Mysterious Revival-Chapter 714 - 681: Three Weird Things

In the afternoon, Yang Jian took a brief stroll around the village without any particular purpose; he just wanted to survey the place, to see if there were any odd or eerie aspects to it.

After all, it involved the safety of his own village, which Yang Jian took quite seriously.

It was different from when he entered Huanggang Village before.

Now, Yang Jian could brazenly use his Ghost Eye, with no need to be overly cautious about employing its abilities, since his Ghost Eye was still in a state of balance.

"I haven't discovered anything," Yang Jian thought to himself.

This was an utterly ordinary village, without any mysterious or inexplicable occurrences.

"Are you looking for something?" Jiang Yan, who had been following him, asked curiously.

"Not looking for anything specific, just wandering around," said Yang Jian.

Having confirmed that there were no issues with the placement of the memorial portraits or anywhere else in the village, he felt that the only remaining place of suspicion was where his father frequently visited before his death, but this was something he didn't know and would have to ask his mother about.

"Let's go back."

He didn't dawdle, and turned to head back to the ancestral home.

Upon returning, he happened to run into his mother and a few relatives chatting in the courtyard about ordinary family matters.

"Zhang Fen, what's Yang Jian doing nowadays? I heard that after some issue at school, he hasn't gone back to his studies. That won't do, he needs to attend school. Although he missed a year, he could retake it, and who knows, he might be lucky and get into college next year."

"But getting into college is tough, and the fees for a year are tens of thousands, not easy to come by. My kid just started high school and it already costs at least sixty or seventy thousand a year."

Zhang Fen was a middle-aged woman who appeared honest and straightforward, yet she harbored her own little schemes. She smiled and said, "Yang Jian has been quite busy recently, no time to review or study. Anyway, his grades weren't great, he wasn't cut out for academics, so he and his classmate Zhang Wei started a company, and it's doing quite well."

"That Zhang Wei is something else, the son of a billionaire real estate mogul. Yang Jian is lucky to ride his coattails, and now he seems rather successful himself. He even made enough to buy a five-story villa in Dachang City for me to live in."

"Look, now when I have free time, I just garden in the courtyard."

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As she spoke, she took out her phone to show off to the relatives.

Seeing that grand villa and the garden full of vegetables, several relatives suddenly looked a bit embarrassed.

Could it be that the poorest family had turned their fortunes around in just over half a year?

However, as far as Zhang Fen was concerned, it was thanks to Zhang Wei that Yang Jian had become successful; she was completely unaware that Yang Jian had become the richest man in Dachang City, with another title to add: The Big Boss of Dachang City.

An influential city leader, a status that most common people could only dream of.

Yet, the cost of it all was immensely heavy; if possible, Yang Jian would rather be without it all, as the experiences involved were unbearable for anyone.

"Is this for real, Yang Jian is that successful? It's hard to tell, really. Well, I really should visit your villa one day," a relative said, envious but with an edge in their tone.

Zhang Fen smiled confidently, "Of course, I'll welcome you properly when the time comes."

As they spoke, Yang Jian came over, "Mom, I'm here. I've been thinking about something and wanted to ask you about it."

"Hello Auntie," said Jiang Yan, shyly smiling as she followed behind.

Zhang Fen glanced over, a little disappointed not seeing Zhang Liqin, whom she favored, but seeing Jiang Yan instead; she regarded her as lazy and gluttonous. However, noticing Jiang Yan was dressed nicely and looked youthful and beautiful, her displeasure vanished.

She didn't expect Jiang Yan to look so attractive when dressed up, almost like a celebrity.

Her skin seemed so delicate, as if one could squeeze water out of it.

Standing next to Yang Jian, she almost made it seem like Yang Jian didn't match up to her.

Yang Jian and Jiang Yan's arrival immediately sparked the curiosity of the relatives. They sized them up, inquired, and were especially relentless when it came to questioning Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan's social skills had improved considerably. She responded with smiles, polite and never without a smile, and when her identity was questioned, she confidently affirmed that she was Yang Jian's girlfriend. Their relationship was very strong, and she even said that they could get married anytime, as long as Yang Jian was willing.

Yang Jian was disinterested in these exchanges. He asked, "Mom, I just want to ask about Dad's stuff. Did he leave anything behind when he was still here? Like some farmland, a fish pond or something? I want to know their exact locations."

Zhang Fen was about to speak when one of the relatives quickly interjected, "Look, Yang Jian, that's all in the past. Nowadays, there's no such thing as farmland or fish ponds left—everything has been leased to private individuals. They're no longer yours. Besides, you've made a fortune outside, why care about these trifles?"

Yang Jian looked at this person, who seemed to be his aunt, then said, "I'm not interested in these things, not trying to take them back. I just want to have a look, that's all."

"What's so interesting about some mud and water?" the aunt flatly refused.

"I just want to take a look, that shouldn't be a problem," Yang Jian said. "Aunt, you're stopping me from checking them out—is it because those things are now under my uncle's name? But I'm not here to settle the old scores today, I've lost interest in that."

"If you're not interested, then why bring it up? There really is truth in the saying—the richer you are, the stingier you get. Young and utterly heartless. When your dad was here, our family helped yours a lot," the aunt spoke quickly, as if deeply suspicious of Yang Jian's intentions.

Yang Jian was not angry, just found it somewhat amusing.

This aunt didn't consider what use he would have for those things. Did she think he would go back to his hometown to raise fish?

The previous disputes were merely about not being able to swallow his pride.

Now that his perspectives had broadened, he no longer cared about such matters. Thus, both he and his mother preferred not to bring it up anymore, out of consideration for family ties.

"Let's drop it, I won't discuss it with you, aunt. Mom, please tell me in detail, I'll go have a look after dinner," Yang Jian shook his head, feeling it shameful to be arguing about such matters while being a person with the "Ghost Eye."

Zhang Fen said, "I don't remember very clearly, but there seems to be a fish pond to the south of the village. He used to raise fish there, or something like that, I can't recall. It's been quite a while since I last checked, and I'm not sure if it's still there. Behind it, there was a piece of land that your dad voluntarily offered to the village to build a small temple on..."

"No, not just that. Aside from these, there's also a grove to the west that used to belong to your dad. I remember your dad raised something there too. Yes, now I remember, he raised dogs, a whole pack of them. To tend to these animals, he even built a small wooden hut there. Later, the dogs were sold off overnight, and your dad never spent time in that grove again."

Another relative, a bit kinder, detailed some old stories.

A fish pond, a small temple, and a grove.

He had once raised something in the fish pond, the small temple was built by him, and he also raised dogs in the grove for a while, before they mysteriously vanished overnight...

Yang Jian paid attention to this key information.

Each activity seemed ordinary on the surface, but upon closer thought, they were not so normal.

A grown man engaging in these activities appeared to be shirking his responsibilities, as none yielded direct economic value, meaning they were all losing propositions.

A typical man under the pressure of providing for his family wouldn't engage in unprofitable activities, lest he allow his family to starve.

"As I suspected, was my father, while he was still alive, not a normal person?"

Although it was a speculation, there was already a degree of certainty in his heart.

Old Qin's words were evidently true.

He had met Yang Jian's father, and there was a part of the story that Yang Jian could not comprehend. His father's unexpected death meant that many details remained undisclosed.

If everything was as speculated,

Then the ghost that appeared in his rental room might not have been an accident.

For some reason, Yang Jian felt an inexplicable chill at that moment.

He may have been in contact with ghosts a long time ago without even knowing it.