Mysterious Revival

Wan Delu was much more restrained this time when he came to meet Yang Jian than he had been on the plane last time when he was still the boss of a listed company, the president of a group. In terms of status and position, he was considered a cut above the rest, so his tone and confidence were stronger. Even after encountering people from the Supernatural Circle, he didn't feel anything special; at most, he thought these people just had certain privileges.

But in the past few days, he had not only investigated the antique incident from last time but also focused on researching spirit tamers, especially in Dachang City and Yang Jian; they were the main focus.

He had spent a lot of money and used many connections, but the truth he found had filled Wan Delu with increasing trepidation and unease.

It turned out that supernatural incidents were occurring frequently all over the world, and the last event in Dachang City was not a simple chemical leak but a haunting. The information about this had gone viral on the internet, and the more it spread, the more bizarre it became, making it difficult for people to distinguish truth from rumors.

But undeniably, Yang Jian had a role in that event.

After learning some truth, Wan Delu found it very hard to remain calm; his personal experience and investigation had left him increasingly alarmed and unsettled.

"Let's hear it, do you have any news about the thing I asked you to investigate last time?" Yang Jian signaled for Wan Delu to sit down and then directly got to the point.

There was no room for pleasantries or small talk.

Wan Delu appeared a bit nervous at the moment and then, organizing his words, he said, "I've already thoroughly investigated the antique matter from last time. This is the related information I've managed to collect for now; please, have a look."

After saying this, he took out a file bag and placed it on the table.

Yang Jian picked it up and began to look through it.

The file contained information and photos showing that the antiques were acquired from an Antique Street in Zhong'an City, but their origins were from a town outside Zhong'an City called Ling Town.

Near Ling Town, there was an ancestral house belonging to a family with the last name Luo that was built during the Republic of China period. Since it had been unoccupied for a long time, the descendants planned to rebuild on the original site.

Thus, a basement was unearthed, and the antiques were discovered there.

The information was accurate; Yang Jian even saw photos of the old mansion, taken by someone in the past with a low-resolution camera, which were somewhat blurry. But it was clear enough to see that the old house also used green bricks; after the construction, there were only ventilation holes, oddly enough, no windows on either side, only a tightly closed large door.

The half-collapsed wall of the old house due to neglect exposed green bricks scattered on the ground, overgrown with weeds.

It seems to have been abandoned even longer than that old mansion from the Republic of China period in Dachang City; because Yang Jian had heard that there used to be an old man in Dachang City's old mansion who took care of it and lived there. It was only after the old man passed away decades ago that the mansion fell into complete disuse.

"If the old house in Dachang City has been abandoned for forty years, then this one must have been forsaken for at least sixty years," Yang Jian mused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at the photo.

With this estimation, it's very likely that the owner of the old house in Ling Town had already died during the Republic of China period—judging by the current situation, probably during the mid-stage of the resurgence of malevolent spirits, not making it until the end.

The owner of the old house in Dachang City, however, clearly lived much longer.

"That's not right."

Yang Jian scrutinized the photo closely. In it, there was a tourist doing a scissor-hand pose in front of the old house, but that wasn't the point. The focus was on the old wooden door of the house, which was slightly ajar by about a slit of 10 centimeters or so, with nothing visible inside as it was pitch black. Yet, in the photo, a blurred hand could be seen extending through the slit, its few stiff fingers resting on the door's edge.

Moreover, the hand appeared at a very strange position—at the very top of the door.

Those old-fashioned wooden doors are generally tall and narrow, and each door would be at least three meters high, out of reach for the average person.

Furthermore, with the wooden door tightly locked and only a crack open, there were no longer any occupants inside.

So whose hand could it be?

Yang Jian glanced at his own palm, tried to make a comparison, but couldn't deduce anything; the photo's resolution was too low to make out any clear features and it was impossible to confirm if it was a ghost's hand.

"When was this photo taken?" he immediately asked.

"Let me check," Wan Delu replied as he took the photo, recalling, "It was five years ago. This photo is five years old. I had people buy it from a neighbor there. The woman in the photo is the daughter of a neighbor's schoolmate. At that time, during the summer vacation, they ran to this town to play. You know how city people are with old houses like this, so she took a photo as a souvenir. However, for some reason, the photo was left at the neighbor's home..."

"That's enough, no need to be so detailed. You've investigated quite a lot, even such trivial matters are thoroughly looked into," Yang Jian cut him off, pointing at the blurry hand on the old wooden door, "What do you think this is?"

