Mysterious Awakening

Suburbs of J City.

A dozen special vehicles stopped in front of the gates of a special training base.

Starting now, Yang Jian and others were to spend at least seven days training here. Even though he had become the person in charge of Dachang City, it seemed that the headquarters' rules were not so easily broken.

"Take it as a few days of rest," he told himself as he got out of the car and also reminded Zhang Lei, "You'd better keep the matter of the Coffin Nail secret. Although it doesn't bother me, the news could bring you some trouble."

In the previous car ride, the two had seemingly unearthed some obscure secrets because of the Coffin Nail.

It was uncertain whether this was good or bad, so it was better to keep it hidden.

"I understand, speaking about it brings no benefits, only potential troubles," Zhang Lei said stiffly, nodding his head.

The value of something capable of resolving an S-rank paranormal event was easily imaginable.

If Zhang Lei mentioned that he had seen such an item, others might frantically dig into his secrets, and no one would believe him even if he claimed ignorance.

"Yang Jian, how was your rest these past few days? Didn't you go out for a walk, travel a bit? J City still has some nice places for sightseeing," Shen Liang said with a smile as soon as Yang Jian got out of the car, seemingly having been waiting there for a while.

"Are you always this free, Team Leader Shen? How come I run into you everywhere?" Yang Jian asked.

Shen Liang said with a smile, "I took some time out from my busy schedule to come here, after all, I need to keep the promise I made last time. Come with me, I'll take you to meet someone, and then I'll bring you back to the training base."

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jian knew who Shen Liang was taking him to meet.

Wang Xiaoming.

"Now?"

"Or did you want to wait a few more years? Professor Wang isn't someone you can meet anytime you please, especially not for a private audience," Shen Liang said.

"Alright," although Yang Jian felt that the timing was not right, he indeed needed to meet this Wang Xiaoming.

"Zhang Lei, I'll go ahead first, see you later."

With a greeting, Yang Jian picked up his luggage and left with Shen Liang.

The place to meet Wang Xiaoming was not far.

Near the training base, there was a building that looked like a reception center for special guests.

The vehicles stopped in front of the building, and Yang Jian saw several exclusive vehicles had already arrived there first.

"Professor Wang is in the back. He's only seeing you this time, go by yourself," Shen Liang said as he got out of the car, pointing towards an open space behind the building.

On that open space, a temporary sunshade was set up, with a few chairs and a table under it. A young man around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, clad in a white coat, sat there with a straight back, slightly lifting his head to look at the distant blue sky, seeming to be lost in thought or perhaps contemplating something.

In the distance, numerous security personnel were on alert, and the special forces leader, Li Jun, even stood at the top of the building, keeping an eye on any situation that might arise. 𝙍âƝȮᛒÈṥ

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly as he strode over.

As he approached, the sound of his footsteps caught Wang Xiaoming's attention. He slowly shifted his gaze, slightly lowering his head to look at Yang Jian. Explore more at

"Shen Liang mentioned you wanted to see me?" Wang Xiaoming's voice was neither cold nor warm, displaying an extraordinary calmness.

Yang Jian glanced around, "It seems you also wanted to see me, otherwise you wouldn't have set up such a grand arrangement here waiting for me."

"Have a seat. There are indeed some matters we need to discuss," Wang Xiaoming gestured with his hand.

Yang Jian sat down without any courtesy.

However, just as he sat down, Wang Xiaoming abruptly said, "Given the time, your body should be starting to malfunction."

At those words, Yang Jian's complexion immediately tensed, and he almost stood up again.

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Jian said in a deep voice.

"It's not hard to guess that your Resurrection was kafkaesque and not perfect. I knew your condition the first time you came back online. The human body's functions are often fragile, and once there are problems, they tend to worsen. So, I think from the end of the incident in Dachang City until now, your physical limits are about to be reached."

Wang Xiaoming's voice was very slow, his articulation exceptionally clear, "You're not the only ghostbuster whose body has encountered problems. Many people have similar conditions, but you insisted on seeing me; this indicates that the deterioration of your body has brought upon you some greater impacts."

