Mysterious Revival

Just as Yang Jian and the members of the supernatural forum were playing their strategic games and probing each other.

Everything happening here had already been transmitted back to headquarters through the satellite imagery in space.

After all, when Yang Jian acted just now, he didn't use the Ghost Domain to alter the reality, because at that moment he really couldn't spare the effort to perform these fancy maneuvers, so his fight with Ye Zhen was not only witnessed by ordinary people, but also captured by the satellites.

It can be said that he was always in the midst of a live broadcast.

"Incredible, Ye Zhen actually lost, what, what does this mean? Did the footage just seem to pause for a moment, and then Ye Zhen was down?" In the headquarters' meeting room.

Shen Liang looked at the screen with a somewhat shocked expression.

Ye Zhen is a long-famous top ghost manipulator in the circle, and although he didn't participate in any S-ranked supernatural events, he has handled quite a few, at least all the supernatural events near Dahai City have been resolved by the supernatural forum members.

If that weren't the case, why would headquarters have allowed the supernatural forum to grow stronger?

"Ye Zhen can be said to have lost utterly this time, but that's also good. Yang Jian's intervention, even if it was not voluntary, at least he won, and as long as he won, it would enhance the credibility of headquarters, preventing those messy organizations from popping up one after another." Cao Yanhua sighed with relief, nodding to indicate he could accept this outcome.

Just like when Yang Jian and Fang Shiming started fighting.

As the deputy head, he was not willing to see the captain of the headquarters defeated.

If he lost, the impact would be terrible in all respects.

"Something's off. Switch the satellite image to Ye Zhen and then maximize the image."

Suddenly, at this moment, Cao Yang in the meeting room had a sharp gaze and instructed the technicians.

Very quickly.

The image on the electronic screen flashed and then expanded.

Ye Zhen, sticking his butt out and lying on the ground like a dead dog, appeared on the screen.

This scene could be called iconic, now captured by the satellite, and would probably spread all over the world very soon.

However, what Cao Yang cared about was not this, but the half piece of black object sticking out of Ye Zhen's head, which didn't look very conspicuous, like a black mark, but upon zooming in, they realized that this black object should be half a nail.

The rest of it was embedded in Ye Zhen's head.

"Coffin Nail? How is this possible."

Cao Yang's eyes widened as he muttered to himself, somewhat disbelieving.

"What?" Cao Yanhua also noticed this very important detail.

Shen Liang frowned and said, "Could it be a mistake? How could a Coffin Nail be in Yang Jian's possession? After he resolved the Hungry Ghost incident six months ago, the Coffin Nail and the Hungry Ghost were both shipped back to headquarters, and it was Li Jun personally handling them. You were also there at the time, and Yang Jian cleared himself of the suspicion last time, as he didn't leave Dachang City."

Cao Yang said, "You can see for yourselves. The reason Ye Zhen is lying on the ground unable to move is not because Yang Jian beat him to death, but because his head was pierced by a Coffin Nail, pinning him to the ground. Whether Yang Jian is related to the theft of the Hungry Ghost, I do not know, but I can be certain, this thing is the Coffin Nail."

"I have seen the nail that was stuck in the forehead of the Hungry Ghost with my own eyes; I couldn't possibly misidentify it, it's an exact match."

"Could it be the second one? When Yang Jian obtained the Coffin Nail, he might have kept a trump card up his sleeve and concealed some information, after all, only Yang Jian had been to that supernatural land," Shen Liang said in a suppressed voice, audible to Cao Yanhua nearby.

This was intentionally said for Cao Yanhua to hear.

Fearing that people higher up would suspect that it was Yang Jian who stole the Hungry Ghost.

Cao Yang nodded slightly: "It's possible that this is a second nail. If Yang Jian intended to steal the Coffin Nail, he wouldn't have handed it over so easily back then. Given his nature of not being at a loss, he would definitely have clamored for the Coffin Nail later on, so his casual and indifferent attitude implies he probably still has more in his possession."

"But so far, there haven't been any supernatural objects that are the same," said Cao Yanhua, his brows deeply furrowed at this moment.

"Perhaps this is the first case."

Cao Yang said, "Aren't Ghost Candles still capable of being continuously produced? Although it's difficult and slow to make them, they can still be churned out, the two are of the same nature."

Shen Liang remained silent as he looked at Cao Yanhua.

He was somewhat worried that the deputy minister would question Yang Jian about this issue at this time, especially since Cao Yanhua had borne considerable responsibility and pressure from the Hungry Ghost theft incident.

