Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1188 - 1154: Room 88

A bizarre place like a maze, with identical rooms everywhere.

These rooms were exactly the same except for the different room numbers hanging above the doors. Of course, there was another difference: some of the wall lamps next to the doors were lit, while others were off. These wall lamps brought some light to the dark corridors, preventing people walking here from completely losing their sight.

Ah Nan reminded Yang Jian and the others at this moment, informing them that they had now entered a dangerous area and could encounter ghosts at any time.

"I know that there are different ghosts in these rooms. Although not every room has one, the vast majority of rooms are still full of danger. It's not my first time here." Yang Jian's face was calm, but his heart was filled with vigilance.

Although the supernatural power he was wielding now was different from before.

However, Yang Jian still dared not be careless with the Caesar Grand Hotel.

"This place is really unusual, as if all the rooms had suffered a curse, carrying very strong supernatural power." Li Yang touched the wall at this moment, trying to sense the surroundings.

But this perception directly failed.

The walls, rooms, corridors that looked normal, were actually all not real but constructed supernaturally. What you saw was only the appearance presented by this place, just like the Ghost Post Office. The Ghost Post Office could be the Ghost Post Office, and it could be transformed by Sun Rui into the Hell Apartment, or even something else.

It's the same here.

"Room 56?" Tong Qian glanced at a room they passed by and frowned immediately.

Because a room diagonally across the door was numbered 112.

"Sure enough, the room order here is not arranged by numerical size. They seem to be scattered in a patternless manner, but the general range can still be determined. The deeper you go, the larger the numbers." Tong Qian's three faces were all paying attention to the appearing room numbers.

"As long as the general direction is correct."

Li Yang said, "As long as we walk around here a few more times, we will definitely find that room recording the information."

Although it seemed like a maze here, every road was connected together by crossroads, so you could continuously narrow the range by exploring one by one until you finally found the room you wanted to go to.

Yang Jian continued walking.

Because without the tall male corpse holding the Firewood Knife wandering around here, he felt much more at ease and was not worried about leaving his footprints.

As he continued forward, soon.

The tranquility along the way was broken.

The door of a room in front on the road was actually open, though not completely, just a slightly opened crack, but through that crack, light was seen shining out from the room. What's most bizarre was that the light shining outside was sometimes suddenly dimmed as if blocked by something, but then brightened again.

It seemed like something was walking back and forth in the room, blocking the light every time it moved, thus causing such a phenomenon.

Other people also saw this scene.

"Should we avoid that room in front? It might be a room with a ghost in it, and approaching rashly could be dangerous." Tong Qian said.

"It's unnecessary. Avoiding here means giving up on exploring this area. We might have to come back by then, let's go and take a look. With our current situation, we can deal with ordinary ghosts." Yang Jian gestured to the others not to be too nervous.

They're no longer ordinary people now, it's not so easy to die.

Continue to approach.

At this time, they saw the room number 88 on the door.

This is a lucky number.

But here, the number doesn't seem lucky at all; instead, it makes people feel taboo and eager to avoid it.

Yang Jian didn't want to avoid it; he wanted to take a look or perhaps pass through here.

Soon.

Yang Jian came to the door of this open room, he stood motionless behind the door, listening to the movement inside, but he didn't hear any special sounds, only some strange noises. He couldn't tell what those sounds were, but it shouldn't be made by a living person.

With a bit of vigilance and curiosity, Yang Jian slowly poked his head out. The ghost eye on his forehead peered through the crack into the room.

The room was arranged in an old-fashioned, simple, yet dust-free way, with nothing special. However, a dim yellow light was on in the living room.

"No one... nor did I see any ghosts, but it doesn't rule out the possibility that a ghost is lingering in some corner of this room." Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and he slowly opened the half-closed door a little more.

"I'll go in and have a look."

"Captain, there's no need to go in, this is not the room we are looking for." Li Yang said.

Yang Jian said, "If those cursed people have really been trapped here for decades, then this room is likely to have the information they left behind. I'll find it and then come out, and I want to know what exactly was that figure swinging in the room just now. If it's a ghost, I'll imprison it easily."

