Mysterious Revival

Chapter 386: Chapter 385: The Lingering Curse

After the Hungry Ghost incident, there were not many urban residents left in Dachang City. Most of those who survived the true terror of supernatural events chose to move away from the city, despite being unaware that Dachang City had become one of the safest cities in the world.

However, this desolate street situation would not last for long, as supernatural events had occurred not only here but all over the world.

Other cities were not in better shape, and the situation abroad was possibly even more dire.

Eight-thirty in the morning.

A sapphire blue luxury city SUV drove in from outside the city center, with unobstructed passage all the way. The streets were as empty as the first day of the Lunar New Year, with only a few cars in sight, and the occasional special service vehicle patrolling to ensure the city’s security.

“The population of Dachang City is thinning out. Last time, I couldn’t even get a takeaway. If this continues, how are we going to sell our properties? It’s already been a month without a single house sold.”

In the front passenger seat, Jiang Yan was dressed in a smart black business suit, looking stunning and attractive. Her straight, slender legs encased in silk stockings were particularly alluring beneath the hip-hugging skirt.

At the age of twenty-five, she perfectly embodied a woman’s sensuality and beauty.

Despite her complaints, she was actually more than satisfied with her current situation and her eyes were fixed on the young man beside her.

Yang Jian leaned his head against the car window, his sharp and somewhat sinister gaze fixed on the road ahead, driving in a nonchalant manner. Even though he was dressed in a suit, he gave off the impression of a wild beast prowling through a dangerous jungle, making anyone he set his sights on feel a pricking unease. Barely twenty years old, he lacked the youthfulness and vitality of his peers.

This was a temperament formed after multiple brushes with supernatural events and life-threatening situations.

Steel forest, ghosts lurking – how can one survive without becoming a beast?

“Did you get in touch with everyone I asked you to inform yesterday?”

Yang Jian’s voice was deep and indifferent, as if devoid of any emotional fluctuations.

“Don’t worry, I contacted them again this morning. They assured me they would come, some might already be waiting at the company’s entrance,” Jiang Yan replied in a coquettish tone, not the slightest bit intimidated by Yang Jian.

After all, a beast can fight, but it can also protect.

Jiang Yan was one of those protected by Yang Jian.

“Yang Jian, there are still some outstanding issues with the handover of Shangtong Tower. Yesterday, Zhang Liqin and I couldn’t come to an agreement with them. Do you think we should sort this out first?” A gentle female voice sounded from the back seat.

Clutching a stack of documents, Zhang Liqin was busy organizing them. She, too, was dressed in business attire but appeared more conservative than Jiang Yan. Nevertheless, she exuded the charm of a mature woman, full of femininity.

“What’s the problem?” Yang Jian asked.

“Several companies, because of contracts they signed previously with Shangtong Tower, are refusing to move out before their contracts expire, presumably looking to demand substantial compensation,” Zhang Liqin explained. “Yesterday, Jiang Yan and I negotiated with their representatives. They were somewhat rude. We offered conditions in line with the market, but they avoided the subject and even…”

“Even what?” Yang Jian casually inquired.

Jiang Yan snorted, “They wanted us to join them for drinks, that old lecher was ogling my legs the entire time.”

Zhang Liqin smiled awkwardly, “But don’t be mad, Yang Jian, this is quite common in the workplace. We just didn’t want to cause a fuss, otherwise, it could have been resolved.”

“Let’s go teach them a lesson, they deserve a good thrashing,” Jiang Yan suggested with eager anticipation, clutching Yang Jian’s arm.

Yang Jian, however, remained calm, “They are just a few small-time figures, not worth mentioning. We’ll get them out by standard procedures later.”

“Not going to teach them a lesson?” Jiang Yan asked.

“That depends on if they know their place. It’s better not to resort to violence if we can avoid it, lest others say I bully people. After all, I’m in charge of Dachang City now. Is there anyone in this city who dares to go against me?” Yang Jian said with a slight smile.

A few company CEOs, though not particularly influential in Dachang City, were no ordinary people. Yet in Yang Jian’s eyes, they seemed like children playing house, there to be bullied at will.

Zhang Liqin secretly clicked her tongue but did not doubt for a second that this young man was boasting.

“Hmph, they’re getting off easy,” Jiang Yan said, not quite satisfied.

She knew the extent of Yang Jian’s power. With just one command from him, the whole city would revolve around him; every department would cooperate with his actions, and he could even apply for various armed support from higher authorities.

Of course, he had such authority, but Yang Jian barely made use of these powers.

He was different from others; power did not interest him too much. After all, as someone who controlled ghosts, he could die any day. What he sought was survival and protection.

The car stopped.

At a bustling street corner in the city center, a 45-meter tall building stood before them.

Yang Jian stepped out of the car. Excited, Jiang Yan followed, stepping out in her high heels and affectionately linking her arm with his in a very intimate manner.

