Mysterious Revival-Chapter 708 - 675: Return Arrival

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A special flight took off from an airport outside Kobe City.

Besides the pilot, Yang Jian was the only passenger on the plane, but if you count some special things, the plane could be considered quite lively.

The Ghost Child wandered inside the cabin, having lost its Dead Man's Head, its movements became more frequent, as if lacking a beloved toy, it began to shift its attention to other places.

In addition to that, a box in the cargo hold containing the Door Knocking Ghost was the most important thing on this return trip.

Losing a rotten Dead Man's Head in exchange for a contained Door Knocking Ghost, the deal wasn't bad at all.

The only thing Yang Jian sitting inside the plane worried about now was whether the plane might suddenly lose control and fall from the sky.

He wouldn't die, but the Door Knocking Ghost would definitely be lost.

One would think President Mishima of the Exorcism Club wouldn't do such a boring thing.

As the plane headed for Dachang City.

The place that held the previous banquet, a brief disturbance had also subsided.

"Has Yang Jian already departed?"

President Mishima, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, asked at this moment.

The ghosts left behind after Yamazaki's death had been dealt with.

Although there was a cost, thankfully the damages were not more severe and everything remained within tolerable limits.

"Yes, the plane has already departed," Wang Xin appeared nearby, saying in a low voice.

President Mishima looked at the nearly dispersed banquet and sighed, "That bastard Yamazaki, even in death he only causes me trouble, I made a mistake in judging the situation, I was wrong, I thought that someone like Yang Jian, no matter how strong, would have a limit, not much stronger than Yamazaki or Ishida."

"Now it seems I have been negligent; the intelligence on Yang Jian was too outdated, despite my having overestimated, it was still too forced."

Wang Xin's expression was grave, his complexion also not looking good.

Indeed.

Yang Jian's capabilities were incredibly astonishing, single-handedly overpowering a dozen members of the Exorcism Club and making them unable to raise their heads, had the matter not been stopped immediately, had a real fight broken out, perhaps Yang Jian might have died, but the Exorcism Club would have been completely finished, even if they had survived, it would only be as a few crippled soldiers.

In truth, they had underestimated him.

Had a real fight broken out, the Exorcism Club would definitely have been annihilated because Yang Jian had another trump card: the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box.

He could use the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box to save his life once, if he encountered real danger, he wouldn't mind opening it a second time, as for whether he could survive the next few days, that would be out of his control.

"Yang Jian is not only qualified to be a jade, he is the jade,"

President Mishima collected his wistful expression and suddenly became serious, "Do you think Yang Jian can be recruited over here? Although he is a foreigner, with such abilities, he would be enough to convince everyone."

What they referred to as jade, in fact, meant a general, a commander...

At headquarters, that would be a commander of the entire force.

Someone needed to press down on everyone, command everyone, mobilize everyone.

Ordinary people could no longer control ghost tamers, at this time, a top ghost tamer even more elite than ghost tamers was needed to control them, so that the situation wouldn't spiral out of control.

But in the current situation, finding such a person was extremely difficult, almost unrealistic.

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I had thought that Yamazaki was qualified, but now it seems I had indeed overestimated him. He's just second-rate, flexing his muscles only on home turf. Once he steps outside his country, he'd surely be taken down easily, which would be a massive embarrassment.

"When Yang Jian left just now, he took Keiko with him, but he didn't take her on the plane," Wang Xin shared the recent news.

"A girl as adorable as that, and Yang Jian was unmoved?" President Mishima's gaze flickered.

Wang Xin said, "Such people are devoid of feelings. However, Yang Jian seemed in good spirits. I saw two very beautiful women in his office, likely his secretaries, which suggests his mental state is fairly normal, at least not twisted. Therefore, I deduce that even if we try to woo him, at best we could only establish cooperation. The probability of Yang Jian becoming one of our pieces is very small."

"Moreover, we can't get past Cao Yanhua. Even though there is some friction between Yang Jian and their headquarters now, when push comes to shove, I'm afraid Yang Jian would still step forward."

"After all, his home is over there. Yang Jian is a very family-oriented person."

"Your analysis makes sense," President Mishima nodded.

But then he thought about Yamazaki's death and started to feel the pain of loss again. This time they were supposed to exchange money for the preservation of the Exorcism Club's strength, but they hadn't expected Yamazaki to throw his life away so uselessly.