"You just wait here for me for a few minutes."

Li Yang had to say, "Then Captain, be careful."

Indeed.

With Yang Jian's current strength, even investigating a room with a ghost could safely come out.

Yang Jian moved quickly; he immediately walked into the room.

Each room's layout here was the same, with the living room behind the door, connected to the bedroom, and the bathroom, and nothing else.

"This room is a bit different." Yang Jian glanced around.

A sofa was placed against the wall in the living room.

This was a three-seater leather sofa, but it was very old, with the leather cracked and peeling and showing very serious signs of wear, seemingly due to continuous use. If normally placed here, there wouldn't be severe signs of wear.

In front of the sofa was an old-fashioned TV, with two antennas standing on top of it, casually placed on the floor.

The TV screen was currently black, not turned on, because when Yang Jian looked at it, the TV wasn't even plugged into a power source, seeming just a decoration.

"Judging from the shadow's movement, there should have been someone in the living room just now; even if not a person, at least a trace of a ghost..." Yang Jian pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting to the room.

Stepped into the room in large strides.

The room had a wooden bed, with bedding on it, but it had been left there untouched for a long time.

Yang Jian searched around the room, trying to find some recorded information.

However, unfortunately, he found nothing.

"It's unnaturally clean, as if many existences were deliberately erased. I don't believe that Ah Nan, Zhu Jian, Dong Yulan, and the others haven't entered this room in these decades." Yang Jian's eyes shifted slightly, and the ghost eye emitted a faint red glow in the dim environment.

"Think about which item in this room appears more abrupt."

He thought for a moment.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian realized something and immediately left the bedroom and returned to the living room.

His gaze moved to the TV placed on the floor.

Although the old-fashioned TV perfectly fit into this environment, it didn't match the era here.

Because there was no such TV during the Republic of China Period, this TV should be a product of the seventies or eighties. To report errors, please visit the original post on *.

Going over took another look.

The TV was still black, nothing abnormal, but when Yang Jian reached out with the Ghost Hand to touch the old-fashioned TV, something strange appeared.

The screen of the old TV suddenly lit up, but there was no signal, just a snowy screen, with a whispering noise.

But then, the TV's signal seemed to slowly recover, the screen started to flicker and jump, and an image was gradually forming in front of his eyes.

"I just knew there's something wrong with this thing." Yang Jian stared at the TV screen.

Soon.

The picture became clearer, and the signal gradually stabilized.

But in fact, no TV signal could be received here, and this TV wasn't even plugged into a power source.

However, in the supernatural world, such phenomena are not uncommon, and Yang Jian did not find it strange.

Soon, the footage appeared.

The footage displayed a room, empty and devoid of excess items, with only a yellowing chandelier overhead and a green leather sofa.

"This is the scene from the room." Yang Jian's expression changed slightly.

The video inside the television matched the scene in the room perfectly, except for the sofa. The sofa in the room was old and torn, while the sofa in the television was worn but not damaged.

"Is this an earlier scene, or does the television reveal the real scene from the room?"

But the next moment, an eerie spectacle emerged.

The image flickered, jumped a few times, and then returned to normal.

At this moment, Yang Jian noticed that there was suddenly a person on the sofa in the room in the video, whose figure was blurry like low resolution, indistinct yet discernible as a man. His face was disturbingly pale, and he seemed to have a bizarre, indescribable smile.

The arc of that mouth seemed unnaturally bent, as if forcefully pulled into shape.

"Is this a ghost?" Yang Jian stared intensely at the figure inside the television, or rather, the ferocious ghost.

The figure in the television sat upright on the sofa, motionless like a corpse, yet the footage flickered again, the image vanished briefly, and soon reappeared.

As soon as the image returned to normal, Yang Jian saw that the ghost, previously on the sofa, was now standing in the middle of the living room.

The lighting revealed a shadow around, covering the door, just like the scene Yang Jian saw when passing by outside.

