Chapter 811 778: Resurrection of the Paper Man

In the afternoon, Yang Jian and his team left the company early.

He arranged accommodations for Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Li Yang, and others, familiarized them with the environment of the Guanjiang Residential Complex, and briefly talked about everyone’s duties going forward.

After walking around.

Yang Jian then took them to a safe house located beneath a villa near his home.

“President Yang, this is the No. 2 safe house newly built by Zhang Xiangu, personally owned by you, President Yang. I have tallied the expenses and will show you the report later,” Zhang Liqin said.

“Let’s talk about this matter later.”

Yang Jian gestured, and he, along with others, toured the safe house.

This safe house was massive, spanning three levels underground, stocked with various living facilities and supplies, everything one could need. An ordinary person could live here for half a year without any issues, and with supplies intact, over ten years. However, these weren’t the most important aspects—the safe house could withstand the invasion of malicious ghosts.

To build this safe house, Yang Jian had invested almost all the money he had earned, including the gold from his last business trip to Japan.

This was a true golden fortress.

Of course, the enormous cost was effective.

The safe house was spacious and could accommodate many people.

Yang Jian estimated that at least fifty people could live very comfortably and freely here; if squeezed, even a hundred people wouldn’t be a problem.

“I never expected you had already been planning to build this safe house so early on.”

Tong Qian observed around and was somehow impressed by Yang Jian’s foresight.

Yang Jian said, “No way around it, I’m afraid of dying. But let’s not talk about that now. I didn’t bring you here just to show you around. It’s about time to start with Xiong Wenwen’s matter. If anything uncontrollable happens, this safe house can isolate everything, preventing any supernatural phenomena from leaking.”

“This is indeed very thoughtful,” Feng Quan remarked.

“So, Captain, how do you plan to resurrect Xiong Wenwen?” Huang Ziya was curious, as she was unaware of the resurrection plan.

“Quite simple.”

Yang Jian immediately brought in a paper effigy from the company and placed it inside a room in the safe house.

“Aunt Chen, the photo.”

He looked around.

Chen Shumei pursed her lips nervously and handed the black and white photo to Yang Jian.

After taking it, Yang Jian shouted, “Come out.”

From a corner of the safe house, a sinister figure scampered out.

It was a child clad in dirty, old shroud, with skin a pale blue-black color, soaking wet as if drowned, devoid of any signs of life, a true, genuine little ghost.

To resurrect Xiong Wenwen, the person in the photo needed to be released.

This release could not be achieved by ordinary means.

It required another supernatural object.

A spirit tablet.

However, the spirit tablet was consumed by it last time, but its bizarre ability did not vanish; instead, it transferred to the Ghost Child.

After all, the Ghost Child’s origin traces back to the Hungry Ghost.

It possesses the characteristics of a Hungry Ghost.

“Release the person in the photo into that paper effigy,” Yang Jian commanded, handing the photo to the Ghost Child.

The Ghost Child’s eyes, like Yang Jian’s, glowed red. The only difference was that its eyes lacked pupils, resembling two glass beads, exuding a malevolent aura.

After receiving the photo with its cold little hand, the Ghost Child immediately dashed into the room with the paper effigy.

Yang Jian didn’t close the door.

He needed to observe the situation, though he might close it if necessary.

“Ordinary people, step back,” Yang Jian cautioned.

As ordinary individuals, Chen Shumei, Zhang Liqin, and Jiang Yan immediately retreated to the door, ready to evacuate at once if things turned south.

“This little one really does listen well,” Feng Quan commented, watching the Ghost Child with some envy.

The Ghost Child didn’t stop its movements; it entered the room and immediately placed Xiong Wenwen’s black and white photo onto the forehead of the paper effigy.

A simple action.

Even somewhat casual.

However, this action enabled the release of the person in the photo due to the Ghost Child consuming the spirit tablet.

The photo, like a bereavement portrait, trapped the consciousness of a living person.

When the Ghost Camera malfunctioned, not only was the consciousness of living people trapped, but ghosts were trapped too.

The consciousness of the living and the ghost were sealed inside a small photo, forming what’s known as a supernatural photo.

Now, in releasing Xiong Wenwen, the ghost connected will also be freed.

The uncertainty of resurrection lies here.

Xiong Wenwen might still be alive, or it’s possible that the malevolent ghost has completely eroded her, and what comes out is no longer Xiong Wenwen, but merely a ghost wearing her appearance.

For better or for worse.

The outcome will be revealed soon, I believe.

