Mysterious Revival-Chapter 873 - 840: Team Annihilation

In the silent and eerie world, the sky was dyed red, and dark shadows covered the ground.

This place was enveloped by the Ghost Domain.

Yang Jian resurrected from a coffin and, after defeating the fierce ghost once again, regained consciousness and became a fierce ghost with a living person's awareness.

And upon this resurrection, Liao Fan, who attempted to escape, was killed.

Liao Fan was not weak; he could drive the Ghost Taxi, his body was no longer that of a living person, he had the Pendulum Clock curse, and he even controlled a fierce ghost. Many people were no match for him, including some veteran ghost controllers.

But before Yang Jian, he had no chance to resist.

"This is bad."

Xu Feng felt a chill all over, a sense of despair emerging from the bottom of his heart.

The expression on Gu Cheng's face next to him was also very unpleasant.

He wasn't thinking about the Coffin Nail anymore, but how he might survive the day.

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"Can we fight it?" Gu Cheng felt nervously uncertain, as his Ghost Domain was nearly useless under suppression.

Not even Ghost Breath could affect him.

The only method left was to counter Yang Jian with a Supernatural Power item.

And he just so happened to have one in his hands.

Only if Yang Jian offered the opportunity to use the Supernatural Power item could there be a chance. Without it, he'd quickly follow in Liao Fan's footsteps.

"I must find a way to get on the taxi; it's my only chance to stay alive."

Xu Feng also forced himself to calm down and, after some thought, found the only possible way out.

If he could get into the Ghost Taxi and successfully start it, maybe he could drive out of Dachang City.

Though both of them looked solemnly at Yang Jian approaching with large strides, they were actually full of their own plans, unwilling to sit still and wait for death. They would seize any sliver of opportunity, or create one if there were none.

After all, not resisting was also a road to certain death.

"If you want to fight desperately, do it now; I can give you a chance to counterattack because I also want to test the limits of my abilities," Yang Jian said indifferently, his pale face cold.

He actually wanted to use these two to practice and quickly adapt to his current state.

"So confident, Yang Jian?"

As Gu Cheng's serious expression hung in the air, he let out a cold laugh: "Not afraid you'll crash and fall into my hands?"

"Try if you can, but I'll kill you first, for you've buried my little creature underground," Yang Jian said dismissively and waved his hand.

Suddenly, a ghostly child in a shroud appeared beside them.

"It's not that this little creature isn't good; it's that I've always been restricting its growth, afraid of losing control. It's too dangerous, likely to become the second Hungry Ghost."

Yang Jian seemed to be talking to himself when he reached out into the air.

A blackened palm suddenly grabbed the head of a disproportionately small-bodied fierce ghost.

It was the ghost left behind after Liao Fan's death, the Ghost Call.

"Eat this ghost," Yang Jian ordered and then forcibly stuffed the Ghost Call ghost into the Ghost Child's mouth.

The Ghost Child's mouth wasn't large, but it was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing the ghost whole.

Gu Cheng and Xu Feng watched, their scalps tingling.

A ghost eating another ghost?

What was happening?

After eating the ghost, the Ghost Child seemed unchanged, merely opening its mouth and making a giggling sound, like a ghost learning to speak.

Previously it couldn't make any sound at all.

"Let's go all out."

Gu Cheng gritted his teeth, and while Yang Jian was yet to make a move, he suddenly pulled out something.

It was an old bamboo tube, spotted with unknown stains that wouldn't wash away. Inside this tube, however, was a bamboo slip that looked like those used in temples for seeking fortunes.

It was a Supernatural Power item, the Ghost Talisman.

There was only one slip, but the results changed each time it was drawn.

As far as Gu Cheng knew, the Ghost Talisman had three possible outcomes: the Death Talisman, the Ghost Talisman, and the Life Talisman.

Drawing the Death Talisman meant undoubted death for the drawer.

Drawing the Ghost Talisman would release a fierce ghost from the tube to attack the drawer—although not certainly fatal, it was still extremely dangerous and terrifying.

The remaining one was the Life Talisman.

A ghost controller who drew this talisman would be immune to death by supernatural forces for ten minutes.

It was somewhat similar to Yang Jian's Eight-Tone Music Box curse but slightly different.

The curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box guaranteed the user would not die within a few days, stronger in effect and curse, but the Ghost Talisman was more a test of luck. Drawing the Life Talisman only meant that one would not die from supernatural forces, but could still be killed by ordinary forces.

If it were before, Gu Cheng would've considered the talisman drawing thoroughly, but now, he wouldn't hesitate.

Immediately.

He drew the slip from the bamboo tube.

On the other end of the bamboo slip, a red character was scrawled crookedly: Life.

"Yang Jian, it seems my luck isn't too bad today," Gu Cheng smiled at that moment.

He had gambled on a one in three chance and won at this critical time.

It was the Life Talisman,

meaning that for the next ten minutes, he couldn't be killed by supernatural forces.

But Supernatural Power items were not solely used in this manner.

Gu Cheng could use this object to risk everything, to allow his ghost to revive to a degree, to exert supernatural power to its maximum.

The next moment.

The red light surrounding him was being eroded, and his body also began to become somewhat hazy and unstable, as if it was about to disappear from this world, giving off a blurred and distorted impression.

The confrontation between Ghost Domains had begun once more.

And Gu Cheng had achieved some effects.

Yang Jian's five-layer Ghost Domain was facing resistance and was being dispersed.

