Mysterious Revival

The breathing was heavy and rushed.

Wang Quan felt almost drained; in the brief dozen or so seconds just now, he had truly walked a fine line between life and death. Had Yang Jian moved a bit slower or failed to block the ghost behind him, he would undoubtedly be dead by now.

It was too easy for a ghost to kill an ordinary person, and he was acutely aware of this.

"Did, did it work?" Wang Quan's throat felt dry, making it difficult to speak.

One of Yang Jian's hands was holding the frame; he looked at the ghost painting that no longer exhibited any abnormalities and calmly said, "It's mostly dealt with. The ghost painting has been suppressed by me. As long as I don't let go, no oddities will occur with this thing."

"That's good."

Wang Quan touched the cold sweat dripping from his forehead: "As long as the task is completed, that's what matters. We owe it to Mister Yang this time. The losses are much less than I had imagined."

"Let's not talk about that for now. Bag this painting first," said Yang Jian.

Wang Quan nodded, then called out to the two behind him: "Come over and help, the ghost painting has been successfully contained. It's not dangerous anymore."

The two employees in the distance were also visibly relieved, feeling as if they had survived a great peril. They regained their courage and hurried over.

Soon, with the cooperation of the group, the huge ghost painting was bagged up and wrapped in several layers to ensure no gaps were left.

Only after Yang Jian was certain that there were no issues did he withdraw his hand and continued to observe the painting.

After all, this thing had become somewhat difficult to handle, and now that they had barely managed to contain it, he didn't want any slip-ups at the last moment.

"There are still some students lingering in this building. Go and lead those students out now. Mister Yang and I will watch over the ghost painting. Once everything is confirmed to be fine, I will notify you," said Wang Quan.

"Yes, Captain." The two members immediately began the rescue.

The previous situation was simply not suitable for evacuating people; the ghost was wandering between these two floors. Moving recklessly before resolving the issue would only lead to swifter deaths.

After watching the two members leave, Yang Jian finally spoke: "Tell me, what happened to you just now?"

Wang Quan was prepared and knew what Yang Jian was asking about.

He had been attacked by the ghost while running over from the opposite side. This was definitely not a random occurrence; there must have been a reason. He must have triggered the ghost's killing rule at some point, which is why the ghost targeted him.

"I think I couldn't help but turn my head and took a glance at the ghost," Wang Quan said thoughtfully, presenting his guess.

Yang Jian's expression was cold; "No, when you turned around, the ghost didn't even glance at you. It wasn't because you looked back that the ghost targeted you. Moreover, you said earlier that the ghost entered dormitory 402. Was there anyone in that dormitory?"

"Yes, there was a girl," Wang Quan replied, and added, "I checked myself, I'm certain."

"That girl stayed in her dorm room, she never came out, not even saw the ghost, yet she was still targeted by the ghost," said Yang Jian.

"So it's not turning back to look or seeing the ghost that triggers attacks."

Wang Quan nodded slightly: "You're right, but I really can't think of why the ghost would suddenly attack me. Just now, I did nothing more than circle around the ghost and ran a distance in this direction. If it wasn't for looking back, I virtually did nothing."

"You must have overlooked something," said Yang Jian; "The murderous rule of the ghost might not lie in actions. Sometimes even breathing can trigger it. Think it over again carefully, understanding the ghost painting's killing rule is very important."

"Today's encounter is a valuable experience. If we can use this as a breakthrough, then we will have some advantage when facing the real ghost painting. We won't be completely passive."

"I know, Mister Yang, rest assured I'll figure it out," Wang Quan said earnestly with a severe expression, nodding solemnly.

He was the only person who had been attacked and survived, so he undoubtedly possessed the potential to decipher the killing rule of the ghost painting.

Yang Jian said, "Then keep thinking. Any possibility can be shared, don't worry about misleading me. Even if it's false information, I can deduce the real answer the next time I encounter a ghost painting. It's better than using our lives to test and err with the ghost painting."

Wang Quan did not speak but fell back into deep thought.

Yang Jian did not rush him, observing the ghost painting while waiting.

Now that the supernatural incident was temporarily resolved, he had all the time in the world to wait, not in any rush at the moment.

"It's definitely not because people have seen the ghost painting or touched it that they get killed; it's something else," Yang Jian mused internally.

After the brief encounter earlier, he had excluded all possibilities.

Initially, he thought that just seeing the ghost painting would make one a target, as the ghost showed a very obvious reaction towards the painting. But then he realized that was not the case.

While he was waiting, all the surviving girls from the building were safely evacuated from the dormitory, and the security outside relaxed a bit, not as strict as before.

Meanwhile, the events that had occurred here were quickly reported to headquarters.