"Ye Zhen cannot die," Cao Yanhua pondered for a moment before suddenly stating such a sentence.

Cao Yang was taken aback, then gave a self-deprecating laugh: "So it's about maintaining balance? Afraid that Yang Jian's clan will become too powerful?"

"In the past, Fang Shiming from the social circles and Ye Zhen from the Supernatural Forum maintained a balance of power among the civilians. Now that the social circles are gone, if Ye Zhen were to be taken out as well, and the people at the Captain Level from headquarters can't counterbalance Yang Jian, then in the future, everybody might have to act according to his wishes, which is unacceptable," explained Cao Yanhua.

"Moreover, if Ye Zhen were gone, the group under his command would likely fall into chaos. At this critical juncture, it's not worth expending energy on this front."

"So, what does the deputy minister plan to do to stop Yang Jian now?" asked Cao Yang.

Stop Yang Jian from within the office?

That would be somewhat difficult.

Cao Yanhua said solemnly, "Offer some compensation, try to persuade him, and strive for an attempt. Yang Jian is also not in a right state now; there is hope. The headquarters intervening as a mediator, I believe the people of the Supernatural Forum will also show respect."

He still had a keen grasp of the situation and could see that Yang Jian was having difficulty wrapping things up, now in a standoff with the people from the Supernatural Forum.

This would be an effective time to mediate.

"That's going to cost a fair bit," Cao Yang stated.

Cao Yanhua looked at the old pair of scissors in front of Cao Yang: "Yang Jian has always wanted to reclaim the Ghost Shears from Fang Shiming's possession. If we proactively return them now, I believe Yang Jian will consider it, as long as you have no objections."

"Whatever, it doesn't matter to me," Cao Yang shrugged.

He was just temporarily holding them for fun.

But this thing was too dangerous; Cao Yang felt it wasn't something he could use, and returning it to Yang Jian was no issue.

After all, if one day Yang Jian came for it, he would still have to give it up, right?

"Then let's proceed that way. Shen Liang, go contact Li Yang," Cao Yanhua instructed.

"Alright. No problem."

A temporary mediation plan from headquarters took shape.

But now.

In Dahai City, the clash between Yang Jian and the people of the Supernatural Forum had just begun.

At this moment.

Yang Jian, with a cold expression, strode toward Ye Zhen lying on the ground, ignoring the warnings of others, with an intention to forcibly take Ye Zhen away that seemed unstoppable.

The manager of the Supernatural Forum turned pale when he saw this scene.

He had not expected Yang Jian to initiate an attack, without any concern for the others present.

"Are we going to fight?" asked Ah Wu under his breath, his body tense and covered in cold sweat.

It seemed likely that a real battle to the death was imminent.

Despite Yang Jian's frail and youthful appearance at the moment, if he flipped and started fighting, he might be able to kill him in just a few seconds.

The scent of death seemed almost tangible.

The manager's heart was also racing at this moment, as he watched Yang Jian walking over decisively, the man was on the verge of collapse.

Because he, too, was afraid of death.

Moreover, not only would he die if he lost today, but he would also be labeled as the perpetrator behind the attack, disgraced among relatives, friends, and family, with even his own children feeling ashamed of him.

"Wey Yun, take action, hold Yang Jian back." Gritting his teeth, the manager suddenly shouted out a name.

The next moment.

A tall, skinny, and bizarre man surged forward from the group of people on the Supernatural forum.

The man was wrapped up in a trench coat, but he was so thin that his bones seemed to protrude through his skin, resembling a dried-up corpse that had been lying in a morgue for a long time. His haggard eyes, bloodshot, were fixed on Yang Jian without the slightest hesitation as he rushed towards him.

He moved with a stagger, his tall and skinny body swaying as if he would tumble to the ground at any moment.

Clearly, this man named Wey Yun was a ghost manipulator, though what kind of ghost he had under his control, Yang Jian did not know.

But he would not let an unimportant person probe out the fact that he was not in a good condition right now.

"Kill him." Yang Jian continued walking without pause, speaking coldly.

The next moment.

From an inconspicuous corner nearby, a child wearing the shroud that belonged to a corpse, with a blue-black complexion akin to that of a stillborn, ran out barefoot, his red eyes without pupils conveying a heart-thumping viciousness as they locked onto the man named Wey Yun.

The Ghost Child immediately pounced on him.

"There's a backup plan?" The manager was taken aback internally.

