Mysterious Revival

A luxury car worth millions was cruising down the road. Although it wasn’t a rare sight in Dachang City, it still drew glances from pedestrians on the roadside.

Some envied, some were jealous.

"Wow, that’s a Bentley, right? It looks so expensive, must be several hundred thousand at least," exclaimed a girl who was shopping with her boyfriend.

"It’s probably around five million, not just several hundred thousand. You really have no clue," someone said.

A taxi with a slightly deformed front from an accident rolled down its window, and the driver, smoking a cigarette, said with some depth, "If it were any other car, I’d tail it in anger if it pissed me off. But I really wouldn’t dare chase this one."

"Five million? Look at that guy, then look at yourself. You don’t even have a car worth tens of thousands, and he even looks younger and more handsome than you. You really need to work harder," the girl said to her boyfriend.

The man scoffed, "What’s the big deal about being rich? Having money doesn’t necessarily mean you’re happy."

Yang Jian, waiting at the red light, looked out the window after hearing this and said, "Sorry, but having money really does make you happy."

"Damn..."

The man’s face darkened, and then, forcing his courage, he retorted, "Even if you’re rich and happy, you’re still a single dog. I’m different; I have a girlfriend."

After saying that, he lifted his head proudly.

Yang Jian thought for a moment, then rolled down the car window.

Behind him, Jiang Yan, who was playing with her phone, appeared.

"What’s up? Did we get home?" Jiang Yan asked, looking up in confusion.

Although Auntie Jiang was a bit older, she was indeed quite attractive. Combined with the careful grooming before heading out and her curvaceous figure matched with a charming face, plus a dress that was innocent yet seductive, she could certainly be considered a beauty.

"It’s almost nine o’clock now. Why don’t I stay at your place tonight? We’ll handle the paperwork tomorrow," the female sales associate whispered on the side, indicating her reluctance to leave.

She was purely frightened and had begun to feel paranoid.

But the female sales associate was also attractive, mature and dignified in her professional attire, exuding a somewhat different charm.

"It’s fine. Since you’re a salesperson, I’ll make an exception and let you stay for the day without charging you rent," Yang Jian said, then glanced back at the man on the roadside.

"What the hell is this supposed to mean?"

Seeing Yang Jian with two beauties in his car, the man almost burst into tears.

It was bad enough that he was rich, but to rub it in like this was too much.

So young and already such a player, he should be careful not to weaken his kidneys.

"Even if you’re rich, and even if you have a girlfriend, you’re still just a good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid. I have many skills that you don’t. What can you do aside from having a lot of money?" the man said, trying to refute again.

One must not lose face, even in defeat.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and said, "I can drive a Bentley with one hand. Does that count as a skill?"

"I can ride a bike with one hand. I can fix computers. I can make brown sugar water..." the man went on, and before he knew it, tears of poverty began to flow.

Forget it, I’m not playing with you anymore.

It’s not easy being a commoner, just trying to get by, yet I had to run into you, a second-generation rich kid.

"Why is he crying?" Jiang Yan asked, puzzled.

Yang Jian replied, "He was probably just struck by reality."

"Hey, don’t leave in such a hurry, friend. I have something for you." Suddenly, as if he’d thought of something, he called out to the man.

"So what if you’re rich? I don’t want your charity. Keep it for yourself. I may be poor, but my spirit is not," said the man, feeling crushed and preparing to leave with tears in his eyes.

Yang Jian said, "I have a car parked in a corner of the city center. If you can find it one day, it’s yours. You can’t transfer ownership, but you can keep it and drive it." As he spoke, he extended the key to the Mercedes.

"Brother, from now on, I’m your brother for life. You’re the big brother, and I’m the little brother. We may have different fathers, but we’re closer than real brothers," the man exclaimed, running over and grabbing Yang Jian’s hand in excitement.

"Let’s go."

Yang Jian chuckled and handed over the car keys, then as soon as the green light was on, he immediately drove off.

"See that? My big brother is just different, so generous." The man said excitedly, holding the car keys.

But in the car, Jiang Yan was dissatisfied.

"Why give a perfectly good car to some stranger? Why not keep it for me to drive?"

Yang Jian said, "That car was parked in the Ghost Domain, and even if the Ghost Domain disappeared, who knows where the car ended up. Can you find it? I certainly can’t. Plus, that was Master Luo’s car; it’s useless for you to take it. It’s better to give it to someone else to enjoy."

"What will I drive in the future?" Jiang Yan said with a pitiful look.

"Don’t you have money? Go buy one yourself," Yang Jian said. "I gave you a bonus of five million, what more do you want?"

"All that money went to pay off debts," Jiang Yan said helplessly. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Yang Jian said, "Then keep working to earn money. My salary and benefits are quite high. Believe in yourself; you’ll soon earn enough to buy a car."

"Stingy," Jiang Yan pouted.

Sleeping with you every day, and you can’t even spare a car for me.

"First, go to your place and move out all the important things, then leave here," Yang Jian added.

Jiang Yan was taken aback for a moment and asked, "Leave here? To where?"

"Guanjiang Residential Complex. Didn’t I tell you earlier? I’m moving away from the city center to a quieter neighborhood to avoid getting unwittingly involved in supernatural events. The more crowded a place is now, the more dangerous it is. Your experience today proves that," Yang Jian said.

"Got it," Jiang Yan said.

The female sales associate nearby listened thoughtfully.

She was just an innocent bystander who had been accidentally swept up into this supernatural event.

Her experiences today had completely overturned her understanding of the world, suddenly plunging her into a mysterious and unknown realm.

However, she was very measured and did nothing but watch throughout, not asking too many questions, quietly taking note of everything Yang Jian did and said.

"I should move out of the city center as soon as I get back too, and tell my parents and relatives to move away from the city center," the female sales associate thought to herself.

"By the way, what’s your name?" Yang Jian asked.

"Me, me?"

Caught off guard, the female sales associate said, "My name is Zhang Liqin."

"As thanks for saving you today, do you mind going upstairs and helping this Big Sister Jiang move some things down?" Yang Jian said.

"Yes, of course," Zhang Liqin answered without any intention of refusing.

She dared not offend this Yang Jian.

This was someone who could wield a gun and deal with ghosts without a second thought. Despite his young appearance, he inspired an indescribable fear.

But at the same time, he inexplicably made people feel safe.

Fear mingled with a desire for reliance.

A contradictory feeling.

This must be what a big shot feels like.

"You’re not going to help?"

After getting out of the car, Jiang Yan said, "Those things weigh hundreds of kilograms; they are very heavy."

"I’m hungry. I’m going to have egg fried rice. Call me when you’re done moving. If you find it too heavy, ask your college classmate to help; he seems to live next door," Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan rolled her eyes: "Never mind, I’ll do it myself. You go eat your egg fried rice."

She couldn’t move a few hundred kilograms of bricks, but a few hundred kilograms of gold, not only could she move it, she could even run with it.

"Thanks for the help," she said.

Zhang Liqin replied, "Sure, no problem, Miss Jiang."