Mysterious Revival
/ Mysterious Revival Chapter 1165 – 1131: A Familiar Recording
Yang Jian returned to the casino hall as if nothing had happened.
At that moment.
Xiong Wenwen, Zhang Wei, and the others were still unaware that a confrontation had ended. They were still playing in the hall.
Around a table, many people gathered to watch.
Xiong Wenwen stood arrogantly on a chair with a huge pile of chips in front of him. Across from him, the dealer had cold sweat on his face; he knew this kid was here to cause trouble. From the beginning, every game he played, he won, and he had already emptied the credit of several tables.
Now it was his turn.
Moreover, this kid bet heavily on every hand, winning at least over a billion despite the limit.
“What are you looking at Daddy Xiong for? Deal the cards,” Xiong Wenwen glared at the dealer and said.
The dealer had no choice but to continue dealing cards.
As expected, Xiong Wenwen won again, without any suspense.
“If this kid keeps winning like this, he's going to bankrupt this place,” people on the side started discussing.
“Bankrupt? I don't think it's that easy. I just saw Boss He show up in the hall, and he hasn't shown his face since then, which means the house can still hold. The billions lost probably don't affect it much.”
“That's because the hall has limits, so they're not playing big. If there were no limits, Boss He would have to declare bankruptcy and jump off a building tonight. Who could withstand winning dozens of hands consecutively?”
“I heard this kid started playing with only a thousand points, tsk tsk, he just became rich,” someone added.
Jiang Yan, standing nearby, also smiled with squinting eyes. She earned a lot riding on Xiong Wenwen's winning streak. If this trend continued, she would leave Daxing Entertainment City tonight as a small fortune holder.
“Alright, stop playing. Something unexpected happened just now, and things here are over,” Yang Jian came over at this moment.
Xiong Wenwen looked at him in surprise: “Oh, it's Xiao Yang. Where did you go earlier? You were nowhere to be seen. Look at your Daddy Xiong, impressive right? I won a heap of chips from them. Auntie Jiang roughly counted beforehand, and it's at least over a billion. Your goal set earlier was too small; I surpassed it.”
He raised his head confidently and arrogantly.
“Isn't that what should be done?”
Yang Jian said calmly, “If you could foresee and still lose, I'd have to wonder if something's wrong with your brain.”
“Nonsense. Daddy Xiong was the top student in class. Everyone said I was smart. You must be jealous of me,” Xiong Wenwen replied.
Yang Jian didn't continue to argue with him and instead asked, “How much has he won?”
Jiang Yan said, “Should be around 1.5 billion points. But earlier, I heard from others that Zhang Wei won even more elsewhere, but his old habit kicked in, giving out rewards, wasting who knows how much.”
“That's enough. Combined with Zhang Wei's, we should have recovered what we lost earlier. There's not much point in continuing,” Yang Jian said.
Jiang Yan, feeling a bit indignant, said, “I don't think we should let them go. We might as well go all out and bankrupt this casino. Hmph, dare to bully me; I won't let them off easily.”
Influenced by Yang Jian, she'd developed a streak of ruthlessness.
“Boss He is dead, and with his death, the debts are written off. This account is settled; no need to involve others,” Yang Jian said with a calm demeanor. “Let's end it here.”
He was principled.
“Alright, since you said so, I'll let them off this time. I'll go contact Zhang Wei and tell him to stop playing,” Jiang Yan nodded.
“As for others, if they want to continue playing, let them. But Xiong Wenwen and Zhang Wei should not be involved,” Yang Jian said.
Xiong Wenwen immediately interjected, “Nonsense, how could Ah Wei compare to your Daddy Xiong? Is he as good as I am?”
“The others are ordinary people, unrelated to the supernatural circle, so there's no need to restrict them,” Yang Jian said. “You're different; you're involved in the supernatural and need to be restrained.”
“When did Ah Wei become part of the supernatural circle? At best, he's from the entertainment circle,” Xiong Wenwen said. “An entertainment streamer, at that.”
Yang Jian didn't elaborate further.
