Mysterious Revival

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 Interrogation

The actual time it took, before and after making a move, was less than five minutes.

Wang Xiaoqiang and the others with the capability to resist were all taken care of by Yang Jian.

If it hadn’t been for Wang Xiaoqiang releasing the ghost within his body, forcing Yang Jian to momentarily reposition and take cover, their demise would have come even swifter.

The effects of the Ghost Domain were not significant on ghosts, but it was especially effective against people.

“All those who deserved to die are now dead, and now it’s your turn. There’s no need to hide under the table any longer, because in reality, this conference table doesn’t exist,” Yang Jian walked over.

His body passed through the conference table as he slowly approached.

The massive table gradually vanished, and when it was completely gone, four or five of Dachang City’s well-known rich businessmen, wearing suits and leather shoes, were trembling and sprawled on the ground.

“You’re all distinguished individuals, aren’t you going to say something? It doesn’t matter if you don’t; sending you on your way will be just as easy,” Yang Jian said, pointing a handgun at one of the businessmen.

“Please, don’t shoot. We’re just ordinary people. Killing us won’t benefit you,” the wealthy businessman stammered in haste.

Yang Jian said, “But it wouldn’t do any harm either.”

“Let me go, and I’ll give you three billion. How about that?” Another businessman spoke up, his face full of pleading, attempting to use money to buy his life.

Yang Jian glanced at him, the red light around him flickered, and the businessman instantly disappeared from his spot, only to be buried ten meters underground the next instant.

“It’s not about money anymore. No matter how much you have, you’re still going to die. The richer you guys are, the more dangerous you become. Who knows if you’ll put a price on my head once I let you go?”

The huge ransom failed to move him,

He could still distinguish which money could be taken and which could not. If he were recklessly greedy, his end would come sooner or later.

“Then, what do you want to do? Aside from a bit of money, we’re useless. If you let us go, we won’t do anything to you, right?” the previous businessman said with a mournful face.

Yang Jian said, “Don’t put it like that. You’re all quite powerful. You’ve even voted to kill people with a show of hands, more vicious than a ghost killing. But there are some things I didn’t want to ask Wang Xiaoqiang. If anyone among you knows what I wish to learn, I might consider sparing one of you. After all, I’m not some demon who kills without blinking an eye; I still have a sliver of conscience.”

“What do you want to ask?”

“Who killed Yan Li? Wang Xiaoqiang said earlier it wasn’t the club’s doing, and I do believe him to some extent. After all, Yan Li was a club member. No matter how ruthless he was, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to kill his own people, ruining his own brand,” Yang Jian inquired.

“I, I really don’t know. Although we’re shareholders, we only provide funds to maintain the club’s operations. Wang Xiaoqiang manages the actual affairs,” the businessman said, shaking.

Yang Jian said, “Just providing funds without managing is a waste of food; go join that other person.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the businessman in front of him suddenly disappeared.

The Ghost Domain directly sent him ten meters underground.

When the Ghost Domain was retracted,

The businessman immediately felt the soil from all sides pressuring him, nearly suffocating him.

He instinctively wanted to struggle, but it was futile.

He could only feel his life slowly being stripped away.

I’m going to die…

Regret surfaced in the businessman’s heart. How could he have been so damned foolish to agree to Wang Xiaoqiang’s plan to eliminate Yang Jian?

“Next,” Yang Jian uttered again.

“Stop, don’t ask anymore. I don’t know either. Let me go, and I’ll give you my company, worth tens of billions. What do you think?” another businessman begged tearfully to Yang Jian.

In the face of life and death, nothing is too precious to give up.

“What a joke. Do I look like someone fit to be a boss? Since you don’t know, then go join your little friends down there. Your company can be left to your son to inherit. Don’t worry, I won’t go after your family,”

Yang Jian patted his shoulder: “If there’s a next life, be more careful when you vote.”

“It’s not as simple as just raising your hand. If you’re not careful, it might indeed cost someone their life.”

“I won’t bother asking the rest of you, since I reckon even if I did, you all wouldn’t know anything. Let’s all leave together, it’s better to have company on the road.”

Yang Jian stood up, choosing not to continue the interrogation. He felt that staying in this club was somewhat risky.

Wang Xiaoqiang was dead, but his ghost was still wandering outside, and there was no guarantee that other ghost manipulators wouldn’t come to their aid. So, after dealing with these people, he had to slip away quickly.

“Wait, hold on, don’t kill me, I know something,” one of the men hurriedly said at this moment.

His name was Ma Youcai, a well-known businessman in Dachang City.

Yang Jian had seen him on the news before.

“You’re President Ma, right? Let’s hear it. What do you know? Don’t try to deceive me, otherwise, it would be unpleasant for me to make a visit to your home,” Yang Jian said.

Ma Youcai responded hastily, “Every word I say is true. Wang Xiaoming used to frequent a place in Dachang City called Rose Bar. I had someone look into it, and the owner is Wang Yue. He used to come to the club, and he must know something about Yan Li’s death.”

“You’re not just making up some excuse to fool me, are you?” Yang Jian eyed him with suspicion. “Don’t do anything foolish.”

“I swear I’m not lying to you. That Wang Yue is also a ghost manipulator; he’s a difficult man. There are quite a few entertainment venues in Dachang City that belong to Wang Yue. If the price is right, he’s willing to do anything,” Ma Youcai said.

“Really? Then I’ll go ask him about it. But before that, for safety’s sake, I should put you in a new body, President Ma. If I don’t find useful information, I will have you kill yourself,” Yang Jian stated, as the shadow at his feet slowly rose.

Before Ma Youcai could even react.

A head was taken by Ghost Shadow.

Ghost Shadow, holding the head, moved to the side of a beheaded corpse and swapped the two with each other.

A new body appeared.

At this moment, Ma Youcai’s eyes opened wide; he had not yet realized that he had been put into a new body.

He only felt a brief loss of consciousness, and then it was as if everything was restored.

“What happened to me?”

Ma Youcai struggled to his feet from the ground, looking at his hands, feeling entirely unfamiliar.

This body was not his own.

“I gave you a new body. If one day I feel that you’ve deceived me, this body will kill you by itself—a rather interesting idea, don’t you think, your own body trying to kill you? I believe that nobody would be able to save you then,” Yang Jian said, his smile tinged with a hint of eeriness and cold indifference as he pointed at his neck: “Take good care of it in the meantime, it would be a shame if the head fell off by accident.”

Ma Youcai was shocked, subconsciously touching his neck.

The skin and flesh flipped open, revealing a hideous wound on his neck, instantly enveloping his body with a bone-chilling dread.

“I’m leaving.”

Yang Jian gathered the weapons scattered on the ground, picked up a few pistols and some equipment as the spoils of this visit, and then prepared to leave.

“What about me? You’re not going to kill me?”

The sole remaining alive boss looked at Yang Jian with a mix of horror and joy.

“I almost forgot about you. Thanks for reminding me.”

Yang Jian fired a gun with a flick of his hand.

“Bang!”

A muffled sound rang out, and the man fell to the ground, his face still holding the joy of a narrow escape.

And just as Yang Jian had barely left.

The ghost that Wang Xiaoqiang released earlier was now slowly emerging from the building.

This ghost was not aimlessly wandering; it was heading straight for the location of Wang Xiaoqiang’s body.