Mysterious Revival

"How come it took you so long to come back? Is there really a ghost in that house?"

On the way back in the car, Jiang Yan leaned close to Yang Jian and asked cautiously, "If there really is a problem, won’t living here be very dangerous?"

"Living at your place is even more dangerous. There are more ghosts in the city center; this place has fewer by comparison," Yang Jian said, looking at the Ghost Mirror in his hand. "Now that the world is facing a full-blown spiritual eruption, nowhere is safe if you think about it."

"To be completely safe, you have to rely on a ghost master to firmly guard an area. Only then can you consider it safe."

Having said that, he looked over the neighborhood: "The environment, location, and traffic here all meet my requirements. Most importantly, the surrounding area is undeveloped wasteland with few people and a small chance of triggering supernatural events. Plus, I’m a local from Dachang City, why would I leave my hometown to live in another province?"

"There are supernatural events in other provinces too, going there might not be a good thing either."

Yang Jian couldn’t deny that, as a large city, Dachang City did have relatively more supernatural events. Indeed, smaller cities with fewer people would be more suitable for settling down.

But he was a local and had lived here all his life. Unless there was a special reason, he didn’t want to leave his homeland. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Starting tomorrow, you need to go to work for me." Suddenly, Yang Jian said.

"What do you need me to buy now?" Jiang Yan’s eyes lit up, somewhat excited.

Her current task was to be in charge of spending money, and it was big spending at that, which was very much in line with her expertise. No matter how much money there was, she could calculate precisely and spend it reasonably.

Yang Jian said, "You wish. Starting tomorrow, you will work at President Zhang’s sales office. I own 40% of this neighborhood; you need to help me manage that money."

At these words,

Jiang Yan’s eyes widened: "What, you own half of the neighborhood?"

"Of course, why else would I move here to live?" Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan quickly did some mental calculations in her head. If Yang Jian owned 40% of the entire neighborhood, then that would amount to at least several billion in assets.

We’ve struck it rich~!

Her face flushed with excitement, she hugged Yang Jian and kissed him several times: "You’re amazing, we’ve made a fortune."

Jiang Yan had witnessed Yang Jian go from having nothing to becoming immensely wealthy.

In just over a month.

The speed of making money was simply unbeatable.

"Don’t get so affectionate, and I need to correct you, it’s me who has made money, not you," Yang Jian said, placing a hand on her cheek to push her away.

Jiang Yan held onto Yang Jian’s arm, refusing to let go: "Don’t be so stingy, isn’t what’s yours mine too?"

"Hmm?" Yang Jian looked at her.

Jiang Yan hastily corrected herself: "What’s mine is yours."

"That’s more like it," he said, nodding his head. "You’ll start work tomorrow. I believe President Zhang will have the details sorted out. President Zhang, this Jiang Yan is a professional accountant. You won’t have any objections to her working in your sales office starting tomorrow, right?"

Zhang Xiangu, seated in front of the car, chuckled: "Having Brother Tui send over an accountant is the best. It’ll make some of the accounts easier to handle."

He had thought Yang Jian would be the kind to only care about collecting money without managing anything.

Now it seemed he wasn’t that naïve; the woman he thought was just a kept woman turned out to be an accountant—quite unexpected indeed.

To this, Zhang Xiangu didn’t find anything amiss.

On the contrary, he rather admired Yang Jian’s way of doing things, being thorough and not someone to act recklessly without consideration.

Zhang Wei, that lad, had made a good friend in this lifetime.

Zhang Xiangu didn’t care about Yang Jian’s wealth, only his abilities. He himself had money but was just lacking a capable person to lead the lad in the future, so he could rest easy.

Time flew by.

Soon, three days had passed.

These days, Yang Jian stayed in his villa without going out, simply restocking on some special tools.

Such as the nearly used up special bullets, body bags, and some miscellaneous small items like gold leaf, melting tools for gold, handy for crafting certain things.

All in all, he spent nearly sixty million.