Only he knew that Zhang Wei had been resurrected by the Ghost Mirror once, and those resurrected by the Ghost Mirror inevitably had some supernatural traces. The most obvious feature was that Zhang Wei's left and right were reversed because the person in the mirror was also inverted.
“That's how things are decided. I have some other matters to attend to; I'll come find you later.”
After instructing them, Yang Jian turned and left.
He walked out of the casino and headed to a private villa in Da'ao City.
The security here was very high, with patrols everywhere and surveillance cameras installed all around. However, to Yang Jian, they were all as good as nonexistent.
“This is Lok Sheng's private residence. If there's anyone behind him, they would definitely meet here,” Yang Jian stood in the empty living room.
Though it was opulently decorated, it was cold, dead silent, eerily quiet.
Yang Jian's footsteps echoed as he stepped on the tiles in the villa.
But after only a few steps, he stopped. He gripped a cracked long spear in his hand, and the Ghost Shadow behind him began to spread out like a dense ink blot, gradually covering all directions.
He intended to use the Ghost Shadow as a medium to find out who was connected to Lok Sheng.
Soon.
The empty villa hall was immediately filled with dense shadows. These shadows were phantom-like, transparent, as if an image appeared before Yang Jian.
The medium could only be seen by someone holding the Firewood Knife.
Yang Jian's ghost eyes rotated slightly as he quickly scanned, distinguishing to find the suspicious person.
Most of those leaving the medium were ordinary people, including security guards who came and went, maids working in the villa, Lok Sheng himself, and some social elites…
Yet as Yang Jian continued to differentiate and investigate.
Suddenly.
In the Silent villa, a rustling sound abruptly emerged, similar to the prelude of an old tape recorder.
With the appearance of this sound, the lights in the villa flickered chaotically, indicating that the electricity was being affected by something supernatural.
“Hmm?”
Yang Jian immediately released the Firewood Knife, making all mediums vanish. He refocused and quickly looked in the direction where the sound came from.
There was a speaker, of modern design, not an antique object.
However, the sound it emitted revealed something unusual.
“Yang Jian, I know you're at my residence right now. Don't bother; you won't find the clues you seek here. Stop wasting your efforts. Additionally, this is a pre-recorded message that plays automatically if you stay here for more than ten seconds. After listening, you'll fall into a deep sleep.”
Lok Sheng's voice came from the speaker,
“A recording?” Yang Jian frowned.
It seemed familiar, as if he had encountered a similar supernatural event before.
When was it?
Ah, he remembered. It was when he had just become a ghost tamer, dealing with the former CEO of Shangtong Tower, a foreigner named Paul, where he encountered a tape recording.
That person claimed to be a missionary, a foreign ghost tamer. To s&u+p+por-t our w-o#r%k!, pl&e^as^e rea@d on M. .V! LE+_+M$P+Y#R-..
But Yang Jian didn't listen to the entire tape. He threw it along with the speaker into the Blood Pool on the outskirts of Dachang City.
The Blood Pool was formed after Yan Li's death, when Ghost Blood surged, suppressing anything supernatural that fell into it, making them fall into slumber. To some extent, the Blood Pool's suppression might even be stronger than the Ghost Lake's.
“The recording is a curse, deliberately disseminated, but the other party seems not too confident. Otherwise, they wouldn't set just a sleep curse; they'd eagerly curse me to death.”
Yang Jian approached the speaker.
He wasn't worried about the curse now; he just wanted to see what kind of supernatural curse it was.
While approaching, Yang Jian held another supernatural item in his hand.
A red pair of scissors wrapped in hair.
The Ghost Scissors could let you see the curse, but the cost of use was high. Yang Jian didn't plan to use it, only to determine his own situation.
Sure enough.
He saw it.
A non-existent thread appeared before his eyes, connecting him and the speaker.
The line was peculiar, a dark grey and untouchable, a manifestation of the curse.
“It is indeed the missionary's recording. It seems Lok Sheng is connected to foreign ghost tamers,” Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly.
“You were too late to notice, Yang Jian. The curse has already begun. Good luck to you.”
Lok Sheng's eerie voice emerged from the speaker. It was unclear whether it was his voice or the ghost's, as it could hear Yang Jian's voice and respond.
Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com
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