Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1193 - 1159: Retreat

Yang Jian's tentative attack not only failed but also caused him to be tainted by a curse, forcing him to switch bodies.

But things weren't that easy.

The situation had worsened at this moment.

The fierce ghosts dressed in various colored costumes had previously closed their eyes, but now all of them had opened their eyes.

At this moment, even the dimmest person would understand that the fierce ghosts had locked onto Yang Jian.

"I can't be targeted by these things. Those curses are terrifying, almost the same as the curse from the Ghost Lake back then, no, even stronger. I'm starting to suspect that the curse ability of the Ghost Lake was stolen from these fierce ghosts," Yang Jian thought, recalling a paranormal event that occurred when handling the Ghost Lake back then.

It was a paranormal town that appeared around the Ghost Lake, where there was an opera stage with rows of red wooden benches set in front of it.

At that time, Li Jun went to investigate and saw the stage but didn't see anyone performing.

Perhaps these fierce ghosts in front of him were the ghosts from that stage.

They might be part of a paranormal puzzle connected to each other.

So it wasn't surprising that the Ghost Lake also had such a curse.

"I can't continue to tangle with them. The chance to act has passed, I must get away from these things, otherwise, I won't be able to escape today."

Without hesitation, Yang Jian took out a strange, old, red pair of scissors tangled with hair.

This was the Ghost Scissors, capable of cutting through a ghost's curse and breaking the ghost's killing patterns; it could also curse and kill through photographs.

With the Ghost Scissors in hand, everything in front of him changed.

The surrounding light dimmed immediately, and all the curses previously cut by the Ghost Scissors reappeared.

Paranormal phenomena abounded.

Yang Jian heard footsteps approaching, the sound of water dripping overhead, and saw shadows gradually spreading nearby...

But at the same time, he saw a line.

A phantom line connecting himself and these fierce ghosts in front of him.

"Cutting off the killing pattern carries a certain probability of being tainted by other killing patterns of the Ghost Scissors. This is a costly paranormal item, but even trading one killing pattern for another is worth it." Without hesitation, Yang Jian used the Ghost Scissors to cut this line.

This line, which neither existed in reality nor in the Ghost Domain, was directly severed and disappeared upon contact with the Ghost Scissors.

The disappearance of the line indicated that Yang Jian had cut off the connection with these ghosts in front of him.

The killing pattern was forcibly broken.

The fierce ghosts with eyes wide open staring at Yang Jian now slowly closed their eyes again.

The imminent danger was easily defused like this.

"This time, it seems my luck isn't that bad. I didn't get tainted by other killing patterns." Yang Jian promptly checked himself again.

This time, the rare good luck from using the Ghost Scissors meant no new curses fell on him, equating to a free use of it.

Yet, this killing pattern did not disappear; instead, it stuck to the Ghost Scissors.

If Yang Jian continued using it next time, he might get tainted again, and as the curses on the scissors accumulate, eventually using it once might simultaneously taint him with several different curses.

After the crisis was resolved.

The group of fierce ghosts dressed in opera costumes returned to tranquility, closing their eyes once more and continuing to walk over the accumulated water.

At this moment, Yang Jian chose to retreat, avoiding confrontation.

"Captain, what's the situation?" As they retreated, Li Yang quickly inquired.

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "A group of fierce ghosts is very fierce. I was targeted by a ghost. Fortunately, I used the Ghost Scissors to cut the killing pattern; otherwise, if I was entangled, I can't guarantee I could escape smoothly."

Even though he could use the Ghost Lake to leave here, it was possible the fierce ghosts might leave with him.

This was a situation Yang Jian didn't want to see.

"Do we need to find a room to hide?" Li Yang asked.

Although there are other fierce ghosts in the rooms here, conversely, the rooms can also be a safe haven, provided you don't get killed by the ghosts within.

"There's no need. Although I don't know the killing pattern of these fierce ghosts, it's not easy to trigger. It's not easy to be targeted. We avoid them and let them pass," Yang Jian said immediately.

After speaking, he immediately said, "They're coming. Stand to the side and make way."

