Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 547: The Man Kneeling on the Ground

Chapter 547: Chapter 544: The Man Kneeling on the Ground

Around eight in the evening, Yang Jian and Li Yao pulled up in front of a high-end residential complex and stopped the car.

The management of the complex was quite strict; outsiders could not enter without showing documents. After some effort and explanation to the skeptical security guard, they were reluctantly allowed to pass.

"You’re actually being so polite to a security guard, that’s really rare.” Li Yao was somewhat surprised by Yang Jian’s behavior, thinking it would be in his nature to just drive straight in.

Yang Jian replied coolly, “You must have some kind of misunderstanding about me. I don’t like to cause trouble.”

Don’t like to cause trouble?

...

Li Yao gave him a cynical look, clearly not convinced by his statement.

"Wait for me downstairs. I’ll go get some things and come back,” said Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said, “The less ordinary people know about certain things, the better. President Fei mingled the boundaries between ghost manipulators and ordinary people, which led to the situation he’s in now. You should take that as a warning.”

"Are you warning me, or are you concerned about me? I think you’re concerned about me, even though you won’t admit it, but I’m sure of it,” blinked Li Yao.

Yang Jian didn’t reply, but instead headed straight into the building.

Taking the elevator to the eleventh floor, he quickly arrived at the door of a room with the number 1101.

He didn’t have the key to the door, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

With just a casual push, the sturdy security door immediately collapsed to the ground with a bang, without even putting much effort into it.

He went into the room and turned on the light.

The place was empty, with no extra furniture and no signs of anyone having lived there—it all looked like it had just been recently renovated, and the air still had the smell of a new house.

Yang Jian entered one of the rooms.

This appeared to be a study.

Neatly placed on the bookshelf were stacks of folders, each labeled with a name. They must contain the personal files of fellow ghost manipulators, certainly more detailed than the information collected by Li Yao.

"Hmm?”

Yang Jian’s gaze shifted, and he suddenly noticed a glass box placed next to the bookshelf.

Inside the box was a doll made from old rags and black hair, which looked out of place in this environment. It was dirty and smelly, and it was puzzling why the owner would keep such an item in a reinforced glass box, prominently displayed.

"I didn’t expect this surprise discovery. This is one of those life-saving dolls that Shen Liang gave me, which can avoid ghost attacks. It’s really unexpected that President Fei, being an ordinary person, managed to get such an item. Although it’s valuable, it seems of no use to him, just a collector’s item.”

Yang Jian walked over and took the item directly.

While he already possessed a fair amount of resources, having more of these life-saving items was always better.

Despite the unexpected treasure, Yang Jian didn’t forget his main purpose and began to look through the files of these individuals.

Considering the time constraints, Yang Jian first picked out the files of He Tianxiong and Jang Shangbai. In addition, Fang Shiming, considered by Li Yao to be the most threatening, was also a focus of attention.

"Interesting fellow. Although a bit troublesome, killing him shouldn’t be too hard—after all, he only controls two ghosts,” Yang Jian soon said with a cold smile looking at the file on He Tianxiong.

President Fei’s file was indeed valuable, recording information about fierce ghosts.

After going through this file, Yang Jian picked up the file on Fang Shiming.

This character, who could match Ye Zhen evenly, interested him.

As soon as the folder was opened, a photo fell to the ground.

Yang Jian crouched down to pick it up and his expression immediately tensed when he saw it.

The object in the photo was a pair of scissors covered in rust, looking as if they had been dug out from the soil, with the handles wrapped in dense black hair, connected to scalp and covered with disgusting, black flesh.

"Ghost Scissors”

These three words were written next to the photo with a water-based pen.

"Why do people in my friends’ circle have this ghostly thing?” Yang Jian’s gaze was fixed on the photograph.

He instinctively felt that this object was similar in nature to the Coffin Nail and the Firewood Knife in the hands of the corpse at the Caesar Hotel; it was not a modern artifact but one of those bizarre relics from the Republic of China Period, and these things all possessed terribly powerful abilities.

