Mysterious Revival-Chapter 690 - 657: The Ominous Dangers Approach

"Thump, thump thump."

At this very moment.

In an apartment building in Kobe City, within a dark, unlit corridor, a repressed and dull knocking sound rang out. It had no echo and was bizarrely strange, each knock as if hammering on one's heart, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

The one knocking in the darkness was an old man in a retro long gown. The old man had been dead for quite some time, his skin shriveled and covered in livor mortis, his pair of eyes hollow and numb, devoid of any emotion.

"Thump, thump thump"

The knocking continued, the door of the rental room in front of him had opened, but the old man did not enter, still knocking on the door.

"Ah!"

A scream came from inside, but then abruptly stopped, followed by something heavy falling to the ground, dull and profound. Eventually, all returned to silence.

The frightful old man in the long gown robotically lowered his arm; he turned around and continued walking forward, passing by places where buildings aged, where walls peeled off, and became spotty and darkened, as if weathered by time, giving off an unfathomable feeling.

And with the departure of this door-knocking old man.

In the rental room, two bodies lay on the ground, a man and a woman, both with eyes wide open in death, without a hint of injury on their bodies, all physical functions seemingly healthy, yet devoid of any signs of life, an eerily inexplicable medical phenomenon.

Killing by knocking, it was just that bizarre and eerie.

The departing old man kept moving on, still lingering in the building, with more targeted victims in sight.

The movement of the old man was not fast, step by step, stiff and slow, ceaselessly wandering in every corner of the building. Despite this, the old man quickly found his next mark, arriving in front of a rental room on the floor above.

The door was tightly closed, with no movement inside—seemingly an empty room.

But there was someone inside.

It was a survivor still living here, a man in his forties, hiding his head under the covers with a face full of terror. The mobile phone next to him had long since run out of power and stopped working.

Any hope for rescue was impossible; the only method was to stay here and strive to live on.

However, the man was very clear on what was happening to the city: the deathly quiet streets, the dead man's heads floating in the sky, all telling him that horrific ghosts were looming over every place he knew, leaving no hope to escape, only to hide here and pray he would not be targeted by the deadly spirits.

But the man felt his luck would not hold for much longer.

Because shortly before, he had received a phone call, and though no one spoke on the other side, only the thumping sound of knocks came through.

And that phone was clearly already out of service.

The man hiding under the covers watched his phone in horror, his mind echoing with the weird "thump, thump thump" from before.

"Thump, thump thump!"

Suddenly.

The silence was shattered; a knocking sound came from outside his rental room, its rhythm and frequency identical to the one from the phone call, with no difference at all. This real sound was even more muffled, stranger, and just hearing it made one feel choked at heart, struggling to breathe.

"No, can it be, who is knocking at my door? Could it be a neighbor? Or has that thing arrived..."

The man's mind went blank, fear flooding his entire body, but the knocking persisted.

"Thump, thump thump."

The sound echoed around the room, but it was too late; the man who had been contemplating just now suddenly stopped breathing, collapsing onto the floor, then lay still as his body gradually cooled down.

The Ghost Door Knocker continued his grim performance.

However, the dreadful old man stopped abruptly after knocking on this room's door.

He stood still as a rigid corpse, breathless, without a stir.

Soon, the old man moved again, but he did not continue deeper into the building. Instead, he headed back the way he had come, starting to leave along the path he had followed earlier.

For some reason, something was attracting him, compelling him to abandon his next target and instead move toward a specific location.

The effect of the Ghost Candle had manifested, drawing the Door Knocking Ghost toward it.

But before the Door Knocking Ghost arrived, the real horror had already descended quietly.

In the dreary sky above, those dead man's heads with closed eyes began to drift involuntarily toward a direction in the city, as if a breeze was pushing them to change position, or perhaps something was similarly attracting these terrifying heads.

It happened quickly.

More and more eerie events occurred near the Ghost Child holding the white candle at the crossroads—some were understandable, others were entities that even Yang Jian himself could not comprehend.

He watched everything around him like a bystander.

A cold female corpse numbly approached Yang Jian, but it was not a ghost. It was a Ghost Slave. With a cursory glance from his ghostly eye, the Headless Ghost Shadow behind him fluctuated, directly invading the corpse.

Soon, the body ceased to move and collapsed onto the ground with a dull thud.

The Ghost Slaves were too weak to handle. Just the presence of a Ghost Shadow was enough to dispose of them. The only thing Yang Jian truly feared was the real vengeful ghosts lingering in this place.

For example, those increasingly numerous heads above.

"Bang!"

A dead man's head fell from the sky, smacking onto the road and shattering into pieces, the stench of decay permeating the air.

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This was a head that had reached its limit; it couldn't hold up anymore as it floated through mid-air.

Yang Jian remained indifferent, his ghostly eye surveying each head, seeking something distinctive in these divergent heads. Thus far, he wasn't certain what the Source Ghost of these balloon-like heads was, only aware that this ghost was related to the Caesar Hotel.

Now that he thought about it, the ghost from the supernatural incident that happened in Tong Qian's jurisdictional city was probably one of the fearsome ghosts that had escaped from those mysterious rooms.

The drifting of the heads, along with the nearby convergence of Ghost Slaves, were sufficient proof of how terrifying this city truly was. Under the attraction of the Ghost Candle, many potential dangers were about to be revealed.

Fortunately, it was the Ghost Child bearing the cost; anyone else holding that Ghost Candle would have died.

"The number is a bit much; the Door Knocking Ghost hasn't appeared yet?" Yang Jian frowned.

Several bodies had already fallen near him, all slain Ghost Slaves, but the source of the ghosts was still lurking, not yet exposed.

"The Ghost Candle must keep burning; I just hope nothing unexpected happens." A slight unease lurked in Yang Jian's mind. According to his plan, he should have been able to attract the Door Knocking Ghost quickly and then extinguish the Ghost Candle.

Now, it seemed that the location sensed by Mishima was a bit off. The ghosts were indeed nearby, but not the closest to this immediate vicinity.

Quickly.

Ghost Slaves had already reached the Ghost Child's side. Their pale hands stretched out, seemingly to strike it, to kill it.

The shroud on the Ghost Child fluttered as if it had come alive, warding off the attacks from those Ghost Slaves. Although it seemed like the Ghost Slave might be buried alive by those corpses, Yang Jian knew the Ghost Child was not in danger.

As the moist and sticky corpse fluids contaminated them through contact with the Ghost Child, these bodies, long dead, began to decompose rapidly, then lacking the support of supernatural power, they collapsed to the ground.

"Mister Yang, something is very wrong. If we continue like this, we're all going to die. That candle should be put out," Nagase shouted terrifiedly at this moment. Even if he hadn't realized it initially, by now he could see dreadful figures emerging from the darkness, drawing nearer and nearer.

Mishima turned deathly pale with fear. Her senses were overwhelmed by a dense multitude of ghosts all around, with nowhere to go. The only safe place was near Yang Jian.

Just like Keiko, who stood trembling with her eyes closed. Although she was scared, she remained safe.

Until they were actually targeted by a real ghost, their lives were temporarily secure. Yang Jian hadn't chosen to abandon them outright. Although they were indeed of little use at that moment, they provided some help, so they received his care.

"It's not time yet." Yang Jian coldly rejected Nagase's suggestion.