Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian sat alone on the fifth floor, where he was now patiently flipping through various books.

There were texts on human anatomy, acupuncture meridian charts, knowledge of different body parts, and the like—some deep and technically complex, others popular and easy to understand with colored illustrations.

"Lividity is the purple discoloration that appears on the skin due to blood pooling in the capillaries and small veins under the force of gravity after the cessation of circulation..."

"In other words, lividity is just the accumulation of blood retained in the skin. If I can remove this pooled blood, the lividity in my body will disappear."

While reading these headache-inducing books, Yang Jian simplified his understanding and began experimenting.

He couldn't possibly walk around the streets forever with a dead man's body; it might be alright during the day, but at night it could scare people to death.

Looking at a patch of lividity on the back of his hand, he tried to control the Headless Ghost Shadow.

Soon, a trace of blood seeped from his skin.

The lividity was gone.

"That was simple. Knowledge indeed is power," Yang Jian said.

Then, he casually walked to the bathroom to take a shower while reading, intent on washing away the rest of the lividity from his body.

As the warm water rinsed over him, the seeped blood on Yang Jian's back was gradually washed away quickly, and the lividity that densely covered his frightening body was rapidly removed.

The only issue was that his skin was somewhat pale and cold, but aside from that, there didn't seem to be anything else amiss.

"The reason for the cold limbs is a deficiency of qi and blood, needing stronger exercise and maintenance of a good routine... huh, isn't that nonsense? Do I really need exercise in this condition?" Yang Jian mused while bathing, continuing to search for a solution to the current state of his body.

Otherwise, when his mother returned, she would be worried sick seeing him like this.

"By speeding up blood flow, I can solve the problem of my body being cold. And the most direct way to speed up blood flow is to increase heart rate," Yang Jian felt his chest, gauging his heartbeat.

It was too slow.

Only a third of a normal person's.

If it were an ordinary person, there would surely be something wrong with their body at this rate.

"Both too fast and too slow heartbeats are not good for the human body, but my situation is special. My body is nearly a ghost; it almost can't die, so why care?"

He controlled his heartbeat, increasing the blood flow throughout his body.

As the blood flow accelerated, his cold body started to gain back some warmth.

After a bout of troubleshooting, Yang Jian felt his body gradually return to normal.

At least, that was how it appeared on the surface.

In reality, Yang Jian understood that the biggest issue wasn't his body, but his psyche; after resurrection, most of his body turned into a ghost, and his psyche had greatly changed from before.

The only constant was that his thoughts remained the same as before.

However, Yang Jian was unclear whether, as time passed, his thoughts might imperceptibly change under the influence of the ghost... or perhaps that change had already begun, and he had just not realized it.

"Time to sleep, though I don't know if I'll be able to."

After flushing away the exuded blood from his body, he went back to his room to sleep.

Since hanging himself, he had not slept once, nor had he felt any hint of fatigue.

From initial insomnia, waking up startled, to sleeping less and eventually not at all, these changes were all too clear to Yang Jian.

Lying in bed.

Yang Jian felt more and more alert instead of sleepy.

"Yang Jian, are you there?"

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Is there a problem?" Yang Jian asked.

The door opened, revealing Zhang Liqin wrapped in a bathrobe, her face flushed as if she had just taken a shower, walking in.

"I saw your room light was on, so I came to see... Did something happen recently?"

Yang Jian said, "Nothing's up, everything's been normal since the Hungry Ghost period ended."

Zhang Liqin said, "Then why do you often stay alone in your room and no longer play games with Zhang Wei? You've even been turning down people who come looking for you, and it seems like you've been avoiding me on purpose?"

"Avoiding you? That's not the case," Yang Jian replied.

"It isn't? Then why haven't you come to see me at night? Do you find me boring? If that's the case, maybe I should leave in a few days. It's not like I have to stay here," Zhang Liqin spoke with a somewhat despondent tone.

Yang Jian thought for a moment, then realized what he had lost since coming back to life.

Desire.

A man's pure desire for a woman.