In the footage, the door was closed and not open.

After seeing the second scene, Yang Jian seemed to understand a bit.

Nonetheless, the ghost in the television remained unmoving, still standing vaguely in the living room.

Then the footage began flickering again.

Soon.

The image returned to normal.

This scene was even more bizarre.

The ghost suddenly appeared in the center of the screen, and the blurry face almost occupied the entire screen, with a peculiar posture bending over, seemingly peering at you through enlarged eyes.

"The third scene."

Yang Jian remained very calm, not frightened by the sudden scene shifts, yet instinctively felt the ghost in the television was about to attack at any moment.

Perhaps the ghost would emerge from the television.

"If it comes out, I'll deal with it immediately." Yang Jian harbored such thoughts.

But the television did not flicker again; the fourth scene did not occur. Instead, the ghost in the footage began moving.

The ghost inside the television raised a hand toward the top of the screen but did not extend it, appearing beyond the footage.

Soon after.

The footage began tilting and shaking, and the ghost picked up an old television and adjusted it in front of its face, then started staring at the screen.

A ghost watching television?

But when Yang Jian saw through the television into its footage and saw the television within, his eyes narrowed intensely.

He saw a person appearing in the TV the ghost was staring at, squatting in front of the TV and placing a hand on it, also not moving.

The figure's back... turned out to be Yang Jian himself.

He was watching the ghost in the room through the TV, while the ghost in the room was watching him through the TV?

So at this moment, who is inside the TV?

Yang Jian abruptly turned to look at the door.

Simultaneously, the footage of Yang Jian in the TV also showed him turning back.

But there was a difference now.

The door was open just as he came through earlier; Li Yang, Tong Qian, and Ah Nan were waiting by it.

Yet now, Yang Jian realized the door of the room he was in was shut.

When did it close, he was entirely unaware; he always thought the door to the room had been open.

Indeed, the door was open.

However, the open door existed not where Yang Jian was, but in the room inside the television that the ghost was watching.

Yang Jian's expression changed; he immediately got up to leave the room.

But when he reached the door, he found it would not open no matter what, while in the television's footage, Yang Jian stood unmoving by the door too, the door ahead open, yet unable to step out, as if an invisible wall was blocking him.

"Captain, why are you standing by the door like that? Is there nothing inside? We should continue to other places and check it out."

But in reality, Li Yang saw Yang Jian standing motionless at the door of Room 88, his gaze somewhat peculiar, with no intention of coming out.

Yet Yang Jian inside the room did not hear Li Yang's voice.

Yang Jian turned back to look at the television, noting the footage showed his own figure, even the image of Li Yang at the door, making him understand instantly.

He was now inside the television.

The real him had become a scene within the television.

"Is this the ghost's method of killing in the room?" Yang Jian returned and stared at the television.

At that moment, the image flickered again, and the signal disappeared.

But soon it returned to normal.

The television returned to the first scene.

However, it was slightly different.

The ghost still sat on the sofa, but now there was another figure on the three-seat sofa, a blurry shape just like the initial ghost, yet from its physique, the second indistinct figure in the middle seat might be a woman, though the face remained unclear.

The footage flickered again, then returned to normal.

Two ghosts reappeared in the living room, under the yellow light where the ghost's shadow blocked part of the light, casting a massive shadow on the door.

The footage continued to flicker, continued to normalize.....

The two ghosts lay on the ground again, revealing a blurry eerie face glued to the television screen, afterward adjusting the television slowly.

The screen showed another screen... inside appeared the first ghost, along with the television it held which contained Yang Jian's figure.

Finally.

The screen flickered, then returned to normal.

The screen displayed the living room again; three ghosts sat on the sofa... then the footage instantly vanished, the television before him turned black as if powered off.

"Interesting, in how many layers of the supernatural realm am I trapped?" Yang Jian's gaze slowly pulled back from the television.

The old leather sofa behind him, now green, was no longer worn and cracked.

This was Room 88, yet not the normal Room 88.

Or perhaps, this was the genuine Room 88.