Mysterious Revival

"I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving now. I won't stay for dinner, the person who came by earlier has already left. He entered the wrong door, but after I warned him, he'll be more careful in the future."

After President Fei left, Yang Jian also prepared to leave.

"Ah, leaving so soon? I've already prepared dinner, why don't you stay and eat before you go?" the woman named Wann Yue said, somewhat surprised as she stepped out.

Yang Jian said, "No need, I still have things to take care of."

"All right then, I won't insist on you staying. Be careful on your way," Wann Yue said.

"You too."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Wann Yue watched Yang Jian leave, her gaze shifting slightly. She was somewhat puzzled about the man who had suddenly burst into her home, acting as though he knew her and Bao'er. And how had he gotten in just now?

It didn't seem like he picked the lock—it seemed like he had a key.

Additionally, Yang Jian as she remembered him seemed somewhat different from reality.

He was not as warm as she had imagined, but instead, there was an indescribable coldness.

"Aiyah, why am I thinking so much," Wann Yue thought, remembering that she was still cooking and hurried back to the kitchen.

Memory is the easiest way to deceive someone. Even if she sensed something, she still chose to believe her memory rather than this out-of-place reality.

When Yang Jian left the apartment building and was about to exit the residential complex, a loud thump suddenly came from the nearby green space.

As if something heavy had fallen from the top floor and smashed hard onto the ground.

Yang Jian paused in his steps. The commotion attracted several residents within the complex, who curiously turned towards the direction of the noise, and quite a few residents from the higher floors opened their windows to look out.

Soon, they saw a man in a suit and leather shoes lying on the ground, blood pooling all around him, his breathing already gone.

Noises of unrest spread through the complex.

But Yang Jian had already left the complex.

"Quite the ruthless move," he thought to himself.

He had considered altering President Fei's memory to make him one of his chess pieces, working for him just like Li Yao.

However, after a brief contemplation, Yang Jian abandoned the idea.

An enemy is an enemy; he was not naive enough to keep enemies close by. Besides, President Fei was a smart man, and even if his memory were altered, once he realized what had happened, he might turn against Yang Jian again.

The probability was slim, but Yang Jian would not bet his life on this possibility.

So he could only rest assured once he was erased from this world.

"Beep beep~!"

The car horn sounded, and a luxury car drove up and stopped beside Yang Jian.

The window rolled down, and Li Yao, wearing sunglasses, poked her head out with a smile on her lips. "I knew you'd be here, so I've been waiting for you since a while ago. How did things go? It should have been smooth, especially since without Zhang Jian's interference, President Fei, a mere mortal, couldn't have caused any trouble."

Yang Jian opened the car door and got in. He said, "The deed will probably spread throughout the entire circle of friends by tomorrow. Now that we still have time, who do you think should be the next one we pull out?"

Li Yao flipped through some documents beside her. "With President Fei and Zhang Jian gone, the company's operations will definitely face issues. Therefore, next, I suggest we pull out a prominent ghost master from the circle of friends. Only then can we achieve great results with our opening move. Considering you've already taken care of Gao Zhiqiang at the headquarters, I personally think one of these two people can be our next target."

As she spoke, she pulled out two profiles.

These two profiles belonged to Jang Shangbai and He Tianxiong.

Yang Jian took the profiles and looked them over carefully, his brows knitting slightly.

Both of these men were ghost masters. He had met one of them, Jang Shangbai, who was said to command three ghosts and held a significant position at headquarters, also a prime candidate for the team leader position.

As for the person named He Tianxiong, he honestly did not recognize him.

He personally felt that this must be a top-tier ghost master hidden within the circle of friends, for a power would not display all its pieces openly.

"Are these the only two candidates?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

Li Yao hesitated for a moment before replying, "There are many people who have joined the friend circle, and there are quite a few ghost controllers, but there aren't many who are core figures. You probably aren't interested in targeting some of the corporate presidents; those people just provide financial support and can't influence the real situation. However, apart from Jiang Shangbai and He Tianxiong, there is another ghost controller in this city."

