Mysterious Revival-Chapter 867 - 834: Breaking In

"Not killing Tong Qian leaves a hidden danger for the future. We've already taken out two of Yang Jian's people, so it's a life-or-death situation now. Leaving one alive is akin to leaving an enemy."

In the old, foul-smelling taxi, Xu Feng's withered face twitched slightly as he stared intently at Liao Fan, hoping to get an answer from him.

Liao Fan's eyes were filled with ferocity: "Kill Tong Qian? How? We barely managed to hit him just now. I know there's a good chance he isn't dead, but if we keep going after him, he will continue to attack us. Didn't you see how many people have died around us? If the vengeful ghosts resurrect, it will be a huge problem."

"The right move is to retreat first. Even if Tong Qian didn't die from my hit, he'll probably have to lie here for a long time. Without access to the Ghost Domain, he can't make it back to Dachang City. We have enough time to deal with Yang Jian."

"Staying here costs too much. Don't forget who our real target is, unless you want to give up the idea of going to Dachang City."

Upon hearing this, Xu Feng fell silent, aware of Liao Fan's concerns.

Fearing delay could cause more accidents, and ending up with no benefits but only a death and injuries.

"I hope your decision is right."

At this moment, the car was approaching Dachang City; turning back wasn't really practical. He didn't say much more and had to abandon the idea of fighting Tong Qian to death.

And after this Ghost Taxi left.

At the place where they just fought.

Dense fog enveloped the area stretching nearly ten miles around, completely blocking off a section of the highway.

But the event happened so suddenly that the road hadn't been closed off in time, with vehicles still driving up, unsuspectingly entering the foggy zone.

In the center of this foggy area,

beside the highway.

Tong Qian, lying on the overgrown grass, struggled painfully to sit up, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his body wracked with intense pain.

Although he had controlled two dead Ghost Faces,

His body was still that of an ordinary person, and being hit and sent flying, even though not fatal, caused him serious injury.

"Damn it." Tong Qian was full of grief and indignation, clenching his fists tightly.

He tried to get up,

But was powerless, in the end, he could only lean against the guardrail beside the road, taking deep, heavy breaths.

"They are heading to Dachang City, targeting Yang Jian. They have sensed something off about Yang Jian's condition, so they want to take this opportunity to finish him off..."

Tong Qian was not foolish.

His mind was crystal clear; he understood why the two men who hit him had then immediately left the scene.

In their eyes, compared to Yang Jian, he was not that important.

"Yang Jian is dealing with his condition in the Safe House One, but so far, only I know this; no one else does. Even if those two reach Dachang City, chances are they won't find Yang Jian. The issue doesn't end there; they will surely head to Shangtong Tower, and they will... kill."

"No, I must stop them."

Tong Qian struggled to stand once more.

However, injured as he was, dizziness overcame him, his nose still bleeding profusely, and standing up made the bleeding worsen.

Dizziness intensified, and he collapsed to the ground again, followed by violent coughing with blood also being coughed up.

With his severe injuries, he was in danger himself if not treated in time, let alone stopping Liao Fan and Xu Feng.

"Call Li Yang, Huang Ziya, Xiong Wenwen, and tell them to be prepared for defense," he said.

Feeling powerless, Tong Qian did what he could under the circumstances, contacting the remaining members of his team.

But he didn't think the remaining few could ward off these two desperadoes.

Huang Ziya and Xiong Wenwen hardly had any real power, Li Yang was decent, but at best could only protect himself, so Tong Qian didn't plan to let the three try to stop them, only to ensure their own safety and protect others at Shangtong Tower, and about the Ghost Mirror...

"Zhang Han, can you really rely on the Ghost Mirror for Resurrection?"

Tong Qian thought of something and began to feel guilty because a Resurrection with the Ghost Mirror required someone to help by the mirror's side.

Now, with the mirror abandoned, there was no one to watch over it.

At this moment,

At the top floor of Shangtong Tower in Dachang City.

A small safe room was inside Yang Jian's office.

A wooden coffin was placed inside, along with a mirror covered by a black cloth.

The wooden coffin contained the corpse of a fierce ghost brought from Yang Jian's hometown, and the cloth-covered mirror was the Ghost Mirror capable of resurrecting the dead.

Zhang Han was killed by Pei Dong, but he had left his shadow in front of the Ghost Mirror last time, allowing him to resurrect with this eerie supernatural artifact.

However, now.

Within the Ghost Mirror, Zhang Han's figure gradually began to appear inside.

It's just that the mirror was covered by the black cloth, and nobody saw it.

All of this happened silently.

"Where is this? I remember using the Ghost Mirror; did I die once already? Am I now in the mirror?" Zhang Han inside the Ghost Mirror was confused, remembering looking into the mirror before, but in the next moment found himself inside it.

It was pitch black around him, and he couldn't see anything.

His memory stopped at the moment he first used the Ghost Mirror.

Zhang Han knew nothing that happened after.

Though he was not slow to react and soon realized that he had resurrected.

Because Zhang Han couldn't feel the ghost inside his body anymore.

He was no longer a Ghost Rider but an ordinary person.

Because a human can resurrect inside the Ghost Mirror, but a ghost cannot, so he was deprived of his ghost and resurrected as an ordinary person.

"Great, from now on, I can live a normal life. Although I don't understand what happened, as long as I am alive, it's fine," Zhang Han was somewhat joyful at this moment, thinking he could finally lead a normal life.

