Chapter 35: Yang Jian is alive!!

Dachangshi, inside a Republican-era ancient house.

A corpse knelt before the Ghost Mirror, its head deeply buried in the mirror, its body covered in livor mortis, appearing to have been dead for a long time.

Suddenly, the corpse's finger twitched slightly……

"Where, where is this? Yeah, Dachangshi, a starving ghost."

Yang Jian first looked around dazedly, then his memory returned.

"I don't know, how is Dachangshi now? I hope Chen Shoushan and the others are still alive."

Yang Jian worriedly thought, he tried to sit up and crawl, but since most of his body had already rotted, he couldn't stand steady and fell again, yet Yang Jian quickly adapted.

He hurriedly pushed open the ancient house's main door; Yang Jian had already braced himself for Dachangshi's complete fall, but the moment he pushed it open, Yang Jian froze.

The sun in the sky was emitting gentle sunlight, shining on Yang Jian's body.

"What a joke!"

Yang Jian said somewhat incredulously, "The Starving Ghost Incident was actually resolved? Then didn't he die for nothing?"

"Yes, ask Liu Xiao Yu."

Yang Jian subconsciously thought of Headquarters, and hastily opened his satellite phone.

"Hey? Yang Jian! You finally have news, Supervisor Zhao! Yang Jian has been found."

From the other end of the phone came Liu Xiao Yu's delighted voice.

Soon the phone was taken over by Zhao Jian Guo: "Yang Jian! Congratulations on resolving Dachangshi's Starving Ghost Incident! You are Dachangshi's hero! Headquarters' hero! What? Okay, then you rest well!"

The phone hung up.

"???"

Yang Jian felt a bit dazed; what's the situation? Was the Starving Ghost Incident in Dachangshi resolved, or did I cause it? How does he not know himself?

Just then, the phone suddenly rang again.

"Hey, Yang Jian? I'm Cao Yan Hua."

Yang Jian also realized at this moment; just now Zhao Jian Guo's manner clearly showed he was afraid I'd say something and leak, so he hastily hung up; now Cao Yan Hua hurriedly calls back—this is clearly him rushing to get me to give a statement.

"Cao Yan Hua! Do you want me to come out and block a blade?"

Yang Jian said in an unfriendly tone.

"What block or not block a blade? It's about making you a hero! Headquarters now needs a young hero like you."

Cao Yan Hua said helplessly.

"Hehe, why don't you come be this hero? An elderly hero is even more admirable."

Yang Jian opened his mouth to mock, "Do you really think I'm stupid? Just a few words and you want me in the spotlight?"

"Yang Jian, rest assured Headquarters won't let you do this for nothing; we can let you become exactly the person in charge of Dachangshi, and also nominate you for the Captain Plan."

Seeing Yang Jian was the type who needs to see a rabbit before releasing a hawk, Cao Yan Hua hurriedly tried to persuade him again.

"Captain Plan?"

Yang Jian asked.

Cao Yan Hua then told him the benefits of becoming captain: gold, Ghost Candles, etc., which could be used freely.

Hearing this, Yang Jian felt a bit tempted; after all, it's just bearing an empty title, but these benefits are real.

Cao Yan Hua then became even more indifferent; Dachangshi was originally Yang Jian's after Zhao Kai Ming's death, and the so-called Captain Plan merely gave Yang Jian a chance to participate; whether it succeeds or not is still up to Cao Yan Hua to decide.

Moreover, the Ghost Master who resolved an S‑level incident becomes a candidate for the Captain Plan, which also matches the merits and won't raise suspicion.

"I also want ten Ghost Candles."

Yang Jian thought about it and then spoke with a lion's open mouth, knowing it's unlikely, but trying won't hurt.

"Impossible, at most one Ghost Candle, and it has to be white!"

Cao Yan Hua firmly refused; this is real strategic material, how could it just be given to Yang Jian like that?

"Okay!"

Yang Jian firmly agreed; getting one is better than none, and anyway it doesn't cost money.

"Okay, and you must not leak any information about Chen Shoushan."

Cao Yan Hua added.

"Sure."

As for Yang Jian, he didn't haggle and directly agreed.

After hanging up with Cao Yan Hua, Yang Jian drove back to his residential community.

