Mysterious Revival

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"Am I too late?"

From the helicopter, Wang Xiaoming witnessed his brother Wang Xiaoqiang's sports car disappear into thin air after being overtaken by a beam of red light.

He knew all too well that Wang Xiaoqiang hadn't disappeared; rather, he had fallen into Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.

In the final moments, he had been caught by that Yang Jian after all.

If Wang Xiaoqiang had arrived just half a minute earlier, Wang Xiaoming was confident he could have whisked him away — not even Yang Jian, let alone anyone from above, would have dared to utter a word.

"Land the helicopter," Wang Xiaoming ordered.

Inside the Ghost Domain at this moment.

"Yang Jian!" Wang Xiaoqiang roared through clenched teeth, his heart seething with rage.

Facing Yang Jian, who stood before the wrecked vehicle, Wang Xiaoqiang had never felt such despair.

"You should have expected this outcome yesterday. Did you really think I let you go because I had no choice? It was because I wasn't in good shape myself, and if I had dragged it out, I might have ended up dying alongside Ye Feng from the resurrection of fierce ghosts. Moreover, the Ghost Rope caused me quite a bit of trouble. It's just that you failed to seize the opportunity," Yang Jian said calmly.

Although he appeared strong yesterday, perfectly resolving the assassination attempt, his situation was actually quite precarious.

"Even without anyone else's help, I'm not someone you can kill just because you want to. Don't forget, I'm also a ghost manipulator. I'll fight to the bitter end," Wang Xiaoqiang growled as he struggled out of the crumpled car wreckage.

Yang Jian watched as Wang Xiaoqiang, with difficulty, crawled out of the crushed and distorted car. Before Wang Xiaoqiang could steady himself, the black Ghost Shadow at Yang Jian's feet spread over him, tightened around his neck, and hoisted him into the air.

"What was that? Fight to the bitter end? Now, try doing that for me," Yang Jian taunted.

With that, the Ghost Shadow tightened its grip, and Wang Xiaoqiang's neck made a cracking sound as if it were about to snap.

Wang Xiaoqiang's face turned beet red, unable to utter a word.

"No wonder you fled this way; your big brother was here to meet you. Too bad, you acted a little too late. If you had escaped overnight yesterday, maybe you would have had a chance to leave Dachang City. Now... sorry, but you can only die here."

"You can't kill me; my big brother is right nearby." Wang Xiaoqiang gasped out the words, nearly suffocating.

In front of this Yang Jian, he didn't even have the right to fight to the bitter end.

Yang Jian said, "If a person's life is almost gone, what else is there to fear?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the abandoned car wreckage nearby.

At that moment, rain began to fall from the sky, pattering down on Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Gas, gasoline?"

Wang Xiaoqiang's face changed instantly when he smelled the odor; he knew that Yang Jian had used the Ghost Domain to transfer the gasoline from the tank right above his head.

"You're harboring a ghost inside your body, but what truly belongs to you is just the outer skin. That is truly frightening. The fact that you can survive with only a layer of skin left is a testament to the amazing power of fierce ghosts. Being able to control such a ghost is impressive, I admit, but it's a pity you don't know how to use it effectively.

If I burn off that outer layer, do you think you can still survive?" Yang Jian said.

Wang Xiaoqiang immediately began to struggle fiercely.

But it was futile; it wasn't Yang Jian who held him, but the black Ghost Shadow.

He could not break free from the grasp of a ghost.

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"It seems I was right." Yang Jian took out a lighter from his pocket.

"Yang Jian, is Wang Xiaoqiang in your hands? Can we talk?" At this time, Wang Xiaoming's voice came from outside the Ghost Domain.

"Bi-, Big brother?" Wang Xiaoqiang became somewhat agitated, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for survival.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and didn't immediately kill Wang Xiaoqiang, but instead made the Ghost Domain visible.

Inside, a world covered in red light appeared on the road like a projection.

"Professor Wang, long time no see. How is the research on the Ghost Coffin coming along?" Yang Jian greeted calmly.

Wang Xiaoming said, "The progress is quite smooth, thanks largely to your help. Being able to retrieve the Ghost Coffin and rescue Feng Quan has greatly impacted my research."

"That's good to hear. Professor Wang, you've got so much on your plate, working hard for the peace of all humanity. My modest contributions are nothing." Yang Jian said, "However, since I've contributed to Professor Wang's research, why does your brother feel the need to join with other ghost masters to assassinate me?"

