Mysterious Revival

Brother Hwu was still scared stiff, lying on the ground begging for mercy, while Yang Jian played with the live streaming room.

He didn’t mind revealing his identity as an international ghost controller; after all, many people knew about it. It was just the general public who were kept in the dark, but all the rich and powerful people knew about the international ghost controllers stationed in the city.

"Brother Tui, do you need to pull a gun? That ammo is pretty expensive," said Zhang Wei, walking over at this moment.

Yang Jian said, "I can’t just hug in public and fight it out like you, right? People who don’t know better might think we’re doing something else. As someone with status, I can’t brawl like you do. It’s embarrassing. Besides, there are over a hundred thousand people watching in the live streaming room right now. You should be mindful of the influence.

It would be awful if word got out."

"I don’t want to be called a pervert when I walk down the street."

Zhang Wei said, "What’s wrong with a man being a pervert? Don’t mind what others think. You can do it, Brother Tui."

"I really can’t. Take care of Brother Hwu since he’s like this now. If you feel short-changed, teach him a lesson and send him on his way. After that, I still need to deal with your issue. Don’t waste too much time," Yang Jian said.

Zhang Wei smirked and let out a sleazy laugh, "Don’t worry, I know what to do."

Then he gave Brother Hwu, who was shivering in fear, a sinister look.

You have finally fallen into my hands. If I don’t give you an unforgettable experience today, I would be doing a disservice to the name Brother Wai.

"Fellas, are you enjoying today’s live stream? If you’re having a good time, hit 6," Yang Jian said to the camera at this point.

"666, Brother Tui is getting into live streaming too."

"Oh my god, I just called to report it and it’s been confirmed. The officers didn’t trouble Brother Tui; they seriously warned me instead. Now I believe that Brother Tui really is a ghost controller."

"I called too, and Yaoyao Ling directly indicated they were dealing with a ghost controller’s case."

"Hurry up and offer some tea to the big boss."

Yang Jian said, "Fellas, I’m going to turn off the live stream now because what’s coming up involves some special events. It’s better for you all to remain unaware. Brother Hwu, don’t worry, I won’t punish you out of spite. I’ll let him go later. In the future, try to keep Brother Hwu’s temper in check when he’s out and about; otherwise, it’ll be his downfall sooner or later."

"You teach us well, Brother Tui. Leave the matter of Dog Brother to us. But what are these special events?"

"No, Brother Tui, keep streaming. You’re way more thrilling than Brother Hwu. I’ll tip you ten thousand yuan."

"Real MVP, I’m begging you, Brother Tui, take care of me, I’m a girl,"

Yang Jian ignored the barrage of comments in the live streaming room, planning to shut down the stream.

"Wait, Brother Tui, let me have a go," Zhang Wei hurried over and snatched the phone, saying.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhang Wei faced the camera and said, "Fellas, if Brother Tui won’t stream for you, I, Brother Wai, will. Last time, Brother Hwu dared to film me doing my business in the wild. Now that he’s fallen into my hands, he won’t get off easy."

"Brother Hwu, what are you looking at? If you don’t take off your pants and shit in front of everyone, you’re not leaving. I’ll let you see what it’s like to be in a live stream."

"No, you can’t be serious?" Brother Hwu was dumbstruck.

Zhang Wei said, "You love filming others so much, now it’s Brother Wai’s turn to give you a live broadcast."

"No problem, fellas, live broadcasting Brother Hwu’s shit. If the followers exceed two hundred thousand, I’ll make him do it twice," he proclaimed, aiming his phone at Brother Hwu’s butt.

"Hurry up, the fellas are all waiting impatiently. If you dawdle any longer, I’ll get Brother Tui to teach you a lesson."

Brother Hwu was on the verge of tears, looking pitiful, not knowing who to turn to for help.

"Brother Wai sure knows how to have fun, but I bet Brother Hwu’s butt isn’t as perky as Brother Wai’s."

"This streaming room is too spicy for the eyes."

"How can such vulgar stuff still be streamed? Shut this streaming room down now. But before you do, make sure he’s done."

The corner of Yang Jian’s mouth twitched; he hadn’t expected Zhang Wei to think of this method to teach Brother Hwu a lesson. It was truly dreadful. Brother Hwu had really met with misfortune by falling into Zhang Wei’s hands.

But... it seemed fair for each to have a turn.

"Brother Hwu, don’t take off your pants. You’re a man of status; how can you yield to Brother Wai’s threats?"

"Let him take them off, let him take them off."

Now, the number of viewers in Brother Hwu’s live stream shot up drastically, breaking past one hundred thousand in an instant, and the numbers were still rising, turning a minor broadcaster into a major one.

After all the fuss.

In the end, Brother Hwu was humiliated and left something behind before pulling up his pants and leaving in tears.

That’s no way to play.

