Mysterious Revival-Chapter 874 - 841 Settling Affairs

"Did we, did we win?"

In the red glow enveloping the Ghost Domain, Huang Ziya stared blankly at Xu Feng, who sat motionless on a stone stool in the distance. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

This was the last ghost controller to invade Dachang City.

He's dead.

Killed by Ghost Child, viciously called to his death by Ghost Call.

As for the most dangerous Gu Cheng, he was strangled to death by Yang Jian and then sealed inside a metal coffin.

Liao Fan, who rammed into people with his car, had an even worse fate. After being pinned down by Coffin Nail, the ghost inside him was stripped away and fed to Ghost Child.

But all this happened too quickly; from the moment Yang Jian awoke until the end, it was mere minutes. During these few minutes, the entire situation was turned around, it could even be said to be a pure crushing defeat.

Even the combined efforts of three people were no match for Yang Jian.

"Ah~!"

Li Yang struggled painfully on the ground, his skin turning purplish-red and swelling up.

"Captain, please help Li Yang quickly, he's about to give in, I can no longer suppress it."

At this moment Huang Ziya urgently pleaded for help as her crystal necklace had turned completely black, and cracks started to show, threatening to shatter at any moment.

Once it shatters.

The Deceiving Ghost will be resurrected, and undoubtedly, will invade Huang Ziya's body.

She is capable of controlling this ghost, but would also gradually be influenced by it.

Therefore, controlling this ghost is not a good choice.

"Don't worry, he won't die."

A cold voice echoed, and the next moment, Yang Jian was already beside Li Yang.

A pitch-black shadow writhed quickly and spread over Li Yang's body.

Ghost Shadow was helping Li Yang balance the ghost within his body, and then dispelling the influence of the third kind of supernatural power to prevent death by the resurgence of a malevolent spirit after losing balance.

Very quickly.

The shadow receded.

All the swelling on Li Yang's body subsided, and the pain on his face lessened considerably. Then he slowly opened his eyes: "Captain, Tong Qian and Feng Quan have also suffered attacks outside Dachang City, and now we don't know what the outcome is..."

"Can you move?" Yang Jian asked expressionlessly.

"No, no problem." Li Yang struggled to stand up.

He moved his body, finding his injuries had healed and there didn't seem to be any major issues.

"And you?" Yang Jian turned to look at Huang Ziya.

Huang Ziya said, "I'm fine, I'm okay, I didn't suffer a serious attack."

Yang Jian said nothing, instead, he took the cracked crystal necklace, and a red light suddenly lit up in his hand, clearing the blackness in the necklace once more, shrinking it back into an insignificant black dot.

"This thing can no longer suppress the ghost inside your body, your hair is still growing."

Yang Jian tossed the necklace back to her, then noticed Huang Ziya's dense and strangely long hair that had already reached the ground.

Huang Ziya was silently wordless.

"You need to control a second ghost."

In Yang Jian's hand was a golden spear full of cracks, which he swung, cutting Huang Ziya's peculiar long hair right down the middle.

The situation with the malevolent spirit's resurgence was temporarily alleviated.

"Captain, but the risk of controlling a second ghost is very high." Huang Ziya said.

Yang Jian said, "If it's a ghost that's not yet resurrected, the risk is far smaller."

After speaking, he turned and glanced over.

With a casual grab, his Ghost Hand captured a contorted, mummified corpse out of thin air.

"Xu Feng's alias was Ghost Embrace. His ghost has not been resurrected. And your Ghost Hair will consume you, whereas Ghost Embrace can protect you. This can form a delicate balance. I believe my prediction should be correct, so this ghost is for you to control," Yang Jian said, not giving her time to contemplate.

The mummy dropped to the ground, and only a horrifying struggling ghostly figure remained in his hand.

A ghost, forcefully subdued by Yang Jian, unable to resist.

"To give you a chance to get accustomed to it, I will lock the ghost inside your body using the six-layer Ghost Domain. You need to keep trying and find that balance point."

The six-layer Ghost Domain opened.

The surrounding red light suddenly became viscous.

The ghost in Yang Jian's hand disappeared.

Huang Ziya felt an icy chill within her body, as if some living thing was wriggling inside her.

Like a fetus after a woman becomes pregnant.

She knew that there was now a ghost inside her body.

"Have I exerted so much effort for no benefit at all? Yang Jian, just give this thing to me."

Xiong Wenwen had run over at some unknown time, holding an old bamboo tube in his hand with a bamboo slip inserted in it.

That was the Ghost Talisman used by Gu Cheng.

"If you like it, you can have it. I need to make a trip to Tong Qian," Yang Jian said, slightly lifting his head to look in the direction of the outskirts of the city.

He didn't move.

But the Ghost Domain, which dyed the sky red, was spreading rapidly in that direction.

At this moment.

The entire Dachang City was under the coverage of the Ghost Domain; it's just that people outside were still unaware of it.

