Chapter 166: Gu Yan's Resurrection

Lin Chong’s situation was dire; his fingernails were nearly digging into Shen Mubai’s wrist flesh.

“Ranran, do you know what’s wrong with him?” Gu Beicheng wrapped his arm around the woman’s shoulder, his large hand gently tapping her soft cheek.

“No idea.” Mu Ran shook her head. Beneath her goggles, her once seductive fox-like eyes flickered with a hint of terror and fear.

Her small hands clutched the edge of Gu Beicheng’s coat, fingers turning white, her face pale.

The more violently Lin Chong twitched, the harder it became for her to avoid danger.

“Let’s help him into the lounge first.”

Mu Ran’s calm tone trembled slightly.

Gu Beicheng noticed and tightened his hold on her shoulder, as if transmitting strength to reassure her that everything would be fine with him around.

Shen Mubai tilted his head, nodded slightly at Mu Ran, whose lips were pursed and whose aura was unsettling, then turned to support Lin Chong.

Enduring the sharp pain in his wrist, Shen Mubai helped the man up. “Baldy, take it easy! Your grip’s about to tear the flesh off! What’s with you stammering—got something to say?”

“Ah—” Lin Chong’s face twisted in agony as he shouted with all his might.

“Ranran! Run now!”

Lin Chong’s voice echoed across the ski resort, shaking Mu Ran’s heart as well.

For reasons unknown, Mu Ran felt a wave of fear.

Once Lin Chong was helped into the lounge, his consciousness gradually cleared.

“Brother Lin? What did you see?”

The woman crouched by the sofa where Lin Chong lay, a flicker of dread in her eyes.

Lin Chong stammered, troubled, unable to utter a word for some time.

“See what exactly?”

Shen Mubai was baffled by the conversation between Lin Chong and Mu Ran.

Gu Beicheng shook his head expressionlessly at Shen Mubai. “No idea.”

Lin Chong lay weak on the sofa.

One could only imagine how grim and horrifying the visions he had just foreseen were.

“Ranran, that person isn’t dead.”

Lin Chong’s heart ached painfully, leaving him speechless.

“What?”

That person isn’t dead?

Mu Ran’s pupils trembled violently, her lips quivering slightly as she plunged into a cold abyss.

She fixated on Lin Chong’s eyes, trying to read his mind.

One scene after another flashed by.

She saw Gu Beicheng, Shen Mubai, Lin Chong, and the one standing at the very top of the ski slope—Gu Yan!

Gu Yan wasn’t dead?!

“He jumped from the building, didn’t he? Why isn’t he dead?”

Mu Ran murmured, dazed.

In this world, Gu Yan was an unfathomable psychic.

Could he have come back to life?

But falling from such a height should have shattered him into pieces, bloodied and mangled.

“Are you talking about Gu Yan?”

Shen Mubai stepped closer, anger creeping into his tone as he caught key words from Mu Ran and Lin Chong’s exchange.

“Gu Yan! Gu Yan’s not dead?”

Impossible!

He saw with his own eyes Gu Yan’s corpse being carried away by the ambulance when he came downstairs.

Shen Mubai’s face darkened. He glanced at Gu Beicheng, whose lips were tightly pressed, his expression gloomy and violent. He sighed, “Mu Ran, I saw Gu Yan being taken away myself.”

“Do you believe in possession?” Mu Ran spoke softly, snapping her fingers at the fragile Lin Chong lying on the sofa.

He fell asleep, and she stood slowly, her aura cold and mysterious.

“Gu Yan is dead, but he continued living by taking over another person’s body.”

Such a simple statement weighed heavily on Gu Beicheng and Shen Mubai.

They had known Gu Yan since childhood and were aware of his sinister nature.

If what Mu Ran said about “possession” was true, Gu Yan must have practiced some dark art.

Hearing their silent doubts, Mu Ran smiled faintly; her pale face gradually regained some color. “It’s not dark magic. His way of ‘possession’ is like his mind-reading ability—he kills his closest loved ones to survive.”

Shen Mubai frowned. “Gu Yan’s closest loved ones?”

Who could that be?

Gu Yan’s mother died from complications during childbirth.

His father?

Yes—Gu Yan’s second uncle.

“Beicheng!” Shen Mubai stomped his foot and looked at Gu Beicheng.

Gu Yan’s second uncle was his father.

Previously, Gu Yan hypnotized Gu Beicheng, trying to kill the uncle, but failed as Gu Beicheng managed to resist the hypnosis.

Since then, the uncle narrowly escaped death and was hidden away by Old Master Gu in a secret location.

“Where’s Beicheng?”

In the blink of an eye, Gu Beicheng was gone.