Wan Delu took a careful look and said, "It's a blur in the photo, like a white spot... wait, it doesn't look like that. This isn't a white spot, it looks like...oh my god, it's a hand, a hand stretching out from the crack of the door, with a total of four fingers. This... this photo has captured a ghost."

As he realized what it was, his face turned pale with fright.

Wan Delu also knew, no human hand could reach that high, and most obviously, there was no one inside the dilapidated house anymore.

Thus, the conclusion was clear—there was a ghost inside the old mansion.

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With these thoughts, the photo in his hand felt exceptionally hot, even untouchable.

"Five years ago, the ghost had already appeared in this old house."

Yang Jian stood up, deeply furrowing his brow, "Could it be that an event of a fierce ghost's resurgence had occurred five years ago? No, that's impossible. If the ghost escaped five years ago, why didn't it have any impact at all?" Stay tuned with My Virtual Library Empire

"Right, when the family demolished the old house, were there any deaths among the workers?"

"No, the demolition went smoothly." Wan Delu shook his head, "No one died."

"It doesn't add up at all." Yang Jian turned back and looked at the photo, "The ghost from five years ago hasn't killed a single person until now? And this hand seems to be a Ghost Hand, assuming it's the same ghost, then the question arises, why did the ghost appear in the bottle afterwards? The ghost in the bottle was clearly imprisoned."

"But who handled the supernatural event from five years ago? At that time, there was no headquarters, perhaps there were yin and yang masters, but they certainly couldn't deal with a supernatural event of that level."

Headache.

Yang Jian felt that trying to unearth past clues and secrets on his own was too difficult, due to the sheer number of inconsistencies.

And he saw these inconsistencies as results of missing information.

This matter had to be put on hold for the time being...

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, slightly shaking his head, "Right, any news about the other soul vases?"

He felt that if ghosts were imprisoned, then there was definitely more than one.

"There's another soul vase, which seems to match the previous one," Wan Delu said.

"You haven't acquired it?" asked Yang Jian.

Wan Delu replied somewhat uneasily, "I can't acquire it. I've heard that the soul vase is still on Antique Street, but that street has been sealed off, currently out of business. I had a private detective take the opportunity to secretly take a few photos, take a look."

After saying this, he took several photos out of his pocket.

The photos were original and taken by a drone.

In the photos was an antique street, but it was empty of people.

"This isn't an ordinary lockdown; some shops didn't even close their doors, clearly, these people left in a rush. This was an emergency evacuation."

After looking at a few of the photos, Yang Jian casually tossed them onto the table, "It seems the worst has happened. A ghost has been let loose, and there has been a supernatural event on Antique Street."

Indeed, they were too late to act, unable to prevent such an event, which resulted in the release of ghosts that had been imprisoned before, and this ghost likely came from another soul vase.

Now, the person in charge in Zhong'an City must be quite busy.

Hearing about the supernatural event on Antique Street, Wan Delu's heart trembled; he had this suspicion before but didn't dare to confirm it. But hearing it from Yang Jian's mouth, he had already resolved to stay far away from that place, never to return in his lifetime.

"What a pity, I thought there would be some unexpected gains. Didn't expect it to be a wild goose chase," sighed Yang Jian. Although he didn't count on stumbling onto a bargain, there was no harm in trying, especially with Wan Delu running errands for him.

"By the way, Brother Tui, for this investigation, I especially invited the owner of the original house, that Luo Yong person, to J City. Would you like to meet him?" Wan Lude suddenly asked.

Yang Jian was a bit surprised, "You brought the person to J City?"

"It's to clarify this matter; how could I dare to be careless?" Wan Delu replied.

Yang Jian pondered for a moment, "The owner of the old house? Since he's here, let's meet."

After all, he was a descendant of a yin and yang master from the Republic of China Period, perhaps he could leave behind some useful clues. Yang Jian still wanted to unravel the mystery of the fierce ghost's resurgence; if this mystery could be solved, they might find a way to resolve the supernatural event.

Although Wang Xiaoming speculated that the group had failed back then.

Yet that group ensured nearly a century of peace, and relics like the Ghost Mirror and Ghost Cabinet were passed down from that era, which contained even more important secrets.

"That's great, I've arranged for a car downstairs and how about we have lunch together? I've already arranged the restaurant," Wan Delu quickly stood up, smiling enthusiastically.

"No problem, let's have lunch together then," Yang Jian nodded.

He also knew why Wan Delu was so enthusiastic; after all, ordinary people would feel insecure after learning the truth, and befriending a yin and yang master was more beneficial than not, as it could save one's life at a crucial time.

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