"Take good care of the Ghost Child, it's now even more dangerous than before, don't let it randomly speak and call out to people." Yang Jian was preparing to leave, but then he turned his gaze in another direction.

Wang Shanshan stood there, like an ice-maiden, expressionless and serious.

"I will keep the Ghost Child under control, but how are you feeling right now?"

"I'm fine, better than I've ever been," he replied.

After Yang Jian finished speaking, his figure gradually faded away and he vanished on the spot, leaving behind a sentence: "Huang Ziya, Li Yang, deal with the scene. Also, the danger in Dachang City has been resolved."

As he disappeared, the sky brightened up, and the darkness on the ground dissipated.

Everything returned to the bright sunlight of the daytime anew.

The events that just occurred felt like a nightmare, leaving people with a somewhat surreal sensation.

But the old taxi parked not too far away was proof that all of this was not a dream, but reality.

"It seems the leader has successfully solved the problem of his ghost's resurrection. It's incredible. How exactly did he do it? I remember when the leader was in Dachuan City, he opened the Eight-Tone Music Box and controlled the Ghost Shadow..."

Li Yang looked up at the sunlight pouring down from the sky.

He felt thankful for surviving, yet filled with confusion.

"Regardless, he survived, and we won. That's enough," said Huang Ziya; "It looks like in the future, we'll not only have to deal with supernatural incidents but also attacks from other people like us. Once we lose our leader, no matter where we are, we won't be safe."

"The situation is indeed changing. Many hidden ghost manipulators have gradually emerged following the leader's plan, which also indicates that the situation with ghosts' resurrection is becoming more severe, with everyone desperate for survival," Li Yang said after a moment of silence.

"However, we should feel fortunate that our leader is Yang Jian."

"Indeed, we should feel fortunate. After all, our leader is Yang Jian with the Ghost Eye. If it weren't for the exposure from his fight with Ye Zhen last time, making people guess that the leader was in a bad state, they would never dare to step into Dachang City," Huang Ziya remarked with a sense of appreciation.

Li Yang agreed and then added, "Don't just stand around, let's get to work."

Meanwhile, Xiong Wenwen silently held the bamboo tube and began to study it.

He thought for a moment, then pulled the bamboo slip out of the tube.

"Life!"

This was a Life Talisman.

Put it back in, then draw again.

Life!

Put it back in, draw again.

Life!

"Hehe, from now on, please call me the 'Gambling Saint'." Xiong Wenwen let out bursts of secretive laughter.

He was predicting the future, the outcome, and then he also discovered that drawing a Life Talisman and then drawing again, the effect that prevents the user from being killed by supernatural forces for ten minutes would extend to twenty minutes, a stacking effect.

What would happen if he kept drawing?

At the same time.

On the suburban highway of Dachang City.

This place was covered in dense fog, thick enough to obscure visibility within arm's reach.

Moreover, the range of the fog was vast, covering the surrounding ten kilometers, looking from afar like a cotton candy was planted on top of the highway.

Many vehicles were trapped within the fog.

Despite the road being closed ahead of time, there were still some unlucky drivers caught in it.

"Don't move around; nobody get out of your cars. Everyone, stay in your vehicles and remain still," Tong Qian was struggling to keep herself upright as she fired a warning shot to identify herself and warned the nearby drivers not to move in the fog.

She didn't mention there were ghosts lurking in the fog.

Because saying so would make people disbelieve; she only said that there was an armed criminal in the fog who had committed murder and was currently being pursued.

This reason actually exerts greater deterrent power.

The effect is quite good.

The vast majority of drivers caught in it dare not exit their vehicles and wander around at will.

Tong Qian knows what Feng Quan's Ghost Fog murder pattern is.

Once a person moves within the Ghost Fog, the ghosts inside the fog will seek them out. Only by staying still can one be safest.

But this just avoids the Ghost Fog's pattern of killing.

Inside this dense fog, there are other ghosts roaming.

Tong Qian, struggling with his injured body, tries to alert a few more people.

But he doesn't get far.

He stops.

Because he sees a corpse lying on the side of the road.

The corpse has a rigid expression and still retains some residual warmth, as if it had not been dead for long.

"This person wasn't killed by the Ghost Fog; bodies of those killed by it do not remain but meld into the fog, increasing its density. This was slain by another ghost."

Tong Qian's gaze shifts slightly, sensing something is amiss.

If he's not mistaken, this should be the ghost left behind by Pei Dong after his death.

Code name: Ghost Head Petter.

Besides, Zhang Han's ghost is also likely wandering in this dense fog.

"Now, what should I do?"

Tong Qian sits down weakly again, gasping for breath as he ponders a strategy.

The resurrection of two vengeful ghosts is already a significant supernatural incident. If not handled, and when Feng Quan's ferocious ghost resurrects, it will become a major supernatural event.

If the Ghost Fog moves towards Dachang City, the consequences will be even more severe.

