Chapter 917 - 884 Riverside

The bright sunlight streamed into the room through the expansive floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

It was yet another beautiful and peaceful day.

On the spacious and comfortable bed, Zhang Liqin slowly woke up. She stretched lazily, and though wearing loose pajamas, her mature and curvaceous figure was still apparent, evoking a natural sense of allure.

Her eyes glanced to the side.

The room was empty.

Yang Jian was not here.

In fact, he had left last night after she had fallen asleep.

“Yang Jian’s interest in me is fading more and more.” Zhang Liqin fell silent, feeling a vague sense of crisis in her heart.

This implied that if things continued this way, she would become a dispensable presence, easily replaced at any moment.

She thought of Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan also seemed to have noticed this, so she changed tactics and went to Yang Jian’s hometown to ingratiate herself with his aunt. Most likely, her thinking was that if she couldn’t be Yang Jian’s lover, she’d settle for being part of his family.

Looking at the thick notebook by the bedside.

Zhang Liqin understood Yang Jian’s past and everything he had been through.

She was aware that Yang Jian, to reach this point, had let go of emotions, desires, and even life itself, becoming an incomprehensible anomaly.

Love no longer existed in the hearts of people like him.

And yet, she had fallen for someone she shouldn’t have.

If the day ever came when Yang Jian dismissed her, Zhang Liqin didn’t know how she would survive in this world filled with supernatural phenomena. Perhaps she’d become paranoid until she went mad, or she might be unable to withstand the immense pressure and choose to end her life prematurely.

After all, she knew too much.

The more she understood about the supernatural circle, the deeper her fear grew. And the deeper her fear, the more she appreciated the significance of Yang Jian’s existence.

As she gazed at the bright and sunny world outside, sitting on the bed, her entire being felt devoid of warmth. Instead, an indescribable chill crept over her, making her shudder.

This was a psychological condition, not actual coldness.

As long as Yang Jian wasn’t present, Zhang Liqin always felt this way.

She let out a sigh before pulling herself together, getting up, freshening up, and putting herself together for the start of another day.

She still had to go to the company and work today.

“If life could always stay like this, it wouldn’t be too bad,” Zhang Liqin thought to herself.

Today, she wore a professional short skirt with black high heels, exuding both maturity and sensuality.

Yang Jian’s affluent lifestyle had made it possible for her to wear different outfits nearly every day, experimenting with various styles. She also took great care to maintain her figure, ensuring she could live up to all of this.

“What’s he doing over there?”

Just as Zhang Liqin was about to grab her car keys and head out to work, she noticed that Yang Jian hadn’t left the complex but was instead standing motionless by the riverbank, seemingly staring at something.

Without overthinking it.

She immediately walked over.

But before she could reach him, a car pulled up nearby and parked. A man stepped out, similarly standing by the riverbank and staring downward.

She recognized the man—Li Yang, one of the company’s shareholders and a member of Yang Jian’s team.

As she approached, yet another car arrived from the direction of the residential complex.

Out stepped a woman with a head full of thick, jet-black hair. Her figure was graceful, and her beauty was flawless—a sight that could spark jealousy even in other women.

Zhang Liqin knew this person too; her name was Huang Ziya.

“Something’s happened?” Unease stirred in her heart.

For two members of Yang Jian’s team to gather, the matter was almost certainly related to a supernatural incident—something an ordinary person like herself had no place in.

Zhang Liqin wanted to turn around and leave, pretending she hadn’t seen anything, and continue on to work as planned.

But being already there, if she didn’t go over to say hello it might seem impolite, especially since Yang Jian was present.

“President Yang, what are you looking at?” Zhang Liqin arrived at the riverbank, standing behind Yang Jian, and cautiously peeked around to glance at the water.

The river water was clear, rippling gently, and under the sunlight, appeared somewhat luminous.

The river view was beautiful.

This was also the origin of the name Guanjiang Residential Complex.

But as she continued watching, Zhang Liqin felt something was amiss.