He thought Yang Jian had run out of tricks, and although he was still capable of fighting, if Wey Yun could delay him for just a bit, there was still a chance for a turnaround.

However, Yang Jian did not act personally, but controlled some terrifying supernatural entity to do so.

"What?" The ghost manipulator named Wey Yun became panic-stricken.

The Ghost Child had already struck him.

The soaking wet Ghost Child clung onto his skinny legs and began to climb up, and where it crawled by, it left behind black marks like water stains, yet they made him feel as if something was eroding his body.

His body seemed about to decay.

And that wasn't all.

Wey Yun tried to get rid of the little ghost's entanglement, only to realize he was powerless; the little ghost's strength was terrifying, gripping him tightly as if rooted, and the little ghost itself seemed able to nullify the opposition of supernatural powers.

His own uniqueness was rendered useless in front of this little ghost.

"Is that... a Hungry Ghost?" Ah Wu's eyes suddenly narrowed as he witnessed this scene.

He recognized it.

It was clearly a Second Stage Hungry Ghost, just like the one he had seen in that file, the image of the Hungry Ghost etched in his mind.

"Everyone, attack together, retrieve the boss. If need be, let's all die here," the manager shouted loudly.

He was ready to go down fighting.

Despite being a normal person, he didn't shrink back an inch.

It was like a battle between two armies; to retreat meant complete failure, only by fighting was there a slim chance of survival.

"This is really troublesome." Looking at Ye Zhen, who was less than five meters away, Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't fool these people from the Supernatural forum.

Ye Zhen's men dared to fight desperately against him, each one acting as if they weren't afraid to die, even an ordinary person daring to confront him.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The nearby lights flickered, disrupted by some supernatural power, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed significantly.

And at the same time.

An electronic screen was glowing with a strange light, constantly flickering as if the ghastly apparition of a terrifying ghost was becoming gradually clearer, and the brightness from the screen projecting towards the direction where Yang Jian was.

Not only that.

The air nearby began to suddenly turn moist, clouds shrouded the sky, and a cold, sparse rain started to fall.

.....

Various terrifying supernatural phenomena appeared around.

The members of the Spirit forum were taking action.

At this moment, Yang Jian realized that it was impossible to suppress these people and take Ye Zhen away; on the contrary, he had to fight for his life again.

But the peril this time was far greater than before.

If he wasn't careful, he could die from the ghost's revival.

"I should have brought the Eight-Tone Music Box with me, so I could have fought one more time." Yang Jian took several deep breaths, regretting but not dwelling too much on it.

He had to release the suppression of the Ghost Eye and use the Ghost Domain once more.

Not to confront them, but to escape.

Fleeing with Ye Zhen's corpse and the Coffin Nail, as long as everything went smoothly, and if he was fast enough, it should prevent an immediate revival.

But there was the risk of a gamble.

After all, Yang Jian wasn't sure if it was really feasible, and if he exceeded the limit, he would be doomed.

Right now, there was no choice but to gamble.

However, just at this moment, a sudden strange, sharp, ghostly wailing sound echoed around.

"Stop all actions."

The appearance of this sound momentarily made Yang Jian feel as if his head was empty, instinctively stopping what he was doing.

All other supernatural phenomena around were affected, the cold rain in the sky stopped, not falling any longer, the extinguished lights lit up again, and the terrifying ghost figure that had become clear on the electronic screen once more became blurred, the screen continuing to jump and flicker...

All the supernatural phenomena were pacified by just one sentence.

However, this pacification was only temporary and couldn't last long.

"Was that Lin Luomei's Ghost Sound?" Yang Jian instantly reacted.

"Lin Luomei?"

The other members of the Spirit forum were also very familiar with the ghost she controlled. At this moment, they all looked in her direction.

Lin Luomei was running over this way, her expression panicked, and her body covered in mud, looking extremely disheveled. She did not care about anything else and hurriedly used a megaphone to broadcast a message: "Fushou Garden is out of control, many fierce ghosts have woken from their graves."

"Captain Yang, a call from headquarters."

At this time, Li Yang seized the gap, hurried over, and handed over a phone with a trembling heart.

He dared not get involved in such a battle, instead, he had been watching from not too far away.

Wanting to stop it, but powerless to do so.

"Members of the Spirit forum, give me some face, and let's end this conflict here," Sun Rui also arrived, limping and walking quickly with a cane, his face grim.

He had not expected the situation to become so serious.

Ye Zhen had been defeated, and the remaining people in the Spirit forum wanted to snatch the corpse from Yang Jian's hands.