Mysterious Revival-Chapter 698 - 665 The Severed Arm

The second time he had to face the Door Knocking Ghost, Yang Jian wasn't nervous; he had already earned the right to survive in the presence of ghosts, so he didn't feel as desperate as before.

Of course, he believed that truly desperate ghosts certainly existed in this world, it was just that he had not encountered one himself.

"It's very close."

Standing on the rooftop, Yang Jian saw a nearby street's buildings being eroded by darkness, where the terrible old man covered in corpse spots was hiding. However, this Ghost Domain wasn't very powerful. It could trap ordinary people and ghost masters without a Ghost Domain of their own, but it couldn't withstand the probing of his ghostly eye.

This was much easier than being in the ghost-painted world, so he was still fairly confident in his heart.

The knocking sound playing from the cellphone continued.

In the small room, Nagase was sweating coldly, his complexion pale, as he stared and listened to the eerie knocking sound, the moments before death's arrival—an utter torment.

"That ghost is nearby, it's about to arrive."

Nagase's body seemed to sense something too, and he tilted his head slightly in one direction, a strong unease approaching quickly. This unease was much worse than before, as if death was lunging straight at him; unavoidable, he could only silently endure.

"Hold on, you have to trust that Mister Yang, and you have to trust yourself. If you run away now, it will definitely be worse than staying in this small room to act as bait."

Nagase understood that if he couldn't hold on and ran away, not only would he offend Yang Jian, but he would also offend President Mishima of the Exorcism Club, and he still wouldn't be able to escape safely. The ghost would still target him, and then no one would likely come to his rescue anymore.

A clear consciousness is extremely important; it can make a person understand their predicament.

People just fear that under terror, they will act rashly without thinking.

As the cold sweat on his forehead kept dripping.

The lighting in the small house he was in was also getting darker, and the walls around him began to shrink, age, and then the plaster peeled off...finally rotting away, collapsing a bit.

The originally sealed walls suddenly broke and crumbled, and uneven gaps kept appearing and then widening. By then, Nagase could roughly see the outside situation through these broken gaps.

It was a small alley to the left.

Gloomy, oppressive.

The uneasy terror was coming from that direction.

But before he had time to observe more, Nagase suddenly stiffened, a chill spreading throughout his body.

A set of footsteps appeared next to the house. Though not loud, they were extremely heavy, step by step, as though made by a walking corpse, and at the same time, that familiar scent was smelled again.

The smell of a ghost.

Indescribable, a faint stench of decay mixed with a cold and rotting sensation.

"Has it come this quickly?"

Nagase turned to look.

His eyes narrowed.

The old man in the black robe with dark brown skin and corpse spots was walking step by step towards the front, not even looking into the house, just a profile showing in front of Nagase. He continued moving forward morosely, seemingly aiming to circle around to the front door.

"If it really wants to come in, this level of wall can't stop the ghost at all..."

Nagase's sense of dread peaked.

To know, he was less than five meters away from a real terrifying ghost.

Between them was just a wall as fragile as tissue paper, and now riddled with holes, allowing him a clear view of that dreadful figure inching closer.

Once it got near the door.

The ghost's attack would begin.

This was fatal.

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Life or death hinged on this very moment.

Nagase had no way to defend against the Door Knocking Ghost's attack, all his hopes were placed on Yang Jian, not far from him.

"The plan is flawless, and the ghost has appeared once again," said Yang Jian, standing atop the roof, his expression darkening. The Ghost Eye dormant within him was stirring restlessly.

The maximum level of the Ghost Domain he could open was the fifth, while the sixth required the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box. However, considering he had easily escaped the Door Knocking Ghost's domain at the fourth level, to fully suppress this Ghost Domain, probably the third or fourth level would suffice. This was still within his ability to endure.

"It's not time yet, I must act when the ghost reaches the door to knock," he thought.

Yang Jian didn't rush to use the Ghost Domain, fearing that acting prematurely might cause a change to the ghost's position or attract some unknown supernatural being.

So whether the plan succeeded was a bit a matter of luck.

"The Dead Man's Head balloon has yet to appear... That ghost seems to have vanished, it appears to have undergone some change after obtaining that rotten Dead Man's Head. Let's hope it doesn't cause trouble later, or this operation will fail again," he muttered to himself.

