Mysterious Revival

"President Yang, you’re finally back."

Upon arriving at the community, as soon as the car stopped and he had just walked into the villa, he saw the living room filled with people.

There were Zhang Han, Zhang Wei, Jiang Yan, Zhang Xiangu, and Wang Xiaoming, as well as some unfamiliar faces, mostly relatives of some residents. Beside Wang Xiaoming sat two strong and serious-looking bodyguards, one on each side. It seemed the arrangements made earlier were effective. Discover stories with empire

Liu Xiaoyu’s efficiency in handling matters was still very high.

Speaking was Zhang Wei’s uncle, a man in his thirties wearing a suit.

"What happened?" Yang Jian felt something was off about the atmosphere here.

Zhang Xiangu was covering his bleeding head and said, "What else could it be? The workers have revolted, unwilling to stay and work here anymore. Just before, the contractor took them all away, and I couldn’t stop them."

"Uncle Zhang, are you alright?" Yang Jian asked.

"I’m fine, it’s just a scratch," Zhang Xiangu said; "But this way, I’m afraid the safety house won’t be completed."

"How much has been completed so far?" Yang Jian said.

"The main structure is finished, but the supporting facilities aren’t yet complete. If it needs to be used now, the safety house can protect people for at most about ten days, after which it will become unsuitable to live in due to lack of water, electricity, and other issues. At that point, we will have to open the safety house again for maintenance and supplies," Zhang Xiangu said.

The construction of the safety house was not easy; it wasn’t just about building a room, there were many aspects to consider.

"Can we only stay for a maximum of ten days?" Yang Jian frowned slightly.

It was much shorter than expected.

In his calculations, the safety house would need to accommodate people for at least two to three months, not as long as a year or half a year.

Yang Jian then looked at the people and said, "Don’t look so down. It’s their loss, those workers who ran away. In my view, the Guanjiang Residential Complex is the safest one in the entire Dachang City. By leaving here, they’re going to more dangerous places."

"Even with the offer of ten thousand per day to keep them working here, they wouldn’t stay, even though we promised to allocate housing for them to live in here. They really don’t know what’s best for them," grumbled Zhang Wei’s uncle.

"In the face of a great disaster, everyone is out for themselves; it’s not surprising for them to do anything," Yang Jian said.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming suddenly said, "You went to the city center? And you saved someone? That doesn’t fit your style at all. Never mind. Can you tell us what the situation has become there?"

Yang Jian glanced at the exhausted and powerless Zhang Liqin behind him and said, "Jiang Yan, take her to have a bath and eat something."

"Oh~!" Jiang Yan looked at Zhang Liqin with a weird expression and led her away from the living room.

"As you said before, it’s almost completely fallen. Ghosts are spreading out from the city center, and I estimate we’ll see that thing here within three days," Yang Jian said.

As soon as he said this, the faces of the others in the living room changed, some showing outright fear.

The safety house wasn’t fully constructed yet, and the ghostly creature might appear in the Guanjiang Residential Complex within three days. Those who were faint-hearted were trembling.

"It’s as bad as expected," Wang Xiaoming said, touching his chin. But he was cuffed at the wrist, the handcuffs extending to a special security officer’s hand.

He was now thoroughly protected.

"The safety house can’t protect so many people; many will die."

Zhang Han was silent, smoking a cigarette and then said, "There’s enough food and water stored, but that doesn’t solve the critical issue. The remaining people can’t live with the ghosts for long, even if we know the patterns and how to avoid being killed, it’s only temporary."

"There’s not just one Fourth Stage Ghost Infant that died like Ye Feng; that thing will kill all the people who are cursed. Everyone here has breathed in this gloom."

A quick calculation was clear in everyone’s mind.

The safety house, at most, could accommodate twenty people, the rest would have to stay in the community.

Though the community was temporarily safe, soon it would become like the center of Dachang City.

"So, what do we do now?" Zhang Xiangu asked.

But no one answered him; everyone else fell silent.

What to do?

This was a very heavy topic.

At this moment, Yang Jian had already made a decision. He looked at the silent people and said, "Since you all don’t know what to do, then listen to my opinion."

Everyone suddenly looked towards Yang Jian.

"Uncle Zhang, how many people can the safety house accommodate at most now?" Yang Jian asked.

"Nineteen," Zhang Xiangu said; "No more than that."

"Alright, then nineteen it will be."

Yang Jian said, "Prepare from tomorrow, letting nineteen people enter the safety house to take refuge. As for the allocation of spots, let’s start discussing now. My requirement is not high, I only need five essential spots. Apart from the three spots I previously promised to send out to the Ghost Masters Headquarters, I want to give the remaining two spots to Wang Xiaoming and Jiang Yan.

The rest of you will decide."

"What about you?" Wang Xiaoming looked at him.

The others were also surprised.

The initiator of the safety house, Yang Jian, had actually not considered himself.

"As a Ghost Master, there’s no use for me in the safety house; if a fierce ghost resurfaces inside, you will all die. Plus, I still have other things to do," Yang Jian said.

