Mysterious Revival
/ Mysterious Revival Chapter 160 – Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Zhang Xiangu
Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Zhang Xiangu
Please continue reading on ΒOXΝʘVEL.ϹΟM .“Cough, cough cough.”
Zhang Xiangu sat on the sofa in the living room with an incredibly awkward expression on his face. He could only use the coughing sounds as a substitute.
Zhang Wei looked at him with a bizarre expression, seeming to still be recalling the scene that had just taken place.
Yang Jian, on the other hand, sat nonchalantly next to him, eyes focused straightforward as if he knew nothing.
None of the people said a word.
“Your coffee.”
At this moment, a mature woman in her mid-thirties came over with several cups of coffee. She first handed a cup to Yang Jian, then to Zhang Xiangu and Zhang Wei. From the beginning to the end, this woman didn't dare to lift her head to face anyone, and her face was still red,
Yang Jian didn't know her name.
He only knew her last name was Huang.
She was the domestic helper of Zhang Wei's family.
But, which domestic helper has such high attractiveness, mature and glamorous, with a figure that's curvy in all the right places? This isn't something out of a movie or novel plot.
Without a doubt.
She was the mistress that Zhang Xiangu's father had conveniently kept in the house.
After all, given Zhang Wei's father's wealth and status, such matters were not unusual. The only improper thing was that the previous scene was accidentally witnessed by Zhang Wei, and he saw it all, even though it was hard to mention. But Yang Jian still couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Zhang Xiangu in his mind.
Citizens really know how to play~!
As Yang Jian was about to take a sip of his coffee, Zhang Wei stopped him.
“Hold on, Brother Tui, there's something wrong with the coffee. Don't drink it yet,” said Zhang Wei, his brow furrowed, sensing that something was amiss.
“What's wrong?”
Zhang Wei said, “I checked before. The water has been turned off at home. Where did the water come from to make this instant coffee? Unless…”
He sniffed, then cast a suspicious glance at Auntie Huang nearby.
“But one person's pee isn't enough to make three cups of coffee, so there's no problem with the coffee, Brother Tui. You can drink it.”
“What are you thinking about?” Zhang Xiangu said.
Zhang Wei replied, “Dad, if you keep being this perverted, I'm going to have a hard time getting along with you. Especially after what happened in the room, not only did I see it, but Brother Tui saw it too. This is going to make it hard for me to make friends in the future.”
“Cough cough, that was just a misunderstanding a moment ago. I just dropped something and was looking for it on the ground. Auntie Huang just accidentally fell and landed on top of me. Nothing actually happened between us. Please don't misunderstand,” explained Zhang Xiangu.
“You don't need to explain. I understand it all. I'm not a three-year-old child. There's a folder named ‘Battle of Autumn Mountain' on my computer hard drive, which contains all the relevant information. I study it occasionally, you know. But I can't learn those difficult moves,” Zhang Wei said seriously.
“…”
Yang Jian felt that both people were very unusual.
Zhang Xiangu's face turned red; “Let's not talk about this. Is this your classmate? He looks very promising. Aren't you going to introduce him?”
Zhang Wei said, “Yang Jian, my classmate, nicknamed Brother Tui. I've mentioned him to you before, Dad. Recently, our house has been haunted, so I asked Brother Tui to take a look.”
“Oh, your classmate is also into Feng Shui Metaphysics?” Zhang Xiangu said, somewhat surprised.
Yang Jian replied, “I don't understand Feng Shui Metaphysics. You've flattered me, Uncle Zhang. I just occasionally deal with some special events, and I'm not exactly an expert as Uncle Wang might think.”
“What special events can you talk about? I'm very interested in some of these odd and strange matters,” said Zhang Xiangu.
“You're interested in Auntie Huang, I bet,” chimed in Zhang Wei from the side.
Zhang Xiangu retorted, “You looking for a beating, kid?”
“I'm going to tell Mom later,” responded Zhang Wei.
“Didn't you say last time you wanted to buy that thirty-million sports car? I'll let you go buy it tomorrow. Consider this incident as if it never happened. How about that?” Zhang Xiangu offered.
Zhang Wei replied, “Alright, it's settled then.”