He worried because he knew just how formidable that rotten Dead Man's Head was. Yang Jian felt that if he became the target, he'd definitely need to suppress his own Ghost Domain, which would affect his ability to contain the Door Knocking Ghost.

"I'll leave the Ghost Child to guard against the appearance of other ghosts. At a critical moment, it can take the front. With the protection of the Ghost Shroud, it should be able to hold on for a while against most ghosts, unless they are particularly unsolvable."

Yang Jian's thoughts were clear, and his gaze was fixed intently on the Door Knocking Ghost, which was gradually approaching the door.

The ghost soon arrived at the door.

But there was a pit at Nagase's doorstep, inside which lay an open gold chest, forming a trap.

This trap was too simple, so simple that even a fool would know to avoid it and not step in.

But ghosts are different.

Ghosts follow a set pattern to kill, and their actions can be anticipated after they are understood.

The Door Knocking Ghost, with its somewhat stiff gait, continued forward, soon arriving at the door.

However, this terrifying, corpse-spotted ghost did not fall into the trap. The pit was clearly there, but a path formed above it, covering it entirely and obscuring the large chest, as though it had vanished.

Yang Jian knew the chest was still there, the trap was still there; it was just that the Ghost Domain had shifted out of reality. Since the ghost was in its own domain, it couldn't interact with the real world, which is why such a phenomenon of no intersection occurred.

What he needed to do was to bring the ghost back to the world of the living.

So suppression was necessary.

"It's starting."

Suddenly,

the feet of the horror-stricken, corpse-spotted elderly figure finally halted. The black robe's sleeve stirred slightly, and a rigid arm was raised.

The Door Knocking Ghost's murderous action commenced.

If the ghost knocked on this door, with only Nagase in the room, death was certain. If there were more people, they might stand a slim chance of allowing the first knock to kill someone else instead of them.

At this moment, the ghost could not be suppressed.

At least, Yang Jian in his current state couldn't do it, but in a mere contest of Ghost Domains, he hadn't lost many times.

This moment, he believed, was an opportune one.

Instantly,

The Ghost Eye opened.

Without any hesitation, a three-layer Ghost Domain overlaid, with red light quickly spreading from around him, the dim sky disappearing, starting to be replaced by his Ghost Domain.

It was a forceful invasion.

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Yang Jian's Ghost Domain did not require any fermentation; once activated, it spread over a city in just one or two seconds, which was a huge advantage. The spread of the Ghost Domain was as fast as the sight of the Ghost Eye, making it an extremely unique and extreme form of ghost.

However, the Door Knocking Ghost's Ghost Domain was resisting, slowing down the covering speed, but in the end, it still enveloped the area near the Door Knocking Ghost and directly trapped it.

But.

As the red Ghost Domain approached the dreadful ghost, it began to fade, as if aging, decaying.

This old man carried an unseen supernatural power that interfered with the Ghost Domain's invasion and progress.

Its range wasn't large but was just enough to exceed the size of that trap; after all, how big could the gap of a chest be?

At that moment, the ghost's arm had risen and was falling towards the door of the room. Once the dry, stiff fingers touched the wooden door and the knocking began, the operation would be deemed a failure.

Because the ghost, after killing Nagase, would definitely leave, and without the trap, Yang Jian could not suppress it directly, the operation would surely fail.

"Four-layer Ghost Domain."

But the old man's movements were somewhat sluggish, and Yang Jian was a bit faster.

The four-layer Ghost Domain was activated, intensifying the invasion of the Ghost Domain.

Red light began to appear near the door, casting an exceptionally eerie and bizarre glow on the cold face marred with livor mortis.

"Not enough?"

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly.

Although the four-layer Ghost Domain had invaded, it was unable to strip the ghost from reality, indicating that the Ghost Domain's invasion was just shy of the last bit.

"No, not right, my Ghost Domain is decaying?"

Suddenly, he was shocked to discover that the red light that had just enveloped the old man was fading quickly. It seemed that the dense livor mortis carried some kind of incomprehensible, terrible curse that would intensify upon approach and accumulate over time with contact.

It was like... the wailing of Tong Qian's Ghost Face.

"Perhaps the most terrifying danger isn't the knocking but this decaying curse," Yang Jian thought, feeling a chill, yet without any delay.

The fifth-layer Ghost Domain was activated.

