A living one.

Similarly faceless.

It was the body of his classmate, Zhao Lei.

He looked to the side.

Zhao Lei’s body lay on the bed, still showing signs of life, but this state wouldn’t last much longer; the body would die in a day or two at most.

And during this time, Zhao Lei’s face had not been found.

Maybe it was already beyond recovery.

“Zhao Lei will die, and so will Tong Qian. Since that’s the case, let’s merge the two, allowing Tong Qian’s memories to live on in Zhao Lei’s body,” Yang Jian’s gaze flickered as he looked at Tong Qian’s face and then at Zhao Lei’s body.

This was his extreme way to remedy his regret.

It would not only save Tong Qian but also allow Zhao Lei to live on in another form.

“Should I really do this?”

However, as Yang Jian prepared to proceed, he couldn’t help but question his own conscience.

Changing identities and faces was a taboo against morality.

Would the newly resurrected Tong Qian accept this form of rebirth?

But if he didn’t do this, both Tong Qian and Zhao Lei would die. Yang Jian couldn’t find another face for Zhao Lei or another body for Tong Qian.

Using Zhao Lei’s body and Tong Qian’s face to create a new being was the best and most prudent solution.