The black and white photo is attached to the paper figure’s forehead, and Xiong Wenwen’s fearful, panicked expression in the photo is still conspicuous. However, now some subtle abnormal changes have appeared.

The expression of Xiong Wenwen in the photo seems to be changing.

From an expression of terror with her mouth open to one with her mouth closed, her face numbed and cold, those hollow eyes seeming to peer through the photo at everyone present.

“Something’s off,” Tong Qian slightly furrowed her brows.

“Six people here, we can handle if something goes wrong,” Feng Quan said while smoking, “No big deal, let’s keep watching.”

Xiong Wenwen in the photo now looks like a fierce ghost. The previous panic seemed to be merely a disguise, and now, due to some special circumstance, this disguise has been torn apart, revealing the truth.

Yet the eerie situation continues.

The cold-faced, numb Xiong Wenwen in the photo now begins to struggle; rocking left and right, clutching her head, appearing to be in pain.

However, the image is fixed, and the photo shows afterimages.

One afterimage shows Xiong Wenwen in agony, struggling; another shows her numb, cold expression.

The two expressions alternate, displayed in a slideshow manner.

“Xiong Wenwen is still alive.”

Yang Jian’s eyes shimmer faintly red as he concludes from this eerie scenario.

The ghost has not completely eroded Xiong Wenwen.

The guess is correct.

The Ghost Camera sealed the ghost, forcibly interrupting the state Xiong Wenwen was in during the ghost’s revival and maintaining that interrupted state.

But now Xiong Wenwen’s consciousness is recovering, and of course, the ghost is continuing to erode her.

However, this erosion is not severe.

Because neither the ghost nor Xiong Wenwen has escaped from the seal of the photograph.

The change in the photo is just a supernatural phenomenon and doesn’t represent how things will turn out.

Afterward.

The image of Xiong Wenwen in the photo begins to fade rapidly, as if accelerating in fading.

In just two or three seconds, Xiong Wenwen in the photo has completely disappeared, leaving the black and white photo blank with nothing left behind.

The ghost and the Xiong Wenwen in the photo have both been transferred.

Transferred into the paper figure before us.

The now-useless photo flutters down from the forehead of the paper figure, turning into a bit of dust before even hitting the floor and disappearing from this world.

Supernatural photos are themselves supernatural products; now, without the maintenance of supernatural power, the photo naturally also disintegrated.

Everyone is staring intently at the paper figure in the room at this moment.

More cautious than curious.

If Xiong Wenwen’s resurrection fails, they will not hesitate to take action, confining her instantly so as not to let it escalate into a supernatural event.

After about another ten seconds.

The once inanimate paper figure now begins to move subtly, its eyes slightly revolving, followed by its fingers, and its body starting to quiver…..

The paper figure seems to be bestowed with life, beginning to revive.

“Wenwen.”

On seeing this, Chen Shumei becomes somewhat excited; she does not feel fear or dread at this eerie scene.

“Miss Chen, stay calm,”

Zhang Liqin hastily grabs her arm, preventing any rash actions.

Chen Shumei isn’t afraid of this scene, but she is terrified.

The paper figure before them might be Xiong Wenwen, but it could also be a malevolent ghost.

The resurrection of the paper figure seems not yet complete, or perhaps it isn’t yet accustomed to this strange and foreign body; its movements appear stiff and bizarre.

But as time passes, the paper figure increasingly resembles a living person.

The paper figure lacks a heart and organs, yet it breathes, and breathing sounds can be heard in the room.

This is a good sign.

Because living beings have the habit of breathing, this habit has carried over, influencing the paper figure’s motions.

In fact, whether the paper figure breathes is not important, as the air it breathes in will quickly escape through other openings, much like a container that leaks from all sides.

“Can this paper figure help contain the ghost revival within Xiong Wenwen’s body?”

Yang Jian stares at the paper figure, pondering secretly.

The others likely share this thought.

The paper figure in the room tries to speak, attempting to open its mouth, but its mouth is empty, lacking a tongue, teeth, a throat… a living person would be unable to cope without these organs.

But Leuk San’s paper figure itself was a supernatural product; he could control it, but that doesn’t mean the current Xiong Wenwen can.

This requires a process.

“Wenwen, is that you?” Chen Shumei covered her mouth, crying, not expecting that Xiong Wenwen’s resurrection would turn her into this.

Strange and eerie.

The paper figure twisted its neck to look at Chen Shumei, its eyes black like ink paintings, dim and numb, devoid of any flicker of emotion, staring at her like an inanimate object.

