Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian said, "Listen, I'm not Jesus. I can only try to protect those who should be protected. Right now, you should feel lucky, lucky that you can still stand here and talk to me at length instead of being dead in that hospital's operating room."

"You still have the ability, I can tell, but you've chosen to hide it," Wang Xiaoming looked at Zhang Wei; "A person who should have died is still alive. You have some secrets I don't know."

"So what?" Yang Jian said; "Everyone has secrets, and you're no exception."

"Even if there's the slightest possibility, you should try. I know my request is excessive, but I've done everything I can, and there's still so much you can do. There's still time for you now, but once that thing reaps the entire city, any action you take will be meaningless," Wang Xiaoming said.

Yang Jian looked at him calmly.

Sure enough, Zhang Wei's death had been discovered by Wang Xiaoming.

Although he didn't know how, he must have left some clue that got recorded in the files by the many staff on site last time.

But Wang Xiaoming was only suspicious, not certain. No matter how smart he was, he could never guess the existence of the Ghost Mirror.

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"Are you done? If you are, you can go. You know my current state is not good, and I might recover at any time."

Yang Jian said, "Maybe once I recover, the first person I'll kill will be you."

"Professor Wang, don't provoke Yang Jian any further. The higher-ups have already made the corresponding arrangements. Right now, the most important thing for you is to stay alive for at least fifteen days under Yang Jian's protection," Liu Xiaoyu's voice came from the satellite positioning cellphone.

"Listen, my conscience is saving you," Yang Jian said with a smirk.

Wang Xiaoming was still stubborn, "If you have any methods, you can tell me, and I will do my best to help you. Besides, as long as this matter can be resolved, I will agree to any request of yours, the Ghost Candle, helping you to control the third ghost, or letting you access some secrets that are beyond your level."

"I can even recommend you to join the Captain Plan," he said.

"The Captain Plan? What's that?" Yang Jian asked.

Wang Xiaoming said, "Considering the frequency and severity of future supernatural events, ordinary Ghost Chasers can no longer maintain the safety of a city. So, half a year ago, headquarters drafted another plan, currently named the Captain Plan. The plan aims to devote all of the headquarters' resources to cultivating a certain number of top-tier Ghost Chasers."

"If you can resolve this Hungry Ghost incident, with such a great achievement on the table, plus my recommendation, there's definitely a spot for you among the future Ghost Chaser captains."

"That does sound somewhat interesting," Yang Jian said, rubbing his chin.

He hadn't expected there to be such a plan.

But after some serious thought, he also understood the true purpose of the plan. Currently, whether it's a Ghost Chaser who controls one ghost, or two, they still can't cope with the increasingly frequent supernatural incidents.

And ghosts can grow, and this growth rate is astonishing.

To fight these top-tier horrors, top-tier Ghost Chasers are necessary.

The Captain Plan Wang Xiaoming mentioned was thus conceived.

If one could be selected, it was indeed very tempting; with the resources of a country at one's disposal, it's hard to imagine the heights a chosen person could be trained to.

Ghost Chasers are naturally short-lived, and it's uncertain how long one can live, but if one could be trained as a captain, the problem of how long one could live wouldn't need personal worrying—headquarters would be more concerned than oneself.

"I've offered you all the conditions I can. Do I need to kneel and beg you? If you agree, I have no problems even kowtowing to you," Wang Xiaoming said.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's expression became stern.

To kneel and kowtow to oneself, his brother's murderer—could Wang Xiaoming really endure that?

"You're indeed very noble, I was almost moved," Yang Jian said.

Yang Jian's gaze flickered: "I won't hide it from you, I do have a secret or two, but that's not enough to change everything. Just like the day your action failed, you said it yourself, we have already lost because neither of the two conditions needed to resolve this supernatural event is met."

"Which one can you overcome?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

"I could barely handle another direct encounter."

Yang Jian thought for a moment and said, "But it requires some preparation, and the preparation is very dangerous. There's only about a 10%, maybe 20% chance of success, by my own estimates. If the preparation fails, I'll die."

"Who's going to handle the second condition? Haha, that thing is not an ordinary ghost that can be dealt with by just wrapping it in gold foil. If it can't be restrained, it can't be imprisoned."

Wang Xiaoming said, "We could lure it into the safety house."

"I refuse."

Without even thinking, Yang Jian rejected the suggestion outright; "I've already revealed so much for the sake of this city, that's the best I can do. Do you think I don't want to resolve this incident? Don't forget, I was the one who desperately imprisoned that fourth-stage Ghost Infant."

"If you can't take care of the second condition for me, I'm not even considering it. Don't even think about the safety house. If that's what you're planning, I'll kill you."

He immediately took out a handgun and slapped it on the computer desk beside him.

Zhang Wei, who was sitting next to him, carefully shifted a little when he saw the gun pointing in his direction. He turned the muzzle toward Wang Xiaoming, to prevent any accidental discharge.

Wang Xiaoming was silent, then turned and left the computer room.

Yang Jian's gaze flickered slightly as he spoke into the phone, "Liu Xiaoyu, you're not asleep, are you? You heard what just happened. I'm giving you three spots in my safety house. Bring me two experienced special personnel to watch Wang Xiaoming twenty-four hours a day, not allowing him to do anything but eat, drink, and sleep. You can arrange the remaining spot as you see fit."

"At this critical juncture, if he tries to pull anything, I'm afraid I'll make a mistake I can't take back."

"Understood, someone will be there within half an hour, ensuring Professor Wang doesn't cause trouble," Liu Xiaoyu said.

"No need to guarantee anything. If you fail, I'll just kill him," Yang Jian said.

"..." Liu Xiaoyu felt a headache coming on when he heard this.

Yang Jian was still as headstrong as ever, just like a child.

For Yang Jian, daring to touch the idea of the safety house was unacceptable. It didn't matter if it was Wang Xiaoming, an influential figure in the world, or even if the Deity himself showed up—he wouldn't stand a chance.

He might not fear death, not take the safety house seriously, but Yang Jian couldn't afford to block his own way out.

If the plan failed, wouldn't everyone have to pay with their lives alongside Wang Xiaoming?

It was a trade not worth making.

Sacrificing oneself for others is the work of the Holy Mother, not of a ghost controller.

Suddenly.

At this moment, Yang Jian's other phone received a text message. When he saw the message, his face showed an expression of constipation.

"You did the right thing, we shouldn't listen to whatever Professor Wang says, he'll definitely get us killed," Jiang Yan firmly stood by Yang Jian's side.

Zhang Wei let out a sigh and said, "I thought I could get through life just with computers, but it looks like I was too naive. I didn't even get to play games. What's the point of living like this? I might as well go out and play with guns. Brother Tui, you coming? Let me show you my newly practiced dual-wielding Gun Trembling Technique."

"I need to step out," Yang Jian put down his phone and frowned.

"Where are you going at a time like this?" Jiang Yan was startled.

Yang Jian said, "Playing Jesus."

"By the way, if there are any issues while I'm gone, find Zhang Han. Also, don't let Wang Xiaoming onto the fifth floor. If he insists on going up there, Brother Wai, use your gun to break his legs for me."

"Don't worry, leave it to me. Oh, by the way, which leg should I break if it comes to that?" Zhang Wei asked.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jian said, "Either will do."