“Why are you holding onto me as we walk?” Yang Jian asked, a bit surprised.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go, we’ll take a look at the company,” Jiang Yan said cheerfully, continuing to hold onto his arm.

Zhang Liqin, as if she hadn’t seen anything, simply followed with a stack of contract documents in her arms.

The moment they entered the first floor of the building.

In the rest area, Yang Jian immediately saw that Wang Shanshan’s family had already been waiting here early.

Wang Shanshan’s father, Wang Bing, a man in his forties, currently sat in the chairs of the rest area with a face full of worry, smoking a cigarette. The cigarette pack in his hand was already filled with a pile of cigarette butts.

“Uncle Wang, good morning,” Yang Jian greeted politely as he walked over.

Wang Bing jerked his head up, immediately stubbed out his cigarette, and came up somewhat agitatedly, “Yang Jian, no, President Yang, hello.”

Looking at the young man before him, in less than half a year, he had gone from a high school senior who had just dropped out to a figure who held sway over Dachang City, Wang Bing couldn’t help but feel moved; while he had gone from a career manager with an annual salary of several million to an unemployed middle-aged man.

This stark contrast was something he found hard to adjust to.

“Uncle Wang, you’re too polite, please just call me Yang Jian. I feel somewhat apologetic for having Uncle Wang and his family come so early in the morning,” Yang Jian said, still very courteous.

After all, in the beginning when he became a Ghost Master, this Wang Bing had given him some help.

“Hello Auntie,” Yang Jian nodded to Uncle Wang’s mother.

Wang Haiyan smiled awkwardly, feeling quite embarrassed in front of Yang Jian, not knowing how to react.

“Actually, we came so early because there was something we wanted to ask you about. We heard from Jiang Yan that you were away on a business trip, so it got put off until now,” Wang Bing said, somewhat sheepishly.

Yang Jian glanced at Wang Shanshan, who sat on a bench with a straight posture and a pale complexion that did not resemble the living.

“Is it about Wang Shanshan?”

Since he had saved Wang Shanshan from school, his classmate had been acting abnormal.

After all, becoming a Ghost Slave as a living person was a change whose effects Yang Jian did not know, and it required long-term observation.

Of course, Yang Jian would try his best to take care of it to the end; he did not want to see his hard-won high school classmates turning out like this.

“You have sharp eyes, Yang Jian, it is indeed about Shanshan,” Wang Bing sighed, then waved his hand, “Shanshan, come here, let Yang Jian take a look at you.”

Wang Shanshan turned her head toward Yang Jian with an indifferent expression.

That look in her eyes sent a shiver through Yang Jian’s heart, as it seemed to carry not a trace of emotion, just like the ghosts he had seen before.

“Some strange change is happening to Wang Shanshan,” Yang Jian immediately realized in his mind.

As Wang Shanshan approached, the temperature around seemed to drop, and a cold chill pervaded the air.

Yang Jian glanced at Jiang Yan next to him.

Jiang Yan immediately let go of Yang Jian’s arm and silently retreated to the back, as no one understood his gaze better than her.

Yang Jian took a step forward.

The Headless Ghost Shadow beneath his feet spread over Wang Shanshan, enveloping her within it.

However, the next moment, Yang Jian’s Ghost Shadow suddenly retreated; he opened his eyes wide, revealing a hint of surprise.

When his Headless Ghost Shadow invaded Wang Shanshan’s body, he had felt a formed infant within her womb.

Ghost Infant.

There was no mistake, it was the Ghost Infant that had been conceived during the Hungry Ghost incident.

Impossible.

The Hungry Ghost had been restrained, the ghostly power had dissipated, and the Ghost Infant, whether formed or not, should have vanished without the Hungry Ghost’s power.

Why was there one still inside Wang Shanshan’s belly?

And it looked like it had been some time already, not a sudden occurrence.

“Uncle Wang, do you know about this?” Yang Jian pointed at Wang Shanshan’s abdomen.

Wang Bing nodded with a worried frown, “We know, but at first, we didn’t think it was that ghostly thing since the issue seemed to be resolved.” He looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian’s mouth twitched. Was this doubting me?

With the way I am, it’s questionable whether I’ll have descendants at all, maintaining a normal body is already quite good.

“But that thing is growing too fast; that’s how we realized something was wrong,” Wang Bing added, “So we wanted to see if you could resolve it?”

Yang Jian said, “This matter is somewhat special; let’s go upstairs to discuss it, this isn’t the place to talk. Don’t worry, Wang Shanshan will be fine, this isn’t anything too troublesome.”

He had removed a Ghost Infant from Zhang Liqin’s body before and gained experience; this kind of residual curse was no longer a difficult problem.

Hearing Yang Jian say this, the wrinkles in Wang Bing’s forehead relaxed slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.