This indicated that Gu Cheng's Ghost Domain had also reached the five-layer level and was still strengthening... because if it were merely five layers, at most it would be a stalemate, yet Yang Jian's Ghost Domain was dissipating around him.

"It's working, my chance has come." Xu Feng saw this and a glimmer of hope emerged.

Gu Cheng was indeed stronger than expected, and he still had this move at a critical moment.

Yang Jian's Ghost Domain was renouned for its strength, but the fact that he could gain a slight upper hand in confronting it was incredible. As long as Gu Cheng's Ghost Domain wasn't suppressed, he would have the confidence to confront Yang Jian and also seize an opportunity to escape.

"Is the ghost inside you reviving? Are you desperate enough to fight me to the death? Good, very good, but you're still a bit too naïve...."

Having fed the Ghost Child, Yang Jian stood with an indifferent expression, holding a long spear covered in cracks.

"Because I myself am in a state of Resurrection."

Yang Jian disappeared on the spot, and in the next moment, he burst into Gu Cheng's Ghost Domain with red light emitting from his entire body.

"Yang Jian!"

Gu Cheng was both shocked and furious. His recently awakened Ghost Domain was forcefully invaded. He exhaled, and an odd scent permeated the entire Ghost Domain, filling every corner.

Combined with Ghost Breath, the Ghost Domain could instantly kill everyone; especially during Resurrection, even fierce ghosts would be repelled and other supernatural beings couldn't get close to him.

But in the next moment.

A blackened hand fiercely gripped his throat, accompanied by echoing sounds of bone fractures. Gu Cheng's mouth clamped shut abruptly.

He felt a ghost inside his body being suppressed and lost contact with it.

Gu Cheng's pupils suddenly constricted, in this moment he deeply realized the gap between him and Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stood to the side, his face ice-cold, looking ahead, grabbing Gu Cheng's throat and lifting it, while a mass of darkness was rapidly invading his body.

"Wait, wait, don't you want to know about the forces behind Liao Fan, Xu Feng and the others? Don't kill me, I can tell you everything and take you for revenge, and I know the living patterns of that supernatural bus, I can tell you that too..." Gu Cheng's body was rapidly losing sensation, and he even felt his consciousness being eroded by the fierce ghost, suddenly becoming terrified.

"No need, I already know."

Yang Jian's voice was cold, without a ripple. At the same time, he exerted force on his hand, snapping Gu Cheng's neck.

Gu Cheng's eyes quickly lost the last bit of life.

Indeed, he wasn't killed by supernatural forces, but by Yang Jian who broke his neck.

"Hurry up, start already."

At this moment, Xu Feng had seized the time to run to the Ghost Taxi. Drenched in cold sweat, he desperately turned the ignition with his remaining hand, trying to start the Ghost Taxi.

But no matter how he tried, the Ghost Taxi didn't respond.

"How can this be, it was fine before, why is there no response now." Xu Feng's hands were trembling, and his heart as well.

He didn't want to die.

He had survived when facing the resurgence of a fierce ghost, he didn't die after getting on the supernatural bus, and he didn't die despite being affected by the Pendulum Clock curse, how could he die here.

"Xu Feng!"

"Xu Feng!"

However, at that moment, a ghostly child dressed in shrouds was tapping on the window of the Ghost Taxi, calling his name as if inviting him out to play.

One cry followed another.

Sometimes the voice sounded like his parents, other times it sounded like his acquaintances.

It then turned into Liao Fan's voice.

Creepy and ever-changing, exceedingly eerie.

But no matter how the voice changed, it was always emitted from the mouth of the Ghost Child.

"Don't look back, must not look back." Xu Feng forced himself not to look back, tried to stay calm, and not be lured to death by the Ghost Call.

"Damn it, what the hell is this thing."

The terrifying voice calling his name at his side, one after another, was driving Xu Feng to the edge of breakdown.

Ghost Call wasn't supposed to be used like this; it was almost like a looping playback machine.

Doesn't this little thing have the risk of a fierce ghost awakening?

"Xu Feng, give up, you can't escape."

At this moment, Yang Jian appeared holding the corpse of Gu Cheng. He tossed it into the metal coffin he had been sleeping in and then closed the lid to prevent the Resurrection of fierce ghosts.

"Shut up, Yang Jian." Xu Feng howled in response, his voice filled with desperation.

Yang Jian said coldly: "You've already realized it, haven't you? The thing you're sitting on is not the Ghost Taxi at all, so naturally it won't start. Many things have changed the moment I became conscious, so why deceive yourself? Besides, when I act, I never give the enemy the slightest chance. You think there's hope, but it's just an illusion."

The Ghost Domain altered.

At this time, Xu Feng realized he was actually sitting on a stone bench in the green belt of a residential area.

There was no Ghost Taxi.

Not a single shadow of the taxi could be seen around.

"Xu Feng, Xu Feng."

The Ghost Child was still calling his name nearby, leaning in close, tilting its head to stare at him.

"You shut up as well, you ghostly thing..." Xu Feng turned back to roar, his face full of horror.

He didn't know whether it was doing it on purpose or what.

But he had triggered the lethal rule of Ghost Call.

Xu Feng became unresponsive, still sitting on the stone bench, maintaining a driving posture, resembling a mummified corpse.

Thus.

The invaders of Dachang City, Xu Feng, Liao Fan, Gu Cheng, and the earlier Pei Dong, all died.