Mysterious Revival

The training base had a very tight schedule.

Yang Jian had just finished listening to a lecture by Professor Bai and hadn't even warmed his seat before a training instructor dragged him to the shooting range for firearms practice and the use of some basic weapons.

Proficiency wasn't expected, but knowing how to use them was.

After all, many people had never touched a firearm in their lives, yet once on duty, they would all be issued guns, so this type of training was indeed important.

By evening, some people were already exhausted.

But this was only the first day. Tomorrow's schedule would be just as packed, but the training wasn't much use to Yang Jian. For newcomers, however, it was vital, quickly transforming an ordinary person into a ghost handler with some professional knowledge and skills on the international stage.

Although it felt like being rushed into things, during such special times, one couldn't ask for much more.

"Yang Jian, aren't you going to rest?" Zhang Lei watched Yang Jian mechanically reload, holding a handgun in one hand on the shooting range.

With a series of gunshots, his arm didn't tremble at all, all bullets hitting the bullseye of the distant target.

"Since I'm here, I might as well make the most of it. I can rest anytime."

Yang Jian glanced at the two boxes of bullets beside him: "I plan to shoot the pistol until dawn. Are you interested in joining me?"

Unlimited bullet supply was available, as long as you had the stamina and focus, every trainee could continue practicing here non-stop.

"I'm not too interested in this. This kind of training doesn't do much for handling supernatural incidents. I'm more concerned about the theories Professor Bai discussed earlier," Zhang Lei said, putting down his handgun and walking over.

Yang Jian replied, "Indeed, it's a fascinating and well-rounded theory. I think it could be promoted at the right time, but I don't know what role we, people like us, will play in this terrifying and desperate world, or whether we'll even live to see that time."

"No matter how interesting a theory is, it can't change the harsh truth. We have to face what's coming, so there's no need to worry too much about it."

"How long do you think you can survive in your current state?"

Suddenly, he paused, looking at him.

Zhang Lei fell silent for a moment and then said, "If I can't control a second ghost, probably no more than two months. Fortunately, headquarters agreed to give me a spot to try controlling a second ghost."

"Indeed, that's a gamble," Yang Jian said.

Because controlling two ghosts with headquarters' plan wasn't guaranteed to succeed. The success rate had slightly increased but was only about fifty percent and was difficult to improve further.

If the attempt failed, it would lead to ghost resurrection.

However, during the attempt, every precaution would be taken to ensure it wouldn't result in a terrible supernatural event.

"Then you continue training. I won't disturb you anymore."

Zhang Lei saw Yang Jian focused on training and didn't want to bother him. He was tired and needed to go back to the dorm to rest.

Yang Jian wasn't focused on training.

Although he was continuously practicing his marksmanship, his thoughts were elsewhere.@@novelbin@@

Zhang Lei's situation was grim, and so was his own.

Moreover, unlike Zhang Lei, Yang Jian had already controlled two ghosts, and had caused one to crash. This meant overcoming a ghost resurrection would be even more complex. He would need to counteract the instinctual influence of the Headless Ghost Shadow and suppress the imminent Ghost Eye Resurrection.

If he made any mistake, Yang Jian would die on the spot.

Either controlled by the Headless Ghost or killed by the Ghost Eye Resurrection.

"An imperfect resurrection harbors traps? Wang Xiaoming's words make sense. Since the moment I used the human skin paper method for resurrection, I've been manipulated, stepping into a trap."

Yang Jian's expression darkened. The gunfire from his pistol lit up but did nothing to alleviate the pressure in his heart.

"Either continue with the human skin paper's plan or reject it. But if I do reject it, there's almost no chance of another solution for my current predicament, especially after Wang Xiaoming's experiment failed."

Using the Ghost Coffin to turn humans into fierce ghosts would be earth-shattering if the experiment succeeded.

Wang Xiaoming, with the wisdom of a regular person, had indeed come far.

It was a pity he failed.

This failure also blocked one path for Yang Jian.

And the remaining plan involving the human skin paper was also shrouded in a dark cloud after Tong Qian's Ghost Face incident.

The plan with human skin paper could no longer be used.

Even if it were truly effective, no one could ascertain what kind of dreadful trap was hidden within. Stepping on it would mean death for Yang Jian, and the plan didn't have a hundred percent success rate either.

Concerned about both the trap and the failure rate, Yang Jian no longer dared to gamble.

"With no hope from either the human skin paper or Wang Xiaoming, the only remaining option is the Ghost Cabinet," he said, his gaze shifting as he inserted a new magazine and shot after shot rang out, sparks flying under the dim sky.

"But my deal with the Ghost Cabinet isn't settled yet. The Ghost Cabinet wants me to find the person in that photo, presumably the Dried Corpse Bride. But I can't pin down the Dried Corpse Bride's location. Last time on that eerie bus, all the ghosts got off, and so did the Dried Corpse Bride."