But none of this concerned Yang Jian.

He was now determined to use this opportunity to clarify the ghost painting's killing rule.

"Perhaps it's fear." After a while, Wang Quan tentatively voiced his thought: "Earlier, when I turned my head, I was afraid the ghost would come after me, and then the ghost really did target me."

"Fear?" Yang Jian's gaze darkened.

Could that be the situation?

Yang Jian said, "Because you're afraid of ghosts, the ghosts come to kill you? Is the rule that whatever you fear comes for you?"

"There is such a possibility. The female student from dorm room 402 must have been terrified, but the likelihood of this isn't very high. It's not just her who was scared—I also found two female students hiding in another dorm room, and they weren't attacked by the ghost."

"Maybe it's a condition, like seeing a ghost and then feeling frightened..." Wang Quan speculated.

First seeing, then feeling scared?

Yang Jian felt that this speculation was somewhat more plausible than the previous ones, but he knew it definitely wasn't the correct answer because many people who met this criteria weren't attacked.

Like those two team members.

They also saw the ghost and felt fear. If they met the criteria, they would have been killed long ago.

"Captain, headquarters has informed us to immediately send the ghost painting over," reported a team member who rushed over at that moment.

Yang Jian snapped out of his thoughts and said, "Report this matter. Let the people at headquarters analyze it. Inform me immediately when they have answers or speculations. Let's leave it at that for today."

He felt it was difficult to deduce anything.

After all, he was one of the people who had witnessed Wang Quan being attacked. During that brief moment, he saw clearly everything Wang Quan did.

"Well then, Mister Yang, I'll take my leave first. We'll be in touch if there's a chance in the future," said Wang Quan.

"Okay," replied Yang Jian, his response cold.

Wang Quan immediately started preparing to escort the ghost painting back to headquarters with the team.

At that moment, Yang Jian suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

"Is there anything else, Mister Yang?" Wang Quan stopped in his tracks.

"Leave me one of those gloves," Yang Jian said.

Wang Quan was startled, looked down, and then immediately took off a glove, "If Mister Yang needs it, you can apply to headquarters. I believe they can easily meet such a request."

"It's just a small matter. I don't want to deal with Cao Yanhua," said Yang Jian. "One glove is enough. I can't just touch things with this hand; it's sometimes quite inconvenient."

"I understand, I understand. Consider this pair of gloves a gift to Mister Yang. I hope they fit well enough," Wang Quan said as he handed over the work glove to Yang Jian, his eyes lingering on Yang Jian's palm.

The complexion was completely different from that of the rest of his body, deathly pale, icy cold, as if it were the palm of a dead person, attached to a living body in a very uncoordinated way.

A hand that can suppress even ghost paintings must also be... a ghost.

"Alright, that's it, you may go," Yang Jian said as he put the glove on the Ghost Hand.

The golden-yellow glove fit snugly over his palm, very soft, yet heavy, suggesting a significant weight, making one wonder if it was actually made of real gold.

The craftsmanship was beyond question.

If it were sold outside, it would probably start at least at a million, especially since the price of gold has risen to an almost unbearable level.

"Don't go behind my back and tell Cao Yanhua I'm taking a small advantage. This time I'm working for free. If this matter hadn't involved Miao Xiaoshan, who would want to deal with it? Now, I've been dismissed with a pair of gloves. You should come out on top; my travel expenses have never been cheap," thought Yang Jian to himself. Then he put on gloves on both hands.

Otherwise, one hand would be too noticeable, and anyone could see that there was something wrong with it at a glance.

"Indeed, the gloves successfully isolated the influence of the Ghost Hand." Yang Jian touched his chin, no longer feeling that eerie sensation. He could be a little more reassured when touching anything in the future.

However, the only inconvenience was that he'd have to take off the gloves before fighting with someone, which could be easily noticed.

"This will do for now," said Yang Jian as he looked at the arm connected to the Ghost Hand and shook his head slightly. The arm looked like it was rotting flesh on a corpse, blackish in color, and emitting a faint smell of decay.

This was what remained after being eroded by the Ghost Envoy, not even the Ghost Conman Gao Zhiqiang could restore it.

Fortunately, this arm had incorporated the Coffin Nail made by Wang Xiaoming and acquired some ghostly properties. Though it looked horrific, there seemed to be no sign that it would continue to deteriorate or decay.

He pulled at his sleeve, covering the wrist that did not appear to be that of a living being.

Yang Jian left the dormitory building without any expression.

He didn't need to handle the cleanup work; he could just leave once the supernatural event was resolved.

Yang Jian believed that if there were any new findings, Wang Quan would inform him.