Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1316 - 1283: Familiar Clothes

The night in Baishui Town was filled with continuous rain.

Near the dimly lit street, colorful neon lights flickered, and on the silent road, groups of people walked in the rain with their heads down. In the deep sewers, bloodshot eyes were peering at the approaching living, everything seemed so eerie, giving a sense of fear, making one eager to escape from here.

However, having arrived at a paranormal place, how could one leave here so easily.

Yang Jian and Liu Qi were walking on the dim street, observing the abnormalities around them.

This had already become a Ghost Town.

Any danger could appear. Fortunately, they were ghost handlers with the ability to combat the paranormal; otherwise, ordinary people would find it challenging to survive here.

Passing by a roadside shop with a flickering neon sign, Yang Jian glanced slightly.

"Inn Lodging."

The neon sign displayed these four characters. The inn's door was open, and at the entrance, there was a bar counter. Behind the counter stood a person, a woman with wet hair as if she had just been rained on. Her skin was ashen, resembling a corpse standing still.

Yang Jian's gaze seemed to catch the woman's attention.

Suddenly.

The woman abruptly turned her head to look at Yang Jian.

At this moment, it was clear to see. The other half of her face seemed to be melting, with flesh dropping down bit by bit. Her empty eyes had no life, but the corners of her mouth revealed a slight smile.

The expression on her entire face seemed predetermined, appearing bizarre and terrifying.

"A fierce ghost?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly but he just passed by without entering the inn.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sign inside the inn.

Lodging three yuan.

Three yuan?

Yang Jian immediately thought of Ghost Money, as only Ghost Money had a three-yuan denomination.

"This is a ghost inn, does anyone dare to stay here?" Liu Qi couldn't help but shiver.

Yang Jian said, "Maybe the ghost inn is very safe, but if we want to stay, we need to spend money. We don't have money on us now, so let's not mess around."

Both quickly walked past, unwilling to linger at the entrance of this ghost inn.

They still needed to find Wang Shanshan, so they couldn't waste time exploring dangerous places. For some of the discovered fierce ghosts, they could only choose to ignore them, given that there were too many paranormal occurrences here; dealing with them all was impossible.

Continuing to move forward.

More neon lights flickered.

The neon sign read three characters: Noodle Shop.

The noodle shop was not large, with only seven tables inside. Each table was set with a pair of faded bowls and chopsticks, as if exposed to the sun and wind on a grave, appearing somewhat pale. In front of the tables was an old long bench, painted in black oil, which reminded people of the black paint on coffins.

The noodle shop's kitchen was shrouded in darkness, but vaguely there came the sound of a cleaver chopping on a chopping board.

The sound was dull and rhythmic.

"This is not a normal shop either," Yang Jian thought to himself.

He and Liu Qi continued walking forward, not only paying attention to roadside shops but also observing the people in the middle of the street, who, with their heads down in the rain, wandered around like living dead.

Unfortunately, these faces were unfamiliar, and Wang Shanshan was not among them.

No choice.

Yang Jian and Liu Qi could only continue searching.

They passed by another place with a flickering neon sign. This neon sign had the words Clothing Store on it.

Initially, Yang Jian did not intend to pay much attention to these eerie shops.

However, a piece of clothing hanging on a wooden rack in the clothing store caught Yang Jian's attention.

It was an old-style black shroud stained with some kind of filth. Although it hung on the wooden rack, it moved as if alive, as if it wanted to shake off the rack's restraint and leave the clothing store.

"Is that... the Ghost Shroud from the Ghost Child?"

Yang Jian abruptly stopped, staring intently at that piece of clothing.

Aside from the three confirmed Coffin Nails, there almost existed no two identical paranormal items in the realm of the supernatural, especially something like the Ghost Shroud. Since his contact with the paranormal, he had only seen one. Although there were other clothing-type supernatural items, like Sister Hong's red cheongsam, He Yuelian's Ghost Bride's Dress, and He Yiner's old jacket.

But the black shroud was a singular occurrence.

"There's no mistake, I've dealt with the Ghost Shroud for some time. Even if there are similarities, it's impossible for the filth to be identical. This definitely is the very one from the Ghost Child."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered: "What exactly happened, for the Ghost Shroud to leave the Ghost Child and appear here? Could it be that the Ghost Child is dead?"

The Ghost Child, although a supernatural product, was not a true ghost and could potentially die.

Back then, he was worried the Ghost Child might be killed by a ghost, which is why he let the Ghost Child wear the Ghost Shroud.

Liu Qi found Yang Jian stopped and followed his gaze.

When he saw the Ghost Shroud inside the clothing store, he froze for a moment: "Isn't that the Ghost Shroud? It used to be on Jang Shangbai from our circle of friends. After he died, this supernatural item should have been with you, Yang Jian. How did it appear here?"

Liu Qi hadn't seen the Ghost Child, so he didn't know the subsequent matters concerning the Ghost Shroud.

Yang Jian didn't speak, merely with frigid eyes, he strode towards the clothing store: "I need to retrieve the Ghost Shroud. Wait outside, this is my matter, don't get involved."

"Alright, Yang Jian, be careful. If anything happens outside, I'll let you know immediately," Liu Qi said.

Yang Jian nodded, and strode into the clothing store.

As soon as he entered.

The clothing store's door creaked as it slowly closed.

