Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian drove back to Guanjiang Residential Complex.

Two people were sitting in his car, Zhang Liqin and Liu Xiaoyu.

“You still haven’t arranged my accommodations. Technically, I shouldn’t be working on my first day. At the very least, you should let me have a place to stay. I don’t want to live at the company—it’s completely devoid of privacy,”

Liu Xiaoyu said, looking at Yang Jian as he drove.

“How about I stay at your home? Your house is so big, and there are plenty of rooms. Can you spare one for me?”

Zhang Liqin subconsciously rejected the idea, saying, “That’s not okay.”

“Why not?” Liu Xiaoyu asked. “I wouldn’t be bothering you.”

Zhang Liqin immediately found herself tongue-tied, unsure how to reply.

After all, she didn’t really have the right to refuse Liu Xiaoyu’s request to stay, since she herself was essentially living in Yang Jian’s house as a guest—not in the capacity of a hostess.

Yang Jian said, “Staying in my house isn’t really a wise choice.”

“I wouldn’t feel safe living by myself. If something were to happen, no one would even know,” Liu Xiaoyu said. “I’m a communications officer and liaison manager. I know plenty of sensitive information. If I got kidnapped and tortured, I might divulge all your secrets, wouldn’t I?”

“Then you’d probably be so angry you’d want to kill me to silence me. No way, that won’t work. I need protection too.”

Her eyes darted around, clearly scheming to move into Yang Jian’s luxurious house.

“I’ve thought of a great place that would suit you.” Yang Jian drove into the complex, but he didn’t stop; instead, he passed his own house and headed toward the back of the complex.

“What place?” Liu Xiaoyu asked curiously.

Yang Jian replied, “Just ahead. You should know it as well.”

Soon enough,

the car stopped in front of a rather peculiar building within the complex.

The structure resembled a small temple, surrounded by tall walls. Inside, however, was a Republic Era ancient house. Its renovations had removed all trace of darkness and oppression, making it surprisingly suitable for residential living.

Safe yet secluded.

Even most of the complex’s residents were unaware of this hidden enclave.

Yang Jian had barely stepped out of the car.

The heavy courtyard door swung open immediately, and a slender, fair-skinned girl in a dress emerged gracefully. Her demeanor was cold, her expression devoid of emotion, resembling a robot.

“What brings you here?” Wang Shanshan asked flatly.

Yang Jian replied, “I need a small favor from you.”

At this point, Liu Xiaoyu curiously eyed Wang Shanshan. Though she knew about Yang Jian’s female classmate who had survived the Hungry Ghost incident, this was her first time seeing her in person.

“Hi, I’m Liu Xiaoyu, Yang Jian’s former communications officer,” she greeted.

“Hello,” Wang Shanshan responded, her face remaining cold and rigid.

Yang Jian said, “She’ll be staying with you for a while. Try to ensure her safety as much as possible.”

“Isn’t that your responsibility? Why not just have her stay at your place?” Wang Shanshan asked.

Yang Jian replied, “I can’t put all the important people in one place. If danger strikes, wouldn’t we all be wiped out at once? I’m not that foolish. Besides, it’s better for you not to live alone here. Having her around might make things less boring for you.”

“Do whatever you decide; I won’t object,” Wang Shanshan said.

Yang Jian nodded, “You’ll be staying here from now on. If you need anything, contact my secretary; she’ll take care of it.”

Zhang Liqin smiled lightly, expressing no objections.

“Wang Shanshan, show Liu Xiaoyu around and help her get acquainted with the place. It’s getting late, so make sure to rest early.”

Yang Jian didn’t linger long; he dropped off Liu Xiaoyu and promptly left.

Wang Shanshan seemed used to Yang Jian’s tendency to show up and leave abruptly. She didn’t try to stop him; instead, she focused her gaze on Liu Xiaoyu.

Liu Xiaoyu returned the stare, her expression slightly awkward.

“I know you. Yang Jian used to contact you frequently on his phone. I didn’t expect you to look so young,”

Liu Xiaoyu said with a smile. “I’ve also heard Yang Jian mention you. You’re his classmate—you two escaped No. 7 Middle School together and survived the Door Knocking Ghost incident. Later, you even caught the attention of Ghost Infant’s killing patterns… You’re truly beautiful, no wonder Yang Jian kept protecting you all this time.”

“If it were me, I wouldn’t bear to just watch someone as gorgeous as you die, either.”

Wang Shanshan was indeed stunning, blessed with natural beauty. Her good upbringing and dance training had left her with an elegant figure. Her only drawback was her youth—like a budding flower waiting for full bloom.

But it seemed unlikely for her to change much further.

Her survival had come at a cost; she’d been consumed by the supernatural power of the Ghost Eye, making her physical state different from that of ordinary living people.

“Come in; I’ll show you around,”

Wang Shanshan didn’t take any pleasure from compliments. She led Liu Xiaoyu inside, coldly and efficiently showing her the place.

“I’m the only one living here regularly. The first floor includes the living room, study, recreation room, and restroom. The second floor has the bedrooms. Right now, there are only two rooms upstairs—mine and another unused one. I’ll ask Zhang Liqin to have someone fix it up tomorrow. Tonight, you can share my room,”

Liu Xiaoyu pointed at a door and asked, “Isn’t there another room here?”

“This place used to be a Republic Era ancient house. Of the three rooms here, two contain dangerous supernatural items that have caused paranormal incidents. The third room has never been opened by Yang Jian. What do you think might be inside?”

Wang Shanshan stopped in her tracks and looked at her.

Liu Xiaoyu shivered, “This… this place is haunted?”

“That was before. It’s very safe now.”

“But you said that room has never been opened. What if there’s a ghost imprisoned inside?” Liu Xiaoyu’s fear began to mount.

Wang Shanshan was eerily calm. “Nothing will happen. Yang Jian studied it. As long as the room doesn’t open on its own, it remains perfectly safe—it hasn’t caused any issues for decades.”

“Even so, how can I sleep here at night knowing all this?” Liu Xiaoyu’s heart was already racing.

At this moment, she began to suspect Yang Jian had intentionally set her up.

With all the houses in Guanjiang Residential Complex, why couldn’t she be assigned somewhere else? Why did she have to stay near a room that might hold a ghost?

Wasn’t this just making things difficult for her?

“Maybe Yang Jian wants to train you, help you overcome your fears,” Wang Shanshan speculated. “You don’t need to worry. I’ve lived here all this time, and hasn’t everything been fine?”

Liu Xiaoyu felt like crying but had no tears.

At this moment, she seriously contemplated resigning.

Nothing good ever seemed to happen when Yang Jian was involved. Right off the bat, she was placed next to a room with a potential ghost inside. Forget training—she might go insane before conquering her fear.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com