Mysterious Revival-Chapter 691 - 658

Once the white Ghost Candle was lit, the consequences were terrifying. If not handled properly, it could easily spiral out of control, for no one knew what kind of entity might be attracted by the Ghost Candle. If it attracted a spirit of an extremely high Terror Level, the result could be instantaneous annihilation.

At this point, even a ghost controller of Yang Jian's caliber dared not light the white Ghost Candle himself. He let the Ghost Child use it while he quietly hid to the side to observe the situation.

His red ghost eyes could spy on every anomaly in the darkness.

He saw more and more Dead Man's Heads floating over in the sky and the number of Ghost Slaves appearing nearby was also increasing,

The originally deserted streets suddenly seemed bustling, as "people" kept emerging. At this rate, the intersection would soon be packed. There were at least more than ten corpses lying around Yang Jian himself.

One could only imagine how many had died at the hands of the Door Knocking Ghost in this city, and how many had become Ghost Slaves under the erosion of supernatural powers.

The darkness echoed with noises of the moving crowd.

A thick smell of corpse decay lingered coldly around.

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All senses were under extreme duress, inflating everyone's fear to the limit.

The woman named Mishima Keiko, who could sense the presence of malevolent spirits, seemed on the verge of breaking down, cowering in a corner of the street, screaming and crying without restraint, seemingly having lost the capability to even flee.

Nagase, as a ghost controller, was faring slightly better. His face was extraordinarily pale, and he was trembling as if he had never imagined facing such a situation. This was not a simple paranormal event but a tremendous disaster. The malevolent spirits had formed a Ghost Tide, able to devour the life of any living person.

"Guess we're not surviving this time," thought Nagase.

With uneasy and panicked eyes, he looked towards Yang Jian, the architect of this entire situation, wondering if he was confident enough to handle this predicament.

Watching the eerie passersby, Nagase was fortunate; the ghosts did not focus on him because their priority for attacks was the Ghost Child.

The Ghost Child, dressed in funeral clothes, was now engulfed by the crowd, seemingly being swallowed up.

But the light from the Ghost Candle continued to flicker in the darkness, incessantly drawing ghosts nearer.

Yang Jian was unmoved, his expression chillingly collected. He had barely utilized any of his ghostly abilities, merely commanding the Headless Ghost Shadow to clear away corpses close to him to avoid any potentially dangerous mix-ins.

"The Door Knocking Ghost hasn't appeared yet?"

His ghostly gaze scrutinized everything around him, and his face couldn't help but grow darker—so many Ghost Slaves had been attracted, but the source still hadn't emerged.

"The Ghost Child is still holding up for the moment. It hasn't suffered any serious ghostly attacks. If something unexpected happens, I will immediately use the Ghost Domain to get the Ghost Child out of here," Yang Jian thought to himself. Although it seemed dangerous for the Ghost Child to be swallowed up by the crowd, these Ghost Slaves were unable to harm it through its burial clothes.

The longer the Ghost Candle burned, the stronger its attraction to the surrounding ghosts became.

At this very moment,

The eerie figure wrapped in tattered clothes from the house Yang Jian had entered earlier suddenly opened the door and stepped out. It was a genuine ghost that had been inactive before, hiding in the building.

Now, however, this ghost had come onto the street and was heading towards Yang Jian's location.

In another place,

another corpse walked out. It was headless, the body of one called Sakai who had died recently.

After his death, a ghost had revived in his body. Yang Jian hadn't had the time to deal with it before, so he had tossed it aside without concern. But now, the corpse was moving on its own, walking down the road towards the crowded intersection.

Beyond that,

Other horrors hidden within the city were also incessantly surfacing.

If the Door Knocking Ghost had not yet arrived, the lit Ghost Candle would attract all the ghosts, in which case Yang Jian and the others would certainly be annihilated.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the Dead Man's Heads floating in the sky began to fall, slightly reducing the number. But quickly, new decapitated heads flew up to replace those that had dropped, becoming part of the floating Dead Man's Heads in the sky.