"Is it to silence me, to permanently keep the news of the Ghost Coffin a secret?"

Wang Xiaoming's expression shifted slightly. He obviously understood the personal enmity between Wang Xiaoqiang and Yang Jian, and these words undoubtedly elevated a personal grudge to a much higher level.

If he chose to save Wang Xiaoqiang, it would be the same as admitting that he was behind the assassination attempt.

This would have a considerable impact domestically.

"Name a price. As long as it's within my power, I will do it. You won't be at a loss," Wang Xiaoming didn't respond but instead directly proposed his terms.

Yang Jian said, "Last time I asked you, what's more important between a ghost master and a manager? And you didn't hesitate to kill the latter."

"There's no benefit for you in killing my good-for-nothing brother. If you are willing to spare him this time, I can assure you he will never appear before you again and will not cause you any more trouble." Wang Xiaoming paused and added, "He's the only brother I have."

"And my mother has only one son."

Yang Jian said, "If I die, my family's line ends with me. If Wang Xiaoqiang dies, he still has you, his older brother. If I let him go now, then who spared me yesterday?"

Wang Xiaoming furrowed his brow deeply, "Still, name a price."

"Sorry, my willingness to meet with you isn't because I plan to spare Wang Xiaoqiang, but rather, out of respect for your brotherhood, I'm willing to do the decent thing and let you see Wang Xiaoqiang one last time, so you can't accuse me of being inhumane. Besides, you should know that this isn't the first time he has tried to take me down; I've already given him a chance before."

"But there will always be people who test your limits. This time it's him; next time it will be someone else. If you're not assertive, you'll get hit, bullied. After all, I'm no match for you, a prominent professor with status and position. I'm just an insignificant ghost master, and how much longer I can live is an unknown. If I'm not ruthless enough, I can't even secure a foothold in Dachang City."

Saying this, the Ghost Shadow behind him lifted Wang Xiaoqiang up to his face.

Wang Xiaoming, seeing Wang Xiaoqiang so close, instinctively reached out to grab him, but his hand passed right through Wang Xiaoqiang's body.

The scene before him wasn't real, merely something Yang Jian showed him through the Ghost Domain.

Who knows where the real one is.

"Bi-, Big brother, save me." Wang Xiaoqiang was filled with fear, feeling the threat of death.

But truly facing this moment, he did not want to die.

With pleading and crying, he begged Wang Xiaoming for rescue.

However, the next moment, Wang Xiaoqiang's skin began to turn rapidly blackened and he writhed in pain and howled.

"Yang Jian, you…" Wang Xiaoming's face changed drastically upon seeing this.

Although there were no visible flames, he guessed that his brother Wang Xiaoqiang was in the midst of a fierce fire.

The fire, after all, was lit.

"This time, I don't want to name a price. There are some things that cannot be compromised," said Yang Jian.

"Brother, brother, save me..." Wang Xiaoqiang stretched out his hand, now turning charred black, towards Wang Xiaoming, tears of regret streaming from his eyes.

Wang Xiaoming reached out to grab it, but caught nothing; he could only watch helplessly as his little brother perished in the fierce flames of the Ghost Domain.

The struggling sounds grew fainter and fainter.

Soon, that pitch-black arm dropped without strength.

Afterward, the flesh sticking to his body fell off in large chunks like earthen plaster losing its adhesive quality, rapidly revealing a ghastly white skeleton beneath.

No matter how fiercely the fire burned, the skeleton remained intact as if new.

Suddenly.

Those chilling white bone palms suddenly moved, grabbing the Ghost Shadow around the neck.

This eerie action was definitely not under Wang Xiaoqiang's control.

He was already dead.

What was left was this Skeleton Ghost, devoid of the flesh that belonged to Wang Xiaoqiang, burned away without a trace.

Even if his ghost was bizarrely powerful, it shouldn't have been possible to resurrect Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoming, who personally turned his little brother into a ghost manipulator, knew better than anyone that his brother had died in the Ghost Domain, completely vanished from this world.

Even he couldn't bring Wang Xiaoqiang back to life.

"Why, why didn't you listen to me, why didn't you run sooner, why did you cause such a disaster outside," Wang Xiaoming wept bitterly, kneeling on the ground, his whole being nearly collapsing.

"Professor." The escort staff quickly supported Wang Xiaoming.