"I’m tired, I’m going to rest, the rest is up to you, Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Xiangu gave a bitter smile, feeling a huge pressure fall upon him. All the remaining fourteen spots were now his responsibility, and any misstep could spell disaster.

Yang Jian had no mind to consider these things at the moment, leaving such troublesome matters to those who were seasoned and experienced.

Let those who should worry, worry.

Of course, he wasn’t idle either.

He went up to the fifth floor alone.

Zhang Xiangu was smart indeed, having foreseen the issue of power outages, so he had prepared several generators days in advance, even stocking up on diesel. Because of that, the villa still maintained its power supply.

Yang Jian did not turn on the lights, but instead sat on a chair in front of a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the murky scene outside. He took out a satellite positioning mobile phone, ready to make a series of calls.

"This is Yang Jian, currently safe. I wish to speak with someone from the Ghost Master Headquarters."

Liu Xiaoyu, in the communications room, lay resting on the desk, dark circles under her eyes from days without proper sleep. Hearing Yang Jian’s voice through her headphones, she jerked awake.

"Yang Jian, this is operator Liu Xiaoyu. How are things on your end?"

"Not good. I don’t have time to chat with you right now. I need to speak with someone from headquarters, arrange it for me."

"Are you looking for the captain, or...?" Liu Xiaoyu asked. "Previously, our Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua wanted to connect with you, but it was put on hold because you were in the city center."

"Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua? Even better. Get all the influential people from Ghost Master Headquarters to join this voice conference. Tell them it concerns the life and death of Dachang City. How to arrange it is your job. I’m giving you twenty minutes.

Don’t make me wait too long," said Yang Jian.

"Have Wang Xiaoming join as well. Tell him to come to the fifth floor alone. Remember, alone."

"Okay, I’ll get on it right now. Give me fifteen minutes; that will be enough," said Liu Xiaoyu, suddenly springing into action.

She was trembling all over, uncertain if it was from nervousness or fear, but she could sense that the upcoming meeting would face incredibly severe issues.

Yang Jian put down the satellite positioning phone and waited quietly.

In just a few minutes, hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor.

It was Jiang Yan, who, gasping for breath, ran up. She pushed open the door and rushed in without turning on the lights. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Why did you come up? I remember you’re supposed to be afraid of coming to the fifth floor," said Yang Jian, glancing back but then turning away again.

"Why." Jiang Yan was visibly agitated.

"What why?" Yang Jian, sitting in the chair, had his back to her.

"Why are you so nice to me? Giving me the spot and not keeping one for yourself?" said Jiang Yan.

"You mean what happened downstairs just now? It’s nothing. You are my employee, and I promised to ensure your safety," said Yang Jian. "Since I said so, I mean it. That much trustworthiness I do have."

"Are you going to be okay?" asked Jiang Yan, approaching with concern.

Yang Jian contemplated for a moment and then said, "I suppose... I’ll likely die."

"Then don’t die, okay? What am I supposed to do if you die? You can’t just leave me behind," cried Jiang Yan, holding onto Yang Jian’s arm and squatting beside him, looking utterly forlorn.

"Big Sister Jiang, no one wants it to be this way, but this is the best possible outcome. If I die, and you manage to survive, find yourself another boss in the future. The world has changed, and we all have to face life and death sooner or later," Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan, crying, shook her head quickly and said, "No, I won’t work for anyone else. Come with me to the safe house. It can be like when we lived in the apartment. I can squeeze in and make room for you."

"It’s not that I don’t have a spot in the safe house. I just don’t want to go. Forget it, you wouldn’t understand. I still have things to do; please leave. You know the fifth floor is dangerous... What are you doing, Big Sister Jiang?

Why are you touching me? Hey, stop unbuttoning my pants. Stop it, or I’ll call for help."

"Surviving in a safe house isn’t guaranteed either. I don’t want to live with regrets. Today, I’m making a stand," said Jiang Yan, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Normally, she couldn’t believe she would do something like this.

"I’m sorry."

Suddenly, a sound came from behind, and without knowing when, Wang Xiaoming was standing there: "If you two wish to continue, I could wait for three minutes."

"Three minutes? Who do you think you’re looking down on?" Yang Jian raised an eyebrow.

Wang Xiaoming calmly replied, "It’s just the average standard from my personal research. Three minutes is the ideal."

"I... I’ll go out first," said Jiang Yan, her face burning red with shame, bowing her head and quickly leaving.

"What did you call me here for, alone? I recall you’re not very welcoming when it comes to your home on the fifth floor," Wang Xiaoming said, glancing around after Jiang Yan had left, "You’ve locked all these rooms, what’s inside?"

Yang Jian, after fixing his pants, said, "Terror."

"I do value personal privacy quite a bit. There’s no need to guard against me like that," responded Wang Xiaoming.

"Then why did you just have to open every door?" asked Yang Jian.

"Just a professional habit, it doesn’t imply anything," replied Wang Xiaoming.

"This time, I’ve requested a phone conference with headquarters, and you’re part of it. After this meeting, you won’t have anything to do with it. Stay in the safe house and behave yourself," said Yang Jian.

"Oh, and what do you want to discuss with those people at headquarters?"

"You’ll know soon enough," said Yang Jian.