Looking at Zhang Liqin's mature and delicate body wrapped in a bath towel, Yang Jian viewed her as if he were looking at a piece of stone, without the slightest thought, his gaze was extremely calm, his heart without a single ripple.

It was as if he had seen through the worldly concerns, possessing the mindset of a transcended sage, detached from the world.

If it were any other normal man, by now he probably wouldn't have been able to resist committing a crime.

"Could it be that I'm no longer up to par?" A terrifying thought popped up in Yang Jian's mind.

He had not paid too much attention to it before, but now that he thought about it, he began to feel that the issue might be quite serious.

"Then I won't disturb you, I'm going to sleep." Seeing Yang Jian sitting there motionless, in a contemplative state, Zhang Liqin couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed, so she turned and left.

"Wait."

Yang Jian, who had come back to his senses, called out to her.

"What is it?" Zhang Liqin turned her head back.

"Come here, I happen to need your help with something, I hope you don't mind," Yang Jian said.

Zhang Liqin's face turned slightly red, she walked over with a bit of coquettishness, and closed the door of the room behind her, then sat on the bed, "As long as you speak up, no matter what you need help with, I won't mind at all, after all, without you I would've been dead long ago..."

In front of this special man, she always had an indescribable feeling.

There wasn't any deep affection between them, barely acquaintances, but she couldn't harbor any resistance towards Yang Jian, and even wanted to please him.

If Yang Jian needed her for something, be it for daily life or physical needs, Zhang Liqin would even feel excited and thrilled.

Actually, this was a form of psychological dependence.

Having gone through a desperate and terrifying paranormal incident, it was already good enough that she hadn't broken down mentally.

"I don't even know if I still qualify as a normal man now, this feels different from when I first wielded the Ghost Eye," Yang Jian said, looking at his own palm.

Zhang Liqin blinked, somewhat puzzled.

The information she knew was limited, and she couldn't quite understand the meaning of Yang Jian's words.

"Never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I explained," Yang Jian said.

At this moment.

Outside the Guanjiang Residential Complex, the three uninvited visitors from the daytime finally entered the complex.

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"Wouldn't it have been better to look for someone during the day? People might be sleeping at night, isn't this a bit offensive? After all, he is someone who resolved an S-class supernatural incident, it would be better to show some respect, don't you think, Luo Su Yi?" A man around thirty years old said.

Based on the situation, the tall, relatively handsome young man was the leader.

Luo Su Yi chuckled lightly, "To act as a ghost one must have the style of a ghost, white daytime appearances are so boring,"

"Besides, greeting someone during the day is too ostentatious, it's better to be low-key. Right now, Dachang City has gathered at least over twenty top-tier ghost handlers, even the special forces captain Li Jun has come. We should give them face."

"Miss Lin Luomei, would you mind calling out for him?" Luo Su Yi said to the woman in her twenties, dressed in a dress, who looked somewhat cute.

Without refusing, Lin Luomei took out a megaphone and called out into the whole complex: Yang Jian~! Ghost Eye Yang Jian, come out.

Her voice was eerily odd, not spreading out directly, but like a spirit, searching forward in an irregular way.

As if the voice had its own way of seeking people.

Every call sent the voice out on its own, and after six calls, Lin Luomei stopped.

"This complex is so big, calling out only six times, how long will it take to find him?" Luo Su said.

"Why don't you call out?" Lin Luomei's mouth was closed, but the megaphone emitted a sound.

Luo Su said, "I sing very well, I even won a prize in elementary school, but I can't do calling out, I definitely can't match Yang Jian's."

"What if by accident we shout someone to death, what then?" the man beside them said.

"It shouldn't be so easy to die, after all, he did resolve an S-class supernatural incident," Luo Su murmured.

The voice continued to advance, wandering within the Guanjiang Residential Complex, passing by the complex's security booth, yet the security guards inside seemed not to hear anything at all.

After a short while, the voice crossed over the gate and into a house.

"Yang Jian, Ghost Eye Yang Jian..."

The voice hovered on the first floor; strangely, there was no sound on the second floor at all.

Afterward, the voice went upstairs and wandered on the second floor, but similarly, no sound could be heard on both the third floor and the first floor.