Mysterious Revival-Chapter 514 - 511 Drinking Party

The appearance of Luo Yong truly startled Yang Jian.

Such fear was incomprehensible to others, for it involved a truth, a terrifying truth. If Yang Jian continued to pursue this clue, he might uncover the secret of a malevolent spirit’s revival and even find a way to resolve the paranormal event.

In an era where everyone was fumbling around exploring the supernatural, acquiring such information could change everything.

However, Luo Yong seemed unaware of these matters. He kept clamoring to leave the club and return to his hometown by car, fearing that Wan Delu and his people were frauds, intent on harming him.

Of course, this line of thought was very normal.

After all, anyone who has an unexpected windfall would doubt their luck, especially when it’s as unprecedented as earning tens of thousands of dollars just for a trip to J City.

After walking over, Wan Delu hastily explained the situation again, but words alone were useless. He calmed Luo Yong’s nerves by adding another fifty thousand yuan, and he made the payment in front of everyone.

"Just stay for another two hours, and after that, if you want to leave, you can leave. We absolutely won’t stop you. Rest assured, we definitely don’t have any ulterior motives. Someone just wants to consult you about your family’s old house; it will be over quickly, and it won’t affect you at all."

After a series of persuasions, Wan Delu had his bodyguards take Luo Yong to the resting room for a break, and he said he would go over later.

Yang Jian didn’t rush to ask questions immediately. Luo Yong was just an ordinary person. He could inquire about the situation at any time, and if Luo Yong was unwilling to cooperate, Yang Jian could also have people from headquarters investigate, although it would take a bit of time and effort.

If the matter could be settled privately with some money, that would be ideal.

"He looks so similar to the Door Knocking Ghost, and his old home has an ancient house... That ancient house is undoubtedly from the same period as the one in Dachang City, likely left behind by a spirit controller from a hundred years ago. This Luo Yong is very likely to be a descendant of that spirit controller," Yang Jian said thoughtfully. "So, was Wang Xiaoming’s speculation correct?"

"The Door Knocking Ghost’s true identity is an entity that emerged from the revival of a spirit controller from a hundred years ago, but if that’s the case, the timeline doesn’t match up."

If this assumption was true, another question arose.

The timeline didn’t match up.

The Door Knocking Ghost incident happened six months ago, first appearing in a ghost story on a forum. From there, the curse spread like wildfire from the forum as the origin, and the Door Knocking Ghost truly began to move, turning into an A-grade paranormal event known as Ghost Door Knocker, and becoming Yang Jian’s nightmare.

But six months ago, the Door Knocking Ghost hadn’t appeared yet, which was enough to prove that it hadn’t awakened at that time.

Before its revival, where was this entity? Could it have been a living spirit controller?

There were too many mysteries to unravel.

Yang Jian didn’t have enough information to analyze at the moment. He shook his head slightly and gathered his scattered thoughts back together.

"Brother Tui, this matter with Luo Yong has been settled. There are some things we can discuss after we eat, it’s not too late. The dishes have been served, just waiting for us to start. There are a few dishes today that you really must try; I guarantee you’ll be satisfied," Wan Delu said with a smile as he returned.

The group made their way to a tastefully decorated private room.

The table was filled with a variety of dishes. Some were presented in a unique style, with smoke wafting around them, not much in quantity, but prepared in a way that seemed expensive and exclusive.

"President Wan, you’ve arrived," said two or three men dressed in suits as they hastily stood up in the private room, wearing ingratiating smiles.

Wan Delu said with a laugh, "Brother Tui, this is the manager of my branch office. He took care of the antique affair this time. If you have any questions, you can ask him directly."

"Good to meet you, President Yang. I hope for your support in the future," the manager said with a smile.

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Let’s have a good talk later. Let’s have dinner first. I guess you’re all hungry waiting for me. I’m not very particular, so let’s keep it casual."

He wasn’t very good at socializing, after all, he had been in an academic city before and hadn’t had much exposure to it.

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However, following the principle of not hitting a smiling face, whether these people were flattering, brown-nosing, or being hypocrites, as long as they didn’t intentionally provoke him, Yang Jian was usually quite polite.

"Come, come, sit down and have some food. By the way, did you bring that bottle of treasured wine I have? Hurry up and open it," Wan Delu said enthusiastically.

"President Wan, including the time for the wine to breathe, it’s just perfect." The manager said with a smile as he took out a bottle of red wine that had seen some years.

Wan Delu boasted with some self-satisfaction, "Brother Tui, you’ll definitely be interested in this wine, the famous ’82 Lafite. All those on the market are fakes, but this one is real; I wheedled it from someone else."

Although to those who understand wine, this wasn’t the best, its reputation was undeniable.

The host of the dinner had a few who knew their wine, and they drank for the fame more than the flavor, probably not even able to tell if you swapped the contents with a hundred yuan bottle of red wine.

"I don’t drink alcohol, juice will be fine," Yang Jian said with a slight smile, refusing Wan Delu’s kindness.

His not drinking wasn’t because he couldn’t or didn’t dare; he was afraid of getting drunk.

For a ghost controller, being drunk was risky—who knows whether he might misuse the ghosts’ abilities? Although Yang Jian had never tried, people like him absolutely couldn’t lose control over their own body.

"No problem, we have juice too, all freshly squeezed. But if Brother Tui is interested in the wine, try a little, it’s okay to just leave it there if you don’t drink it. Come on, pour some for Brother Tui," Wan Delu signaled to the accompanying beauty.

The beauty hastily assumed the role of a server, pouring wine for Yang Jian and serving juice with a smile on her face.

Such service was probably unmatched by anyone else.

Yang Jian didn’t enjoy the atmosphere of flattery and appeasement at the dinner table; on the contrary, he felt an inexplicable unease that left him weighed down with heavy thoughts.

The source of his unease was still Luo Yong.

Was it the trepidation before knowing the truth, or the fear of continuing to delve into that period... After all, the truth might not bring hope but rather despair, like an abyss without a glimmer of light.

If he knew the truth of despair in advance, Yang Jian didn’t know how he would face everything that was to come.

The hand holding the glass of juice trembled slightly.

This wasn’t fear-induced but an inexplicable shudder.

"He’s afraid..." The beauty sitting next to him felt Yang Jian’s subtle movement and a nameless terror arose in her.

Because she had been seated next to Yang Jian since the car ride, she had been observing this man all the time, whether he was chatting confidently with President Wan or confronting the mysterious man named Chen Yi, even when discussing spiritual events related to human life, he had been full of confidence, even assertive.

But now, this man was afraid?

On the other hand, what might be the thing that even a person of his caliber was afraid of?

The beauty dared not imagine, for it was beyond the limits of what she could guess, and all she could do was to try her best to play her role at the dinner table.

"Miss, what are you thinking about? You spilled the juice," Yang Jian suddenly glanced at her and said. Enjoy exclusive content from novelbuddy

"Sorry, very sorry," the beauty came to her senses and hurriedly cleaned up the table, not daring to raise her head.