This was the maximum level of the Ghost Domain he could withstand at that moment, capable of banishing some lesser vicious ghosts from reality, though not permanently, as they would eventually invade back.

The activation of the five-layer Ghost Domain did not send the Door Knocking Ghost away.

But the ghost was covered with a thick layer of red light, as if it were soaked in blood.

"I'll send you back to reality."

Yang Jian's Ghost Domain suppression seemed to be forming, and he fixed the Ghost Eye's gaze steadfastly on the Door Knocking Ghost.

Although he was unable to send it away, the Ghost Domain belonging to the Door Knocking Ghost could not spread out, as it was pulled forcefully into reality.

And under the ghost's feet in reality was a trap.

It was an open chest.

"Thud!"

The next moment.

The ghost, about to knock on the door just a moment ago, lost balance and fell to the ground, precisely landing inside the previously buried chest, producing a dull sound.

"Succeeded."

Yang Jian's figure vanished on the spot, and the next, he appeared near the chest, and without hesitation, he kicked over the lid, wanting to seal the ghost away completely.

As long as it was successful, the operation could come to an end in a relatively easy manner.

The lid pressed down.

But the next moment, he felt resistance.

The old man maintained a posture of raising his hand as if, even though he had fallen into the trap, he still wanted to raise his hand to knock on that door; and this raised arm was like a stiff, icy steel pipe jammed in place.

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"What kind of joke is this?"

Yang Jian put his entire weight down but still couldn't bend the Door Knocking Ghost's arm, a body that looked emaciated but contained incredible strength.

This strength didn't come from the withered body, but rather from an unknown supernatural force.

Moreover, the lid being pressed down even seemed like it could be flipped open at any moment.

Completely uncontainable.

"If the lid isn't covered, this ghost will soon break free..." Yang Jian's heart pounded; he had already seen the red light retreating inside the box below, giving way to a cold, dim environment.

The Ghost Domain of the Door Knocking Ghost was gradually re-emerging.

And the reason for this retreat was still that incomprehensible eerie rot.

The longer the resistance, the more terrifying the rot became.

The five-layer Ghost Domain was also being eroded. Although it would take some time, it ultimately couldn't resist.

"Nagase, if you're not dead, come over and help me press down this lid." While speaking, Yang Jian directly ejected Nagase from the room.

This was his Ghost Domain, where he was in control of everything.

Nagase had already seen the ghost fall in, his face showing a bit of joy and excitement, and he immediately pressed down on the lid with all his might.

However, from the not so large gap, an incomprehensible eerie force leaked, and in the world enveloped in red light, it seemed like a black spot had appeared, with the tendency to spread. The defeat of Yang Jian's Ghost Domain accelerated, and once it spread beyond this box, the ghost would be freed and be gone.

By then, all their efforts would be wasted.

Nagase's assistance didn't seem to make a difference; the lid still showed a faint tendency to be lifted.

In the end, Yang Jian even used the Ghost Domain to move a giant rock over and placed it on top, but he still couldn't cover that final gap of less than ten centimeters.

"It's not a problem of weight."

"Mister Yang, something is very wrong, the ghost is eroding us..." Nagase immediately widened his eyes as he noticed the appearance of cadaveric spots on the back of his hand.

Yang Jian's expression changed as he felt the trembling of the lid becoming more noticeable.

The erosion of the Door Knocking Ghost continued, and wherever it spread, the Ghost Domain of the ghost also expanded.

"Damn it, even now it won't let go, is it challenging my patience?"

Yang Jian didn't want to delay any longer; he clenched his teeth, and suddenly there was a rusty, eerie Firewood Knife in his hand. The knife was not at all sharp, the edge could be seen to be blunt and nicked, and it was stained with many unknown substances—soil, dried blood, and some flesh sticking to it—it looked somewhat creepy.

But the most terrifying aspect of this eerie Firewood Knife was its ability to dismember a ferocious ghost.

Yang Jian didn't plan to directly trigger the curse; he felt that doing so would result in unimaginable danger to himself. He just quickly grabbed the knife and made a swipe in midair.

Using the Ghost Domain, he slashed at the Door Knocking Ghost's raised arm, ready to knock.

"Crack!"

That thin, cold arm broke off directly.

This was the last thing Yang Jian saw before the lid slammed shut with a bang.

Indeed.

Without directly triggering the curse, the Firewood Knife could still strike the ghost and inflict certain damage.