Mysterious Revival

"Although Zhang Jian only manipulated one ghost, his threat level to me still exists. As expected, it's always right to be cautious."

Yang Jian took the car keys and phone from Zhang Jian's remaining body and then left the place.

Before making a move, he had used Ghost Domain to take Zhang Jian deep underground, to prevent Zhang Jian from escaping and to avoid the ghost inside his body from causing any disturbances in the bar.

Should the fierce ghost within Zhang Jian have revived, at least a few hundred people nearby would have died.

When he walked out of the bar to the back door, Li Yao was already waiting by a car.

Li Yao wore sunglasses, changed her clothes and hairstyle, and performed a simple disguise. When she saw Yang Jian come out, she immediately smiled and said, "Much faster than I expected. It seems you didn't encounter any trouble. Although I don't know some key information about Zhang Jian, I believe he was not a threat to you."

People who manipulate three ghosts are rare in the headquarters, not to mention Yang Jian was an anomaly among those who manipulate ghosts.

"He won't appear in this world anymore, next is President Fei. When does he usually get off work?" Yang Jian asked directly.

"That depends on where you plan to deal with him."

Li Yao said, "Without Zhang Jian's protection, today he can disappear anytime he steps out of Ping'an Tower. However, I suggest you wait until he's a bit further away to make your move. After all, there are other ghost manipulators inside Ping'an Tower. While you can't hide the news of your action, they still don't know you're on the move."

"Hiding it a bit longer is always beneficial."

"Makes sense. Here are Zhang Jian's car keys and phone; you know what to do later." Yang Jian tossed the items to her.

Li Yao nodded, "I'll pretend to be Zhang Jian and follow President Fei by car. You find the opportunity. But we only have one day's time. If both Zhang Jian and President Fei disappear by the second day, people in their circle will definitely notice."

"One day is enough time for me to kill three to five key figures," Yang Jian said calmly.

"See you later then," Li Yao said with a smile, shaking the car keys.

Yang Jian didn't speak. He just turned and left.

Actually, dealing with an unprotected ordinary person did not require so much effort, but he felt it necessary to meet President Fei. Perhaps he could learn something, as being one of the decision-makers in their circle, Fei certainly knew more than an assistant like Li Yao.

At the top of Ping'an Tower.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, dressed in a suit, now spoke forcefully at the conference table, "The ghost painting incident has not been satisfactorily resolved by headquarters, which is a huge hidden danger. I believe the ghost painting incident is likely to erupt again. Moreover, after some investigation, there seem to be other forces behind those two missing ghosts in the ghost painting incident."

"It seems like someone doesn't want to see the ghost painting incident and Ghost Envoy incident resolved together, thus they used some unknown means to let those two ghosts escape. Otherwise, given the way ghosts move, they couldn't disappear without a trace."

"President Fei, are you suggesting that someone is sabotaging this operation from behind?" Jang Shangbai rubbed his head at the conference table. He was somewhat tired, obviously having been busy these last two days.

"I'm just speculating. If we can't doubt the unpredictability of ghosts, then we should directly suspect people," President Fei said.

"The ghost painting incident first broke out overseas, resulted in many deaths, and wiped out a top-level team of ghost manipulators. It's been a substantial loss for those countries. If someone wants to balance the power between countries, causing trouble at a critical moment fits the motive. And there's a lot of hidden information in the archives of the ghost painting incident..."

A young analyst spoke.

"Does that mean it's hardly likely to find that thing?" a person named He Tianxiong said.

"It depends on whether the ghost painting incident erupts shortly. If it happens to occur in our city, then human intervention is highly probable. Of course, this is also an opportunity for us," President Fei said.

"A paranormal event in our territory is not a good thing," Jang Shangbai frowned and said.

The circle of ghost manipulators had its own territorial divisions, such as Yang Jian's Dachang City and the ghost forum where Ye Zhen from Dahai City was.

This was done to prevent conflicts between forces and also for some strategic considerations. But when it comes to the best territory, it's none other than our city where the friends' circle is located.

Suddenly, President Fei said, "Yang Jian is still here, right? If the ghost painting incident really happens, then we can kill Yang Jian without hesitation, and blame it on the ghost painting incident. This way, we don't have to waste our energy on him and can finish before the team leader's plan is executed."

"That's one less trouble to deal with, not bad," Fang Shiming commented calmly, attending to his nails while responding.

"Furthermore, if the ghost painting incident does occur, it will consume a lot of manpower and resources from headquarters, which would greatly elevate our friends' circle's future status," President Fei continued. "If everything goes smoothly, from now on, we will be the country's top ghost-manipulating power, with unimaginable influence."

"Maybe we can also use this opportunity to pressure Minister Cao into using the Coffin Nail," Jang Shangbai chimed in.

That item capable of nailing a Hungry Ghost was incredibly important—any manipulator who got their hands on it could face paranormal events and go head-to-head with ghosts. If used well, it could even resolve a large number of paranormal events without any casualties.

But Cao Yanhua was too conservative, or maybe the consequences of dealing with the Hungry Ghost were too significant. Even when the Ghost Envoy incident erupted, he didn't consider using the Coffin Nail.

