Mysterious Revival-Chapter 423 - 422 Ghost Limits Ghost

Outside the Ping’an Grand Hotel.

More than a dozen people of all sorts gathered together, their expressions indifferent, their temperaments bizarre. They either stood or squatted there, silent, creating an especially quiet atmosphere.

The few drivers whose cars passed by occasionally looked over curiously, wondering why there was a group of people here around four in the morning. Could it be that the Ping’an Grand Hotel had caught fire, and these were the people who had run out?

The driver slowed down and looked up briefly but didn’t spot any signs of trouble.

"How strange," he muttered to himself, returning his gaze to the road and driving on without further attention. Experience more content on novelbuddy

However, just after the driver had passed, he glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw a pale-faced man whose head had eerily turned one hundred and eighty degrees. A pair of numb, lifeless eyes seemed to stare straight back at him.

The slender figure stood rigidly still, and the other people around seemed not to react at all, not even a bit curious.

The silence around was profound. In the dim hours of the early morning, this scene was eerie and terrifying.

The driver suddenly realized something, his face went pale, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. He then stepped hard on the gas pedal, fleeing from this stretch of road as if making an escape.

"According to headquarters, that ghost master named Lin Shan has already sent Zhang Lei and Yang Jian to handle the situation."

In this silent hotel entrance, a man slowly turned his head and spoke with a slightly cold voice.

"So, they’ve really sent Yang Jian on this trip? It seems the situation is worse than imagined. Lin Shan must have relapsed into a malevolent spirit; otherwise, headquarters wouldn’t be taking it so seriously." A young man sneered for some unknown reason, "Has that Lin Shan finally died? Good. If he didn’t die, even being a ghost would be meaningless to me."

His name was Wang Jiang, and he and Lin Shan were alumni from the same school who seemed to have some deep-seated grudge between them.

"Lin Shan probably has relapsed indeed. Look around; the security perimeter has been lifted, and all the hotel staff have left as well. There’s not a single person nearby, which clearly shows that headquarters is ready to isolate this area."

Someone swept a glance around and immediately judged the situation.

At this time, it wasn’t that the headquarters wouldn’t provide support, but ordinary support was useless. Only after the situation was resolved would personnel be allowed nearby.

"Wang Jiang, since you’re so familiar with that Lin Shan, what do you think? Will this cause a big commotion?"

Wang Jiang glanced at the person who had asked the question, "That’s a very stupid question. Making trouble in J City is suicidal. I’m sure if Lin Shan can’t handle it, headquarters will send even more top ghost masters, and more than one at that, all to resolve the issue as quickly as possible."

As they were discussing among themselves.

Suddenly, something seemed to fall from the sky above the hotel, and before anyone could react, it crashed onto the ground in front of them with a loud bang.

"What is that?" someone exclaimed, immediately going on alert.

"It seems... to be a body," someone whispered warningly, "Don’t get close. There must be trouble inside the hotel."

At that moment, the body that had fallen from the sky lay motionless on the ground. Although it was badly mangled, one could still make out that it was a bloated, pale corpse soaked in water, not one that had died from the fall.

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And near the body, an offensive smell of water began to spread.

At first, it was thought to be just blood, but soon people realized something was wrong, as the water spread quickly in the vicinity.

"It’s Lin Shan," Wang Jiang changed his expression drastically as he recognized the clothes on the body, and shouted, "Stay away from that guy, and don’t touch the water seeping out from his body."

What?

That’s Lin Shan?

Damn.

Someone cursed under their breath and hastily backed away.

If Lin Shan had fallen from such a height, he was definitely dead, and with his death, it was certain that a malevolent spirit would revive. This had now been confirmed as a paranormal incident. Before, they had held onto some hope that Lin Shan might not necessarily relapse into a malevolent spirit.

"Where’s Zhang Lei? Oh right, where did Yang Jian go? Wasn’t he dealing with this Lin Shan? Now that his body has fallen in front of this hotel, is he not going to take care of it?" someone shouted.

But before they could finish speaking.

A strange red light descended from the sky and illuminated the nearby ground. A young man with an indifferent face and eyes carrying a hint of menace suddenly appeared before them.

"Who’s making all that noise?" Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly as he scanned the crowd.

The person who had just spoken instantly fell silent, not daring to respond, a look of panic and unease flashing through their eyes.

Is this person Ghost Eye Yang Jian?

"I see none of you helping, yet your mouths keep moving. If you don’t want to get involved, then just stay quiet and watch. Stop wasting words."

Yang Jian coldly withdrew his gaze and strode toward the body of Lin Shan lying ahead.

Upon getting closer, he observed the scene.

Without a doubt.

From the fall, Lin Shan was thoroughly dead, his skull crushed flat, and his swollen body had split open in various places. However, his broken remains were soaking in the foul-smelling water, pooling together to form a small puddle that was accumulating faster than before, threatening to create a new creepy site.

And as Yang Jian drew closer, the previously still corpse of Lin Shan started to move in a bizarre manner.

It seemed that under the bloated, torn skin, something terrifying was growing, persistently tearing through some barrier, preparing to reveal itself to everyone.

The fierce ghost was reviving.

However.

It was an old straw rope that was entwined around it, and although the shattered body writhed, the rope bound it so that whatever was inside couldn’t break free.

The Ghost Rope had taken effect, successfully trapping the ghost that was about to be resurrected inside Lin Shan’s body.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, the Ghost Rope also prevented the ghost from reviving further, but as a consequence, the Ghost Rope did not regenerate either. Otherwise, the skies over the city where Yang Jian was would again be laden with countless strands of rope ready to hang people to death.

"Using a ghost to restrict another ghost is safer than a necromancer making direct contact with the ghost. Even if it fails, there is no risk, and the ghost’s limits far exceed those of the necromancer. There’s no need to worry about death—after all, this is indeed the correct approach to solving supernatural incidents," Yang Jian mused, standing aside and observing seriously instead of getting any closer.

"But, the greatest difficulty with this method is how to control a ghost without putting oneself in danger?"

"If you treat a ghost as a tool, the key is how to acquire and utilize this tool."

Yang Jian suddenly recalled the Coffin Nails and Ghost Mirrors he had encountered in the past; such peculiar artifacts were like special tools for necromancers. Only the way they had been obtained was different, just as with the Ghost Rope he now held in his hands.

"The ghost inside Lin Shan’s body didn’t break out. Yang Jian, he managed to contain it," Wang Jiang exclaimed in surprise from a distance as he noticed that Yang Jian had approached so closely and stood there for a full three or four minutes without being attacked.

This was a resurrected ghost being dealt with just like that?

Incredible, truly incredible.

If this ghost had completed its revival, and it was up to them to handle it, the dozen or so people present would probably all be lost.

Because, if the accumulating water drowned a person and turned them into a Ghost Slave, but if it drowned a necromancer instead, the number of ghosts in the water would increase, and the Terror Level would shoot up by one. If this situation were to continue... it’s likely that nobody would be able to handle it.

Wang Jiang was very clear about this, which is why he would never directly engage with the ghost in Lin Shan’s body, nor would he recommend other necromancers who lacked the capability to do so, lest they harm themselves and others.

"I need a box."

After observing for a moment and ascertaining that the Ghost Rope was effective, Yang Jian spoke into the satellite navigational phone.

"Arrangements will be made immediately."

The one responsible for the communication was Shen Liang, who breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing these words.

This meant that Lin Shan had been dealt with.

Soon, the sound of an armed helicopter echoed through the sky.

Clearly, headquarters had prepared in advance; the container was already nearby, just waiting for the situation to be resolved.