They then looked at Yang Jian in the Ghost Domain with a complex gaze.

They could not blame or even resent him.

Because Yang Jian was the person in charge of Dachang City, and Wang Xiaoqiang was a criminal, a fugitive explicitly named in the warrant. Even if he was killed on the spot, Yang Jian would be credited without fault.

So, Yang Jian had done nothing wrong.

"Wang Xiaoqiang is dead, and the ghost inside him is out. You should be clearer about its capabilities than I am. If Professor Wang is willing to cooperate with my work, you could share what you know. Of course, if you don't want to say anything, I won't force you. This will be resolved one way or another," Yang Jian said.

The escort personnel widened their eyes at Yang Jian.

You've just killed his brother, and you have the nerve to ask for information?

However, if we're talking strictly business, Professor Wang indeed should cooperate with Yang Jian's work. After all, it was him who originally let loose the ghost from the lab, and he has an obligation to take responsibility.

Wang Xiaoming slowly stood up from the ground. He didn't wipe the tears from his face but immediately turned and left.

Although his heart ached, he bore no grudge against Yang Jian.

Because today, Yang Jian truly had done nothing wrong. If the one being hunted down wasn't Wang Xiaoqiang, but another ghost manipulator, he would have fully supported Yang Jian's approach.

A lawless ghost manipulator should be eliminated, as such a person is a greater threat to society than any malevolent spirit.

"Professor?"

Wang Xiaoming said, "Don't say anything, go back to the lab, I must continue my research."

The escort staff looked solemn and dared not say anything further.

Before boarding the helicopter, Wang Xiaoming looked back expressionlessly and said, "Even though you killed my brother, I hope in the future you prove to be valuable enough. The moment I judge you to be more dangerous than beneficial in my eyes, I will not hesitate to use all my strength to kill you."

"Until then, I remain a professor, and you are still the person in charge of Dachang City. I will not show any bias in work matters. If you want to detain this ghost, you must dismantle this skeleton and imprison them separately to prevent its resurrection. Otherwise, it will always find a way to come back together.

Also, don't let it touch the flesh and blood of the living, or it will parasitize the body of the next person until it reaches some condition for Resurrection."

"So to speak, this ghost is quite docile, not reviving on its own, but being passively resurrected. It seems that Professor Wang picked it out meticulously for Wang Xiaoqiang to control," said Yang Jian, his expression shifting slightly.

If it's as Professor Wang described, the value of this Skeleton Ghost is unimaginable.

Using Wang Xiaoqiang just for self-protection is simply a waste. With such a skeleton, which cannot be killed and won't revive on its own, one virtually owns the means to deal with any ghost.

Without another word, Wang Xiaoming quickly boarded the helicopter and left Dachang City.

Yang Jian watched him depart, thinking, "He could endure watching me kill Wang Xiaoqiang right in front of him; this professor is indeed quite out of the ordinary."

From Professor Wang's past behavior, it was evident that he greatly cared for his brother.

To press down such deep hatred and yet be willing to undertake official duties impartially.

He's either a vengeful hero biding his time or a sage with the world in his heart.

"Whether he holds a grudge against me in his heart or becomes my enemy in the future, I don't regret today's decision," Yang Jian's gaze turned cold, without a trace of remorse.

Killing Wang Xiaoqiang was not about other meanings; it was about revenge.

All concerns of interests, background, everything else was nonsense.

Watching the struggling Skeleton Ghost before him, Yang Jian controlled the Ghost Shadow to dismember it.

This ghost was weaker than the Ghost Shadow, annoying only because it was hard to kill.

With Yang Jian's own hands, the intact Skeleton Ghost was forcibly broken into pieces of bone.

The white bones, not a trace of flesh on them, looked like a classroom skeleton specimen.

After disassembly, Yang Jian saw the bones trying to come together, seemingly attempting to reassemble. With the crucial information provided, he immediately wrapped each bone in the gold foil paper he carried.

After wrapping, the scattered bones on the ground quieted down.

No more anomalies.

Yang Jian collected these items, then closed the Ghost Domain and left the area.

"Next step, consider how to deal with Ye Feng," he thought.

However, as he was leaving, he felt something and suddenly looked up at the sky.

It was just after two in the afternoon, yet the Dachang City sky seemed dimmer, as if shrouded in a layer of dark blue.

Gloom?

Yang Jian frowned slightly but thought no more of it.