"But I don't recommend that you make him your first target."

Yang Jian asked, "Who is that person?"

"I don't have his intelligence data. I only know his name is Fang Shiming, about twenty-five years old. The reason the friend circle has come this far is mostly because of his presence. Otherwise, after the last clash with Dahai City's paranormal forum and Ye Zhen, we would have already been defeated."

Ye Zhen?

This was the second time Yang Jian had heard this name from someone else's lips. The last time was when he went to rescue Tong Qian and resolve the incident, Luo Su Yi mentioned it.

Luo Su Yi, Lin Luomei, and others are members of the paranormal forum.

If his memory served correctly, Ye Zhen was recognized as one of the top ghost controllers in the circle, having established the paranormal forum and with quite seniority.

"Is this Fang Shiming capable of contending with Ye Zhen?" Yang Jian expressed his doubt.

"He is at least at that level. You know about Ye Zhen? Then you should be somewhat familiar with his temper. Although he can be a bit neurotic at times, when he gets tough, he is absolutely the type to wipe out your entire clan," Li Yao said somewhat helplessly. "The fact that Fang Shiming can make Ye Zhen step back shows how dangerous he is."

"The power of the friend circle is indeed not to be underestimated," Yang Jian said earnestly, "since that's the case, then I have no choice but to target He Tianxiong."

"That's right, Jiang Shangbai has joined the headquarters, and if he were to be killed, I suspect the headquarters would be difficult to explain to. With He Tianxiong, there are no such misgivings. If you take him out, the headquarters definitely won't say a word. After all, this guy's hands aren't clean; he has a pile of case records. If it weren't for the current situation being so critical, people like him would have been dealt with long ago."

Li Yao nodded, feeling that this choice was very correct.

"Shall we set off now? I have an idea where He Tianxiong might be; he shouldn't be hard to find."

"Let's go somewhere first," Yang Jian said, giving an address.

This was the address given to him by President Fei, who claimed that the contents inside were enough to exchange for his family's safety.

"Alright."

Li Yao didn't ask why; she immediately started the car. Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire

Meanwhile.

In a high-end residential complex within the city area, at the home of a resident.

A man who had worked all day just opened his door to come home and called out a few times, only to find no one at home. Normally, his wife would have been back from work by this time, but the house was lit, the TV was on, and there was no one to be seen.

"Did she go downstairs to buy something?"

The man thought to himself.

He took off his leather shoes, slipped on slippers, and walked into the living room, only to suddenly notice an oil painting with a European-style frame hanging above the sofa on the wall.

The painting seemed old and out of place with the house's minimalist decor, giving off an air of ancient artistry.

"When was this painting bought?" the man wondered aloud, unable to help but take a few extra glances at it.

The frame of the painting was a dark red color, and it wasn't clear if it was due to the material, but the peeling, faded paint made it look very old. The painting depicted an old house, but the house was merely a background and didn't seem so important. What was important was the person standing in front of the house.

The painting appeared blurred, not very clear; the features of the figure were indistinguishable, but it was certain that this should be a woman, giving off a misty sense of artistry.

Additionally, the whole tone of the painting was very dark.

With the figure's vague features, against the dim background, an indescribable and eerie strangeness seeped through.

The man looked closer and suddenly stepped forward, reaching out to touch a particular corner of the painting. He realized it wasn't something from within the painting, but a drop of red paint that had somehow dripped onto the canvas.

No, this didn't seem to be paint, but rather a drop of fresh blood.

"Hanging it up without even cleaning it, it's filthy," the man shook his head and turned to go wash his hands in the washroom.

As the man turned away, a few more drops of fresh blood seeped out from where the painting had been.

Inside the painting, in a dim, inconspicuous place, there was a depiction of a modern woman in a strappy dress. The woman's body was damaged, only half remaining, and blood continuously flowed, forming a small rivulet. This blood flowed to the end of the path, precisely to the right lower corner of the painting frame, where the fresh blood had just seeped out.