"Now, I should leave here as soon as possible."

After that, he began to action, walking forward, looking for a way out of the Ghost Mirror.

But soon, Zhang Han stopped in his tracks, the joy on his face suddenly stiffening.

A cold and somewhat terrifying hand reached out from the darkness beside him, grabbing his arm.

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Following that, Zhang Han's face turned to one of horror, as he desperately struggled to free himself, trying to burst out of the Ghost Mirror.

But as he writhed, several more hands reached out nearby, grabbing Zhang Han's hands, feet, and even his neck, covering his face.

Countless hands, like countless vengeful spirits, captured him.

Unable to break free.

A powerful force pulled him back, as if dragging him into the abyss of hell,

"No, don't!" Zhang Han screamed in terror, his frantic cries resounded, but there was not the slightest response around him.

The void in the darkness was chilling to the bone.

It seemed the only way out of the darkness was that mirror.

But Zhang Han couldn't sense where the mirror was; it was covered by a black cloth and couldn't show itself in the dark.

Despair, collapse.

Zhang Han wailed and wept, but it was all in vain.

With no one to help, as an ordinary person, he could only watch helplessly as he was dragged deeper into the Ghost Mirror, unable to escape.

In the end.

Zhang Han's figure disappeared within the Ghost Mirror.

His cries of despair did not travel beyond the Ghost Mirror.

Resurrection... failed.

And all of this was unknown to everyone.

Nobody realized that Zhang Han had died twice, experiencing despair and breakdown twice.

But none of this mattered anymore.

Because he would never appear in this world again; his simple dream of being an ordinary man, holding his child, and being with his wife became unattainable.

Half an hour later.

An old and nearly scrapped taxi suddenly appeared on the streets of Dachang City and drove rapidly to the entrance of Shangtong Tower, coming to a halt.

As soon as the car stopped.

It immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Everyone knew that company entrance was a no-parking zone, with the only exception being President Yang's car.

So when this odd vehicle stopped, security guards promptly approached.

"I'm sorry, but parking here is not allowed. Please move your car immediately..."

Liao Fan and Xu Feng stepped out of the car.

When the security guard saw Xu Feng's corpse-like appearance, his words stuck in his throat, and he involuntarily shrank back.

He was no ordinary security guard.

But rather one of Zang Hua's men, a bona fide investigator.

"Shangtong Tower? Yang Jian's company."

Liao Fan looked up: "This building is really high, Yang Jian knows how to enjoy life. While he lives in such a fine place, we have to scuttle about hiding like rats, which is really unfair."

Xu Feng didn't waste time, staring intently at the security guard: "We are ghost controllers, here to see Yang Jian. Inform him to come and receive us within three minutes, otherwise, I will go find him personally."

The security guard's face changed drastically and he immediately called on the radio; "Team Zang, Team Zang, there's a special situation. Two individuals claiming to be ghost controllers have arrived downstairs at the company..."

Liao Fan stood there unmoved, glancing at Xu Feng: "We previously took out Feng Quan and that Zhang Han in the suburbs, sent Tong Qian flying, and now we are at the doorstep of Yang Jian's company. If he still doesn't show up, then the problem he's facing is more serious than we expected."

"It's even possible he's dead."

Xu Feng nodded slightly, agreeing with his deduction: "It seems after fighting with Ye Zhen, Yang Jian is indeed in no shape to deal. But we expected as much, otherwise we wouldn't dare venture into his Dachang City. It's just that his subordinates turned out to be quite formidable, almost managing to kill all of us. Lucky we took out Feng Quan first, otherwise, it would've been impossible to win if they'd joined forces."

"This is what they call striking first is stronger, if we give the opponent a chance to breathe, we may not be able to compete," Liao Fan said with a grin, but subconsciously his smile faded.

Even without Tong Qian here, he didn't dare to laugh carelessly anymore.

Pei Dong died with a smile on his face.

"Yang Jian's team is a seven-person squad. Excluding him, who has disappeared, there are three people left: Xiong Wenwen, Huang Ziya, and a rookie named Li Yang," Xu Feng said coldly.

Before coming, they had obviously investigated the information.

"Xu Feng, what brings you here? If you need Yang Jian for something, I'm Zang Hua, the liaison officer from headquarters."

In less than three minutes, a mature and composed man in his thirties, efficient in his dealings, walked briskly out from the company.

His name was Zang Hua, and he knew Xu Feng.

Xu Feng had been a head, and Zang Hua had seen his profile.

"Today, I'm only looking for Yang Jian; there's half a minute left. If he doesn't show up, we'll go find him ourselves."

Xu Feng glanced over: "Don't try to pull connections now. I'm a wanted criminal now and not some head anymore, so you'd better be sensible."

Zang Hua's face twitched.

He was actually stalling for time. He took a moment then said, "Yang Jian isn't here at the moment. If you have any requests, you can tell me, and I'll convey them for you."

"Not here? You think I'm that easy to fool? It looks like I'll have to find him myself," said Xu Feng.

Liao Fan at his side said, "Three minutes are up, and Yang Jian hasn't appeared."

This moment, he finally smiled.

The three minutes weren't about giving face to Yang Jian, but to observe the situation, to see whether Yang Jian would really show up or not.

And the result was pleasing.

In this situation, Yang Jian didn't show himself, which suggests he really is in bad shape.

"Then let's go find him."

Xu Feng didn't dilly-dally and marched straight into the company.