Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 258: Suicide by hanging

An unfinished passage leads directly to the basement of a bare villa.

All around are scattered building materials.

Underneath this inconspicuous villa is a safe house that has just been completed.

A room built of gold and steel-reinforced concrete, although not large, can barely accommodate nineteen people.

At this moment, the names of nineteen people have been confirmed. Zhang Xiangu has already started to enter the safe house with several family members. In addition to his family, there are also Zhang Han's family, two armed police officers, Wang Xiaoming, Jiang Yan, and others.

"Zhang Wei, come here for a moment. Keep this for me. If I die this time, give it to Wang Xiaoming," Yang Jian whispered as he handed the box containing the human skin paper to Zhang Wei.

"What is this?" Zhang Wei was puzzled.

Yang Jian said, "You've seen it before, the human skin paper from school last time."

"Okay, got it," Zhang Wei nodded solemnly.

Yang Jian said, "If you're not sure whether I'm dead, give it to him on the ninth day after you enter the safe house. If I'm alive, I'll come back."

"This is the key to my family's villa in the city center. You know the location." Zhang Wei handed over a key. "There are only a few of us left in the class. You must not die. I still want to take you out for chicken."

"I'll try my best. I'm leaving."

Yang Jian took the key and then left the Guanjiang community in a pickup truck from Zhang Xiangu's company.

He didn't plan to do anything dangerous here. Otherwise, if he failed, everyone in the community would die. So he planned to go to Zhang Wei's family in the city center, where he could ensure that there was no one there and it was quiet, with no one to disturb him.

"Yang Jian, he's gone."

On the upper floor of a building in the community, Wang Bin's family stood at the window, watching the car lights as Yang Jian left.

"We should have let Shanshan ask Yang Jian for a few spots. They've all gone into the safe house, but our family is left outside. It's not fair," Wang Haiyan regretted.

Wang Bin said, "We're not qualified. Haven't you seen who's gone into the safe house? Several billionaires, the builders of the safe house, and internationally influential professors, key talents protected by the country, and a ghost tamer like Yang Jian."

"We ordinary people can't participate. It's good enough to be left in the community."

"How could Jiang Yan get in? It's all because she's hooked up with Yang Jian. Isn't our Shanshan just as good as her?" Wang Haiyan said.

Beside her, Wang Shanshan, with a cold complexion and pale skin, said, "If he dies, I will die. I don't need to go into the safe house."

"If we die, our whole family will die together. Let Shanshan ask Yang Jian for a spot. Who will go in then?" Wang Bin sighed.

But their family was not the only one left outside the community. Many of Zhang Xiangu's relatives were also left outside, and Zhang Han only took a newborn baby into the family. With so many important politicians in Dachang City, Yang Jian only gave three spots.

Two of the spots were taken by two determined and skilled armed police officers.

Why bring two armed police officers in? In addition to protecting Wang Xiaoming, it was also to maintain the security of the safe house.

In short, each side had its sacrifices.

At this moment, in the villa.

The lights were dark, leaving only Zhang Liqin in this empty building.

She stood at the door, watching Yang Jian leave, and was stunned for a long time, with a hint of worry and confusion in her eyes.

It seemed that after Yang Jian left, she didn't know what to do.

Unconsciously, Zhang Liqin had relied on this man too many times. In the depths of her heart, she had already regarded Yang Jian as the only light in despair, just like a drowning person grabbing onto the last straw, unwilling to let go.

It had nothing to do with emotions, just the biological instinct to survive.

Perhaps Jiang Yan was the same.

This time, Yang Jian only brought the ghost rope and the ghost mirror behind the pickup truck.

It was a desperate decision. Yang Jian even put down the human skin paper. If he died, the thing would fall into Wang Xiaoming's hands, and with his intelligence, he might be able to get more useful information from the human skin paper. But it was certain that Wang Xiaoming's use of the human skin paper would be more radical and daring.

But this had nothing to do with the current Yang Jian.

On the road, the vehicle bumped and knocked over several terrifying figures.

But Yang Jian had no expression on his face and had no intention of stopping. He even heard some people's desperate cries for help but didn't pay any attention, not even a glance.

Soon, he arrived at this silent and luxurious community.

The vehicle drove directly into Zhang Wei's yard, knocking down the gate.

Yang Jian got out of the car, lifted the ghost mirror from the car, and walked into the house.

