Mysterious Revival

Due to the arrival of this group of people, Yang Jian was delayed a bit, and by the time he returned to the village, it was almost ten o'clock.

In his hands, he carried a body bag with a strange corpse inside. Not daring to be careless, he found other body bags in the car, as well as the Gold box, and stored the pieces of the body separately.

Two human heads, a pair of Dead Man's Heads, a half body without a head, with five legs.

What made him most uneasy was that one of the heads looked exactly like his deceased father, suggesting that this body might be his father's.

"Trouble follows another, it was okay when I didn't know anything, but now that I've learned some inside information, I've realized how deeply entangled I am with the supernatural events. Even when I was a child, a body suspected to be possessed by a malevolent spirit was bought near our village... All these years, I've been kept in the dark."

Yang Jian thought to himself, and after arranging the bodies, he prepared to head back to the old house.

"Where have you been since early in the morning? When I woke up, I didn't see you." As soon as he got back, Jiang Yan, who was playing with her phone in the hall, hurriedly stood up, her lips pouting slightly, looking extremely aggrieved.

"Where's my mom?" Yang Jian asked directly.

Jiang Yan replied, "Earlier, there seemed to be some incident in the village, your aunty and quite a few others from your family went to check it out. I didn't want to join the commotion, so I thought I'd wait here for you to come back."

"Did you have any dreams last night?" Yang Jian asked again.

Dreams?

Jiang Yan was startled for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, I didn't dream. I took care of you for most of the night, and by the time I fell asleep, it was very late. Then I slept till nine o'clock without dreaming."

"Good, you didn't dream." Yang Jian nodded.

"What's with you all of a sudden taking such interest in me? Hehe, were you moved by me last night? I took good care of you. I was worried you might be sick when I got up, but you're special, you definitely won't get sick."

Jiang Yan giggled, then walked over and affectionately clung to Yang Jian's arm, her demeanor coquettish.

"This village isn't quite normal," Yang Jian said calmly, gazing at her.

Jiang Yan was taken aback for a moment, then she shrank her neck feeling a chill, and snuggled up against Yang Jian, whispering, "It's not haunted, is it?"

"Not sure, need to check it out. If you're scared, go back to Dachang City by yourself. There's no need to stay here with me," Yang Jian said.

Since Jiang Yan hadn't dreamed, she hadn't entered that dream world to be chased by ghosts, so it was confirmed she was clean and could leave.

"I'm not leaving. Wherever you are, that's where I'll be," Jiang Yan said. "I'm your girlfriend, after all. How can I abandon you and sneak away by myself? Now is the best time to prove our love."

As she spoke, she tilted her neck and looked firmly at Yang Jian.

Who knows where she got such courage from.

"Do you think it's a bit safer to stay by my side?" Yang Jian asked.

"Not at all, absolutely not," Jiang Yan denied immediately, but gazing at Yang Jian's unnervingly calm eyes, she felt a little guilty, "I admit, just a bit, only a little. After all, I feel very safe with you; it's always been that way."

"Considering your honesty, come with me to walk around the village and see what actually happened just now," Yang Jian said.

"Ah? But I haven't put on makeup yet?" Jiang Yan appeared pleasantly surprised.

"The first time I met you, you hadn't bathed for several days, trapped in the restroom. I bet you drank plenty of toilet water. Now you're so finicky? Let's go," Yang Jian said.

"Don't mention my dark past," Jiang Yan said.

Although he hadn't visited the village in a long time, anything that happened in this small village quickly became common knowledge. Just by wandering around aimlessly, Yang Jian noticed a group of villagers gathered in an open area in the village, discussing something.

"What happened in the village just now? I was out for a while and didn't get to know. Can someone tell me?" Yang Jian approached and casually asked an unfamiliar person.

"Isn't that Yang Jian? Haven't seen you in years, you've grown so much. You look just like your dad; it's like you were carved from the same mold. If only your dad hadn't died in a car accident at such a young age, what a pity," said an elder he didn't recognize, but this slightly aged man clearly knew Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's face remained expressionless, not responding.

The middle-aged man continued, "Indeed, something big happened this morning, I'm not very clear on the details, but it's related to your family. It seems like that kid from your family named Xiao Yuan committed a murder, using very brutal means, chopping off someone's head. The police have been notified, someone will probably come to make an arrest soon."

"Xiao Yuan? That wouldn't be the cousin you met in Yang Town before, would it?" Jiang Yan asked in surprise, speaking softly.

Yang Jian furrowed his brow, "Let's go and see."

The middle-aged man then said, "Yang Jian, this lady must be your girlfriend, right? Where is she from? Remember to invite me for the wedding feast if you two get married."

"Hehe, for sure, for sure," Jiang Yan smiled and replied politely.

