Mysterious Revival-Chapter 638 - : 635

Chapter 638: 635

After everyone had left the room, Yang Jian looked at the ghost painting again.

There was no change in the painting, and the ghost inside did not follow them out. This was good news; he could temporarily lock the room and leave the ghost painting there.

Although it was dangerous, he felt that he needed to keep this exit for now because it was the only entrance to the world of the ghost painting that he had control over. There might be a chance to use it later.

“I need to go back and try to make a deal with the Ghost Cabinet,” Yang Jian felt that having found the source of the ghost painting should count as fulfilling the trade.

But just to be safe, he reached out and touched the ghost painting.

Suppression was formed.

At that moment, the cold, eerie atmosphere in the room began to dissipate, and the lighting immediately returned to normal. Then, the window on the wall changed into the frame of an oil painting, and the dark entrance disappeared, reverting back to the appearance of an oil painting. However, at this time, the scene inside the painting had changed.

The background had turned into a dim, narrow alley; in the distance was a city submerged in a dark world. But at the entrance of the alley, the figure of a woman with blurry features was clearly visible. It was unclear when this ghost had arrived there, but it seemed that if Yang Jian and the others had been just a few minutes later, the entrance would have been blocked by the ghost.

“The world in the background has expanded. It’s no longer just a residential complex. As expected, the ghost painting cannot stay in one place for long; it needs to keep moving,” Yang Jian thought privately.

Although he had temporarily suppressed the ghost painting’s strangeness and prevented its resurrection, it was only temporary.

Once someone outside complies with the ghost painting’s murder rule, the ghost inside will gradually emerge from the painting and seep into reality.

When the world of the ghost painting and the real world overlap, that will be the beginning of a nightmare.

“This matter is no longer my responsibility. My life is almost gone now. Let others handle it.”

Yang Jian’s gaze shifted, and he immediately picked up the canvas from the floor to cover the painting, then locked the room.

He had to return to Dachang City again.

Without the suppression of the ghost painting, his Ghost Eye had returned to normal, only it was much calmer than before.

The restlessness and unease of its revival seemed to have disappeared.

“Was the revival of the Ghost Eye reversed under the pressure of the ghost painting?” Yang Jian began to feel surprised, as this time his journey was not completely without gains.

This discovery was particularly important.

If his Ghost Eye were on the verge of reviving later on, he could enter the ghost painting or just stay in the room with the ghost painting, and this would suppress his condition.

With this in mind, Yang Jian felt that the painting had become even more important to him.

One day, hanging it in a private room would indirectly suppress the Ghost Eye in his body — both safe and convenient.

Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to fully understand the ghost painting’s murder rules.

Soon, he left the place and walked out of the villa.

However, outside the house, some of the survivors who had walked out earlier were still lingering. They hadn’t left or were still harboring some concerns.

“Mister Yang, how are things?” Li Yang had not left either; he hurried over to ask.

“There’s no immediate danger for now, but why haven’t you left? Why are you still here? This area near my building isn’t safe at all. This is Big J City; you can move about freely, and your personal safety can be ensured. This is no longer the world of the ghost painting,” Yang Jian said.

Li Yang replied, “I thought about going home, but it would be difficult to explain this situation to others, and I have no money on me…”

He said, his expression becoming somewhat embarrassed.

Who would carry money while living in the world of a ghost painting for a long time?

Yang Jian glanced at the others; “Are they the same?”

“No, it’s different for them. You’ve also noticed that those who stayed are innocent children and teenagers who got caught up in this by accident. Now they suddenly appear overseas and feel bewildered. Moreover, other people are not related to them and do not have the responsibility to help them,” Li Yang explained.

Indeed.

Those lingering at the door were mostly young people and children, including seven or eight-year-old foreign kids, teenagers around eighteen or nineteen, and women in their twenties or thirties. Being in a foreign land and not knowing their way around, they were unable to rely on their own abilities to get back home, so they felt lost and helpless.

“Wait a moment.”

Yang Jian immediately returned to the villa, and when he came back, he had several gold bars in his hand. These were the compensation left by He Tianxiong, but there was no cash, after all, to necromancers, cash was as useless as scrap paper.

“Take it and use it. This money should last you a long time. I don’t have the time to take care of these people, so you’ll have to look after them yourself. If things get too tough, call this number.”

He quickly wrote down a phone number for Li Yang, which was Liu Xiaoyu’s number.

“Just say you know me, that you’re also a necromancer, and then explain the previous situation clearly. Someone will come to deal with it.”

The headquarters wouldn’t neglect any intelligence related to ghost drawings at this critical juncture, so they would pay extra attention to their existence; ensuring their livelihoods was not an issue.

“Thank you,” Li Yang said gratefully.

Yang Jian said, “Even without my help, you’ll be able to live well after becoming a necromancer. After all, we are considered very important talent, and every country needs us. However, your ability is quite special. I might need your help in the future, and when that time comes, don’t refuse.”

“You saved my life. I’ll definitely not refuse if you need help in the future,” Li Yang said.

“That’s good to hear.”

Yang Jian nodded, considering forming a team once he resolved the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box.

This Li Yang could be a potential teammate. Although he had just become a necromancer, his mental fortitude was evident, and he would likely improve rapidly after the ghost drawing incident.

Yang Jian didn’t linger any longer and planned to leave.

“Thank you for saving me. How can I ever thank you?” At that moment, a foreign child, with eyes wide open, looked at him and asked.

Although Yang Jian’s foreign language skills were poor, he could understand words of gratitude.

“You don’t need to thank anyone, as no one went out of their way to save you. If there’s anyone to thank, thank Jimmy and Li Yang. They are the reason you survived,” Yang Jian said, pausing momentarily to look at the child.

His attitude towards the child wasn’t as harsh.

Because children lacked the scheming and cunning adults possess, in other words, they posed no threat to him.

Li Yang translated Yang Jian’s words for the child, who then asked, “Then, may I know your name?”

Yang Jian said, “I am just an insignificant figure, but you can call me Mister Yang.”

He chose not to reveal his name to the child; they shouldn’t get involved in this circle, even if it was just a name.

Li Yang translated it, and the child said in English, “Thank you, Mister Yang.”

Yang Jian nodded as an acknowledgment but quickly walked away. He hadn’t gone far—just around the corner at the crossroad—when he had already disappeared.

Li Yang, who saw this, was bewildered but didn’t say anything. He simply told the others, “Don’t be curious about Mister Yang or try to find out anything about him. We only need to know that he saved us. That’s all. It’s better to keep his matters a secret.”

While he said this to them, he actually thought that ordinary people spreading rumors about these supernatural events would only lead to trouble.

“I want to know everything and write a book someday, recording this bizarre tale.”

The foreign child spoke with a grown-up’s tone, seeming rather mature and more curious than afraid of the supernatural incidents.

This was in line with a child’s psychology.

“Just make sure you never publish it,” Li Yang managed a slight smile, advising the child.

Although his first foray into the world of ghost drawing had delayed him, the day hadn’t yet ended.

When Yang Jian returned to the Guanjiang Residential Complex in Dachang City, it was already the afternoon.

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Just like last time, he stood on the clock tower where the Ghost Cabinet was placed. There were some people moving around in the complex, but no one noticed his arrival, as he deliberately avoided others’ gazes.

“I have found it. Help me remove the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box,” Yang Jian wrote this message and then stuffed it into the hollow slot on top of the Ghost Cabinet.

Something in the pitch-dark Ghost Cabinet seemed to grab his note, pulling it in all at once.

Yang Jian stood there, waiting for the transaction to complete.