Mysterious Revival

"Was Zhang Hui's death caused by a paranormal event?"

At this moment, Yang Jian pondered. Although he had rejected Chen Yi's request, the information obtained from him caught his attention, because if it was confirmed to be a supernatural incident, then he began to suspect that the event might be related to himself in some way.

Zhang Hui initially escaped from the training base with them and then returned to the Ping'an Hotel to rest.

But the very next day, Zhang Hui hurriedly left the Ping'an Hotel, as if he had discovered some sort of danger.

And today... Zhang Hui died mysteriously in this small hotel in Dachang City.

What's most important is that Zhang Hui's death was neither a homicide nor due to personal health issues from the resurrection of a malicious ghost.

"Although Chen Yi is hot-tempered and not easy to get along with, he is one of the three leaders in Dachang City, and his ability to get things done is definitely commendable. Since he has defined it as a paranormal event, it's very likely that it's true."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly as he fell into deep thought.

"From the training base, to the Ping'an Hotel, to now the baffling death... Zhang Hui must have sensed that there was something amiss around him, and he tried to evade some kind of danger by changing environments, but it failed, and he died."

"This danger definitely doesn't come from the Ping'an Hotel, nor from Dachang City. It's very likely from the training base."

Because the only opportunity they had to encounter a supernatural event was at the training base.

At that time, they experienced the Ghost Envoy event, and with the Ghost Envoy starting to kill indiscriminately, many ghost hunters perished.

Nobody can be sure whether any other ghosts were present during that time.

Most importantly, there was one ghost Yang Jian had always not been able to confirm.

Looking at his own pale, stiff palm, the uncertain ghost was the one he had released from the bottle, the one that had come with this Ghost Hand.

Back then, in order to increase the number of his own side's ghosts, he forced open the bottle containing a ghost, and later, to confront the Ghost Envoy, that ghost was temporarily overlooked. After the incident, Yang Jian had used the third layer of the Ghost Domain but couldn't find that ghost; however, he believed the matter was already over.

It's very likely that the ghost was left behind in the Ghost Envoy's domain, or perhaps it was already dealt with by the Ghost Envoy.

Nevertheless, it now seems that might not be the case.

"So, when I, along with Zhang Lei, Wang Jiang, Huang Ziya, and this Zhang Hui left the training base back then, was there a ghost following us the whole time? That ghost chose Zhang Hui as its target and followed him to the Ping'an Hotel."

"Then, Zhang Hui sensed something was off, or perhaps he was attacked by the ghost that very night... No, he definitely wasn't attacked by the ghost that night. If he had been, it's impossible that he wouldn't have called for support from the few of us."

"Therefore, I believe that at that time, Zhang Hui was simply in a state of paranoia. He suspected that something was wrong around him but had no solid evidence. Coupled with the distress caused by the Ghost Envoy incident, it led to his hasty desire to leave the Ping'an Hotel."

At this moment, Yang Jian's mind was rapidly theorizing, linking all the pieces of information together for a reasonable conjecture.

Such speculation was essential.

Because the information that ghost hunters really get in paranormal incidents is very limited, so they must make bold and reasonable conjectures; otherwise, by the time you learn the truth, death will have found you. If you want to survive, the speed at which you gather information must be one step ahead of the ghosts to avoid being killed.

"If there was a ghost when Zhang Hui left the Ping'an Hotel, then the ghost must have also left with him. This ghost is unique, invisible, intangible, and even inaudible. Although Zhang Hui had some awareness, it was already too late."

"The ghost ultimately still killed him, and an important point not to be overlooked is that this ghost has a high Terror Level. Zhang Hui, as a ghost hunter, was killed without putting up a fight or calling for help."

At this moment, Yang Jian had roughly sorted out the cause of Zhang Hui's death.

But now that this ghost had killed Zhang Hui, who would be its next target?

Indiscriminately kill ordinary people who meet a set of conditions?

Or is it targeting a specific type of person?

The information stops here; it can't be speculated further, because this ghost had only just killed Zhang Hui, and the next victim has not yet appeared. Only with the emergence of a second and a third victim can some patterns gradually be determined.

"I need to pay attention to this matter, but for now, let Chen Yi worry about it."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly: "What's more serious right now is the collision between the Ghost Envoy and the Ghost Hand."

"The collision of two S-tier paranormal events, if not handled well, could pose a major problem. Even headquarters isn't absolutely sure, compared to that, a supernatural event that kills only one person in several days can be temporarily ignored."

In the car, Wan Delu, upon seeing Yang Jian in deep thought, didn't dare to disturb him but felt a chill in his heart.

Because he had just heard some terrifying information from that leader named Chen Yi: someone had been killed by a ghost?

My God, this is Dachang City; is it unsafe here too?

Yang Jian's earlier warning was right; he indeed had to leave this place as soon as possible.