Then Yang Jian turned sideways and stood against the wall.

Li Yang glanced over, and his pupils contracted as he saw a group of eerie people wearing opera costumes, eyes closed, walking unhurriedly towards them.

Will this really be okay?

Although he thought this in his mind, out of trust in Yang Jian, he still stood straight against the wall.

Tong Qian, without saying a word, pulled Ah Nan aside and made him stand against the wall: "Don't make a sound. Let the ghosts pass, and it'll be fine."

Ah Nan's face changed slightly, holding the Dead Man's Head, leaning motionlessly against the wall.

The ghosts crossed the accumulated water, continued forward, and passed by Yang Jian's side.

Sure enough.

Yang Jian's guess was correct.

The first fierce ghost still had its eyes closed as it passed, not even noticing Yang Jian on the side, brushing past each other.

Li Yang's heart tightened; he could even feel the cold breath emanating from the fierce ghosts infringing upon him, causing an involuntary shiver.

"Hope everything is okay."

He could only silently chant this.

Because the fierce ghosts coming towards them were too many, it's no wonder the captain chose to retreat. If they really resisted, these people might suffer terribly.

Tong Qian also saw the group of passing fierce ghosts and immediately closed her eyes, turning her head with a crying face facing forward.

"These are...." Ah Nan's expression slightly shifted at this moment; he seemed to know what these fierce ghosts were, but he wasn't sure.

Because his resurrection this time hadn't encountered this group of fierce ghosts, only a similar description in previous experiences.

The ghosts continued to pass by.

No one suffered an attack, even though the distance between people and ghosts was extremely close, the ghosts adhered to the killing pattern, and in most situations, as long as the pattern is not triggered, it is safe.

It's just that having a group of fierce ghosts brush past requires immense psychological endurance.

If it were an ordinary person, it's likely the mind would collapse.

As time passed gradually.

Very soon.

After the last few ghosts in black opera costumes passed by, no other ghosts followed in the hallway.

The danger started to retreat.

"Phew!"

At once, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the tense nerves finally relaxed.

"Is everyone okay?" Yang Jian turned to look in the direction the group of fierce ghosts had left, then glanced at the others.

"It was scary, but nothing happened."

Tong Qian also turned her face with some lingering fear and said, "I counted earlier, from the first to the last, the number of ghosts reached an astonishing thirty-five. Fortunately, you chose to avoid them. If we had confronted this group of ghosts here, we'd almost certainly be wiped out."

"Not wiped out entirely, but there would definitely be casualties," Yang Jian said confidently, believing he wouldn't die.

But the teammates would definitely all perish.

Even a top ghost-master like Li Yang, who controlled three ghosts, might find it hard to survive.

"Thirty-five, this isn't a good number." Li Yang looked at Yang Jian, very concerned about this number.

Because the number of rooms on the fifth floor of the Ghost Post Office was thirty-five, and the number of seats on the supernatural bus was also thirty-five, excluding the driver's seat.

And there were also thirty-five of these fierce ghosts in opera costumes.

Coincidence, or something predetermined long ago?

"There was a supernatural circle from the Republic of China period before us; everything started from there. We still have many secrets unresolved so far, but now is not the time to worry about this. While those fierce ghosts have wandered off, we have to quickly find that room."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and chose to continue forward.

Everyone nodded silently, suppressing the fear and tension in their hearts, and then continued to move on.

As the group of fierce ghosts moved further away, Yang Jian continued forward, noticing that the surrounding darkness was dissipating.

Until finally, they saw a room appear before them, with two wall lamps lit at the door.

They understood that at this moment, they had walked out of that Ghost Domain, and returned to the real Caesar Grand Hotel.

Yang Jian stared at the room with the two lit wall lamps for a moment and immediately halted.

101.

This was the room number hanging on the door.

"101? Isn't this your resurrection place?" Tong Qian gave Ah Nan a surprised look.

Ah Nan's expression remained unchanged as he said: "Yes, but the room you need to go to is room 102, that's the place where information is recorded."