Yang Jian said, “With Uncle Zhang's stature and standing, surely you must have caught wind of some of the strange happenings in Dachang City? For instance, my and Zhang Wei's personal experience with the paranormal events at The Seventh High School. I wonder how much Uncle Zhang knows about that?”
“I've heard some things. They're mostly rumors, whose authenticity is debatable,” Zhang Xiangu acknowledged.
Zhang Xiangu said, “I've had someone look into the matter at The Seventh High School as well, and there indeed are major doubts. Although there are claims of hauntings, I remain skeptical, for some things can only be confirmed after seeing them with my own eyes.”
“It's right to be skeptical, but the matter is indeed real, and where there are hauntings, there are people who deal with them. Currently, I'm engaged in this line of work. Uncle Zhang, if you're interested, you could learn more about it. It wouldn't do you any harm,” Yang Jian spoke up.
“You're engaged in this line of work, do you have any proof?”
Zhang Xiangu continued, smiling, “I don't mean to doubt you, especially since you are Zhang Wei's classmate. I just want to confirm whether supernatural events are real or not. I've heard quite a bit lately and can't be sure. Today I happen to meet you, which is the perfect opportunity to clear my doubts.”
“Dad, I can prove it, we really have a ghost at home,” Zhang Wei said.
Zhang Xiangu said, “Nonsense, if there really was a ghost in our house, how come I haven't encountered it.”
“What Zhang Wei says is true. Someone sealed off the villa to isolate this place and prevent the spread of supernatural events. The gas leak is just a smokescreen. Today, I came here to investigate, but I didn't expect to run into you and Uncle Zhang. Under this military lockdown, though, how did you two manage to get in?” Yang Jian said.
“I created an escape route when the villa was being renovated.”
Zhang Xiangu said and then with some surprise, “But this lockdown, this martial law, was it arranged by you?”
A mere twelfth-grade student, could he have such power?
However, seeing Zhang Wei following this Yang Jian around like a little brother, it seemed that this guy must have some real skills, otherwise, Zhang Wei wouldn't be so respectful.
“This line of work is cruel, but those who survive have certain privileges. It's nothing unusual,” Yang Jian said.
“Since you say the villa truly has a ghost, would you mind letting me see for myself?” Zhang Xiangu said.
Yang Jian said, “Supernatural phenomena differ, and ghosts appear in various ways. Right now, it's quite simple to see the ghost in the villa. Just reflect light around with a mirror. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be easy to locate the ghost's presence, as the villa is only so big.”
“Xiao Huang, get a mirror,” Zhang Xiangu immediately said.
Auntie Huang quickly brought over a small mirror, “Will this do?”
Zhang Xiangu glanced at Yang Jian, who said, “That's enough.”
Shortly after, he took the mirror and reflected it around the surroundings.
“Dad, over there, I saw the ghost there before. If it weren't for Brother Tui here, I'd have bolted long ago,” Zhang Wei hurriedly pointed behind the sofa.
With his son saying so, it seemed somewhat credible. After all, this brat wouldn't lie to him at such a time, right? Zhang Xiangu's face took on a serious expression as he reflected the light behind the sofa.
Yet there was no one there.
He reflected light to the left and right but still found nothing.
Everything in the room was normal.
“There's nothing,” Zhang Xiangu said while laughing and shaking his head.
He was actually believing a student's word, it seemed the ghost stories he'd recently heard had influenced his own judgment.
His son was one thing, but even he was going along with Yang Jian's nonsense.
After all, he was a corporate executive, worth billions. If word got out, he would surely be the subject of ridicule.
However, when he placed the mirror on the coffee table, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
By the second-floor railing.
A person was standing there motionless.
Because of the angle, only half of the body was visible, but without a doubt, it was a person.
The mirror was crystal clear, there was no mistaking it.
“Hmm?”
Zhang Xiangu's eyes widened as he abruptly looked up.
By the second-floor railing, there was nothing, it was completely empty. He turned back to look at the mirror.
But the person in the mirror was turning away and then slowly disappeared into the corridor on the second floor.
“The ghost's location shifts, it wasn't necessarily standing behind the sofa the whole time, so you need patience to find it. But it is definitely somewhere in the house,” Yang Jian spoke.
“Le, Brother Tui, what did you just say?”
Zhang Xiangu looked up, his voice stuttering, and fear evident in his eyes.
“…”
Chapter end
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