Just now, Wan Delu was considering whether to move the headquarters completely or to just set up a branch in Dachang City. After all, it's good to be prudent and have multiple retreats, but now, he had no other ideas.

Move!

Not only did they have to move the headquarters, but also some of the company's assets had to be dealt with as quickly as possible. Now it wasn't about making money, but about how to save their lives.

After all, Wan Delu felt that he had more than enough money; life was what mattered most.

At this moment, Wan Delu felt incredibly fortunate to have met someone like Yang Jian, a highly influential figure. As long as he could hold tightly to those coattails, he would have some security in the future.

No wonder his nickname was Brother Tui.

It was truly apt.

"By the way, has that Luo Yong you mentioned already arrived at the restaurant?" Yang Jian suddenly looked up and asked.

Wan Delu replied hastily, "He has been there for a while now, just waiting for us."

"Don't worry about what just happened, let's go have dinner," Yang Jian said.

"There won't be any problems?" Wan Delu carefully asked, "Just now, someone died..."

Yang Jian said, "Didn't you see that someone is already taking care of it? There won't be any trouble for now, but such incidents are unpredictable. Every city has them to some extent, and if you're really unlucky and encounter one, you can only hope for the best."

"People die occasionally in Dachang City now?" Wan Delu asked.

"Not at the moment, but I would be bragging if I said it would never happen in the future. These incidents are too random, almost uncontrollable. It's only necessary to have someone in charge to deal with it quickly," Yang Jian said.

"That's true, it's much safer when someone takes care of it," Wan Delu agreed.

The car passed through the blocked section of the road, and as there were no traffic jams or detours, they quickly arrived in front of a high-end private club and stopped.

Wan Delu certainly wouldn't take Yang Jian to a hotel or restaurant. Of course, he had to prepare a classy place, and he had put a lot of effort into this meal. He had not only hired the best chef but also spent a lot of money to fly in some premium ingredients. Since he wasn't sure about Yang Jian's taste, he prepared various cuisines.

He thought it necessary to leave a good impression, even if it wasn't just to curry favor but also to express his gratitude for the incident at the airport last time.

Wan Delu was well aware that if Yang Jian hadn't protected him at the airport last time, he would probably be in custody by now. After all, the haunting affair was related to him, and there had been a death on the plane.

But being taken into custody was the least of his worries. The company might have had to shut down, what with stock prices plummeting, forced delisting, bankruptcy liquidation... He could even imagine just how dire it would be.

So compared to that, a meal was nothing.

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Wan Delu led Yang Jian and the accompanying beauty into the private club.

But as they entered, they saw a man in his fifties, dressed simply and looking lean, like a construction worker, growing impatient and intending to leave.

"I was told I could leave after half a day, but I've been waiting almost a day. I can't stay, I'm going. Don't stop me, I think you're definitely scammers. I won't stay here," he complained.

Two bodyguards blocked him, "Luo Yong, our boss is on his way but got delayed by traffic. Just wait a little longer, and besides, you agreed to it earlier. We've already paid you fifty thousand yuan for the trip. If you walk away now, it'll be difficult for us to explain to our boss."

"You're definitely scammers, there's no such easy money in this world. You're just giving me some sweeteners now but will swindle everything back later. No, I'm leaving," Luo Yong insisted loudly.

"Is he the Luo Yong you invited?" Yang Jian asked upon seeing this.

Wan Delu smiled wryly, "Yeah, it was not easy to invite him from there. He only agreed to come after I offered him money, saying that it couldn't interfere with his work. Looks like I've made you witness an embarrassment, Brother Tui. I'll handle this matter; please wait a moment."

After speaking, he hurriedly went over to pacify Luo Yong.

Yang Jian didn't say a word; he just observed. However, when he saw Luo Yong's appearance, his pupils suddenly contracted and his face showed several signs of shock.

How could it be?

Instantly, his heart was churning with tumultuous waves.

Yang Jian didn't recognize Luo Yong before; today was the first time he saw him. Luo Yong himself didn't have any particular issues. Walking down the street, he looked like a legitimate construction worker, with a face full of wrinkles and a lean, dark appearance. He was neither handsome enough to shake the heavens nor ugly enough to hide in shame, an utterly common appearance.

Yet it was this ordinary appearance that made Yang Jian feel an inexplicable chill and shock.

He bore a striking resemblance to that ghost.

The one codenamed Ghost Door Knocker.

If Yang Jian compared a photo of the Door Knocking Ghost with Luo Yong, he would find that the two men weren't exactly alike, but they shared at least sixty to seventy percent similarity.

Of course, the world was full of people who looked alike, even celebrities had lookalikes.

But of all people, Luo Yong closely resembled a ghost.

Yang Jian felt that a terrifying truth was being confirmed.