Unable to discern expressions, unable to read the eyes, also unable to determine whether the paper figure was truly Xiong Wenwen.

Feng Quan said, “Brother Tui, it seems very concerned about Chen Shumei, perhaps it really is Xiong Wenwen resurrected.”

“I see, we need to test this, ask it what one plus one equals, and if it can’t answer, apprehend it immediately,” said Yang Jian.

Although it’s the simplest of kindergarten questions, ghosts do not solve math problems.

“Alright.”

Feng Quan approached and asked, “Xiong Wenwen, we’re currently uncertain whether you’re a human or ghost after your resurrection, so we need to test you. Tell me, what does one plus one equal? I’m sorry if you can’t answer.”

The paper figure clearly heard it.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t react to the sound of Chen Shumei’s voice.

Very quickly.

The paper figure raised its two stiff arms, flipping off Feng Quan with both middle fingers.

Feng Quan’s face turned dark instantly.

“It’s Wenwen, it’s Wenwen, she came back to life, it worked, she came back to life,” Chen Shumei was excited and happy to see this.

However, Zhang Liqin and Jiang Yan standing beside were far from happy; they only felt an inexplicable chill.

Paper figure resurrected.

Is this really not frightening?

Not being mothers, the two couldn’t understand Chen Shumei’s feelings in this moment.

“Captain, perhaps it’s just a coincidence, I think it’s necessary to test again.”

Huang Ziya said, “Xiong Wenwen, I ask you, what does five plus five equal?”

The paper figure then crossed the two raised middle fingers, forming an X, and showed it to Huang Ziya.

“…” Huang Ziya suddenly felt an urge to curse.

“It seems it really is Xiong Wenwen,” Tong Qian glanced at Yang Jian, “You succeeded, Xiong Wenwen has been resurrected.”

Yang Jian observed the paper figure and then instructed, “Li Yang, lock up the room in the gatehouse, considering Xiong Wenwen’s current state, we cannot fully ensure her safety. Keep her locked up for a few days, let her get accustomed to the body of the paper figure, at least she needs to learn to walk and talk.”

“Xiong Wenwen, do not resist, this is all for your own good. Once your condition recovers to something more akin to a living person, I will naturally let you out.”

At that moment, Li Yang went over to lock the room.

The paper figure didn’t entertain thoughts of leaving; it silently looked at Chen Shumei, slightly bowing its head.

“Do not let her out before she learns to speak. If Xiong Wenwen attempts to force her way out, detain her. Zhang Han, you stay frequently in the complex, it’s a bit tough but keep an eye on her,” Yang Jian instructed.

“This matter is simple,” Zhang Han nodded.

Yang Jian said, “Alright, let’s leave this matter at this for now, let’s all leave this place.”

“Captain Yang, could I stay here? I want to stay here with Wenwen,” Chen Shumei said at that moment.

“You may, but you can’t stay inside the safe house, it’s still not suitable for living. Go next door, there’s a villa there, consider it my early gift to Xiong Wenwen, you can stay there. I allow you to watch over Xiong Wenwen as much as you want, but let me know when Xiong Wenwen returns to normal, and do not release her without permission.”

Yang Jian was not unkind, arranging a dwelling for Chen Shumei.

“Thank, thank you Captain Yang,”

Chen Shumei’s eyes brimmed with tears, truly grateful to Yang Jian.

It’s only now she realized that although Yang Jian speaks bluntly, even harshly, his words are truthful and trustworthy.

Some people may speak prettily, but when real trouble arises, they do nothing.

“No need for thanks, I didn’t do much, if you want to thank someone, thank Xiao Ming, that Professor Wang; this was his plan, I merely facilitated. After all, I haven’t given anything, neither the photos, nor the paper figure, nor the spiritual alter, none of it involved me, the only real effort was from that little thing,”

Yang Jian glanced over at the corner where the Ghost Child was hiding.

“I hope this paper figure body can last a while after Xiong Wenwen comes back to life, otherwise…”

He said no more, to avoid wounding a mother’s heart.

Immediately.

Yang Jian led the others out of the safe house, returning to the residential complex.

The paper figure Leuk San left couldn’t possibly last a lifetime, it too would get damaged, and if Leuk San died, whether this paper figure would cause problems was also uncertain.

In summary.

Xiong Wenwen, besides coming back to life, presented a plethora of risks.

Unless he could return to a living body.

But there are two prerequisites.

First, he must take control of a second ghost, overcoming the issues of fierce ghosts reviving.

