Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1296: Chapter 1263: Stubborn as a Dead Duck

"It seems like your plan is still in the implementation stage and hasn’t been fully completed. In that case, I can announce that your plan is over."

In the Ghost Domain, Yang Jian walked out from the flames.

He once again observed the situation around him.

The crucial point was the woman in the red wedding dress. Although her head was covered with a red cloth, making it impossible to see her face, if guessed correctly, she should be He Yuelian, whom Zhang Xiangguang took away from the Ghost Post Office earlier.

And the cold, indistinct red female figure beside her was undoubtedly the evil ghost from the World of Ghost Drawing.

At this moment, He Yuelian was holding hands with the evil ghost, both frozen, standing still, not knowing what kind of supernatural impulse was happening secretly.

But the current result is good.

Because Zhang Xiangguang did not succeed.

"Including Yang Jian, a total of four captains came here, meaning the action over there sacrificed four people? This result is way off from what was expected, especially since the most important person, Yang Jian, not only didn’t die but seems to have harnessed a new supernatural power... This fire is cold yet scorching, targeting ghost wielders—it must be the Ghost Flame from Li Jun."

Nie Yingping’s face was particularly grave; he was no longer as arrogant as before.

With four captains standing before him, if a fight broke out, he would definitely be the one to die; winning was impossible.

"Has the plan really failed?" Nie Yingping felt a sense of powerlessness and unwillingness.

He still wanted to fight, but Du Hong and Zhang Ying were dead, Zhang Xiangguang, although a manager at the post office, didn’t have much supernatural power himself and has been subdued by that nightmare Yang Xiao. He is still asleep, not knowing when he might wake up.

The only person with the ability to act was him.

But Nie Yingping was facing Sun Rui plus a dozen souls, Yang Jian, and the remaining three captains.

This... how could he possibly manage this?

"Didn’t you talk a lot just now? Why aren’t you saying anything now, are you scared?"

Yang Jian looked at Nie Yingping and calmly said.

But beneath this calm tone, there was a hidden murderous intent.

"Scared?"

Nie Yingping snorted coldly, "Having dealt with supernatural forces for so long and survived to today, do you think I’m scared? It’s just that the plan had flaws, allowing you captains to survive; otherwise, I would have won this battle."

As he spoke, he slowly retreated.

The cold and charred ghost hands covering him were freezing, weakening the supernatural power. He shook slightly, and the eerie hands detached from his body and were shaken off.

Just one Ghost Hand couldn’t suppress him.

"Your tattoo is nice. I once knew a friend with an evil ghost tattoo, but unfortunately, he didn’t survive. Looks like you’re luckier, having found a way to balance supernatural forces."

Yang Jian noticed the evil ghost tattoo on his skin.

No doubt.

It was the same as the one on Zhang Han before. Although the ghost designs were different, it clearly came from the same place.

The place should be the Terrifying Tattoo Parlor.

However, Yang Jian didn’t know the actual location of the Terrifying Tattoo Parlor and hadn’t deliberately searched for it, and with Zhang Han’s death, he didn’t care about it anymore.

"What, are you interested in that ghostly place too? But I won’t tell you; just give up."

Nie Yingping glanced at his tattoo, knowing Yang Jian wanted to inquire.

Yang Jian said, "Since you say so, I won’t ask further. Let me send you off then."

His Ghost Eye was restlessly spinning.

Inside the Ghost Domain, flames filled the space, igniting everything, yet only Nie Yingping was affected; others weren’t.

With Yang Jian’s control over the Ghost Domain, he could completely separate people and supernatural forces, avoiding mutual interference.

The enveloping flames made Nie Yingping feel a burning pain, and this sensation wasn’t on the skin surface but inside his body, as if his organs were about to ignite.

Know that this is with him resisting using supernatural powers; without them, he would have been burned alive by now.

"If this drags on, I’ll surely die. A desperate fight might still offer a chance. Though Yang Jian survived, he must have suffered losses; at least, I haven’t seen the Coffin Nail in his hand or the Evil Hound always with him. If I fight to the death here, disrupting his supernatural powers, there might be a turnaround."

Nie Yingping’s eyes flickered, such a thought appearing in his mind.

At this point, there’s no other path but to continue fighting.

"Take action."

He decisively firmed up a thought as it appeared in his mind, Nie Yingping clenched his fists, planning to rely on the old Pellet Drum to interfere with everyone around him and then determine victory or defeat in one strike.

But at that moment.

As Nie Yingping clenched his palm, he found he had grasped nothing.

Then he saw that the person behind Yang Jian was actually playing with the Pellet Drum he held just now.

"This Pellet Drum is quite nice, a rare thing I’ve never seen before. Not sure what supernatural power it has; I’ll study it carefully later."

Zhou Deng was smiling, repeatedly inspecting and playing with the Pellet Drum in his hand, entirely ignoring Nie Yingping’s murderous gaze.

"You stole someone else’s item again," He Yiner glanced and said.

Zhou Deng immediately retorted, "How can this be called stealing? I openly grabbed the weapon from the enemy. He was always on guard just now; I didn’t play any dirty tricks."

"Damn guy."

Nie Yingping was furious at this moment, wishing to cut Zhou Deng into pieces.

Without this supernatural weapon, he had no means of fighting for his life, intending to act just now, and the next moment he saw endless flames rushing toward him.

His pupils suddenly shrank, the whole world was void, only a sinister sea of fire remained.

"Damn it..."