After that, he stocked up on some furniture, bought a few pickups, and reserved some living supplies. In the end, Yang Jian was left with just over thirty million in funds.

He was about to become penniless once again.

Fortunately, Jiang Yan had already started working at Zhang Xiangu’s new sales office, so there was no need to worry about finances anymore.

In the past few days, that ancient mansion from the Republic of China Period was undergoing around-the-clock renovation, personally overseen by Zhang Xiangu, ensuring quality and adherence to certain taboos so Yang Jian did not have to worry.

It was believed that the repairs could be finished within ten days, and around the house, foundations were already being laid to prepare for building a temple to conceal the ancient mansion.

Of course, none of this was Yang Jian’s concern.

The three days of waiting were not a meaningless waste, at least he could be sure that the ghost inside the Ghost Mirror truly couldn’t leave. No matter where Zhang Wei was, the ghost inside the mirror did not follow him.

His earlier guess was correct.

The Ghost Mirror was most taboo against being reflected by another mirror, otherwise, the ghost within would transfer out along with the other mirror.

Early this morning.

Yang Jian got up.

As usual, he had barely slept the entire night, just dozing off occasionally but waking up soon after.

Because he had to remain somewhat alert, vigilant of the Ghost Shadow beneath his feet that could go out of control at any moment.

The control over the second ghost was still immature, flawed.

It merely delayed the ghost’s revival, the crisis was still present.

However, long nights of staying awake and sleeplessness did not affect Yang Jian’s spirit. If he weren’t feeling tired and in need of some rest, he could live a normal life without sleep for a full 24 hours, as if he suffered from insomnia.

Speaking of insomnia, Yang Jian had done some research online. In the past, there were people abroad who had this condition, able to stay awake day and night, and miraculously, this state did not affect the patients’ daily lives or work.

Looking at it now, the so-called patients were very likely ghost controllers from abroad.

It’s just that some organizations released information that was frivolous and misleading to obscure the truth.

When people focused on the insomnia, they ignored the existence of ghost controllers.

The fifth floor of the manor villa.

After the renovation, this place had been left vacant without any use.

But in one of the rooms, the Ghost Mirror brought from the ancient mansion was placed right there.

In order to prevent the stand from rotting and breaking, Yang Jian had already replaced it with a new stand for the Ghost Mirror, and also covered it with a thick black cloth. The previous worn oilcloth had almost deteriorated to the point of being unusable.

And on the walls around the room, instead of being reflective, a worker hired by Yang Jian had painted them all black, including the windows.

Therefore, the room appeared very dim, pitch-black, and somewhat oppressive.

But the darkness wasn’t an issue; on the contrary, for the placement of the Ghost Mirror, it was safer.

"Tell me, what exactly is this Ghost Mirror? And what about the two remaining rooms in that ancient mansion? You must know, right?"

Yang Jian sat in a chair in the room and took out a long-sealed piece of human skin paper from a gold box.

With too many questions in mind and after long contemplation, he decided to ask the mysterious piece of human skin paper.

Yang Jian knew that this thing knew far more than he could imagine.

Due to its uncontrollable nature and eerie existence, since the end of the Huang’an Gang event, he had completely sealed it in a gold container, not intending to use it lightly.

However, the existence of the three rooms in the ancient mansion made him vaguely uneasy, so he wanted to get to the bottom of it and knew the whole story.

The human skin paper remained as normal-looking as ever, showing no changes despite having consumed a ghost in Huanggang Village, which was good news.

Soon, a line of writing emerged on the human skin paper.

"Three days ago, chasing the ghost beside Zhang Wei, I came to an old mansion from the Republic of China Period, where everything screamed of the strange, and I could feel it was different from other places... I went to the second floor and saw three rooms, which made me very wary."

"In the third room, I found a mirror, which I call the Ghost Mirror."

The writing ended there.

Yang’s Jian face darkened.

Wasn’t this stating the obvious?

All this information was already known to him; he didn’t need it spelled out.

It seemed that after satisfying its demands last time, it now showed a reluctance to work, unwilling to reveal any key and useful information.