Mysterious Revival

Jiang Yan seemed to have revived with full health as she ran and roamed around the five-story sales center.

"So big, this living room is so big, it’s like shopping in a mall."

"The second floor is a conference hall, this sofa is really nice, sitting on it feels so comfortable."

"There’s even a gym on the third floor, and a swimming pool, that’s amazing."

"Fourth floor... huh, who’s in that room?"

When Jiang Yan got to the fourth floor, she saw a room with the door open, where dim lights flickered, and voices were coming out.

"Is it a person or a ghost?" she started to feel scared.

She then remembered, she was the only one in the huge villa, and the silence around her felt quite terrifying.

"The residence that Yang Jian arranged definitely won’t have ghosts." Thinking this way, Jiang Yan felt a bit more at ease and cautiously peeked inside.

She saw a person sitting at a computer desk, playing a game.

"Hm? There’s footsteps." Zhang Wei frowned at the computer, realizing things were not simple.

Locating by sound.

Zhang Wei immediately looked toward Jiang Yan standing outside the room.

"A thief? There’s nothing to steal here, scram quickly, don’t disturb me playing games."

"I’m not a thief, who are you? What are you doing in my house?" Jiang Yan immediately said.

"Your house? What proof do you have that this is your house, just because you’re wearing silk stockings on your legs? Or because you smell like skewers of mutton?" Zhang Wei sneered, dismissively saying.

Jiang Yan said, "I am Yang Jian’s girlfriend, this villa was bought by Yang Jian, how is it not my home? Who exactly are you? If you don’t explain, I’m going to call the police."

"Yang Jian’s girlfriend? How come that kid never mentioned it." Zhang Wei put down his headset and stood up; "Are you really Yang Jian’s girlfriend?"

"Of course, we often sleep together," Jiang Yan said.

Zhang Wei said, "Call me Dad."

Huh?

Zhang Wei spoke in a deep voice, "Yang Jian is my son, if you two have gotten to that point, shouldn’t you call me ’Dad’?"

"Ah, Uncle?"

Jiang Yan was instantly flustered; "I’m sorry, Uncle, I didn’t recognize you, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean it just now, it’s my first time here, and I’m not very familiar with the place."

She apologized profusely and bowed deeply.

Fearing that she had offended Yang Jian’s father.

"Call me Dad, just a ’Dad’ and we’ll be family from now on." Zhang Wei nodded and said.

"Dad~!" Jiang Yan called out, both shy and happy.

"Good girl, I’ll give you a hard drive as a wedding gift later," Zhang Wei said with satisfaction; "Go have fun, don’t disturb me playing games."

"Okay, alright." Jiang Yan was taken aback.

She hadn’t expected Yang Jian’s father to be so young at heart, engrossed in computer games,

After leaving, the more Jiang Yan thought about it, the more something seemed off. Did Yang Jian even have a father? She never heard him mention one, but she did hear that his mother had gone away on a business trip and might be returning soon.

At this moment.

Yang Jian brought in four hundred kilograms of Gold all at once.

"Didn’t expect Ghost Shadow to have such a use," he glanced at the dark shadow behind him.

Ghost Shadow was like a coat rack at the moment, with all the boxes filled with Gold hanging on it, and as Yang Jian moved forward, it followed closely behind him, the four hundred kilograms not too much for a shadow that didn’t even have a physical body.

Indeed, in front of a ghost, science doesn’t apply.

He moved the Gold to the fifth floor through the elevator and then locked it in a room.

Besides the idea of investing, buying so much Gold was mainly because Yang Jian wanted to build a safe room.

A room lined with Gold, preventing ghostly attacks, a temporary safe haven.

Of course, this was just a concept.

To implement it, a huge financial backing was necessary.

Four hundred kilograms of Gold was clearly not sufficient.

But that was okay, for the safety of his family in the future, all of it was worth it. At worst, the Gold would appreciate in value if left there, along with being readily available for immediate use.

Gold would only become scarcer in the market over time.

Once supernatural events fully erupted, it might even become difficult to purchase with money.

Thus, Yang Jian was planning for the future.

Keeping money at hand was useless; it needed to be converted into something more valuable. Not for luxury, but for better survival.

That was the reason he spared no effort to make money.

"Yang Jian, does your dad also live here?" At this moment, Jiang Yan found him and asked, "I think I saw your dad on the fourth floor just now."

