Mysterious Revival-Chapter 702 - 669: The Invisible Existence

The Exorcism Club's headquarters was set up in Osaka City, not far from Kobe City. After all, the region was limited in size, and the distance between cities was quite short. Therefore, it was only after understanding this that Yang Jian realized why President Mishima was so eager to resolve the Ghost Door Knocker incident.

Because the next area of activity for that malevolent spirit could well be Osaka City.

Once it arrived, the situation in Japan would completely spiral out of control.

After all, relocating the headquarters was not something that could be done easily in a few days or months, just as Yang Jian had experienced with the Ghost Painting incident before. Cao Yanhua had been focused on resolving the Ghost Painting issue, not moving the headquarters.

The location of the banquet had been arranged in an old mansion with a historical vibe.

This place still retained the architectural style of pavilions and towers. The courtyard had babbling streams and an antique charm. In the modern city, such a place was extremely rare. And the person who owned such a residence must have been very high in status.

Yang Jian got out of the car and followed Wang Xin into the old mansion.

Yet as soon as he entered, he frowned slightly and looked in a certain direction of the mansion that made him feel somewhat uneasy.

It was as if his Ghost Eye was giving him some kind of warning.

"Mister Yang, please come this way," Wang Xin said politely. His face was all smiles, seeming genuinely happy without any trace of insincerity.

"What is this place?" Yang Jian asked.

Wang Xin replied, "This is an area specially designated for VIPs. Only someone of your stature, Mister Yang, is qualified to enter. It is also open to visitors from outside on specific holidays."

"I feel disquieted," Yang Jian said bluntly.

Wang Xin's face showed a subtle change as he immediately replied, "It might just be other members of the Exorcism Club. Please do not take offense, Mister Yang; this place is absolutely safe. I can guarantee it with my life."

He was secretly shocked.

Yang Jian had perceived the anomaly just upon entering. It was no surprise he had resolved the Door Knocking Ghost incident so quickly with such a sharp intuition.

"Let's hope so. When does the banquet start?" Yang Jian asked.

"In half an hour. Before that, someone will guide Mister Yang to bathe," said Wang Xin.

"No need. I took a hot spring bath earlier; I'm not dirty," Yang Jian replied.

He certainly didn't want to bathe on someone else's turf, especially as it could be a ploy to inspect his physical condition. Moreover, he now had a slowly decaying wound on his arm, a side effect of using the Firewood Knife, so he needed to be even more cautious.

"In that case, I'll have Keiko continue to take care of you," said Wang Xin.

At that moment, a petite and cute young woman with an eye-catching figure, dressed in a traditional kimono, walked over with a smile.

She was Keiko, the girl Yang Jian had previously left at the Hot Spring Hotel outside Kobe City.

The Exorcism Club operated very cautiously, clearly having brought her back ahead of time.

"Mister Yang, we meet again," Keiko approached, her eyes squinted in a smile, radiating warmth and happiness.

She had thought she would not see Yang Jian again so soon and was surprised that the occasion arose so quickly.

Yang Jian glanced at her and frowned slightly, "It seems some things are out of your control, too. Was this also an order from the Exorcism Club?"

"No, this was Keiko's own idea. I just wanted to thank Mister Yang in person. If it weren't for you, I would have been in trouble this time. Mister Yang may seem indifferent on the outside, but you're actually a very gentle person. I'm really very, very lucky to have met you," Keiko said with a smile, seriously.

"A person who knows gratitude is indeed hard to dislike," Yang Jian said with a steady gaze, "You're much better than some of the others I've met before."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mister Yang. Keiko is very happy," she added with another smile.

At this time, Yang Jian glanced at the group leader named Wang Xin beside him, then spoke, "I won't take anyone from your club, after all, I can't be at ease with your people infiltrating my company. But if you need to contact me in the future, let her do it. Compared to others, Keiko seems a bit more trustworthy."

"Yes, Mister Yang, I understand," Wang Xin said with a smile, nodding his head immediately in agreement.

He knew that Yang Jian was taking care of Keiko and at the same time, sending a signal of goodwill, hinting at the possibility of future cooperation.