"No rush, let's go to room 101 first, I want to know what kind of supernatural power can make a person resurrect repeatedly." Yang Jian said as he headed towards room 101.

At this moment, Ah Nan seemed a bit nervous; he quickly moved to block Yang Jian: "No, you can't enter this room."

However, just as he spoke, Yang Jian suddenly grabbed his throat, lifting him and slamming him heavily against the adjacent wall.

"You..." Ah Nan's eyes widened, not expecting Yang Jian to act suddenly.

"You're lying to me."

Yang Jian squinted his eyes: "Room 101 is not the place you resurrect."

"I'm not lying to you; I just don't want you to mess around and make me lose my ability to resurrect." Ah Nan said.

Yang Jian said coldly: "Really? Then if I kill you now, will you come out of that room 101 again? If you do, then you're right, but if you don't resurrect in this room after I kill you, then I'm right."

With that, his hand applied force again.

Ah Nan felt his neck being crushed, and he could even hear the sound of his bones breaking bit by bit.

Even so, he tightly held the dead man's head in his hand, with no intention of letting go.

But Yang Jian's determination remained firm, the cold dark ghost hand continued to exert force, and was on the verge of snapping his neck.

Beside them, Li Yang and Tong Qian watched coldly, having no intention of intervening.

Ah Nan sensed that some of his intentions might have been discovered, and gritting his teeth, he said: "Yang Jian, you're right, room 101 is indeed not where I resurrect. I resurrect in room 701; this time, I'm telling the truth. Room 101 is Xiang Lan's resurrection room."

"You deliberately switched the information between your and Xiang Lan's resurrection rooms?" Yang Jian seemed unsurprised: "Why?"

"If I said my room was in 701, would you still risk entering here, looking for the room where information is recorded? Room 701 is too deep, not worth the risk, but room 101 is different. Its location is not far; you might be tempted to break in here, seeking the information recording room."

Ah Nan continued: "My purpose was to follow you to room 101."

"What's your purpose? Whether it's your resurrection room or someone else's, it doesn't matter to you now, since you are alive and don't need to resurrect." Li Yang came over and questioned.

"Because Xiang Lan is dead, she didn't resurrect. I need to come back to see what happened in this room, why Xiang Lan, who was supposed to resurrect, didn't this time. I need to find out the reason and bring her back to life again."

After saying that, Ah Nan looked at Yang Jian again: "This time I am telling the truth."

"You could have just said Xiang Lan's resurrection spot," Tong Qian said: "No need for deception."

"I know Xiang Lan's resurrection spot, but I don't know where she recorded the information," Ah Nan paused to say: "Since you are here for the information, without telling the location, you wouldn't have come to room 101."

Yang Jian said coldly: "You've had contact with Xiang Lan; wouldn't she have told you the location?"

"She didn't say; Xiang Lan chose to hide where she recorded her information." Ah Nan said.

Li Yang said: "So does that mean we came here for nothing?"

"Not really. The room where the information is recorded must be very close to the resurrection room, maybe it's room 102 or 99," Tong Qian said.

"Not necessarily, not everyone records their information following that rule. For example, Wang Genquan before was an exception," Yang Jian said.

Li Yang looked around: "So, can we only try and search the surroundings?"

"If Xiang Lan is resurrected alive, although she lost her memory, her past memories remain, so she knows her own preferences and habits, making it likely to deduce where she recorded her information," Ah Nan added.

"You're really risking everything to resurrect Xiang Lan, daring to use us as pawns," Li Yang stared at him closely.

Ah Nan said: "I must resurrect her because the most critical piece of information I recorded is that Xiang Lan must survive. There is surely an irresistible reason here."

"Yang Jian, what now? Kill him or choose to resurrect Xiang Lan?" Tong Qian glanced over.

"Kill."

Yang Jian's ghost hand suddenly exerted force, breaking Ah Nan's neck.

Then, while he was still not dead, the ghost shadow invaded, directly attempting to steal Ah Nan's memory.

Ah Nan's eyes widened, seemingly not expecting Yang Jian to be so decisive, but there was a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes, with no regret in his heart for doing this.