The ghost mirror was covered with a black cloth and was not transparent. He placed the mirror in an empty room on the second floor of Zhang Wei's house and leaned it against the wall to prevent it from being accidentally knocked over.Another cabinet was moved into place, and a fully charged phone was set atop it. Thanks to the night vision capability of the phone's camera, although the clarity wasn't perfect, Yang Jian and everything inside the room were still visible.

The phone connected successfully.

At this moment.

Inside the safe house, Wang Xiaoming sat against the wall on the floor. He felt a vibration from the phone and immediately his expression tensed as he looked down.

He saw Yang Jian's figure in an empty room. The camera was shaking, seemingly adjusting its angle, and once it was set, he saw a mirror.

A mirror styled from the era of the Republic of China, shrouded in a black cloth, revealing only some of its frame.

"What exactly are you planning to do?" he wondered to himself.

After Yang Jian had positioned the phone properly, ensuring the camera wouldn't intersect with the mirror, he finally relaxed.

He drew the curtains in the room, removed all unrelated items, then closed and locked the door securely.

Sitting in front of the ghost mirror covered by the black cloth, Yang Jian was silent for a long time before finally pulling out an object wrapped in gold foil from his pocket.

Inside was an old, worn straw rope.

This was the ghost rope obtained from Wang Yue, something ordinary people could no longer control, for it was in a state of awakening.

However, compared to other ghosts, this ghost rope wasn't particularly difficult to deal with. As long as it was restrained in time, it wouldn't cause much harm, but if left unchecked, it could potentially hang the population of an entire city.

Not immediately unwrapping the gold foil around the ghost rope, he first tied one end to the chandelier in the room.

He tested the weight; it was manageable.

The quality of Zhang Wei's home renovation was solid; it shouldn't fall.

Next, Yang Jian looped the other end of the rope around his own neck, ensuring he would be the first target of the ghost rope's attack. If he didn't do this and the thing got loose, that would be quite embarrassing.

"The order should be correct," Yang Jian thought to himself, then he walked over to the ghost mirror.

The ghost mirror covered in black cloth seemed harmless to humans and animals.

But only Yang Jian knew how sinister it truly was.

It had the power to bring the dead back to life, but as a price, it would release an unknown level of ghost from within the mirror.

Suspected to be a relic left by a ghost tamer a hundred years ago, its appearance in the modern world was enigmatic, and no one knew what it signified.

At this moment, although nervous, Yang Jian did not shrink back.

Having come this far, he had no choice but to press on.

He gestured an 'ok' sign to the phone camera, then extended his finger, ready to start the countdown.

"Three~!"

"Is Yang Jian trying to hang himself?"

Watching Yang Jian's series of bizarre actions, Wang Xiaoming realized what he was about to do when he saw the rope-like object being placed around his head, even the most oblivious person would understand.

"No, it's not just a simple suicide. That rope is wrapped in gold foil; it's a ghost in captivity. That mirror, whose front can't be seen, is also strange; it's definitely not an ordinary mirror, otherwise Yang Jian wouldn't have deliberately placed it in front of him."

"Is that mirror a ghost? It doesn't seem like it. Yang Jian hasn't imprisoned the mirror, and it has been quiet the whole time."

Completely unaware of the setup, Wang Xiaoming, no matter how clever, couldn't guess what Yang Jian was planning to do.

If it were just a simple hanging, there would be no need for such elaborate preparations.

"Two~!"

Yang Jian gestured again.

However, at this moment, his movements paused slightly, as if the satellite positioning phone had rung.

"Yang Jian, it's me, Liu Xiaoyu. The higher-ups have approved your action. Vice Minister Cao Yanhua said that no matter whether your action fails or succeeds, all consequences will be borne by the state. You can proceed with confidence and without any psychological pressure. By the way, do you need to talk to your mother? I can connect you at any time," Liu Xiaoyu's voice came through.

"I understand. Tell my mom I'm doing well. Also, after this call ends, unless I contact you first, don't connect on your own. A call might just get me killed."

Yang Jian spoke in a suppressed voice, unsure if there were any third-stage ghost infants nearby.

"Alright, then I'll leave the matters of Dachang City in your hands," Liu Xiaoyu said with a hint of gravity and respect.

Yang Jian didn't respond to her but hung up the phone and tossed the satellite positioning phone behind him.

"One~!"

He gestured the final number towards the camera, then abruptly pulled off the black cloth covering the ghost mirror.

"Come on, let's see if I can climb out of hell and transform into an evil ghost."

Yang Jian roared in his heart, his eyes filled with the madness of gambling against fate.

As the smooth and bright ghost mirror reflected his entire body.

The horror was just beginning.