Yang Jian had suspected that these objects were made by top spirit manipulators from the Republic of China Period using the power of fierce ghosts.

Of course, the possibility that these objects were ghosts themselves could not be ruled out.

"The photo and Fang Shiming’s files are together, which means there is a high possibility that this object was in Fang Shiming’s hands,” Yang Jian frowned and pondered, “So what is the ability of these Ghost Scissors?”

He flipped through the files but found that much of Fang Shiming’s information was missing.

There were just some speculations written down by President Fei.

"Confirmed to possess Ghost Scissors, suspected of having Ghost Domain, extremely dangerous

"It seems that even President Fei couldn’t gather information about this,” Yang Jian slowly closed the file, feeling an inexplicable shadow cast over his heart.

This shadow didn’t come from the incomplete information about Fang Shiming, but from the photograph of the Ghost Scissors.

While Yang Jian was reviewing the files.

Downstairs in the residential area, Li Yao was already getting impatient as she waited. She felt it was a very bad move for Yang Jian to leave such a beautiful woman like her out in the cold wind.

If it had been anyone else, Li Yao would have turned her head and left by now, not standing there like a fool.

But what could she do? It was Yang Jian she was waiting for, the man she deeply loved.

As Li Yao foolishly waited, suddenly she saw quite a few residents appear downstairs in the complex, and the security guards were rushing over to this side. These people seemed to be heading towards a particular spot, and within a short while, a crowd had gathered in one area.

"Hmm?”

Li Yao gave a soft exclamation, driven by curiosity to join the throng of onlookers.

No sooner had she arrived than she saw a female resident covering her mouth, turning around, and then bending over to vomit near the green space.

The sight that the crowd was gathering around seemed so disgusting that it was hard for people to stomach.

Li Yao had just walked over when she saw a young security guard trembling as he took out his phone, seemingly to call the police, his face pale with panic and fear spreading.

The onlookers were all silent, not saying a word, creating an oppressively heavy atmosphere.

When Li Yao found a gap and squeezed through, her complexion instantly changed.

There, on the side of the road, was a huge painting, discarded by someone unknown. But what was truly chilling was that half of a human corpse was protruding from the painting. The body was in a kneeling position with its arms, stiff and pale, clutching desperately at the frame of the painting. The legs were mutilated, with wounds that appeared to have been inflicted by scraping, and one particularly horrific laceration had torn open the thigh, revealing the white bone within.

It seemed these wounds had been inflicted in a frantic struggle before death.

But that was not the most important part. The most eerie thing was that the corpse’s head was missing.

The neck was tightly stuck to the painting without leaving any gap, as if the head had sunk into the painting. But behind the thin layer of the painting, there was nothing but an old wooden board.

"This, this is a supernatural event… related to the painting, could it be a haunted painting?” Li Yao’s mind buzzed, her body felt cold, and she began to shiver uncontrollably.

"This must be some kind of joke, a haunted painting appearing in the city center.”

Li Yao’s beautiful face was now terribly distorted with fright, and despite her horror, she involuntarily moved backward, wanting to get as far away from the dreadful painting as possible.

But the other onlookers hadn’t realized the terror behind this strange incident. Though the scene was horrifying, many with stronger stomachs still surrounded to look, and a few odd ones even took out their phones to take pictures. Of course, there were also those who were too scared and quickly dragged their friends to leave.

Just as Li Yao was retreating and about to turn and flee.

But then, to her eyes, the body lying before the painting suddenly moved, and it seemed to come to life and began to slowly rise.

In an instant.

Li Yao’s fear reached its peak, as an assistant at Ping’an Tower, she knew about supernatural events and was not like those ignorant and fearless residents.

"Ahh!”

A scream erupted from her mouth as she shouted hoarsely, “Yang Jian~!”