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The meeting continued to discuss other matters and make some corresponding arrangements.

It wasn't until the meeting ended that President Fei returned to his own office to start on other tasks.

Some people, although carrying the titles of manager and president, were actually just on the payroll and didn't manage affairs; most matters were handled by him.

And from recent intelligence, he increasingly felt that the future was becoming more and more dangerous. Only by boarding the large ship of the friends' circle as soon as possible could he ensure his and his family's future safety.

What President Fei needed to do now was to make sure he wouldn't get thrown off this big ship.

Busy until four in the afternoon, President Fei reached the time to leave work.

He finished his last cup of coffee, sorted through the documents in his hand, delegated the remaining tasks to his assistant and secretary, and then prepared to leave work and head home.

Arriving at the underground parking lot, his driver had long been waiting for him.

"Take this route home today," President Fei instructed as he sat in the car and plotted a course on the tablet in front of him, then said.

"Understood, President Fei," the driver immediately started the car.

For safety reasons, President Fei always chose different routes home, and the car was picked randomly, all to ensure that his whereabouts were not leaked, and he would regularly switch among several residences.

It couldn't be helped.

Although he had strong backers after joining the circle of friends, he had also offended quite a few people. In short, being cautious never led to mistakes. He was just an ordinary person and couldn't afford to mess with the ghost manipulators. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

President Fei then sent the route to Zhang Jian via text message, asking him to prepare to follow and provide protection.

After President Fei's car left Ping'an Tower,

Li Yao, sitting in Zhang Jian's car across the street, received the text message.

"Is President Fei just circling around this area?" Li Yao looked at the route, somewhat speechless, but still started the car and proceeded to follow.

President Fei slightly opened the curtain and only relaxed when he saw Zhang Jian's car trailing behind.

Today, there were no issues.

"However, Zhang Jian's mental state has been getting worse and worse. I need to find a new bodyguard. It's very dangerous to use the same person for a long time." President Fei pondered in his mind, "Next month maybe, after this period is over, we'll see."

The car meandered slowly through the city, with many of the routes being repetitive.

After circling around for more than half an hour, President Fei's car finally headed to a somewhat old residential area in the city.

It was hard to imagine that President Fei from the circle of friends would actually live in such a place.

"Flash the car lights three times, you can go back," President Fei got out of the car and instructed the driver.

"Yes, President Fei," the driver, not understanding the reason but accustomed to it, flashed the car lights three times and drove away.

President Fei hadn't walked far when he saw Zhang Jian's car still parked there motionless, which immediately made him frown.

Flashing the car lights was the signal for Zhang Jian to drive back. Normally, Zhang Jian would have eagerly stepped on the gas and sped away, yet today, there was no movement.

"Was that just a secret signal?"

Seeing President Fei stop and look in her direction, Li Yao in the car instantly felt something was off. Her expression changed slightly, she thought for a moment, then gently pressed the gas pedal, starting to move the car slowly.

When President Fei saw the car moving, he turned his gaze away, not thinking further, and went straight into a nearby residential building.

"Is all that alertness really necessary?" Li Yao breathed a sigh of relief, "But why hasn't Yang Jian shown up? Doesn't he plan to take action? We've been following this long."

"Forget it, I'll leave this place for now, so as not to be seen by President Fei," she decided.

She drove away, planning to find a place to pass some time, convinced that if she had followed in her car, then Yang Jian must have followed as well, though when he would appear, she didn't know.

President Fei arrived at a window in the stairwell of the second floor, and after he saw Zhang Jian's car actually leaving, he went downstairs, came out of the stairwell, and walked towards the residential building opposite.

He couldn't let Zhang Jian, who was mentally unstable, know his exact location.

Perhaps Zhang Jian was protecting him now, but there might be times when he'd think of killing him.

"Dealing with these dangerous people, one has to be careful," President Fei inwardly sighed.

He came to the door of an apartment on the third floor, took out his keys, and unlocked the door.

But as soon as he opened the door, something seemed amiss with President Fei's expression.

There was an extra pair of shoes at the door, not his own, a pair of athletic shoes that a young person would wear, and they were men's.

"Could it be..." President Fei had a bad feeling brewing inside him.

"Time to wash your hands and eat. Today I've made your favorite Osmanthus Fish, Xiao Bao, go serve your uncle some rice," a woman's voice came from inside, seemingly speaking to someone.

"No need to be so polite, I can do it myself," a man's voice responded.

President Fei immediately became furious; his wife knew enough about his work that she would have informed him in advance of any visitors, and there wouldn't be any random people coming over to have dinner at their home.

Without even taking off his shoes, he stormed into the house.

As he had only taken a few steps, he caught sight of a young man wiping his hands, smiling as he walked out of the washroom.

"You are... Yang Jian?"

However, as he recognized the person's identity, President Fei's pupils shrank violently, his blood ran cold in an instant, a creeping chill spread from his feet throughout his body, giving him a feeling of complete weakness, and without even realizing it, he collapsed onto the floor.