"Afterward, the Dried Corpse Bride killed that male passenger named Zhang Haw and then I managed to shake her off by getting back on the bus. Now, no one knows the actual location of this cursed thing," Find adventures on My Virtual Library Empire

Yang Jian recalled that eerie place.

It was certainly not within the country, nor was it abroad; that indescribably terrible place did not exist in the world at all.

It was akin to a Supernatural Space.

But you can't simply write "it's somewhere" on the Ghost Cabinet.

The Ghost Cabinet certainly isn't that easy to trick.

Yang Jian had experimented; that thing is also an inexplicable object of strangeness, its demands must be met with precision and truth. If you try to be slick, things might turn sour and it could unleash ghosts to chase after you.

If you don't make amends in time, there's a good possibility you'll be killed by a ghost released by the Ghost Cabinet.

"Wait, I don't know the Dried Corpse Bride's whereabouts, but the people skin paper should, and although the survival strategy it provides me may have traps, it would certainly not include one regarding the bride's location. Even if there were traps, I'm not afraid as I have no intention of making contact with the Dried Corpse Bride,"

Yang Jian's gaze flickered slightly.

In his mind, he momentarily conceived of a plan to resolve his problem.

By using the information revealed through the people skin paper, he could fulfill the Ghost Cabinet's demands and then propose his own after completing the transaction.

For example, asking the Ghost Cabinet to help him handle the issue of the Ghost Eye Resurrection.

"No, that won't do."

Yang Jian's gaze flickered slightly, "Asking the Ghost Cabinet directly to solve my problem would cost a great deal, and although the Ghost Cabinet might do it for me, the next demand it makes could be so dreadful that I cannot fulfill it. If I can't refuse, I might have only death left."

He had to plan for his future; he couldn't just focus on succeeding this one transaction and neglect what comes after because he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't encounter more problems with his body.

"The original owner of that ancient mansion left the Ghost Cabinet and locked it in the second room for a reason, and the warning he left behind—you will have everything and yet lose everything—was because he was worried I wouldn't be able to control my desires. The transactions with the Ghost Cabinet could escalate quickly and eventually cut off my hope for survival."

As he continued to fire his gun, Yang Jian felt the plan in his mind became increasingly clearer.

It was unfortunate that he didn't have a trusted person with a clever enough mind nearby to analyze and confer with; otherwise, he wouldn't have to figure out these ghostly patterns by himself.

Yang Jian believed that transactions with the Ghost Cabinet started small and gradually increased. This time, the Ghost Cabinet only asked him to find the location of the Dried Corpse Bride, but next time it could be something else entirely.

Therefore, he couldn't raise the level of transactions too high from the start. He had to grasp the proper measure; otherwise, if it went beyond his capabilities, he would be on a path to death.

"If I want the Ghost Cabinet to bring me the greatest benefit with the smallest price, there's only one way,"

Yang Jian's bullets ran out, but he froze on the spot, his arm still half-raised and not lowered.

"I'll let the people skin paper draft a survival strategy for me, then hand it over to the Ghost Cabinet for revision. This way, perhaps the traps in the strategy can be dismantled, and if it's just revision, the price should be bearable."

"Right, that's the plan,"

With that thought, his eyes suddenly brightened and the oppression in his heart dissipated significantly.

Since these ghostly things are all so fiendish, let them fight against each other.

Exploit the Ghost Cabinet to make up for the shortcomings of the people skin paper.

"In that case, let's try the first step and see if the people skin paper can determine the Dried Corpse Bride's location," Yang Jian put down the gun and took out a golden box from the luggage beside him.

This was the box that contained the people skin paper.

Even though holding the people skin paper usually wasn't an issue, Yang Jian still didn't feel assured, treating it as if it was a malevolent ghost and locking it away.

But just as Yang Jian was about to open the box,

Outside the training base, an inexplicable and creepy darkness started to creep over silently.

First, the lights at the base's guardhouse went out, followed by the nearby buildings falling into a deathly stillness, quickly swallowed by darkness. From the dormitories, panicked voices of those who control ghosts could be heard, yet soon after, the spotlight on the shooting range dimmed greatly.

The surrounding environment also mysteriously became chilly.

However, Yang Jian's attention was entirely on the people skin paper in his hands, and he didn't notice the anomaly happening in the distance.

As usual, a sentence emerged on the people skin paper: "My name is Yang Jian, and by the time you read this, I will have been dead..."

Before the sentence could be finished, it disappeared, followed by the appearance of an ominous large character that filled the people skin paper.

"Ghost!"

"Hmm?" Yang Jian's brow immediately furrowed, and he vaguely felt a strange agitation inside his body where the Ghost Eye was.

This was a very bad sensation, usually signifying one of two things.

Either the Ghost Eye was about to resurrect, or... something was amiss in the surroundings.