But Yang Jian ignored the man; he moved swiftly and soon arrived in front of a three-story western-style building in the village.

This was his cousin's home.

At the moment, the somewhat spacious yard was filled with people. There were relatives from his family, some elderly people he didn't recognize, his cousin's parents... even the kids were joining in on the commotion as if many didn't understand the seriousness of the situation, just coming to join in the fuss.

"Let's go inside and take a look."

Yang Jian pushed through the crowd, planning to enter the house to see what was happening.

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"Hey, what are you doing inside? You can't go in there." A man of about fifty hurriedly called out to Yang Jian.

"This place isn't your home, do I need your permission to enter?" Yang Jian glanced at him indifferently, without the slightest courtesy.

The man immediately said, "Zhang Fen, control your Yang Jian. How is he speaking like this? Is this a place for a child to mess around? He doesn't even consider the situation and is still causing trouble here."

Zhang Fen also felt that Yang Jian shouldn't be causing trouble at this time and was about to ask him to come back when Yang Jian had already walked into the building, unstoppable, with a willful demeanor.

"What's with the young people these days, aren't they afraid of escalating the situation? If they destroy the scene, they will have to take responsibility," the man said, too upset to speak. He felt disrespected by Yang Jian, a younger generation, who treated his words as if they were nothing.

It wasn't just about maintaining order; he also felt humiliated by Yang Jian.

However, Yang Jian didn't think there was anything inappropriate about his actions; he had always behaved this way.

Not only him, but Jiang Yan also didn't see anything wrong with his behavior. She was very clear that Yang Jian, as the person in charge of Dachang City and responsible for the neighboring towns and villages, was well within his rights.

If Yang Jian wished, he could formally enter and leave any place within his area of responsibility.

This was both a responsibility and an authority.

"It's on the third floor." Yang Jian looked up briefly. From the stench of blood coming from inside the building, he could roughly deduce the location.

"Then I won't go up. I won't disturb your work," Jiang Yan said.

Yang Jian replied, "Alright, you stay here."

With that, he immediately headed upstairs.

The higher he went, the stronger the stench of blood, and there were traces of smeared blood on nearby walls, likely made by someone with blood-soaked hands.

Soon.

Yang Jian arrived at a room on the third floor.

The room was locked tight, but the floor was stained with substantial bloodstains.

Yang Jian reached for the doorknob, and the locked room door opened.

He saw a blood-drenched corpse lying on the bed. It hadn't been dead for long, likely having died last night. The corpse's neck was a bloody mess, its head had rolled to the side, the eyes wide open with a dull lifeless gaze, and a blood-stained knife was still in the corpse's hands.

"It's her..." Yang Jian's expression darkened.

The dead person was the girl who had been with his cousin Xiao Yuan yesterday, seemingly named... Lin Xiaoxi.

Additionally, from the state of the death, it appeared to be a suicide.

She had chopped off her own head, and due to insufficient force, kept hacking until her neck was mutilated.

"She didn't survive last night's nightmare, did she?" Yang Jian thought to himself. "She was dragged away by a ghost in the dream and it was more likely than not that she was killed by the ghost in the dream, which then affected her in reality, turning on herself... My cousin Xiao Yuan must have been sleeping in the same room with this girl, and now she's suspected to be the murderer."

"This isn't an ordinary incident, it involves a supernatural event, a vengeful ghost killing people."

With that thought, he fell silent.

Yesterday, an introverted girl, today, a horrifically mutilated corpse. Humans indeed are too fragile in the face of vengeful ghosts.

Even he nearly failed.

Had it not been for that accident, he likely wouldn't have come to his senses either.

"But strangely, my cousin is still alive. Could she actually have succeeded in killing the ghost again and escaped the nightmare?" Yang Jian then hesitated.

Because he felt that things were not that simple.

Even the most reckless person, killing indiscriminately in dreams, wouldn't likely succeed every time.

So there must be some problem with Xiao Yuan, who had survived.

After understanding what had happened there, Yang Jian didn't linger and went downstairs.

A corpse wasn't worth lingering on.

However, when he returned to the ground floor, he saw that the outside had become noisy again, with a rather large disturbance.

"What happened now?" Yang Jian didn't care for this kind of quarrel.

Jiang Yan said, "It seems that the victim's family has arrived, and their emotions are a bit heated. Then they started fighting, others tried to break it up... that's about it. How's upstairs, any problems?"

She looked nervously towards the staircase.

"It's nothing, just a person who died, it's the girl from yesterday who was with my cousin, died quite miserably," Yang Jian stated calmly.

"That girl? What a pity, so young," Jiang Yan sighed regretfully.

Yang Jian added, "However, the culprit was herself, and it has nothing to do with my cousin."

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