"Such as... the agitation of the ghost's resurrection."

"So, you want me to help you resolve this problem?"

Yang Jian said, "I am merely trying any possible avenue to resolve the issue as soon as possible."

"So to speak, my existence is just one of your options, and you believe this option is the easiest, which is why you have come to me," Wang Xiaoming watched him and said, "Then what's the other option? Or should I say, it's no longer worth relying on?"

"You're trying to fish for information," Yang Jian's facial expression changed slightly.

These highly intelligent individuals always manage to extract useful information from your words, bold conjectures, and subtle probing allow them to ascertain much of your information.

When chatting with such people, many of your secrets are no secrets at all.

"Maybe we should both be more sincere, after all, none of us can guarantee that we'll be able to sit together and chat like this again," Wang Xiaoming said, "Hiding some information can only be detrimental to you."

"Then tell me now, who is it?"

This question was very sly.

It? Who is it.

Wang Xiaoming didn't actually know what this "it" was, but he seemed to have confirmed the existence of an unknown entity beside Yang Jian, speaking with such conviction. This would give Yang Jian the wrong impression that Wang Xiaoming already knew half of his secrets.

Once half of a secret is known, it's no longer a secret; the rest of the secrets you would readily reveal.

In fact, Wang Xiaoming's "it" was a complete guess.

This was a trap to lure Yang Jian into a mistake.

As long as Yang Jian didn't outright deny "its" existence in his response, Wang Xiaoming could be sure that his assumption was correct.

"What benefit is there for me in speaking out?" Yang Jian asked calmly.

No denial?

Wang Xiaoming's gaze remained calm, and he said, "Speaking out is not harmful to you either. An anomaly exists beside you, making you feel uneasy because you do not know if it is helping or hurting you. Yet, strangely enough, it possesses unbelievably vast information. That time you attempted suicide by hanging in front of the mirror and mysteriously resurrected, all this must have been its idea."

"Have you considered, what could be its purpose in doing so? Or rather, why, knowing that you wouldn't be perfectly resurrected, would it still set up this terrifying game for you?"

Yang Jian's gaze flickered, but he remained silent.

"So, you've been used, although you're very careful. But the moment you attempted to hang yourself, you were already being used. An incomplete plan, a flawed resurrection, would lead you step by step into the trap it set for you. However, I'm glad you've come to me," Wang Xiaoming said, with a change of tone and a hint of a smile.

"Your coming to me indicates that you've become wary of it, perhaps even sensing a crisis, so you seek my help. For a ghostbuster, simply surviving can be quite an accomplishment sometimes; you really can't be too choosy."@@novelbin@@

"But you cannot continue like this because with each plan, you grow stronger. It will not allow you to go on like this; hence, the deterioration of your body is a signal. Once you seek a solution from it, I'm sure that the plan will fail."

Yang Jian's expression changed, and then he said, "I didn't come to discuss this with you."

Wang Xiaoming didn't continue further but instead said, "Indeed, I do have a solution for the physical deterioration here. If you want your body to be unaffected by the malevolent ghost, it's very simple, transform your body into a ghost. Hmm, this aligns with the direction of my previous experiments. I realized long ago that ghostbusters would end up this way, so I've been planning for it."

"To accomplish this step, the Ghost Coffin is needed. Now you understand why I would go to all lengths to obtain the Ghost Coffin," he explained.

Ghost Coffin.

Yang Jian was no stranger to it, having personally retrieved it from Huanggang Village at the cost of many lives.

But before he could open his mouth to negotiate with Wang Xiaoming on how to transform into a ghost, Wang Xiaoming straightforwardly said, "However, the experiment failed."

"What do you mean?" Yang Jian furrowed his brows.

"Just what it sounds like; transforming people into ghosts cannot succeed," Wang Xiaoming spread his hands, his expression somewhat regretful.

"Why is that?" Yang Jian asked.

"In a way, it's not necessarily a failure; it mainly depends on how you define the concept of 'human,'" Wang Xiaoming said.