Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian had always wanted a home of his own, not just moving from rental to rental with his mother. He often thought of working hard to earn money early, to buy a house, the bigger the better.

But now, for the first time, he discovered that having a big house was not necessarily a good thing.

Especially since this place had five floors. Searching for a person was no longer a matter of checking each level—it meant having to shout through each floor. If someone wanted to hide here and chose not to respond, they’d be very difficult to find.

At this very moment. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Zhang Liqin was not on the fourth floor, nor was she on the third floor.

After arriving here and seeing the entire building empty, to avoid disturbing others, she had gone to the unoccupied second floor.

The second floor was the living room.

But there was also a rest area.

In the rest area, there was a bedroom, a toilet, and a bathroom.

However, upon entering, Zhang Liqin discovered something very odd about the place.

All the mirrors, including glass surfaces and anything reflective, had been covered with black cloth.

Without exception.

Even the bathroom mirror was the same.

Zhang Liqin vaguely felt that this must also be related to the haunting, so she didn’t remove any of the black cloths. After all, the events from a few hours ago were still vivid in her mind.

Even the most foolish person should have learned their lesson by now.

"Take a bath, go to sleep early. It’s better not to think about what happened before," she told herself.

Although she still felt fear in her heart, the thought that Yang Jian was here brought her a little comfort.

After all, if someone capable of dealing with ghosts was living here, nothing could possibly go wrong.

She took off her work uniform, which faintly smelled of death.

Zhang Liqin stepped into the bathroom for a hot shower.

The warm water washing over her gave her a sense of warmth and significantly lessened the chill on her skin, but the coldness in her heart persisted.

Even though she knew this place might be safe,

the events that had happened and the bizarre covering of mirrors with black cloth still made Zhang Liqin feel uneasy. She slapped her face to stop her mind from wandering.

Ghosts, once they take hold in a person’s heart, cling like burrowing maggots that can’t be shaken off.

The fear inside may not necessarily stem from death, but from the very word "ghost" itself.

This word inherently instills fear, as if possessing some sort of magic.

She quickly showered, enduring an odd smell as she washed her clothes and undergarments. If possible, she never wanted to wear this set of clothes that smelled of death again; they reminded her only of fear.

She hung the clothes outside to dry.

In this weather, they would be dry by morning.

After searching,

she found a bath towel in the bathroom cabinet and wrapped it around herself.

As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom,

Zhang Liqin felt a gust of cold wind. It sent shivers through her skin and into her bones, compelling an involuntary tremble, and the residual smell of death in the air seemed to grow stronger.

She wasn’t sure if it was because she suddenly stepped out and hadn’t adapted yet, or if the room’s air conditioner’s cold air had blown her way.

Not daring to think too much,

she just wanted to hide under the covers and sleep until daylight.

Once it was light out, today’s nightmare would end.

Suddenly,

Zhang Liqin faintly heard someone calling her name—it seemed to be Yang Jian’s voice.

"I’m here," she thought for a moment, then responded once sure.

Following that, footsteps sounded from outside.

Yang Jian hurriedly made his way towards the second floor with brisk steps.

As soon as he entered the living room, he quickly saw Zhang Liqin, who was getting ready to go back to her room to sleep.

He was immediately taken aback.

It wasn’t that he had discovered anything peculiar, but he hadn’t expected this Zhang Liqin to be quite attractive. No, not beautiful, but even though her looks weren’t on par with Jiang Yan, she could be considered delicate and easy on the eyes.

What made one unable to look away was her figure, mature and full, with the characteristics of a mature woman, thus radiating a seductive charm from within and without.

Especially the figure that was faintly visible beneath the bath towel made Yang Jian somewhat doubt its reality.

How had he not noticed before that this Zhang Liqin was out of the ordinary?

"Is there something wrong?"

Feeling Yang Jian’s gaze, Zhang Liqin, as a woman, naturally realized it and couldn’t help but divert her eyes as she asked.

Yang Jian said, "Many mirrors here have been covered with black cloth, you haven’t uncovered any of them, have you?"

"No, I felt something was strange about this place, so I didn’t touch them," Zhang Liqin said.

Yang Jian nodded and said, "That’s good then. There is a ghost here, and messing with the mirrors might very well release it. Just avoid them, and there’s nothing else you need to be cautious of. I came specifically to warn you, so you don’t get caught off guard."

"What? There’s a ghost here," Zhang Liqin exclaimed in surprise.

"Don’t make a big fuss. As long as you don’t act rashly, there will be no problem. Besides, what’s one ghost in such a big place? There are quite a few ghosts in Dachang City, and you don’t see the people living downtown getting scared. Some things, when you don’t see them or know about them, naturally won’t frighten you as much," Yang Jian said.

"Moreover, I’ll take care of this matter, it’s not related to you; you’re just staying for one night before leaving."

"That’s true," Zhang Liqin nodded.

Even though that was said, knowing there was a ghost in the place, she couldn’t help but shiver all over, and her eyes involuntarily scanned around.

Fearing that, in some corner, a person might appear out of nowhere.

"Go to sleep early, I’m leaving." Yang Jian turned to leave, but after only a few steps, he suddenly spun around and said, "By the way, you... you’re not a ghost, are you?"

Zhang Liqin, taken aback, said, "Why would you ask that?"

"Some ghosts hide among people and normally can’t be distinguished. Just to be safe, it’s better to test," Yang Jian approached.

"How will you test?"

"Very simple." Yang Jian suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck.

Clearly, he felt Zhang Yanli’s body warmth, the goosebumps that rose on the back of her head, as well as her nervous heartbeat.

Ghosts don’t have so many signs of life.

Even the best-disguised ghosts lack these features.

"It seems you haven’t fallen victim to that ghost. That’s a good thing. Don’t wander around at night and be careful on your own," Yang Jian retracted his hand.

"I—I understand," Zhang Liqin quickly nodded.

Yang Jian then suddenly asked, "By the way, those... are they real or fake?"

"What?" Zhang Liqin asked.

"Those... your breasts, where did you get them done?" Yang Jian asked.

Zhang Liqin looked down at herself, her face reddening slightly: "These, these are real."

"I was just asking, don’t mind me," Yang Jian said.

"It’s—it’s okay, I don’t mind."

Zhang Liqin smoothed back her hair by her ears and looked at Yang Jian, her eyes unwittingly conveying a hint of flirtation.

Yang Jian, seeing that look in her eyes, paused for a moment.

For a moment, the two locked eyes, and an unusual energy collided between them.

As a mature woman, Zhang Liqin realized that it wasn’t right for her to look at a man in that way.

However, as she averted her gaze, Yang Jian came up to her and asked, "That look just now, were you trying to convey some message to me?"

"No, not at all," Zhang Liqin hurriedly denied.

"I don’t believe it, that look was definitely seductive. I think as a man, there’s something I should do at this moment," Yang Jian said.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhang Liqin stroked her hair again, her gaze flickering, trying to hide her unease.

Understanding what was about to happen, her cheeks flushed, she fell silent, offered no resistance, simply closing her eyes as this man she met just a day ago took her into his arms and carried her into the room.