Mysterious Revival

"Speaking of this bottle, no, it should be called a soul bottle. To speak of this soul bottle, it all started with a friend I knew, about three days ago..."

Wan Delu sat on the sofa, was silent for a good while, organized his thoughts, and calmed his emotions before he began to talk about the origins of that special bottle.

Yang Jian sat calmly on the side, listening.

But he soon thought of something, waved his hand, and said, "Wait a minute, I almost forgot something."

Wan Delu was startled and looked at him.

At this moment, Yang Jian's ghost eye eerily opened and swept over the entire presidential suite. When his ghost eye closed, a pile of various electronic components had appeared on the coffee table in front of him.@@novelbin@@

"Earlier, Liu Xiaoyu did remind me that even the computers at my home could be hacked, let alone now that I've come to J City and been arranged to rest in a special place. Some methods of surveillance are inevitable. Speaking here, I guess there are hardly any secrets at all."

He shook his head slightly.

These surveillance devices were hidden in particularly secret places, completely undetectable unless scanned by the Ghost Domain.

"These are listening devices?" Wan Delu's eyes widened, "This is too much."

"Let's not talk about that, continue with your story," Yang Jian said.

Wan Delu nodded and carefully recounted his experience from three days prior.

The specifics weren't too complicated; it was because he had become fascinated with antique collecting in recent years, so he had gotten to know a friend who dealt in antiques.

Three days ago, Wan Delu and his friend went to Antique Street in a town because his friend had heard that a batch of genuine and rare antiques had suddenly appeared on the street. This piqued his interest, prompting him to specifically go there to make purchases.

"So you're saying you bought this thing at an Antique Street?" Yang Jian pointed at the bottle.

"Yes, that's right. I spent thirty thousand on this bottle, and other antiques were even more expensive, some one hundred thousand, some two hundred thousand..." Wan Delu nodded.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, "Can you find out the origin of this bottle? I need to know its specific history before it was sold."

"Actually, I had my friend inquire about it. According to a store owner on Antique Street, the batch of antiques came from a nearby village. It seems a villager found a trove of antiques buried beneath their ancestral home during demolition and sold them at the town's Antique Street due to a need for money."

"My friend and I went later and missed the best opportunity to buy. We could only purchase at a higher price from those who had already acquired them."

Yang Jian tapped the coffee table and said, "I need information about that batch of antiques, especially bottles, jars, and the like with lids. If any, have your friend purchase all of them; money is not an issue."

"No need for Brother Tui to spend on such a small amount. I'll call my friend to make another trip and buy all the antiques that meet the criteria on Antique Street." Wan Delu patted his chest, a confident smile on his face.

As the CEO of a listed company, he certainly had the funds.

Besides, it wasn't a matter of being stingy with money now. If this matter wasn't resolved, he feared his life might be on the line.

"After finding the antiques, you don't need to bring them to me. Smash them immediately without opening the lids."

Yang Jian pointed at the bottle beside him and said, "If there's a layer of Gold inside, then it's what I'm looking for. These special bottles are one of a kind, easy to identify, and you know what's inside."

"Understood, understood," Wan Delu couldn't help the cold sweat that broke out on his forehead.

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Just one soul bottle had caused such a stir; if there were more of these bottles, the town might face a serious problem.

Heaven knows what would happen if a few clueless people opened the bottles and released the ghosts inside.

Immediately, he picked up the phone to urgently contact his antique friend.

"From this situation, it seems they are ghosts that were once confined by a ghost manipulating practitioner and have now been dug up by some ignorant folks, only to be sold as antiques. How dramatic, the original practitioner must have anticipated this, which is why he hid a Gold-made bottle inside a pottery one."

"Thinking this unremarkable bottle wouldn't attract attention, not expecting that it would still be dug up and sold by future generations."

Yang Jian slightly shook his head, feeling that the original practitioner hadn't thought far enough ahead.

But they couldn't be blamed, being able to do this much was already commendable.

If it were Yang Jian himself, if he were to die now, the ghosts he kept on the fifth floor of his house might also be discovered.

Could he blame his current self for not dealing with them?

No.

