Mysterious Revival

This time, Yang Jian only issued orders without taking action personally, nor did Li Yang.

Because they needed to rest and adjust their state to prepare for boarding the supernatural bus and completing the letter delivery mission, Yang Jian simply stayed idle in the office of Shangtong Tower for the past few days.

Only twenty-four hours passed.

Yang Jian received the news that he had successfully controlled three individuals: Old Eagle, Leuk Qingqing, and Qin Kai.

By the second day, he had also taken control of Wang Feng and Yang Xiaohua.

“Keep Yang Xiaohua under control and bring her to Shangtong Tower. Let her hold the red balloon, and don’t let her mess with it.”

Upon hearing that Yang Xiaohua had arrived in Dachang City, Yang Jian immediately gave instructions.

Yang Xiaohua was an ordinary person with no threat, and the red balloon was extremely significant. Yang Jian felt uneasy leaving it outside, so the best solution was to keep Yang Xiaohua by his side.

A single order.

Soon, the vehicle escorting Yang Xiaohua arrived at the base of Shangtong Tower.

The car door opened.

A young woman, appearing in her early twenties and slightly haggard, stepped out of the car. In her hand, she tightly gripped a red balloon hovering in mid-air, never relaxing for fear that the balloon might float away if she loosened her grip.

“Are you Yang Xiaohua?”

Yang Xiaohua looked up.

Standing before her was a mature, well-dressed, alluring woman. Though she was dressed conservatively in a professional skirt suit, her appearance exuded an irresistible charm.

“That’s me,” Yang Xiaohua said. “Who are you?”

“I am President Yang’s secretary, Zhang Liqin. President Yang instructed me to escort you to his office.” Zhang Liqin was also sizing up Yang Xiaohua.

At the sight of this woman, Zhang Liqin felt reassured.

This woman posed no competition to her; President Yang wouldn’t be interested in someone like Yang Xiaohua. His special attention was undoubtedly for work-related reasons. The one Zhang Liqin feared most was Xiong Wenwen’s single mother, Chen Shumei. Chen Shumei far surpassed her in body, appearance, education, charisma, and personality.

“Follow me.” Zhang Liqin dismissed her thoughts and led Yang Xiaohua away.

“Is this Yang Jian’s company?” Upon seeing the Shangtong Tower, Yang Xiaohua froze in place.

She had investigated Yang Jian.

She never imagined Yang Jian would be so high-profile in Dachang City, owning a nearly iconic building in the city center.

Taking the exclusive elevator, they reached the 45th floor.

“President Yang, Yang Xiaohua has arrived.” Although the office door was open, Zhang Liqin still knocked politely.

Yang Jian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, overlooking Dachang City. A restless ghost-eye rotated, seeming to pierce into some unknown location.

At the sound,

Yang Jian turned around. “Good, the item’s still here.”

“I never imagined you’d be the owner of Shangtong Tower. Your influence in Dachang City far exceeds my expectations. On my way here, I didn’t encounter a single red light. It was smooth sailing throughout,” Yang Xiaohua remarked.

Yang Jian replied, “They’re just cooperating with my work, nothing special. Including you, I’ve already taken control of all the fourth-floor messengers, except for one.”

“Who?” Yang Xiaohua asked.

“The one named Da Qiang.”

Yang Jian continued, “That’s none of your concern. For the next two days, stay here and don’t wander. My secretary will make arrangements. Also, you can let go of the red balloon. Try tying it to this.”

After speaking, he tossed an item over.

It was a baton made of gold.

Yang Xiaohua tried tying the balloon to it, but bizarrely, the string detached by itself and the balloon floated back into the air.

“Seems I was naïve. Does the red balloon’s string detach on its own?” Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly.

Although gold wasn’t affected by supernatural powers,

supernatural items possessed certain inherent traits. Evidently, controlling the red balloon required someone holding it, as tying it to any object would result in the string automatically loosening and the balloon floating away.

Moreover, without the weight of a red letter, the balloon would soon drift off into the distance.

“Looks like you’ll have to keep holding it.”

Yang Jian waved his hand. “Zhang Liqin, take her to rest. Her movement is restricted to within the company. If she tries to leave, have the guards at the door kill her on the spot.”

“Understood, President Yang.”

Zhang Liqin’s heart shivered as she studied Yang Xiaohua deeply again.

Sure enough.

Her intuition was accurate—when it came to work, Yang Jian was entirely devoid of emotion. No matter how gorgeous a woman was, if she disrupted his plans, he wouldn’t hesitate to act ruthlessly.

