âNot killing Tong Qian leaves a hidden danger for the future. Weâve already taken out two of Yang Jianâs people, so itâs a life-or-death situation now. Leaving one alive is akin to leaving an enemy.â
In the old, foul-smelling taxi, Xu Fengâs withered face twitched slightly as he stared intently at Liao Fan, hoping to get an answer from him.
Liao Fanâs eyes were filled with ferocity: âKill Tong Qian? How? We barely managed to hit him just now. I know thereâs a good chance he isnât dead, but if we keep going after him, he will continue to attack us. Didnât you see how many people have died around us? If the vengeful ghosts resurrect, it will be a huge problem.â
âThe right move is to retreat first. Even if Tong Qian didnât die from my hit, heâll probably have to lie here for a long time. Without access to the Ghost Domain, he canât make it back to Dachang City. We have enough time to deal with Yang Jian.â
âStaying here costs too much. Donât forget who our real target is, unless you want to give up the idea of going to Dachang City.â
Upon hearing this, Xu Feng fell silent, aware of Liao Fanâs concerns.
Fearing delay could cause more accidents, and ending up with no benefits but only a death and injuries.
âI hope your decision is right.â
At this moment, the car was approaching Dachang City; turning back wasnât really practical. He didnât 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 hadnât 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.
âDamn it.â 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.
âThey are heading to Dachang City, targeting Yang Jian. They have sensed something off about Yang Jianâs condition, so they want to take this opportunity to finish him offâŠâ
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.
âYang 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 wonât find Yang Jian. The issue doesnât end there; they will surely head to Shangtong Tower, and they will⊠kill.â
âNo, I must stop them.â
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.
âCall Li Yang, Huang Ziya, Xiong Wenwen, and tell them to be prepared for defense,â he said.
Feeling powerless, Tong Qian did what he could under the circumstances, contacting the remaining members of his team.
But he didnât 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 didnât 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 MirrorâŠ
âZhang Han, can you really rely on the Ghost Mirror for Resurrection?â
Tong Qian thought of something and began to feel guilty because a Resurrection with the Ghost Mirror required someone to help by the mirrorâs 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 Jianâs 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 Jianâs 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 Hanâs figure gradually began to appear inside.
Itâs just that the mirror was covered by the black cloth, and nobody saw it.
All of this happened silently.
âWhere is this? I remember using the Ghost Mirror; did I die once already? Am I now in the mirror?â 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 couldnât 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 couldnât 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.
âGreat, from now on, I can live a normal life. Although I donât understand what happened, as long as I am alive, itâs fine,â Zhang Han was somewhat joyful at this moment, thinking he could finally lead a normal life.
âNow, I should leave here as soon as possible.â
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.
âItâs a ghost!â
Following that, Zhang Hanâs 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 Hanâs 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,
âNo, donât!â 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 couldnât sense where the mirror was; it was covered by a black cloth and couldnât 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 Hanâs 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 Yangâs car.
So when this odd vehicle stopped, security guards promptly approached.
âIâm sorry, but parking here is not allowed. Please move your car immediatelyâŠâ
Liao Fan and Xu Feng stepped out of the car.
When the security guard saw Xu Fengâs 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 Huaâs men, a bona fide investigator.
âShangtong Tower? Yang Jianâs company.â
Liao Fan looked up: âThis 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.â
Xu Feng didnât waste time, staring intently at the security guard: âWe 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.â
The security guardâs face changed drastically and he immediately called on the radio; âTeam Zang, Team Zang, thereâs a special situation. Two individuals claiming to be ghost controllers have arrived downstairs at the companyâŠâ
Liao Fan stood there unmoved, glancing at Xu Feng: âWe 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 Jianâs company. If he still doesnât show up, then the problem heâs facing is more serious than we expected.â
âItâs even possible heâs dead.â
Xu Feng nodded slightly, agreeing with his deduction: âIt seems after fighting with Ye Zhen, Yang Jian is indeed in no shape to deal. But we expected as much, otherwise we wouldnât dare venture into his Dachang City. Itâs 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 wouldâve been impossible to win if theyâd joined forces.â
âThis is what they call striking first is stronger, if we give the opponent a chance to breathe, we may not be able to compete,â Liao Fan said with a grin, but subconsciously his smile faded.
Even without Tong Qian here, he didnât dare to laugh carelessly anymore.
Pei Dong died with a smile on his face.
âYang Jianâs 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,â Xu Feng said coldly.
Before coming, they had obviously investigated the information.
âXu Feng, what brings you here? If you need Yang Jian for something, Iâm Zang Hua, the liaison officer from headquarters.â
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.
âToday, Iâm only looking for Yang Jian; thereâs half a minute left. If he doesnât show up, weâll go find him ourselves.â
Xu Feng glanced over: âDonât try to pull connections now. Iâm a wanted criminal now and not some head anymore, so youâd better be sensible.â
Zang Huaâs face twitched.
He was actually stalling for time. He took a moment then said, âYang Jian isnât here at the moment. If you have any requests, you can tell me, and Iâll convey them for you.â
âNot here? You think Iâm that easy to fool? It looks like Iâll have to find him myself,â said Xu Feng.
Liao Fan at his side said, âThree minutes are up, and Yang Jian hasnât appeared.â
This moment, he finally smiled.
The three minutes werenât 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 didnât show himself, which suggests he really is in bad shape.
âThen letâs go find him.â
Xu Feng didnât dilly-dally and marched straight into the company.
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