Because the death of a ghost manipulating practitioner could be sudden, and no one could prepare for their own demise in advance. Being able to hide these dangerous items in an underground chamber was already quite good.

As for those practitioners who could calmly prepare for their own passing, there was only one kind.

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It was the existence at the pinnacle who had overcome the resurgence of fierce ghosts and had walked the path of controlling them for a long time.

"So it seems, the creator of this Soul Bottle and the owner of the Republic Era Ancient House in the Guanjiang Residential Complex must have been from the same era, and judging from these arrangements, the level of terror of the ancient house's owner must far exceed that of the Soul Bottle's owner."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

The reason he made this judgment was because one could deduce as much from what both parties had left behind.

The owner of the Soul Bottle had only trapped the ghost in a bottle made of gold, a method similar to what Yang Jian was doing now and consistent with mainstream practices.

But the owner of that Republic Era Ancient House seemed to have trapped the ghosts inside the Ghost Mirror.

Previously, Yang Jian had suspected that the ancient house owner left behind the Ghost Mirror and the Ghost Cabinet, so why hadn't they left behind any other imprisoned ghosts?

Now, Yang Jian was more convinced than ever.

That ancient house owner must have closed the ghosts inside the Ghost Mirror.

Using ghosts to constrain ghosts.

This method was obviously more skillful.

Thinking of the densely packed ghosts inside that Ghost Mirror, Yang Jian felt a chill run down his spine.

If that was indeed the case, one could only imagine how terrifying the owner of that ancient house must have been.

However, Yang Jian then felt an inexplicable bitterness.

Such a top figure had in the end left behind nothing more than a dilapidated ancient house and deemed it necessary to prepare three rooms for future generations to hold the Ghost Mirror and the Ghost Cabinet... to cope with the possibility of fierce ghosts rising again.

It showed that even the most superior ghost controllers ultimately fell before ghosts.

At this thought, Yang Jian couldn't help but foresee his own eventual fate.

Exactly like it is now.

The instincts of the fierce ghosts had already begun to influence his own thinking, and if this situation didn't improve, although he wouldn't die from the resurgence of ghosts, his thoughts would succumb to the instincts of the fierce ghosts.

Without thought, was he still himself?

He would be nothing but a fierce ghost walking in the city.

At that moment, Wan Delu was on the phone with his friend, shouting loudly, "I don't care what method you use, or how much money you have to spend, but you must purchase all the antiques that meet the criteria on that street, remember all of them, and especially find out which village's ancestral home is being demolished."

"Especially the antiques from that ancient house, they are the priority for acquisition, whether it costs a million, ten million, or even a hundred million. You have to get them for me."

"Exaggerating? Not at all. My life hangs on those bottles and jars now. If we can't find them, I'm done for. Don't worry, I won't shortchange you if you take care of this."

"And one more thing, remember, don't open those bottles. Once found, store them well; I will have someone over to collect them."

"That's all, I'm hanging up now. What? I wasn't kidnapped. I'm doing fine in J city. Remember, don't open those bottles, no reason, unless you want to die."

Wan Delu reiterated his concerns over and over before finally hanging up the phone.

"Brother Tui, I've made the arrangements. We should see some results in about ten days or so."

"Very good," Yang Jian nodded. "You'll be safe after this is taken care of."

He didn't want to achieve his goals through the headquarters' channels, otherwise he wouldn't need to make any purchases; he could just blockade the street and conduct a door-to-door search. Finding the source wouldn't be difficult.

"That's as it should be, after all, I owe it to Brother Tui for the brave rescue," Wan Delu said with a sheepish laugh.

Yang Jian added, "You can move around in J city for now, but you are not allowed to leave. The rules must still be observed. Don't even think about running away. Otherwise, not only will Chen Yi not let you off the hook, but I won't either."

"Understood, understood," Wan Delu hurriedly nodded.

He didn't dare run away.

If he fled, he would likely become a national fugitive, and being caught would mean certain execution.

"Let's end things here for today. I'm going to rest now. You can do as you please," Yang Jian said as he stood up, ready to return to his room to rest.

Although he didn't need sleep to stay awake for long periods, considering the busy time to come, it was better to have some rest to keep up his energy.

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