“You don’t plan to trap me here, do you? If I miss the bus, the curse of the post office will kill me, and when that happens, your company will be implicated,” Yang Xiaohua worried aloud, reminding Yang Jian.

“No, I’ll call you before departure,” Yang Jian replied.

Yang Xiaohua said no more and followed Zhang Liqin out.

Indeed, she needed rest. Staying here was more reassuring than being anywhere else, as Yang Jian’s company guaranteed protection. If anything went wrong, Yang Jian would handle it, and she wouldn’t need to worry herself.

With that thought, she planned to sleep well for the next two days before facing the task of delivering the letter.

Live one day at a time. She had come this far, and Yang Xiaohua even saw a glimpse of hope for ascending to the fifth floor.

She just had to get through this. Just this once.

“Yang Jian, there’s been an incident. That man named Da Qiang has already entered Dachang City, but his whereabouts are unknown…”

Suddenly, Liu Xiaoyu rushed upstairs urgently to report new updates.

“Oh, is that so?” Having just sent Yang Xiaohua away, Yang Jian replied, “How could you let such a big fish slip through your hands?”

“No, it’s not that. He suddenly appeared in Dachang City. We located him through the street cameras, but by the time we arrived, he had already vanished. It seems he’s aware we’re searching for him. This man displays an exceptional ability to evade surveillance. So far, we’ve failed to detect further traces of his activity,” Liu Xiaoyu explained, sounding aggrieved.

“You mean Da Qiang possesses supernatural powers, allowing him to bypass inspections and enter Dachang City unnoticed?” Yang Jian speculated.

“It has to be the case,” Liu Xiaoyu confirmed.

Yang Jian pondered briefly before saying, “I’ll handle this. Tell the others to cease their search. Since he’s gone into hiding, you’re not likely to find him.”

“Got it. Thank you.” Liu Xiaoyu nodded.

“Go get busy now.” Yang Jian gestured dismissively.

After Liu Xiaoyu left, Yang Jian returned to the floor-to-ceiling window in his office. His ghost-eye abruptly opened wide, emitting a crimson glow that spread rapidly across the sky, blanketing the city.

He had activated his Ghost Domain.

“Let’s see where you’re hiding, you bastard.” Yang Jian decided to intervene personally.

He needed to locate the last fourth-floor messenger and ensure no unexpected events surfaced.

At this moment,

Beneath a bridge on the outskirts of Dachang City, an isolated area seldom visited by people…

A middle-aged man with a backpack, resembling a trekking tourist, arrived at the site. He was arranging a newly purchased sleeping bag, preparing to spend the night there.

“Dachang City sure has tight security. Without some skills, it’s impossible to escape surveillance. Seems like someone has already made arrangements to control all the fourth-floor messengers before the delivery mission starts. But I’m not foolish enough to entrust my life to someone else’s hands. The only one who would attempt something like this must be the newcomer from the third floor.”

Da Qiang’s eyes narrowed as he speculated the operation was Yang Jian’s doing.

After all, it wasn’t hard to guess.

“I’ll lay low for a couple of days before heading to Chang’an Road’s station.” Da Qiang thought to himself.

But the next moment…

The river surface nearby reflected a crimson hue, and the entire world became eerie and surreal as if descending into an unknown dimension.

“Da Qiang, you have two options: comply with my arrangements or refuse—and I’ll kill you right now.” A chilling voice echoed around.

The surroundings were silent and empty.

The entire reality seemed to have dissolved, leaving only the voice behind.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

Da Qiang’s face darkened instantly. “You plan to control all the fourth-floor messengers? Aren’t you afraid of overreaching and choking on your ambition?”

“You have three seconds—or die.” Yang Jian wasted no time, delivering his final ultimatum.

Rage surged within Da Qiang as he considered resisting instead of submitting.

But he quickly realized something, causing sweat to cover his body.

He couldn’t even see this person—how could he possibly resist him?

As the thoughts raced, the crimson-tinted world began to morph strangely.

The surrounding structures vanished rapidly, consumed by the red light, as though attempting to erase Da Qiang from existence.

“This doesn’t feel right.”

Da Qiang jolted awake and blurted, “I’ll cooperate.”

“No tricks. You won’t get a second chance to speak,” Yang Jian’s voice faded as the crimson-hued dimension swiftly receded.

The red glow vanished.

Everything returned to how it was before.

“This guy’s scarier than I anticipated…”

Da Qiang took a deep breath, realizing he had underestimated the newcomer’s strength.

The cold wind from the river gave him chills.

Without hesitation, he revealed himself and cooperated with Dachang City’s personnel to be escorted away.

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