No, it shouldn't be said that it was completely without value.

At the very least, it highlighted the importance of Yang Jian even more.

Around eight o'clock in the evening, the private jet returned to Dachang City.

A round trip in less than a day. The efficiency was indeed high. Anyone unaware would think Yang Jian had just gone on a brief business trip and come back, without actually doing anything.

Who would have thought that this trip would bring an end to the Door Knocking Ghost incident that had troubled the Exorcism Club for days?

Once off the plane, Yang Jian immediately started to look for a place to keep the captive Door Knocking Ghost. This thing was too dangerous. Although the security level of the box was high, he didn't feel at ease. After all, the ghost inside was only contained, not restrained, and if an accident occurred, it could very likely escape again.

"I need a safe house, no, something to detain a ghost," Yang Jian reflected aloud.

He had just called Zang Hua, asking him to send someone to transport the box.

The most commonly used device for containing ghosts so far is a gold box, but it's quite inconvenient. It can't be accessed whenever desired and requires a strong backing, like the headquarters here or the Exorcism Club over there. But he didn't want that, as it was too limiting.

"How did the ghost handlers during the Republic of China Period deal with this problem?"

Yang Jian suddenly thought of this.

"They didn't use gold boxes like I do to contain ghosts. They used strange objects... The Ghost Mirror, for instance, is a container for a ghost. The headquarters also has a paranormal object, I think it's called the Human Skin Lantern, which also contains a ghost."

"But those things are not suitable for me."

After some thought, he finally shook his head and gave up.

It seemed he hadn't reached that level yet; it was a bit too early to think about this.

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Speaking of time,

the trade with the Ghost Cabinet was coming tonight at midnight.

The seven days of protection had passed. Now Yang Jian was obliged to accept a task from the Ghost Cabinet unconditionally, and he had to complete it. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, in extreme situations, Yang Jian was prepared to default on the deal.

After all, making deals with a ghost, only fools take it seriously.

How did the previous owner of the Ghost Cabinet die?

Yang Jian surmised it was directly related to the Ghost Cabinet.

The previous generation of spirit tamers couldn't hold out, and Yang Jian didn't think he would be able to in the end either. Although the Ghost Cabinet had indeed been a great help to him, there comes a time when one must dismantle the bridge after crossing the river.

Soon.

Zang Hua brought people to the airport and began to transport the case containing the Door Knocking Ghost.

"Team leader Yang, it looks like your business trip went smoothly; you're returning so soon," he approached with a smile and greeted.

"It wasn't smooth; I almost died there," Yang Jian shook his head slightly, "The Door Knocking Ghost is not that simple. I resolved it using some rather cunning methods. If it came to a real confrontation, I might have been killed by the ghost. Anyway, it's all over now, so let's not talk about these depressing matters."

"You've come at the right time, help me investigate a place."

Zang Hua asked, "What place do you want to investigate?"

"I don't know either; I only have coordinates. I roughly located it, and it's near Dahan City, but I've never been to the exact spot, so I hope you can investigate it in advance. There might be a situation there, so be extra cautious during the investigation; people could die."

As Yang Jian reminded him, he sent the recorded coordinates to Zang Hua.

Zang Hua glanced at it and nodded solemnly.

"This is a private matter of mine; don't report it to headquarters for the time being."

Yang Jian said, "Of course, if you really want to report it, I can't stop you, but then I won't come to you for help next time."

"Understood, I'll investigate clearly first. As for whether to report it, I'll decide based on the situation," Zang Hua said, obviously not so inflexible when it came to handling matters.

Yang Jian didn't insist: "Good, transport this case to a safe place, and once my safe house is built, bring it back. It contains the Door Knocking Ghost, so weigh its importance yourself."

"If it's a ghost, shouldn't the headquarters be responsible?" Zang Hua said in a hushed tone.

Yang Jian wasn't angry, after all, their stances differed somewhat. He said, "Cao Yanhua is already overwhelmed with the ghost painting event. It's a long journey; what if something happens on the way? Who is responsible? Don't tell me I have to deal with the Door Knocking Ghost again, and besides, I may still have a use for this thing. If headquarters really wants it, fine, but they'll have to exchange something for it. I'm not short on money lately."