Bubbles were rising from beneath the river, and the water began to turn murky. Then, a pallid, bloated, misshaped corpse-like face surfaced from below the water. Its dark, tangled hair spread out like a mass of aquatic weeds, eerie and disconcerting. What was most peculiar was that it was only a face—no body, no limbs.

The skin of the face was connected to the scalp as though it had been peeled alive from someone’s head.

“Ah!”

Zhang Liqin cried out, instinctively taking a step back. Her high heels wobbled, and she nearly stumbled to the ground.

A cold, powerful hand grabbed her firmly, steadying her posture.

Yang Jian’s expression was impassive, his face tinged with a certain coldness as he said, “What do you make of this?”

The drowned face that had floated to the surface began sinking back into the water, but elsewhere on the river, bubbles continued rising. The water grew even murkier, and more things began to emerge.

It was half of a human leg, its severed end ragged and torn as though it had been ripped apart while decomposing.

“This isn’t an incident originating in Dachang City. Judging by the situation, a supernatural event must have occurred elsewhere and is now affecting this place. If it were local, we would have already received reports of related deaths,” Li Yang said, frowning.

He then gazed northward along the river.

“There’s likely an issue upstream.”

Huang Ziya added, “I reviewed the file on that A-level supernatural event yesterday. The prime suspect is the incident codenamed Ghost Lake. It’s an unresolved case, and now it’s likely spiraling out of control, affecting this area.”

“Ghost Lake? Can something so distant still affect this place?” Li Yang paused, calculating the distance between the paranormal site and here.

It’s at least several hundred kilometers away.

“Not so much an effect—more like supernatural contamination. It may not matter to us as ghost wielders, but for ordinary people, it could be deadly.” Yang Jian crouched down and dipped his hand into the river water.

Under the sunlight, the water felt unusually cold, or so he thought.

“Notify Liu Xiaoyu to start her work and seal all water sources within Dachang City’s jurisdiction,” he said.

Li Yang nodded but hesitated before adding, “Sealing the water isn’t a major issue, but doing so will cause a water shortage throughout Dachang City since the domestic supply system will be affected too.”

“Domestic concerns aren’t our responsibility. Let others worry about that. At the very least, wait a few days to observe the situation. If things escalate, Headquarters won’t just sit idly by,” Yang Jian replied.

Li Yang nodded again.

Yang Jian continued, “And keep people away from the riverbank to prevent further casualties.”

Huang Ziya offered, “Perhaps we could take on the Ghost Lake incident ourselves.”

Li Yang shook his head in mild exasperation. “No, it’s impossible.”

“Why not? If our team acted together, we’d have a solid chance,” Huang Ziya countered.

Li Yang looked helpless. “Because we’re stretched too thin. Both the team leader and I are waiting for the Ghost Post Office’s next delivery task. If that arrives, we’ll have to return there immediately. Once the team leader and I leave, trying to deal with Ghost Lake with whoever’s left will be far more difficult.”

“I see,” Huang Ziya conceded, ultimately dropping the matter.

There were far too many supernatural incidents, and even tackling them one by one required considerable time. Not to mention, the risks were extreme, with a high likelihood of losses.

“Let’s head back. Just stay attentive to this matter. If it remains unresolved in the coming days, I’ll reconsider,” Yang Jian said, standing up and leaving the riverbank.

“President Yang, wait for me,” Zhang Liqin hurried after him.

“These paranormal events keep popping up—looks like things are well out of control now,” Li Yang murmured, standing by the river, his already poor complexion appearing even graver.

Huang Ziya remarked, “Wasn’t this inevitable?”

“Yes, but I didn’t think it would escalate this fast,” Li Yang said, shaking his head before departing as well.

“Drive to the company. We’re going to be late for work,” Yang Jian said.

Zhang Liqin nodded, more than happy to accompany Yang Jian to and from work.

But Yang Jian was lost in thought, pondering the various recent developments.

The curse of the Ghost Cabinet, anomalies in the river, the fugitive Chen Qiaoyang, the delivery task for the fourth floor of the Ghost Post Office…

Every single issue was deeply troubling.

And it didn’t even touch on the worsening situation brought about by the loss of control over these supernatural events.

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