Just after returning to the community, he saw a group of people carrying a coffin out, the leader being Wang Bin, who is also Wang Shanshan's father.

"Uncle Wang? What happened?"

Yang Jian stopped the car and asked.

Seeing Yang Jian, Wang Bin forced a smile: "Yang Jian, as long as you're okay... it's just, just that Shanshan has left."

After Wang Bin finished speaking, he could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down again.

Yang Jian furrowed his brow, thought a moment, and said: "Open the coffin, let me take a look."

If Yang Jian's words were spoken in the past, they would be considered grossly improper—who would ask to open a coffin on the way to the funeral?

But Wang Bin, having also experienced the Starving Ghost Incident, naturally understands that there are still some supernatural forces in the world.

"Okay, okay, hurry, open it."

Wang Bin clung to the last sliver of hope and had people open the coffin.

Speaking of which, it's also a coincidence: because the Starving Ghost Incident ended quickly, Wang Bin didn't have Wang Shanshan cremated on the spot; instead he spent a lot of money hiring people to hold a funeral, hoping Wang Shanshan's departure would be glorious.

As the coffin opened, one could see a girl in a white dress lying inside; the girl was exquisitely featured, except her skin was an eerie gray‑white.

Yang Jian stood and looked at Wang Shanshan for a while, then reached in and touched her nape, where he had left the Ghost Slave Mark he gave to Wang Shanshan.

At the instant he touched the Ghost Slave Seal, the ghost eye on Yang Jian's palm suddenly opened, and simultaneously a red light flashed.

The next moment, Wang Shanshan's eyes opened, she looked around at everything, seeming not to care in the slightest; even though her father Wang Bin stood to the side, she didn't even glance at him.

She merely stared silently at Yang Jian and said, "You aren't dead, are you?"

As a ghost slave, she could certainly feel it; Yang Jian had already been dead for several days.

"Hmm, but I've come back to life."

Yang Jian said lightly.

"Shanshan! Shanshan! You've come back to life!!"

Wang Bin came running, crawling and stumbling, embraced Wang Shanshan, and cried out loudly.

The others lacked such composure; they desperately shouted "Fake corpse!" and then scattered and fled, leaving only Yang Jian, Wang Shanshan, and Wang Bin.

"Yang Jian, Uncle will kneel to you, thank you for saving Shanshan!"

Wang Bin was about to kneel as he spoke, but Yang Jian merely gave a slight pull, and he couldn't kneel no matter what; after subduing the headless ghost apparition, Yang Jian's strength was already comparable to Chen Shoushan's.

"No need for that; you and Wang Shanshan hurry home."

After stopping Wang Bin, Yang Jian returned to the car and drove away.

Only Wang Shanshan stood there, expressionless, watching the direction Yang Jian had gone.

Wang Bin looked at his expressionless daughter before him, his heart aching immensely; formerly Wang Shanshan was a girl who loved to laugh, but now… sigh, it's all his inadequacy as a father.

"Shanshan, shall we go home?"

Wang Bin asked cautiously.

Wang Shanshan only nodded after she could no longer see Yang Jian's car.

At that moment, Yang Jian finally returned to his villa; as soon as he parked, Jiang Yan flung herself onto him.

"Wuu wuu wuu, waa waa waa, you've finally come back!"

Jiang Yan lay in Yang Jian's arms, wailing loudly.

But just as Yang Jian was about to speak, he saw Zhang Liqin standing behind Jiang Yan, looking at him worriedly.

"Alright, alright, let's go home first before crying; by the way, is Chen Shoushan next door still here?"

Yang Jian said helplessly.

"He's gone; he left the day the gloom over Dachangshi dissipated, and he even returned the box you took out that day."

Zhang Liqin replied immediately.

All at once, Jiang Yan stopped crying. Damn, this is my line! You flirtatious woman! Did Yang Jian ask you?

Yang Jian didn't think much of it, nodded, and indicated he understood.

Back in the hall, Jiang Yan immediately handed the box to Yang Jian as if seeking credit.

Yang Jian took the box and glanced at it; he found no trace of it having been opened, for the box was welded shut—if it were opened, it would surely leave a mark.

(End of chapter)