Mysterious Revival

Chapter 545: 542

President Fei, slumped on the ground, had lost all of his usual composure and steadiness. Now, in his eyes, there was only fear and an inexplicable chill that kept seeping out from within him.

Yang Jian.

He was well aware of the weight the man before him carried. He had perused countless files and intelligence about him, from his experiences in resolving various supernatural incidents to his personal preferences and lifestyle… After all, the better you understand the enemy, the better you could craft specific strategies to combat them.

However, once President Fei truly understood, he came to a conclusion: Yang Jian was an extremely pure individual.

Because he was just a high school student and hadn’t yet entered society, he hadn’t adopted the well-known societal values.

ost whisperer, the emotions that living people have would gradually fade away, and even disappear in the end.

A person unaffected by profit or emotion was both pure and terrifying.

Yet today, this very Yang Jian stood before him, in his home, and had even met his wife and child.

Just the thought made President Fei feel as though he was about to endure a hellish nightmare.

Yang Jian wiped his hands and looked at President Fei with a smile—a smile that was merely a facial gesture, devoid of any emotion or warmth, creating an inexplicable sense of dread in one’s heart, much like the grim reaper extending a greeting.

“So you’re President Fei,” he said.

The casual greeting felt like it was tearing President Fei apart.

President Fei’s throat moved as if he wanted to say something, but he found he lacked the strength even to open his mouth, managing only to tremble his lips slightly.

“Who could it be at this time? I just heard someone at the door,” however, a woman’s voice came from the kitchen.

Immediately after, an intelligent and virtuous woman wearing an apron and holding a spatula walked out.

It was Wann Yue.

President Fei regained some composure. He quickly turned to look, fearing that his wife had already encountered misfortune. After all, for someone like Yang Jian, killing would not carry much of a psychological burden. Killing one person was no different than several—it was like stepping on a few bugs, merely by chance.

“Please, spare my family, whatever it is, come at me. I can do a lot for you, definitely worth two lives. Let them go,” he said urgently.

He struggled to rise but instead knelt on the ground and clutched tightly at the hem of Yang Jian’s pants.

ok of panic.

President Fei’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Xiao Yang, who is this man? Should we call the police?” Wann Yue, looking wary at President Fei, seemed to be facing an intruder who had abruptly entered her home, thinking of calling the police as her first response.

Upon hearing this, President Fei froze completely. He saw in Wann Yue’s face an unprecedented sense of estrangement and distance, as if he had become someone else. His wife, usually very affectionate, didn’t seem to recognize him at all.

Not only that, he also saw a hint of fear in Xiao Bao’s gaze behind him.

Was this fear of himself?

“No need to call the police, perhaps he just walked into the wrong door. I’ll handle this; you can rest assured. Please take the child inside for now,” Yang Jian said, looking back.

Wann Yue thought for a moment, then nodded with some concern, “Then be careful, if anything happens, I’ll report it immediately.”

After speaking, she hurriedly took the child and returned to the house.

Seeing this scene, President Fei no longer had the strength to clutch at Yang Jian’s trouser leg; he seemed utterly deflated, his lips trembling as he asked, “What, what have you done to my family? They don’t even recognize me anymore.”

“I didn’t do much, just made your wife and child forget about someone like you,” Yang Jian explained calmly.

“After all, if a person is dead, the knowledge would certainly distress and upset their family greatly; the best way to soothe such pain is through forgetting.”

“In their memory, there is no husband, no father, just a man who died irresponsibly long ago, while I am here visiting as a good friend.”

“You…”

President Fei didn’t know what to do; his eyes were filled with inexplicable horror.

“You should thank me, as I consider my actions merciful. It’s charity for destroying such a happy family as yours. If you’d like to kneel and thank me, I would gladly accept,” said Yang Jian.

Chills ran down President Fei’s spine as he replied with a trembling voice, “How can you say that? Are you even human?”

“I am the same kind of person as you are.”

Yang Jian remained indifferent. “If I had been killed by someone from your social circle, perhaps at some point in the future, in some unseen place, a mother would cry her heart out for her dead child. You are a father to someone, and I am a son to a mother. None of us are orphans; we all have families.”

“It can’t be that your family members are humans, but mine are not.”

President Fei fell silent for a while before finally saying, “I understand… How do you want me to die?”

“That depends on whether your death has any value,” replied Yang Jian. “After all, people change. Maybe I’ll change my mind at some point.”

“I will hand over everything I have to you, and I promise not to hide anything,” President Fei said in desperation.

Yang Jian nodded, “That’s not bad.”

“But all the data isn’t here, I can tell you the location, you’ll have to go get it yourself,” President Fei immediately disclosed an address.

“As expected, someone like you would surely have prepared a more comprehensive set of information as a contingency. I’ve noted the address and hope you’re not deceiving me,” said Yang Jian.

President Fei didn’t respond because he didn’t dare deceive Yang Jian; he couldn’t bear the consequences of lying. Yet he still kept one card close to his chest, not revealing the content of today’s meeting, since it wasn’t recorded and hadn’t been implemented yet. If it actually happened in the future, it would be hard to trace back to a dead man like himself.

“So, how will you deal with me? If possible, I’d like to die far from here,” he said.

Yang Jian glanced out the window, “That building across the street looks pretty tall, about six or seven stories.”

“I understand,” President Fei stood up, walked out of the room with a look of despair, and headed outside.

He tried to look back, but saw nothing; only the frightening Yang Jian remained behind him.

As President Fei walked out the door, preparing to leave, something suddenly came to his mind, and he said, “Li Yao is your person, right?”

y as he spoke.

President Fei didn’t ask further; he knew where he had lost. It wasn’t a lack of intelligence or caution, but an underestimation of the opponent.

Should he have expected as much from someone who had resolved an S-class supernatural event?

“Moreover, as an ordinary person, you need to understand your place. Some matters are beyond your station, just like Li Yao’s was.”

“Got it, won’t happen in the next life.”