Nie Yingping let out a roar of defiance.

He didn’t even get a chance to act before his whole being was engulfed by flames. Though he struggled and fought under the Ghost Flame, it was futile. The flame carried with it the supernatural power of a furnace, igniting his flesh and fueling itself with his bones and the supernatural energy inside his body, burning crazily. Unless he abandoned his body, the flames would not extinguish.

Of course, if he could escape Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain now and break free from the ghost painting, he might have a slim chance of survival.

But Nie Yingping couldn’t do it. His Ghost Domain was inferior to Yang Jian’s, and unable to escape the Ghost Domain meant being unable to get rid of this sea of fire; he could only endure the scorching.

This was the quality change now produced by Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain.

"Truly a tenacious fellow."

Yang Jian squinted, watching Nie Yingping’s struggling form amidst the flames.

In a short time, this guy hadn’t died from the fire yet; he’s still bouncing in the flames, his vitality remarkably resilient.

Yet this also indirectly indicated that Nie Yingping was indeed a master; it’s just a pity he encountered someone like Yang Jian. If such a person were willing to join the headquarters, he’d most likely be a Captain Level figure.

"Is this over already? I wanted to take action."

Zhou Deng widened his eyes, watching Nie Yingping being swallowed by the sea of fire, feeling a sudden pang of regret.

He had wanted to snatch something back, but now he had no chance to act.

"They had already lost, this Nie Yingping was merely in his death throes; one person against so many of us, loss was inevitable." Lu Zhiwen said slowly.

"Yang Jian, you arrived right on time, we almost lost."

Sun Rui let out a huge sigh of relief, limping over.

Yang Jian said, "I’m considered late. We were held up by another Zhang Xiangguang for too long, otherwise, He Yuelian wouldn’t even have had the chance to link hands with the ghost painting. Now Zhang Xiangguang’s teammates are all dead, but the hidden dangers he left behind still exist, this matter hasn’t totally ended yet."

"But this is a very good outcome already." Sun Rui said.

At this moment, Yang Xiao suddenly said, "Zhang Xiangguang is about to break free from the nightmare world soon. As a manager of the Post Office, he couldn’t be killed easily within the nightmare, so he found a way to crack the nightmare."

"I’m familiar with the supernatural of Ghost Dream, although him breaking free is reasonable, now, I’m afraid he’ll regret waking up." Yang Jian said.

Being pulled into a nightmare doesn’t necessarily mean a dead end, as long as the evil ghost within the dream is killed, one can end the nightmare of that day.

Of course, it will only end for a day.

The nightmare will continue the next day.

Repeating, until the person in the nightmare dies, only then will this end.

Indeed.

Just as Yang Xiao said.

Zhang Xiangguang, who was in deep sleep, opened his eyes and woke up.

He succeeded.

He defeated the evil ghost in the nightmare and broke free.

However, when Zhang Xiangguang opened his eyes, he was stunned.

He was surrounded by flames; the entire world was no longer grey but a golden hue, surrounded by Yang Xiao and dozens of spirits, and the fourth manager, Sun Rui, as well as several impossible presences...Yang Jian, He Yiner, Zhou Deng, Lu Zhiwen.

And his teammates who were just there, Du Hong, Zhang Ying, Nie Yingping, were nowhere to be seen.

The result was obvious.

"Is such a grand array necessary to welcome me?"

Zhang Xiangguang quickly regained his composure, a bitter smile curling on his lips.

He understood.

Now only he was left, all like-minded teammates around him were dead, while the other side still had captains surviving.

"You fought against the headquarters and against the top forces in the domestic supernatural circles single-handedly, it’s not undeserved to lose." Lu Zhiwen said.

"Lose?"

Zhang Xiangguang glanced at everyone: "I haven’t yet said I’ve lost."

"Do you think, in this situation, you still have a chance to turn things around?" Yang Jian stared at him.

"Sometimes failure is part of the plan, I never expected the action to go smoothly from the start." Zhang Xiangguang said.

Zhou Deng swore angrily: "Aren’t you just being stubborn like a dying duck? A loss is a loss, enough with the crap."

Zhang Xiangguang chuckled: "Whether I’m winning or losing depends on the situation over there."

Saying it, he looked over to where He Yuelian was, holding hands with the vicious ghost within the ghost painting.

"Will the ghost painting erode He Yuelian, causing the complete resurrection of the evil ghost, or will He Yuelian control the ghost painting and become a unique ghost rider? I find this worth anticipating."

"Even if He Yuelian succeeds in controlling the ghost painting, it has nothing to do with you." Sun Rui said.

Zhang Xiangguang said: "That’s right, it’s unrelated to me. But how can you be sure, He Yuelian won’t proceed on the path I arranged? Ordinary people are easily influenced by the supernatural."

"I’m not that fixated on who controls The World of Ghost Drawing."

"I see." Yang Xiao understood Zhang Xiangguang’s thinking.

His own failure didn’t matter as long as the plan succeeded; He Yuelian was apparently not just a pawn, but a contingency.

"Let’s kill He Yuelian now." He Yiner said coldly.

Yang Jian frowned, raising his hand to stop him.

"What are you doing?" He Yiner asked.

Zhang Xiangguang said, "Too late, the supernatural conflict has already begun now. If you kill He Yuelian at this point, it’ll mean the ghost painting incident will spiral out of control, then the danger will surpass He Yuelian becoming a ghost rider."

"After all, the ghost painting already affects enough of an area; losing control now equates to the death of countless people."