Mu Ran picked up a nearby snowboard, then sat on the sofa, placing the board across her lap and slowly wiping it with a cloth.

“He’s probably gone to make a call,” she said casually.

Shen Mubai stood aside, silently surveying the relaxed, carefree woman on the sofa, his fleeting gaze tinged with curiosity.

He had lived over twenty years without encountering such supernatural events.

Mind-reading was one thing...

But possession? That was truly terrifying! It was like borrowing a corpse to return to life!

“Borrowing a corpse to return to life?” Mu Ran murmured, a faint curve appearing on her lips.

She sensed Shen Mubai’s unease deep within.

Speaking of borrowing a corpse to return to life, she herself was somewhat the same—though she borrowed her own body.

Due to certain incidents, Gu Beicheng arranged for the competition to be delayed by half an hour, pausing the live broadcast.

After a while, Gu Beicheng tightly gripped his phone, his aura dark and cold, his sharp, narrow eyes filled with an eagle-like fierceness and murderous intent.

“Beicheng, you called Old Master Gu?”

Hearing Mu Ran’s earlier words, Shen Mubai guessed whom Gu Beicheng had called—Old Master Gu.

“Yeah.” Gu Beicheng approached Mu Ran, his deep eyes fixed on her calm face.

He spoke softly, his voice steady but carrying immense turmoil, “Second uncle is dead.”

Mu Ran raised an eyebrow, unsurprised.

“What? Second uncle’s dead? Killed by Gu Yan?”

Shen Mubai scratched his cheek and took a deep breath. “Good riddance. He killed your parents back then...”

“That’s not right. How did he die?”

Only then did the man realize: for Gu Yan to possess another, he had to kill his closest loved ones.

Could it be...

Gu Beicheng’s hoarse voice said, “It’s Gu Yan, but not really Gu Yan.”

“Did you see it?” Mu Ran’s voice softened as she comforted him.

Gu Beicheng nodded and handed her his phone. “Surveillance video—the whole process of killing second uncle.”

“What! Gu Yan really killed his own father?!”

Shen Mubai hadn’t expected Gu Yan to be so ruthless!

No matter how much he hated second uncle, that was still his biological father! How could he do that?

“He’s not human,” Gu Beicheng said coldly.

Shen Mubai nodded, took a deep breath, and leaned toward Mu Ran to watch the video. “Gu Yan! Damn, he’s not human! Holy crap!”

The person in the video didn’t have Gu Yan’s face, but the soul was definitely his!

That cruel, sinister gaze, every move, the habitual crooked smile—no mistake.

In the video, Gu Yan held a curved dagger at second uncle’s neck—simple and brutal, bloodthirsty.

At the end, the man walked slowly toward the camera, then stopped and wiped his mouth.

Blood immediately covered his entire face. He bared his teeth in a grin, teeth stained with blood.

Tilting his head, he smiled at the camera for a full two minutes.

Chilling! Eerie! Malevolent!

Finally, he raised the curved dagger and threw it at the camera, causing the screen to glitch.

The camera was severed by the man.

“Holy crap! That’s terrifying! Is this a horror movie?!” Shen Mubai shuddered, goosebumps rising, pointing at the phone, his face pale. “He just killed second uncle like that?”

Gu Beicheng’s voice was like the icy wind of midwinter—cold and bone-piercing. “Yeah, he hypnotized second uncle remotely, controlling his mind.”

“So, second uncle was actually killed by Gu Yan a long time ago, right?”

Shen Mubai recalled the video: second uncle seemed lifeless before Gu Yan slashed his neck, unresisting.

“Yeah.”

Shen Mubai broke out in a cold sweat. “What now? Gu Yan’s not going to come after us, is he?”

It was the first time Shen Mubai truly feared Gu Yan—the scum!

That man was evil beyond measure, ruthless in his methods.

“Gu Yan is already here,” Mu Ran’s voice, tinged with cold sarcasm, made the already tense Shen Mubai shiver anew.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get out of here! Why still compete?”

What could be more important than life?

Shen Mubai glanced left and right, but Gu Beicheng and Mu Ran remained unmoved, calm as if nothing had happened.

“What kind of reaction is that?”

A chill ran down Shen Mubai’s spine; he sensed danger approaching.

Mu Ran stood, securing her snowboard to her boots. “Let the competition begin.”

Gu Beicheng nodded and followed her, signaling the staff outside to announce the official start.

Inside the lounge, silence and coldness prevailed.

Shen Mubai picked up the blanket covering Lin Chong and draped it over himself. “What are those two up to?”

Suddenly, Mu Ran’s ethereal voice came close into the room. “President Shen, stay in the lounge. Don’t go anywhere else.”