"Since you've said so, I know what to do. I'll find a place with tight security in Dachang City to keep it safe; there won't be any accidents," Zang Hua said.

Yang Jian patted his shoulder: "Then I'll have to trouble you to work overtime; I'm going to rest. Contact me if anything comes up."

"Alright," Zang Hua responded.

Yang Jian then carried the briefcase and returned to the Guanjiang Residential Complex with the Ghost Child.

After arriving home, he first ordered the Ghost Child to ensure the security of the complex, then he went upstairs to organize his things, preparing to record the experiences from this trip.

Just as he entered the room.

The lights were on, as usual; Zhang Liqin was sitting by the bed reading a book, passing the time.

"I heard noises just now, and I knew you had come back. How was the business trip? You didn't encounter any danger, did you?"

Zhang Liqin put down her book and smiled as she saw Yang Jian return.

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly: "Do you plan to sleep in my room every night? There are five floors here, so many rooms; you don't have to stay in mine."

"I've already gotten used to it," Zhang Liqin said, her cheeks tinting red as she tidied the hair by her ears.

"I have some things to do later, get my laptop out, I'll dictate and you write," Yang Jian frowned, feeling the pain in his arm worsening, which would likely affect his writing.

The side effect of using the eerie Firewood Knife was larger than expected.

The Ghost Shadow couldn't heal those wounds quickly, but they hadn't worsened excessively either.

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Increased pain is a good thing, feeling nothing and watching your arm rot away is the real horror.

"Alright."

Zhang Liqin hurriedly took out the notebook that Yang Jian often used from the bedside table and got ready to record.

Yang Jian dictated, recording every little detail of his business trip to Japan.

The record was meticulous.

Even that deceased Sakai, the crazed Mishima, and the late Yamazaki, as well as Nagase, were all recorded, of course, including that Keiko.

However, when it came to recording about Keiko, Zhang Liqin looked up at Yang Jian with a noticeable surprise.

"Why have you stopped?" Yang Jian asked with a frown.

Zhang Liqin hastily said, "No, it's nothing, I just wanted to ask how that Keiko is? Is she very beautiful?"

"Indeed she is beautiful, and her figure is good, no worse than you, after all, she's a PR arranged by President Mishima, she wouldn't be presentable if she wasn't up to standard," Yang Jian said.

Zhang Liqin cautiously asked, "Then why didn't you bring that Keiko back with you? After all, she probably couldn't refuse you given your current status, right?"

"What? Are you, a woman, jealous?" Yang Jian asked directly, his expression still calm.

His emotional detachment did not mean he couldn't see what Zhang Liqin was thinking.

"No."

Zhang Liqin said with an embarrassed smile, somewhat sheepishly, "I'm just asking casually."

She did feel a bit uncomfortable indeed, having been with Yang Jian for so long, the sudden presence of a young and beautiful woman by his side would definitely be unacceptable to her; given her age, she sometimes did feel a strong sense of crisis.

"If there's nothing else, then keep writing," Yang Jian continued dictating.

Zhang Liqin quickly adjusted her mindset, meticulously and responsibly recording the events, sharing in Yang Jian's secrets.

As she wrote, her heart filled with joy.

Her current status was at least not much worse than Jiang Yan's.

Despite Yang Jian's apparent indifference and even dislike toward Jiang Yan, Zhang Liqin knew that Jiang Yan was very trusted; otherwise, she, a recent accounting graduate, would not have been entrusted with the company's accounts as well as Yang Jian's personal funds, no questions asked.

Of course, Jiang Yan did not betray Yang Jian's trust, and had become a qualified miser; money came in easily, but went out with difficulty.

It wasn't until eleven o'clock that Yang Jian finished narrating the experiences of his trip.

Zhang Liqin was not frightened; she listened to the story and recorded it in its entirety with her delicate handwriting.

"It's done, I've finished writing it all."

"Keep it away, put it back in its place." Yang Jian stood up and left the room.

Zhang Liqin moved her slightly sore wrist, feeling she had never written as much even when she was studying; when she saw Yang Jian leave in such a hurry, she couldn't help but purse her lips.

It seemed unlikely he would come back tonight.

He really was a man hard to grasp.

Zhang Liqin sighed inwardly with a hint of melancholy.

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