Think you’re great just because you have a gun...

Seeing him flee, Zhang Wei coldly laughed, "Good, you know your place. See if you dare to film me again."

"You’re not even disgusted," Yang Jian said.

"You don’t know what that guy is like. Last time, when I was desperate at a construction site and found a secluded spot to relieve myself, he filmed the whole process from start to end, yelling ’bros, no problem.’ I was so mad I could have killed someone," Zhang Wei said, still furious about the incident.

"This time he dared to attack us. If we don’t show him some color, this kid will become lawless. Next time he falls into my hands, I’ll let him experience what a paranormal event really is."

Yang Jian said, "Alright, it’s over now that they’re gone. Come upstairs with me; I’ve discovered something new."

"What discovery?" asked Zhang Wei.

"That ghost that’s been following you around, I want to figure out what’s going on." Yang Jian said, "I now have a rough idea where that ghost originated from; I’ve found the source."

"I thought it was something serious, but it turns out to be this trivial matter, ruining my live streaming time. No way, next time I’m going to start my own live stream," Zhang Wei said excitedly, his eyes lighting up.

Yang Jian asked, "What do you want to live stream?"

"How about live streaming supernatural events? Scare the hell out of those guys," Zhang Wei responded.

"You’re spreading panic, be careful not to get investigated."

Zhang Wei said, "No worries, I’ve got you, Brother Tui, to cover for me, right? What’s there to fear? What’s the use if only the two of us are enjoying the supernatural events? We need everyone to have fun. We’re not spreading panic; we’re spreading laughter, spreading love."

You’re retaliating against society, man. This will scare people to death.

Yang Jian looked at him oddly.

It seemed Brother Hwu’s incident had led Zhang Wei to discover a whole new world.

Mentioning live streaming made him even more excited than playing games.

"Let’s first figure out your issue before we talk about that. I don’t want a ghost staring at me from some corner every time I’m with you," Yang Jian said.

He was certain that the ghost following Zhang Wei was in this building.

It was just invisible without a mirror.

Although he didn’t have a mirror in his hand, there was one in this building.

The Ghost Mirror!

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and took Zhang Wei back to the second floor.

He had speculated before why the mirror on the second floor didn’t reflect any images.

It wasn’t that it couldn’t reflect an image, but that the shadow had run away.

Now Yang Jian had to try to get that shadow back into the Ghost Mirror.

"Right, isn’t that the place where you pooped outside that one time?" On the second floor, suddenly, Yang Jian pointed to a small hole in a wall.

Through the direction of the hole, one could see a tall building.

"Yes, that’s right. Which pervert has such a scheming mind to peep on me from such a distance?" Zhang Wei said in shock and anger, feeling as if the whole world had seen him going to the toilet outdoors.

He felt no sense of privacy at all.

"That’s right, the mirror was originally placed here. When the door opened, the reflection from the glass of the distant building hit Zhang Wei, who was using the toilet, through the hole in this wall. That’s why the Ghost Mirror showed his image," Yang Jian said with a focused gaze.

He had been pondering the cause previously. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Now, some scattered clues had come together, allowing him to deduce the entire sequence of events.

But why did the ghost in the Ghost Mirror leave? If a ghost like Zhang Wei’s can leave, why didn’t the other ghosts in the Ghost Mirror?

That’s another question.

But that question wasn’t important to Yang Jian at the moment.

"Stand in front of this mirror," Yang Jian instructed.

"There’s actually a room like this here, isn’t it haunted?" Zhang Wei’s complexion changed, and he expressed his unease.

The only light came from the cell phone; the surroundings were dark and damp, with a musty smell.

This reminded him of the times back at No. 7 Middle School.

"Of course there’s a ghost. Why else would I bring you here? Stand in front of the mirror and don’t move," Yang Jian ordered.

An old mirror in the style of the Republic of China stood in front of Zhang Wei.

The mirror was as tall as a person and could reflect someone’s entire figure from head to toe, but it was only wide enough for one person’s shadow; there was no room for more.

The mirror was as pristine as ever, shining brilliantly.

However, when Zhang Wei stood in front of it, just like before with Yang Jian,

Zhang Wei’s shadow did not appear in the mirror.

"What’s going on?" Zhang Wei exclaimed in shock.

Yang Jian frowned and said, "Wait a little longer."

After a while,

suddenly, besides Zhang Wei, a pale arm appeared in a corner of the mirror.

The arm shook slightly, its movements stiff and unnatural, as if someone was slowly walking in from the direction of the door.

A chilling aura enveloped both of them.

Without a doubt,

the ghost had reappeared.

"Brother Tui?" Zhang Wei’s eyes widened as he looked toward the side.

"Don’t move; wait for it to come over. You’ve seen it before, what’s there to be afraid of?" Yang Jian said in a stern voice.