"I am truly grateful for Mister Yang's care," Keiko bowed deeply, visibly moved.

Yang Jian's words were enough to ensure her safety in the future, that she wouldn't be sacrificed arbitrarily, and at the same time, her status and treatment would immediately soar several levels. For an ordinary person, this was akin to skyrocketing to success, especially since the social hierarchy in Japan is quite severe.

Without the care of an important personage, it's hard for the junior to make a name for themselves.

"It's nothing," Yang Jian waved his hand, indicating he didn't mind in the least, and then strode forward.

At that moment, Wang Xin came over and said softly, "Keiko, seize this opportunity and don't let the club down. Mister Yang's presence is the only place where you can prove your worth. Don't become arrogant or complacent, remember that in the PR department, you're not the most outstanding member. The sole reason you were chosen is because you align with Mister Yang's preferences."

This was both a warning and a reminder.

"I understand," Keiko nodded somewhat nervously.

"Glad you understand, now go and take good care of Mister Yang," Wang Xin said quickly before glancing meaningfully.

Keiko bowed and then ran after Yang Jian who was ahead.

Wang Xin did not follow. He walked off in another direction because he had his own work to attend to.

"This is the place."

Yang Jian was not familiar with the area, but quickly arrived at a rather secluded backyard where few people ventured, and where he didn't encounter a single soul on the way.

Yet, an unsettling feeling seemed to emanate from this very spot.

It was a traditional-style house, square in shape, with sliding doors instead of more secure lockable ones. Hidden surveillance cameras were installed nearby, giving the impression that it was not a particularly important location.

But Yang Jian didn't believe that there were no problems here.

"Mister Yang, please wait for Keiko," called Keiko from behind, apparently having caught up.

Yang Jian ignored her and continued walking directly toward the detached house.

He paid no attention to the surrounding cameras.

He had no intention of hiding; he was just curious to see for himself what had caught his attention. He knew that this was where he was supposed to attend a banquet, and if he didn't clear things up, he probably wouldn't be able to participate peacefully in the banquet and would definitely have to find an excuse to leave.

"Are you lost, sir?"

Before he could get closer, a voice suddenly rang out from nearby, and a middle-aged man wearing a kimono appeared under the eaves of the house, smiling.

Yang Jian furrowed his brows, unable to understand the words spoken as there was no translator beside him and Nagase hadn't followed.

"This area is currently closed to the public and off-limits to visitors; I hope you can understand," the kimono-clad middle-aged man said in a friendly tone.

Still unable to understand, Yang Jian's gaze lingered on the room behind the man.

"Mister Yang," Keiko ran up hurriedly and found him.

"Perfect timing, see that person in front? Tell him to repeat what he just said and then translate it for me," Yang Jian said directly.

To his surprise, Keiko looked aghast, "Person? Mister Yang, there's only Keiko here, no one else."

Hmm?

No one?

Yang Jian first glanced at Keiko with a slightly astonished look, half-convinced she was joking.

But soon he realized that something was amiss.

Keiko had no reason to pretend as if she saw nothing.

The only possibility was that she truly did not see it.

"Is it only visible to me, or am I unaffected and that's why I can see it?" Yang Jian immediately focused on the middle-aged man under the eaves.

This person was likely a ghost master whose supernatural power had affected this house, possibly creating an effect similar to the Ghost Domain.

Yang Jian could do this as well.

Having no choice, Yang Jian repeated what the man had just said as best he could. Although his pronunciation wasn't quite accurate, Keiko should be able to understand.

"Tell me, what does this mean?"

Keiko covered her mouth and chuckled, obviously amused by Yang Jian's strange pronunciation, and then said, "It means the guests are being asked to leave."

"What's in that room?" Yang Jian asked directly while having Keiko translate.

The man under the eaves said, "An ominous artifact. If the guest is interested, it might be displayed at the banquet later, but rash investigation is not permitted."

An ominous artifact?

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly; he hadn't expected such an object here, and it seemed quite special, or else it wouldn't be mentioned for the banquet.

"That object makes me feel uneasy."