"There's some noise..."

All of a sudden.

Tong Qian hears rustling sounds from within the nearby dense fog, as if something is swiftly moving on the road.

He looks in the direction the sounds are coming from.

He does not see the source of the sounds but finds some blood stains on the ground.

The bloodstains are scattered and formless, but one can still see something has passed and disappeared deep into the fog.

"Another ghost..." Tong Qian takes a deep breath and feels powerless.

The Head Petting Ghost has started to kill.

This should be Zhang Han's ghost. It has resurrected from within the human skin tattoos and is now on the move.

However, as Tong Qian is about to sit down and rest again.

All of a sudden.

He feels the chilly dense fog around him change abruptly as a shadow emerges from behind, seemingly approaching him rapidly.

No.

It's already close.

The fog parts and a smiling dead body, strangely standing behind him and reaching out its hand as if intending to touch his head, appeared at some point.

This is a real ghost.

"Damn it."

Tong Qian's head whirls around, and he faces the revived terrifying specter with another ghostly crying face.

He is crying.

The wailing starts, echoing around.

The smiling face of Pei Dong's corpse immediately changes, the smile fades, and it turns into a crying face.

Desolate crying resounds through the dense fog.

The actions of the fierce ghost slow down as if being interfered with, but the interference is subtle.

Because this is a resurrected ghost, not one controlled by Pei Dong in his lifetime, it's on a whole different level.

At this moment, Tong Qian employs another Ghost Face.

A sinister laugh arises.

The fierce ghost in front of him halts its movement, its cold rigid hand hanging midair.

The weeping and laughter together affected the fierce ghost.

This ghost was suppressed.

"I can suppress this ghost, fend off its assault, but if my Ghost Face's weeping and laughter do not subside, everyone in this dense fog will be killed by me." Tong Qian's complexion was uncertain.

Actually, he could maintain a balance and not harm others.

But with the echo accumulating, as long as enough time passed, even the slightest imbalance could instantly be fatal.

And now, with this dizziness, he could faint at any moment, which made it easy to misjudge.

"But if I distance myself and give up suppressing this ghost, it will still go on to kill others."

Tong Qian found himself trapped in a dilemma.

"What are you hesitating about?"

At that moment.

A streak of red light enveloped the space, instantly dispersing the dense fog.

As the fog dissipated, the red light seemed to pave a path, and a man holding a long spear full of cracks appeared out of thin air on this blocked expressway.

"Yang, Yang Jian?"

Tong Qian's eyes widened.

"Surprised to see me?" Without a word, Yang Jian casually threw the long spear in his hand.

In an instant.

Bang!

A loud noise erupted.

Pei Dong's resurrected corpse was firmly nailed to the ground, instantly immobilized, no longer showing any signs of activity.

Tong Qian immediately let out a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

The laughter and crying subsided.

His body stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

But a tall, cold, dark shadow on the ground steadied him.

"The car hit you pretty hard, lucky for you your Ghost Face has crashed, or else with that collision your body's fierce ghost would have lost balance, and by this time you would have died from the fierce ghost's resurrection," Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

With the invasion of the Ghost Shadow.

Tong Qian's injured body was patched up and healed.

"I, I'm fine, how is the situation over in Dachang City?" Tong Qian shook his head, feeling much lighter and no longer dizzy.

"Still manageable, I've killed a few of them, the losses aren't too great," Yang Jian said.

Tong Qian responded, "That's good, it's my fault this time, otherwise things wouldn't have turned out this way. Zhang Han is dead... Feng Quan is also now in a state of fierce ghost resurrection."

"I know."

Yang Jian's face was numb, as if Zhang Han's death had no effect on him.

Cold, emotionless.

Zhang Han was indeed dead.

He used Ghost Shadow to steal Liao Fan's memories and learned from those memories that Zhang Han did not resurrect from the Ghost Mirror.

Clearly, it wasn't that the Ghost Mirror's resurrection failed.

But rather, after a successful resurrection, due to the Ghost Mirror being unattended, the resurrected Zhang Han, as an ordinary person, was captured again by the ghosts inside the mirror.

He probably died twice.

"The ghost that resurrected Zhang Han, the ghost that resurrected Feng Quan, and then the ghost that was released again by Zhang Han's resurrection, besides the known ghosts and this Pei Dong whom I've nailed to the ground, there is still an unknown ghost here, released by the Ghost Mirror," Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly.

He was assessing the dangers here, not wanting to miss anything.

"In that case, start the containment... First, we should check on Feng Quan's condition."

Yang Jian's Ghost Domain continued to spread.

The Ghost Fog was dispersing, and the supernatural was being suppressed.

The Ghost Eyes spied everything.

An old grave standing in the middle of the road was extremely conspicuous, and at the very top of that old grave, a mud-stained Dead Man's Head was exposed.

That was Feng Quan.

Currently unconscious.

He was hit by a Ghost Taxi.