Mysterious Revival

On the outskirts of Dachang City.

A helicopter was flying into the distant outskirts.

This was Wang Xiaoming's private chopper.

However, today Wang Xiaoming was in a particularly horrible mood, the worst he had ever experienced, because his younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, had died.

He had watched helplessly as Yang Jian killed his good-for-nothing brother, and the feeling at that moment filled him with both rage and a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Why didn't you ask for my help earlier, why didn't you listen to me from the start, wouldn't it be better for you to just be a rich second generation quietly? Why did you have to go and set up some entertainment club and even dare to hire a hitman? You've made such a big mistake, how am I supposed to save you, how..."

Wang Xiaoming, sitting in the helicopter, clenched his fists tightly. Although he tried his best to suppress his emotions, the death of a family member still filled him with grief and indignation.

But he chose not to take revenge on Yang Jian.

Because Wang Xiaoming knew, it wouldn't be right to kill someone responsible just because his brother was a criminal.

If he did that, it would only cause greater losses.

And the death of his brother Wang Xiaoqiang would make Dachang City a better place in the future.

The collision of duty and rationality with familial emotion left Wang Xiaoming in unspeakable pain.

The officers accompanying him on the helicopter dared not speak at the moment.

They knew that Professor Wang was in a very bad mood; it was better not to disturb him at this time.

"Professor, the situation outside seems a bit off."

At this moment, the observer in the co-pilot's seat suddenly spoke up, "Take a look outside at the sky, it's darkening too quickly. It's not even four in the afternoon yet; Dachang City should be having strong sunlight at this time of summer. This shouldn't be happening."

Wang Xiaoming heard these words and looked out the window.

Through the transparent glass, he could clearly see the sky gradually darkening.

This darkness wasn't the kind that comes after nightfall, but more like a gloomy shadow that enveloped the entire city. The shadow seemed to be a sinister blue-black shade, like the bruised skin of a corpse that had been dead for days, carrying a cold and eerie aura.

Moreover, as the helicopter flew forward, it didn't seem to be getting any further from Dachang City. The helicopter seemed to be circling in place, never managing to leave the area.

"Is it foggy?" Asked one of the accompanying personnel, puzzled.

"This is not fog; it's a supernatural event... Don't fly forward anymore, we can't get out. Turn back to Dachang City, contact headquarters and report the situation," Wang Xiaoming said, "Where's my phone?"

"Here it is."

The accompanying personnel quickly took out a gold satellite-positioned phone.

Wang Xiaoming immediately dialed a number, "There's a situation in Dachang City, Li Jun, you need to come over, bring the Ghost Candle."

"Got it, I'm on it immediately."

A calm voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Professor Wang, the minister's chopper has gotten through," the communications officer said.

Wang Xiaoming took the phone, "Minister, it's me, Wang Xiaoming."

"Professor Wang, are you still in Dachang City?"

The voice of the minister from the International Ghostmaster Asian Branch came from the other side of the phone.

"Yes, still within the range of Dachang City. I suspect it's a major supernatural event. The helicopter has already been drawn in and can't leave the airspace above Dachang City. I suggest you immediately isolate the whole city. I've had Li Jun come this way; I hope it's just a false alarm. Otherwise, I could very likely die here," Wang Xiaoming said.

"Alright, I understand. I will arrange it immediately," the minister replied.

At the moment, in the main conference room.

Hearing this communication, everyone's heart sank.

"Damn it, how could Professor Wang get caught up in this? Isn't this just adding insult to injury?"

"We must find a way to rescue Professor Wang; his importance outweighs a city."

"At all costs."

Various voices could be heard in the conference room.

However, the consensus was clear: Professor Wang had to be rescued.

Meanwhile, in Dachang City.

Yang Jian sat in the taxi, on his way back to Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club.

"It's not an illusion, the sky outside is getting more and more ominous."

He looked out of the taxi window and his brows furrowed.

A dark bluish tinge, like smog, covered the sky, and the light across the city began to dim rapidly.

The air seemed to be filled with a cold, eerie scent.

This feeling... was just like facing a supernatural event.

