Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1180 - 1146: A Man Named Ah Nan

The ghost grabbed Yang Jian and attacked him, his arm under the influence of the vengeful spirit becoming shriveled and withered, and this effect was spreading continuously to other parts of his body.

In just a few seconds, Yang Jian would be completely transformed into a dried corpse.

Yet at this moment, Yang Jian felt neither fear nor dread; instead, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

Ghost Eye closed, the sixth layer of the Ghost Domain ended, and Yang Jian immediately regained his mobility.

The cold, dark Ghost Hand instantly lifted, seizing the neck of the vengeful spirit before him, forming a suppression belonging to the Ghost Hand.

Immediately.

The supernatural influence eroding Yang Jian's body vanished, halting its further deterioration.

Yet, the vengeful spirit did not cease its movements; its stiff, emaciated neck began to twist mechanically, issuing a cracking sound of bones colliding, revealing a strange expression on a familiar yet cold face, as if about to speak.

But in the next moment.

Yang Jian raised the Firewood Knife in his hand, chopping down at the vengeful spirit without hesitation.

The rusty Firewood Knife seemed blunt beyond belief, yet when it touched the vengeful spirit, it was sharp as ever.

The head of this vengeful spirit was immediately cut off by him.

The corpse separated, the body dismembered by the Firewood Knife, even a true vengeful spirit would suffer great suppression.

"Such a meager skill attempting to kill me? I'm not the same as when I first arrived here; now I'm more terrifying than a ghost like you," Yang Jian kicked furiously.

The body of the vengeful spirit was kicked into the distance, motionless, while its severed head was held by Yang Jian as spoils of war.

Then.

The seventh layer of the Ghost Domain rebooted itself.

The curse of the Firewood Knife on his neck disappeared, and the shriveled arm returned to its previous state, making Yang Jian whole once more.

"Impressive." Tong Qian exclaimed with admiration upon seeing this.

"The captain's action naturally leads to such a result, but the urgent matter now is to resolve this eerie music curse. If it targets a living person's consciousness, all of us risk being killed."

Li Yang then strode forward, reaching out to touch the old piano, attempting to destroy it.

The piano creaked and distorted, as some parts fell off continuously.

However, the curse residing in the piano was contending with Li Yang, making it impossible to destroy the piano for a moment.

Yet, under the supernatural effect, the music emanating from the piano became less cohesive, breaking intermittently, unable to form a complete piece.

"It worked, the music is disappearing." Tong Qian expressed a slight joy.

"The suppression is useful but not thorough. Once you let go, the music will continue."

Yang Jian said, "The piano harbors that curse, just like the Eight-Tone Music Box I had. But I have a pretty good solution, Li Yang, step back."

As he spoke, he brought over a chair and placed it before the piano.

Though there was a chair before the piano, Yang Jian did not wish to associate with ill-fortune by using it since it had been sat on by the vengeful spirit.

"Alright, I'll let go." Li Yang, choosing not to confront the eerie piano head-on, opted to retreat.

As he released his grip, the cursed music from the piano rang out once more.

Yet Yang Jian immediately took charge.

He set the cracked long spear aside, then extended his hands onto the distorted, severely damaged old piano.

As Yang Jian's fingers moved, a strange, hollow piece was played by him.

The music that automatically played from the old piano and the music played by Yang Jian sounded simultaneously.

The two pieces were similar but had some differences, seemingly from the same sheet music, now intertwining in a way that felt comforting.

Yes, it was a comforting feeling, devoid of the eerie, ethereal oddity.

"Supernatural music seems to have three pieces: one that, when played, grants survival; one that, when played, spells certain death; and another piece that I haven't encountered, whose supernatural properties I'm unsure of."

Yang Jian said while playing the piano to Tong Qian and Li Yang.

"The piece I mastered grants survival, also known as the Eight-Tone Music Box Curse. Those cursed by it won't die as long as the music plays; of course, once the music stops, death is inevitable."

"The piano curse must be the piece for certain death; anyone who hears it will certainly die, but it needs to be played fully. I was once attacked by this piano curse, luckily I had the Eight-Tone Music Box Curse at that time, so I didn't die and survived by chance."

Yang Jian disclosed much information from the past.

Now, many secrets no longer need to be kept, and can be shared with his teammates.

"So that's how it is." Li Yang expressed some astonishment.

In the paranormal world, such bizarre events indeed exist.

"I think these three pieces have a mutually restraining relationship."