Second, borrow the Ghost Camera for another consciousness transfer.

The difficulty is too great.

There is very little room for operation.

But now, there’s no other option.

However, if Xiong Wenwen returns to normal, then Yang Jian’s team of seven would finally be fully formed.

With one more person who has the Premonition Ability, combined with the Coffin Nail and eerie Firewood Knife in Yang Jian’s hands, plus the assistance of others, it would undoubtedly elevate the strength of this team to another level.

In the adult world, it’s all about weighing pros and cons.

If it wasn’t for Xiong Wenwen’s rare and eerie ability, why would Yang Jian willingly spend so much time and effort, and even take certain risks to resurrect someone who was already dead.

But Yang Jian believes that those who consider pros and cons are more dependable and not at all ugly.

Relentlessly playing the emotional card, talking about righteousness, such people are the most hypocritical and terrifying.

Because emotions and righteousness do not require a cost.

Who would believe in something that comes without a cost?

After leaving the second security house, everyone quickly dispersed.

The reason is simple, Tong Qian, Feng Quan, Li Yang, and Huang Ziya were moving.

Zhang Han temporarily stayed in the villa above the safe house, he was responsible for monitoring Xiong Wenwen.

Chen Shumei moved into the neighboring villa; she seemed tired, having not rested properly for several days, she went to sleep.

Yang Jian went home with Zhang Liqin and Jiang Yan.

It’s been a busy day, but also a rewarding one.

“Why is that woman so beautiful anyway, dozens of times prettier than a movie star, it’s infuriating.”

Back at home, Jiang Yan started muttering, somewhat annoyed.

“You’re just jealous,” Zhang Liqin said with a smile.

She then looked at Yang Jian; it seemed like he was the only one who knew the answer.

But she also guessed a bit of the truth, Huang Ziya’s beauty was a bit too much, and she being a ghost controller, must have been influenced by supernatural powers, her actual appearance might not be like this.

“Just manage the company’s finances well, don’t ask too much about other things, it’s fine if you know some of my personal matters, just don’t talk about them. But knowing other people’s secrets could bring big trouble,” Yang Jian said calmly.

“Understood,”

They both said in unison, with a somewhat coquettish tone.

Immediately, Zhang Liqin and Jiang Yan exchanged surprised looks and swiftly reverted back, a touch of embarrassment appearing on their faces.

Both of them were very clear about the nature of their relationship with him.

But they couldn’t grasp Yang Jian’s attitude, so they didn’t dare to clarify it.

“Come upstairs with me to take notes,” Yang Jian said as he turned to go upstairs.

“I’m coming too,” Jiang Yan immediately said.

Yang Jian said, “Aren’t you going to prepare the share transfer contract and house contract?”

“Oh right, I almost forgot.”

Jiang Yan suddenly realized, then said somewhat heartachingly; “But is it really okay to part with so much money? The shares being transferred are all in your name.”

“A ghost controller is inherently very valuable, this amount of money is nothing. What I gave can only be considered average, not much,” Yang Jian said.

In the team, the most valuable are Tong Qian and Xiong Wenwen, who was resurrected.

One is a ghost-infested mutant, the other has a rare Premonition Ability.

In other country’s headquarters, they would be worth at least several billion.

“Also, if I don’t give some benefits upfront, people might feel uncomfortable,”

Yang Jian added, “Never mind, this doesn’t concern you much, just do as I said.”

“Just complaining a bit, then I’ll get busy?” Jiang Yan said.

Yang Jian nodded and went upstairs with Zhang Liqin.

Meanwhile.

In a certain city elsewhere.

A man with a wax-yellow complexion and strange skin color lifted his head towards the direction of Dachang City.

“Yang Jian really resurrected Xiong Wenwen after all, a ghost with foresight is indeed terrifying. Although the time is short, it’s enough for me.”

The man closed his eyes.

He came to the side of the road and then quickly dashed out.

Vehicles whizzed by him as he ran, without stopping.

Eventually, with his eyes still closed, he safely reached the other side of the road.

“One minute is the limit. If it was Xiong Wenwen, it could probably be about ten minutes. If she can utilize the ghost’s power to the fullest, maybe it could last a few hours, even several days… For me, stealing some other ghosts’ supernatural powers is truly not easy.”

“How could puppets have any ability to suppress the resurgence of a fierce ghost, it’s just making other puppets distribute the ghost’s power,”

The man’s eyes shifted, he then sighed and blended into the crowd, disappearing.

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