Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian listened to what Zhang Lei said and, coupled with some of the content of Professor Bai's lecture, roughly understood the intentions of the headquarters.

The emergence of supernatural events was itself abnormal, but as these events continued to occur and more and more people became aware of the existence of ghosts, a reasonable explanation was needed for the entire nation, and even the global community, to alleviate most of their fears. If not to completely overcome the fear, at least to reduce it.

Therefore, a set of arguments that everyone could trust and that had no flaws was needed.

Only in this way would the terror and strangeness of supernatural events be obscured, and the basic global order not collapse.

But to construct a set of lies that everyone could believe, which was undoubtedly a challenge, one could only search from the past, because all people believe in history. Top scholars like Professor Bai aimed to extract portions of this history, then piece them together to form a whole new narrative.

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Perhaps this narrative would not withstand close scrutiny and consideration, but as long as the propaganda was sufficient, the vast majority of people would come to believe it.

Yang Jian tried to trace back to the past in search of answers but failed, because the answers only existed in the future. As the resurgence of Evil Ghosts continued, the truth would emerge, one revelation at a time, just as today he had learned the truth about the Coffin Nail. Sooner or later, he would understand the truth about ghosts as well. However, he was still quite interested in Professor Bai's unconventional discourse.

Professor Bai continued to lecture from the podium, "Looking at the history of the globe, the term 'ghost' has almost always existed alongside the history of human development. It's just that the name differs slightly in the literature and historical records of various countries. This entity can be called a ghost, a spirit, or an evil spirit, among other such names."

"Of course, the name is not important, is it?"

"And our country's history provides much more detailed accounts of ghosts. No matter the dynasty, the official history, unofficial history, or even folk tales, the occurrence of the word 'ghost' is unavoidable. This shows that there is a historical basis for these beings, and they are not unfounded myths or fabrications."

"You are simply talking nonsense. The ghosts in stories are not the same kind we encounter. The books say ghosts are afraid of Daoist priests and Peach Wood Swords, but do you think the things we encounter would be afraid of that? Why don't you have a Daoist priest stab me with a Peach Wood Sword to try? If he can't kill me, then I'll kill him and see who dies first."

One person, feeling their intelligence insulted by the lecture, stood up in annoyance and said.

Twisting horrific supernatural events into such interpretations, what then were they themselves?

Were they nothing more than worthless, less substantial than even a piece of wood?

"You may sit down. This is merely my personal opinion; you don't have to take it seriously. I am simply expressing my point of view, and I hope you'll continue to listen patiently," said Professor Bai, who did not take offense but simply beckoned the person to sit down.

Yang Jian's expression remained calm; he thought that person was too hot-tempered, very unsteady.

This lecture was clearly designed to eliminate most people's fear of ghosts, uncovering the identity of ghosts from a historical and literary perspective, rendering the unknown fear less frightening.

Treat this class as a session for psychological comfort; there's no need to get agitated over this.

Professor Bai continued the lecture, starting from the origins of human history, addressing stories of the supernatural from various dynasties, all of which were clearly recorded and could be researched—they were deliberately chosen as material.

Some people were skeptical, some were drowsy and close to sleeping, while others simply played with their phones.

If this group were a class of students, they could all be labeled underachievers—not a single one would pass if there were a test.

"Oh yes, speaking of the current profession of international ghost tamers, this too is something that can withstand historical scrutiny. It is an occupation that has existed since ancient times, not a mere fabrication. It's just that the name varied with the times, so everyone's understanding is also different. The things you believe don't exist often reveal themselves when you follow the footsteps of history to discover a hint of evidence," said Professor Bai.

Picking up a piece of chalk, Professor Bai turned and began to write on the board while speaking, "The duty of international ghost tamers is to manage the supernatural events of a city, protecting the city's residents from harm by Evil Ghosts. This position actually appeared in ancient times too, it's just that it wasn't called 'international ghost tamers' back then. At that time, they were called... City Gods."

"The duty of the City God is to capture Evil Ghosts and protect the people, isn't that very similar to your nature?"

Professor Bai turned around, the two vigorous characters on the blackboard behind him were sharp and eye-catching: City God.

Upon seeing the word, Yang Jian's brows knitted slightly.

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International ghost hunters... City God.

The two indeed had much in common, almost as if they were products of different eras with essentially the same nature.

"You've brought up the City God, why not invite the Tathagata Buddha to catch ghosts instead? We wouldn't need these ghost hunters then. Just burn some incense and kowtow a few times in a temple, and the supernatural incidents would be resolved."

The man who had just sat down flared up with annoyance. "How dare you bring up such heretical nonsense to lecture us?"

Professor Bai did not get angry; he just smiled.

"Hey, can you keep it down a bit? Don't fart around, farting around," Zhang Lei said, his face stiff as he turned and warned the man.

"Did I speak to you? Or could it be that you also agree with this heretical nonsense? Do you burn incense and pray to the gods and Buddhas for protection when you go on a mission?" The man snorted coldly, "We all know very well what we're actually facing. Bringing up this stuff is an insult to me."

"I survived through sheer difficulty, facing such terrifying things to get where I am now, and it wasn't by the grace of gods or Buddhas."

"No one is forcing you to accept any of this. I just hope you could show a little respect for Professor Bai and others. This is a training base, not some street market outside; don't just curse at people, no one here caters to your temper," Zhang Lei said in a stern voice.

"Alright, alright, let's all calm down. It's not a big deal. Let's just treat it as a story. No need to argue. If my lecture is wrong, it's normal to curse a bit since misleading the youth indeed deserves to be cursed," Professor Bai tried to calm things down, still very amicable and without a hint of anger.

"It's quite an interesting theory, Professor Bai. Please continue your lecture. If anyone dares to disturb again, I won't mind throwing that person out," Yang Jian said, indicating with a wave of his hand that he was quite interested in continuing the lecture.

"Who's so arrogant to throw me out?" the man barked.

Yang Jian turned his head to look at him, "I am that arrogant. If you don't keep quiet, I won't let you live to take office."

The man was momentarily stunned upon seeing Yang Jian, and although he wanted to retort, he immediately stopped himself.

That man was... Ghost Eye Yang Jian.

Someone not to be offended.

Swallowing his pride, he sat down obediently.

In this group, there was a consensus; oppose anyone but never Yang Jian, as they were not on the same level as him.

As soon as Yang Jian spoke, the classroom immediately fell silent, not a single person dared to chatter any further.

"Professor Bai, please continue," Yang Jian said.

Professor Bai smiled with a hint of gratitude, then proceeded with his lecture.