"Your dad just moved in here," Yang Jian said. "My father passed away when I was in elementary school. You must be seeing ghosts."

"Ah? But, but there was definitely someone upstairs just now claiming to be your dad. Don’t scare me," Jiang Yan said, shrinking down instantly at the mention of ghosts and hiding behind Yang Jian.

"Someone else is upstairs? I’ll go check it out," Yang Jian said.

He frowned and thought about it. There shouldn’t be anyone else here, just the few of them.

Upon reaching the fourth floor.

Jiang Yan pointed at a room with lights on and said, "It’s in there."

But Yang Jian was not afraid. He walked straight over and saw Zhang Wei sitting there playing video games.

"I almost forgot, Zhang Wei has no place to live, so he’s staying with me temporarily."

"Zhang Wei? Not your dad?"

"Of course not."

"But he clearly said you were his son just now," Jiang Yan said.

"He’s also my grandson," Yang Jian said. "Don’t bother me with such trivial matters in the future."

Jiang Yan instantly understood she had been hoodwinked by Zhang Wei.

She had called out ’Dad’ for nothing.

A big loss indeed.

Feeling both embarrassed and angry, she thought about it.

"Yo, Brother Tui is here? Wanna play some chicken? I just bought this computer this afternoon; it’s got great performance," Zhang Wei warmly invited Yang Jian as he spotted him.

Yang Jian glanced over.

There were already four or five computers set up in the room, along with new computer desks. It seemed like he planned to stay here and play video games as a true homebody.

"You dare to go out and buy a computer? Aren’t you afraid of dying?" Yang Jian said.

"I found that if I just put a paper bag over my head, even looking in the mirror doesn’t matter anymore. The ghost doesn’t appear in the mirror. I’m really fucking smart." Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Zhang Wei put a paper bag on his head and cut three holes for his eyes and mouth.

"But if I’m not mistaken, that ghost should be in this room," Yang Jian said.

"Who cares, all the mirrors here have been covered up by people, there definitely won’t be a problem, don’t worry," Zhang Wei said, focusing intently on his game.

Not even a haunting could stop his determination to play games.

"You keep playing. I’m going to take a shower and sleep. I still need to find out tomorrow why the workers in the community are disappearing and the reason you’re haunted by a vengeful ghost. I don’t want to be stuck unable to sell these properties. I’m counting on making a fortune here," Yang Jian said.

He could no longer afford to play games without a care in the world.

After becoming a ghost hunter, he’d witnessed one cruel event after another. There was much to consider; he’d matured without even realizing it.

But compared to the maturity gained from skirting the edges of death, he yearned for the simplicity of Zhang Wei’s life.

A computer, a bed, and billions in family assets.

He once enjoyed the luxury of a private swimming pool.

And washed off the faint stench of decay from his body.

All of a sudden, Yang Jian remembered something.

Zhang Wei was here.

The ghost must be here too.

He would be careful of mirrors, and he had previously reminded Jiang Yan, telling her to watch out.

But there was one more person here.

The female car salesperson, Zhang Liqin.

She seemed oblivious to the fact that the place wasn’t entirely safe.

"This can’t be good," Yang Jian furrowed his brows, losing the mood to bathe. He immediately left the swimming pool to find Zhang Liqin.

If Zhang Liqin were attacked, replaced by the ghost in the mirror, what would happen afterward was anyone’s guess.

"Big Sister Jiang, did you see that Zhang Liqin earlier?" Yang Jian entered the room and asked.

At that moment, Jiang Yan was hiding under the blankets, and she poked her head out: "I, I didn’t see her, no. Are you sure there really is a ghost here?"

"Yes, there is one, but it’s not a major issue," Yang Jian said.

"Then, don’t look for her. Just come to bed and sleep," Jiang Yan said with a gloomy face. "I’ll move aside for you; this much space is enough for me."

Without Yang Jian, she’d definitely suffer from insomnia tonight.

"No, Zhang Liqin doesn’t know about the situation here. If she gets hurt, you’ll all be in trouble too," Yang Jian said. "I’ll just remind her, and once she knows, she should be fine if she’s just a little careful."

"Then get back quickly, I’ll wait for you," Jiang Yan said.

Without responding to her, Yang Jian immediately turned and left.