The man under the eaves said, "That is normal. Every ghost master who comes here says so. You're just the quickest to detect it. But now you should leave. Please don't make this difficult for me, okay?"

Yang Jian understood the gist of what the man said through Keiko's translation.

He did not dwell on exploring what was in the house because he did not want any trouble. If his curiosity could not be satisfied, then so be it; he was not one to make unreasonable trouble.

With that, he took a deep look and then turned away.

Keiko was somewhat puzzled; she hadn't seen anyone under the eaves of that house from beginning to end. It was completely empty.

This was an unexplainable supernatural phenomenon.

After Yang Jian left, the person under the eaves also disappeared without a trace, as if he had never existed, and the prior events seemed like an illusion.

But it was not an illusion.

Indeed, there had been someone there, but that person was not under the eaves; he was inside the room... because a faint scent of a decomposing corpse wafted from the dim room, as if someone had died there long ago. The body had not been tended to for some time, and no eerie noises could be heard.

He did not seem like a living ghost master.

"Mister Yang, the banquet is this way." Keiko followed closely, not wanting to lose him again, and hastily showed Yang Jian the way.

At the same time.

The courtyard also saw the arrival of many people, some members of the Exorcism Club, others seemingly invited to the banquet, and some accompanying them, appearing to be influential figures.

Yang Jian's arrival seemed to attract these people's attention.

Despite it being his first time in Osaka, it seemed his dossier had been secretly circulated.

"I am exceedingly happy to meet the renowned Mister Yang today."

An older gentleman in a suit immediately came forward, bowing with a smile and offering his name card, "This is my name card. Please feel free to ask for my assistance if needed; no need to stand on ceremony, as it is my honor to interact with a figure like yourself."

Yang Jian took the name card casually and checked it; it was written in Chinese.

He was also a club president, though not of the Exorcism Club; he was a very famous business tycoon. Even back home, Yang Jian had heard of this man's enterprise.

"Quite a friendly attitude," Yang Jian said, somewhat surprised.

In theory, this man was a leading business tycoon; unexpectedly, he was so humble before Yang Jian.

It seemed that in Japan, the status of a ghost master was higher than he had imagined.

Back home, wealthy businessmen with any standing probably wouldn't bother with the likes of Yang Jian.

Of course, it was also possible that these top-tier businessmen knew too much and therefore felt awe.

Other people noticed Yang Jian taking the name card, and they hurried over, neglecting their dignity to greet him respectfully and offer their name cards, hoping to make a familiar face.

He took them all without pretense, glancing briefly at each one.

Incredible—these people almost spanned all of Japan's industries, all were leaders, the very top of their conglomerates.

"If Mister Yang dislikes this scene, he can go to the banquet hall. There's no need to pay attention to them," Keiko whispered softly.

Yang Jian nodded and extracted himself from the networking.

However, as soon as he arrived at the banquet hall, he saw a familiar figure.

It was Yamazaki, whom he had seen not long ago in Kobe City.

Yamazaki stormed in from outside with big strides, looking pale and upset, as if shocked or angry.

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Yang Jian noticed him, and he noticed Yang Jian.

At that moment, Yamazaki's eyes were exceptionally dark, lacking the composure from their previous greeting and instead reflecting a feeling of hostility.

"It must not have been easy to get out of Kobe City alive, Mister Yamazaki," Yang Jian said with a light smile, as if guessing the other had suffered a setback.

Yamazaki wanted to step forward and say something, but he was stopped by the person next to him. He snorted heavily and turned away.

At this moment, Yang Jian felt it strange.

Why would they invite someone like Yamazaki to this banquet?

And it wasn't just him; it seemed there were other ghost masters invited too; he just didn't recognize them.

"Could this be a trap?" Yang Jian's paranoid imagination began to act up.

Obviously.

This couldn't be the Exorcism Club's trap; it looked more like an important, grand gathering. Although he was part of it, it was clearly not held just for him.

President Mishima had something else planned for him.

Yang Jian checked the time.

He still had time to return to Dachang City to start the trade with the Ghost Cabinet. He might as well eat first before leaving since the transportation of the Ghost Door Knocker needed to be arranged by the Exorcism Club.