"There's a limit to the number of Dead Man's Heads floating there. As the rotten heads fall, new ones take their place... Sakai died because a few Dead Man's Heads had already fallen from the sky, and he became a replacement. This means that Sakai, Nagase, and that Keiko, or even me—all of us are already targeted by those balloon heads."

"It's just that we haven't been selected yet, and this selection seems to be random, with no first-come, first-served basis."

Yang Jian finally pieced together some key information and felt a peculiar unease. He subconsciously touched his neck.

His head had fallen off more than once before; he didn't want to lose it again here because if his head fell this time, he was sure he wouldn't survive.

"Better put up some insurance. Can't be stingy now," he thought.

Seizing the moment before the Door Knocking Ghost had yet to appear, Yang Jian quickly took something out of his luggage bag.

A piece of porcelain in the shape of a human figure, distorted and strange.

Ghost Porcelain.

This was one of the three pieces of Ghost Porcelain that President Mishima had acquired from a trade previously.

Yang Jian immediately took a small bunch of his own hair as a medium and placed the Ghost Porcelain in the corner of a small shop by the street, setting it up and pressing it upon the hair.

Very quickly,

the hair underneath the Ghost Porcelain disappeared, going directly into the interior of the Ghost Porcelain.

An indescribable feeling of constriction appeared on Yang Jian, a sensation he was not accustomed to, as if his entire body was enveloped by a fierce Ghost Cage... oppressive, stifling, suffocating.

Yang Jian bore this discomfort and learned to adapt to the sensation.

He knew it wouldn't last long, as soon as this matter was over, the medium inside the Ghost Porcelain would be removed by him.

However, just as he had finished setting up the Ghost Porcelain, suddenly,

the floor inside the small shop began to age, to decay, as if it had been abandoned for decades.

"Huh?"

Yang Jian's expression changed, and he immediately looked in a certain direction.

At one end of the street, the darkness was approaching, and there a ghostly elder in a long robe with livor mortis patches was slowly walking this way, with a pair of grey-white lifeless eyes that were frightening, an unprecedented feeling of horror and alarm.

The Door Knocking Ghost.

It had arrived.

"Blow out the Ghost Candle, bring that Dead Man's Head and come with me," Yang Jian shouted, issuing his command.

Immediately,

the bodies that were buried in the middle began to shift, topple, making way for a path.

The Ghost Child, dressed in funeral attire, held a Dead Man's Head and tilted its head to look this way.

The Dead Man's Head in its hands eerily stared straight ahead, and any Ghost Slave that it fixed its gaze on instantly lost the support of its supernatural power and fell dead to the ground.

"It seems that the old man hasn't changed, still the same as before, but... the sense of danger he gives me has become even stronger,"

"No time to care, must go on."

Yang Jian had already prepared to withstand the hardship, even if it was dangerous, he would not shrink back; otherwise, he wouldn't have so crazily ignited the Ghost Candle.

Now, the original source of the ghosts had been drawn here, and the safety of the others couldn't be his concern at the moment.

Swiftly, he converged with the Ghost Child.

According to his plan, he intended to combine the abilities of one person and one ghost, to instantly suppress the Door Knocking Ghost, not giving it any chance to attack, and directly dealing with this supernatural incident.

"Can it be done?"

Questions arose in Yang Jian's mind, but he had never truly made contact with this ghost, and couldn't predict what changes would occur after the encounter.

Despite his thoughts,

his actions were swift.

Upon his command, the Ghost Child's actions were even swifter.

The Dead Man's Head it was holding in its arms had already fixed its gaze on the slowly approaching elder in the long robe.

Yang Jian, not reassured, revealed a dark Ghost Hand, and quickly, the attack of the Ghost Hand ensued. The elder's body, covered with livor mortis patches, began to crawl with black, cold palms, which appeared on all parts of its body as if to swallow it whole.

These Ghost Hands, though not the source, still possessed some suppressive power.

Combined with the Dead Man's Head in the hands of the Ghost Child, the majority of ghosts would instantly lose their ability to move.