Inside the small shop, there wasn't just the Ghost Shroud. Yang Jian also saw other clothing, including old suits, grayish-white long gowns, and green robes... each piece was not ordinary, with lingering supernatural presence. Yang Jian couldn't be sure if these clothes were supernatural items.

However, Yang Jian, without saying a word, walked towards the Ghost Shroud, intending to take it away.

But just as he reached out and touched the Ghost Shroud,

a stiff voice suddenly echoed inside the clothing store: "Buy one, only seventeen dollars."

Seventeen bucks.

That's the same price as a coffin on Ghost Street in Taiping Ancient Town, very expensive.

"Buy one, it's very cheap..." A stiff voice echoed again.

"No money, I'll take this piece of clothing."

Yang Jian ignored the voice, and with a strong pull, his charred ghost hand snatched it away.

The Ghost Shroud was forcibly taken off the wooden rack by him.

As soon as the clothing was in his hand, it began to supernaturally revive, sticking to his arm and merging with his flesh, as if trying to possess Yang Jian, making him the next host of the Ghost Shroud.

Even though the charred Ghost Hand had the power to suppress a ghost, it couldn't completely restrain the Ghost Shroud.

But this was normal; Yang Jian had attempted to suppress the Ghost Shroud before.

To make this clothing completely calm down, it required the capacity to suppress three ghosts.

Yang Jian didn't worry about it for now, allowing the Ghost Shroud to cling to his arm.

After acquiring the Ghost Shroud, he didn't linger and intended to leave the clothing store immediately.

The act of forced buying and selling seemed inapplicable in this clothing store.

In the next moment.

A piercing scream erupted within the store, like the wailing of the dying, or the long howl of a corpse. The sound was indescribable yet conveyed a sense of danger and horror.

As the scream echoed, the walls of the clothing store began to crumble, revealing a corpse outline matching the color of the walls.

The corpse thudded to the ground, emitting a cracking noise as the bones twisted.

In just a moment.

A ghost, smeared with cement and sealed for a long time, was resurrected, all because Yang Jian took clothes without paying.

The apparition caused the neon signs outside to instantly extinguish.

The store doors, tightly shut, now barred Yang Jian's exit.

At this moment.

The ghost twisted its rigid body, moving toward Yang Jian in a clumsy manner, clearly intent on attacking him.

Yet before the ghost could approach.

Yang Jian, preparing to leave, suddenly stopped, turned his head, and a ghost eye opened. The dimly lit store was flooded with light, tinged with crimson.

The ghost before him froze and couldn't move.

Then.

A cracked spear was raised high, and the side that belonged to the Firewood Knife unhesitatingly fell.

In an instant.

The ghost's body was sliced in half, and a sticky, foul-smelling blood flowed everywhere, the grotesque corpse fell to the ground, immediately losing all movement.

The suspension of the Sixth Layer Ghost Domain paired with the attack of the Firewood Knife, once effective, could instantly dismember even the most terrifying ghost.

Yang Jian would either not act, or act without holding back.

However, even after the ghost was dismembered, the supernatural presence in the clothing store didn't disappear.

The door remained locked, and the neon lights outside remained off.

"Is there still a ghost?" Yang Jian observed every movement inside the store.

Then, he saw the bizarre style clothing beginning to bulge, with cold arms emerging from the empty sleeves, as if someone was appearing inside the clothes, trying to wear them again.

However, as Yang Jian's ghost eyes scanned, threads of pale green Ghost Flame flickered, appearing in corners all over the store. In just a blink, the Ghost Flame erupted fully.

The firelight filled the entire clothing store, as if to burn it down, engulfing the eerie clothes.

Even the dismembered corpse on the floor was ignited by such intense Ghost Flame, turning into fuel to intensify the burning.

With such burning.

The cold arms extending from the clothing quickly retracted, and the bulging clothes deflated again.

The supernatural was dissipating.

"Creak!"

Not only was the supernatural fading, but the tightly shut door of the clothing store was also slowly opening now.

With an expressionless face, Yang Jian stepped on the blazing flames and turned to leave.

Clearly.

This time, in the confrontation with the ghost, he was the winner.

The ghosts of the clothing store couldn't detain the current Yang Jian, who had the right to force buy-and-sell.

No wonder the old man at the medicine shop suggested to Yang Jian to rob the Coffin Shop.

However, Yang Jian was also restrained and did not covet other clothes; he wasn't greedy for supernatural items, especially unknown supernatural items.

Yet when he reappeared outside the clothing store, he suddenly discovered that Liu Qi, who had been waiting for him outside, vanished...

Yang Jian furrowed his brow, his ghost eye scanning around, soon locating Liu Qi.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, Liu Qi was standing amidst the crowd in the middle of the road, appearing somewhat dazed, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.

"Liu Qi, come back, don't stay there, a ghost has mingled into that crowd, it's very dangerous." Yang Jian sternly called out.

Liu Qi heard Yang Jian's words, turned his head in disbelief, and said, "Yang Jian, I just saw my grandparents in this crowd."

"That's impossible, you're hallucinating." Yang Jian immediately denied.

Liu Qi previously mentioned he had already buried his grandparents together, and they've been buried for a long time, so there's no way they could be here.

"It's true, I'm not mistaken, and it's not a hallucination." Liu Qi was adamant, though he found it hard to believe himself.