"Brother driver, can we go a bit faster? I have an urgent matter to attend to," Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and immediately said.

The taxi driver said, "No, no, there are traffic cops at several intersections ahead, and if I'm not careful and speed, my car will be impounded right away."

"In that case, let me drive," Yang Jian said, "I'll take responsibility if anything happens."

"You? That's even worse. Last time I let the wheel go to a youngster your age, the kid sped up to 200 miles in no time and nearly flew up to shoulder the sun." The driver shook his head, "The young people these days are all too reckless, young man, don't worry, it's just a matter of ten or twenty minutes, it won't affect anything."

"I am a Ghostmaster with a real urgent matter, can you please give me some leeway? Here is my ID," Yang Jian said.

He showed the driver his credentials.

"I've seen IDs too many times to count, none are like yours; yours must be fake, which is illegal. Don't casually show it around as a joke," the driver kindly reminded.

Yang Jian slapped his handgun onto the ID, "This isn't fake, is it?"

"Model gun, fifteen bucks each, I've bought one before," the driver replied.

"..." Yang Jian was speechless.

If it wasn't for the situation outside, he wouldn't have wasted so much time talking.

"Bang~!"

The next moment, a gunshot rang out by his ear, scaring the driver almost out of his wits.

"No time to explain, drive quickly. With me here, you won't get points deducted or fined. Just don't get into an accident," Yang Jian withdrew his handgun from outside the window.

"My gosh, is that a real gun? Brother, are you really a Ghostmaster? My apologies for the offense earlier," the driver quickly said.

"Ghostmaster brother, you must be in such a hurry to chase some criminal. I, Old Wang, have been driving for twenty years and today finally the spotlight's on me. Hold tight, today I'll show you what the car god of Dachang City is all about," the driver said excitedly, a grin spreading across his face.

Then he pressed the clutch, shifted gears, stepped on the throttle, and pressed the clutch again to shift.

The whole process was smooth and skilled, quickly reaching seventh gear. The speed increased rapidly, surpassing 100 miles in the shortest time, and still rising.

The sudden burst of speed brought a strong pushback feeling as if he would fly out of the vehicle.

"A taxi's speed can reach this extent?" Yang Jian was somewhat surprised.

Old Wang smirked, "Twenty years of private savings, where do you think I spent it? On the surface, this is a taxi, but it has the performance of a race car. If it weren't for the fear of being too conspicuous with the modifications and failing the annual inspection, I would've already installed a nitrogen acceleration system. I dare say, there's not a single car in Dachang City that can outrun mine.

I heard other taxi drivers mention that a sports car on this road segment reached a hundred in one second. I saw the video my friend took, and that car's performance was nothing special."

"While that sports car is fast, it's very heavy in the front. On a straight path, I admit I can't catch up, but as soon as there's a curve, it has to lightly tap the brakes to push the nose through the turn. If the brakes are hit too hard, it'll get a heavy nose and light tail, and the car will surely be thrown off and flip.

Unless he can overcome this issue, he won't beat my taxi," Old Wang explained.

"You're right, it ended up flipping over. The car was destroyed, and the driver died. I just came from handling that case," Yang Jian said. "You're not going to flip, are you?"

Flip?

"Ghostmaster brother, are you joking? I'm the car god. I've been driving for half my life and never flipped. When I was young, I achieved supremacy against all challengers, and I even won my wife that way. People call me 'Old Driver' now, but my skills have always been at their peak and never declined."

As he spoke, Old Wang floored the accelerator, pushing the speed to the limit.

"How about that? Feel an icy shiver run through you, taken aback?"

Yang Jian said, "It's alright, but it's still a long shot from my speed."

"It seems I need to show you my real skills," Old Wang said. "See that curve up ahead? I'll show you what drifting into a turn is all about."

"Maybe we shouldn't, I feel your car starting to drift, making creaking noises. Could it be about to flip?"

"That's just ordinary tire noise, no big deal. Trust me this once," Old Wang insisted.

"..."

Yang Jian felt that this old driver was just keen on drifting, the path he was taking to go back didn't even go that way.