Yang Jian said, "I believe relying on the Eight-Tone Music Box Curse completely cancels out this piano curse."

Now the piano is releasing the curse, and he is releasing a curse.

Their supernatural collision should result in nothing happening, mutually nullified.

This conjecture was quickly validated.

As the cursed music from the old piano played its last note, Yang Jian's hands ceased abruptly.

Both eerie melodies stopped simultaneously.

"It's fine, nothing happened at all." Tong Qian looked at herself, then at Li Yang, and around the area.

Everything was calm.

The supernatural music hadn't caused even the slightest disturbance; they were unharmed.

"This is the inevitable result; the power of the same curse was evenly matched and thus nullified each other."

Yang Jian slowly stood up and took a deep look at the piano in front of him.

The curse residing in this piano meant that it was a supernatural item.

An item of supernatural nature can release a curse by itself, so what then, was the ghost sitting at the piano?

Or is it the revived specter of Xiang Lan after her death?

Perhaps Xiang Lan retained some habits from her life, sitting at this piano playing music.

Sadly, now there's only a head left of Xiang Lan that's intact, while her actual body is likely completely decayed.

"Yang Jian, what happened to us just now? Why could we come here after stopping?"

Tong Qian frowned, noting the eerie and sinister aura around them, hinting at an unusual presence.

"Different locations cannot intersect; the only way is to break this boundary through the Ghost Domain and invade."

Yang Jian said: "But it requires coordinates, otherwise it's easy to get lost or fail to find the correct path. The ghost grabbed me earlier, so I also grabbed it, thus bringing us here."

"This should be the unknown supernatural room that has sealed off the Caesar Grand Hotel."

"Truly a remarkable place, no wonder it can hold all the supernatural entities here," Yang Jian's ghost eyes slightly turned.

A six-layer Ghost Domain is needed to come here, which speaks to how special this room truly is.

Indeed.

Under normal circumstances, the vision of the ghost eyes is impaired, only breaking the dim environment, unable to see through walls to everything here.

This situation means Yang Jian's Ghost Domain range is very small.

"But the supernatural presence of the Ghost Lake can't be contained by this room." Yang Jian looked down.

The water beneath his feet was spreading, soon covering the surrounding area.

The water spread towards the old piano, enveloping it, and finally, the piano sank slowly into the water, quickly disappearing from sight.

This piano with the curse, Yang Jian didn't plan to let it go; he decided to take it with him.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

"Who?"

Sudenly, Tong Qian noticed something, her neck turned, and a crying face immediately aimed in a certain direction.

"What did you find?" Li Yang also became alert, slightly squinting his eyes towards the restaurant's entrance.

The restaurant's door was damaged, the glass shattered, but through the dim environment, they could still vaguely see someone standing behind the door. This person had appeared at some unknown time, seemingly observing them in secret.

No.

Or maybe it wasn't a person, but another ghost always lingering in this unknown room. My Virtual Library Empire (*) appreciates your readership at the source.

"No response, and it dies." Yang Jian said coldly, again gripping the cracked long gun beside him.

This room is sealed with unknown supernatural occurrences, anything could happen; ghosts can resemble humans, humans can resemble ghosts, so caution was crucial.

"I've seen you before. No, more accurately, I've met you." That person suddenly spoke.

The door creaked open slowly, and a young man walked in.

He looked very young, his complexion pale, wearing a Zhongshan suit, like a Republic of China Period university student.

"Ah Nan?"

Yang Jian's grip on the long gun tightened, glancing at the Dead Man's Head placed nearby.

The clues Yang Jian had indicated that both Ah Nan and Xiang Lan were already dead, how could they still be alive.

"You can call me Chu Nan, Ah Nan isn't what you call me, that's her name for me." The man who called himself Chu Nan spoke as he walked.

"You should be dead."

Yang Jian stared at him and said: "A year ago, I saw you and Xiang Lan in that room; you were both very naive, terrified in the face of the supernatural; now you are entirely different. Are you human or ghost now?"

"You've changed a lot too, different from what you were back then. Are you human or ghost now?" Chu Nan retorted.

"I'm not one for patience; when I ask you something, you better answer honestly, or I'll cut your head off just like that one." Yang Jian pointed at the nearby head.

Chu Nan suddenly stopped, staring hard at Yang Jian, seemingly provoked by Yang Jian's words.

"Going to make a move?"

Li Yang also laughed, his laughter eerie, as he held a bloody knife in his hand.

Tong Qian, beside them, turned her neck, her smiling face aimed at the man.