Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1340 - 1307: The Sudden Car Accident

Yang Jian and the Ghost Child acted separately, one went to erase the memories of acquaintances, and the other took advantage of this safe time to grow.

Time flew by, and Yang Jian's actions were also urgent.

He traversed the city, running back and forth, not only erasing the memories of acquaintances but also helping Wang Shanshan erase her acquaintances' memories. As the number of acquaintances in this world diminished, the changes before Yang Jian's eyes became increasingly apparent.

He saw the entire world become increasingly illusionary, and even the faces of living people in his view began to blur gradually.

"I can feel the boundary is almost reached. As long as I erase some more acquaintances' memories, the restraints of this world on me will become negligible, and then I can detach from here."

Yang Jian thought to himself, at this moment having arrived in a city, as the Ghost Domain covered, he continued searching for so-called acquaintances.

But while he was acting, Old Qin at headquarters was also in action.

A supernatural bus was driving on the road at this moment, but the roadsides were not the familiar city buildings, but a dim and strange place, clearly an incomprehensible supernatural domain only traversable by the supernatural bus.

The bus never stopped at any station along the way, although its speed wasn't fast, it could cross between two places in an incredible manner.

Distance seemed to be rewritten by the supernatural at this moment.

Soon.

The bus stopped; this was the first stop, but there was no station, just stopped in a narrow alley of an old district. The alley was clearly narrow, but the bus squeezed in unreasonably.

Old Qin said nothing, he just opened the bus door, honking the horn.

"Toot! Toot!"

The muffled, hoarse sound of the horn blared intermittently, seeming ready to fade at any moment.

After doing these things, Old Qin remained silent, just sitting quietly in the driver's seat waiting.

However, not long after, an old lady with a face full of wrinkles, slightly hunched over and looking lifeless, walked out slowly with a basket from the corridor of an old residential building.

The old lady lifted her eyelids slightly to glance in the direction of the driver's seat, showed a trace of abnormal color, but quickly boarded through the side door, finding a seat inside the bus cabin.

Seeing the passenger boarding, Old Qin drove the bus forward again, soon passing through the wall ahead, disappearing from reality, entering an inexplicable eerie domain.

"I thought you'd never drive again. Why did you honk this time, is there something going on?"

The basket-holding old lady, though old and embodying death, spoke warmly and gently, evoking a sudden sense of goodwill.

"A very formidable young person has emerged, I can't handle it alone, need your assistance." Old Qin said while driving.

The old lady slightly lifted her eyelids: "I'm on the brink of death, don't want to deal with too many things, besides if the young person is formidable, isn't it a good thing? But someone even you can't handle, that is indeed strange."

After saying this, she fell silent for a while, then continued: "This is the last time, no next time."

"Rest assured, there won't be a next time." Old Qin replied without looking back.

The old lady spoke no more, just closed her eyes and began resting against the chair.

The bus continued along a bizarre road, heading towards the next stop.

The seemingly long road didn't actually take long to travel, soon the surrounding scenery was no longer an inner city, but arriving at a suburb, dim even at midday, where old graves lay in the distance under the dim sky.

These old graves were numerous, connected into a gigantic cemetery.

The bus continued driving along the cemetery, shortly stopping before a wooden cabin.

This inconspicuous wooden cabin stood within the cemetery, easily overlooked if not carefully observed. Yet Old Qin parked opposite the wooden cabin accurately.

An old, nearly decaying wooden house situated in this eerie cemetery, no living person could possibly dwell here.

Nonetheless, Old Qin, as before, honked again.

The horn of the old supernatural bus echoed within this peculiar cemetery.

Soon.

"Creak!"

An old wooden door creak sounded, from within the cabin emerged a person, an elderly man, cold, eerie, exuding a decaying aura as if ready to die at any moment.

This old man paused briefly before the wooden door, looked at the bus with pitch-black pupil-less eyes, seemingly scrutinizing.

Moments later, the elderly man from the cabin ultimately left the cabin, boarding the bus.

"Haven't sat on this bus in ages, we old things shouldn't meet, who's to say who'll hold out or die first."

The old man from the cemetery glanced around, then sat down.

The basket-holding old lady said: "Recently, the supernatural circle had a remarkable young person causing quite a stir, even Xiao Qin can't manage, so we had to gather us old folks."

"Oh, that's the reason." The cemetery elder showed a slight change of expression.

The old lady continued: "Make the trip, won't take much time, after it's over will send you back, won't delay anything."

"That's not the issue, just heading out hastily without preparation." The cemetery elder looked out the window.

Following his gaze, next to the cemetery cabin stood an old shovel, also a rusty coffin nail stuck in the wooden post by the cemetery entrance.

"No matter, with you all, success is assured, but I don't want any unexpected twists occurring, so let's go to the next stop."

Old Qin responded, then continued driving the bus forward.

Inside the bus cabin, the two elders remained silent, just sitting, quietly waiting.

At this moment, Yang Jian absolutely didn't expect that Old Qin would actually drive the supernatural bus to pull out the ghost tamers from the Republic of China Period who were on the verge of dying, all to deal with him.

The old lady from Room 301, Meng Xiaodong.

The sexton Luo Qian.

But that's not all; Old Qin is even going to find the next one.

However, at this moment in time, the ghost tamer guarding the Caesar Hotel called Li Qingzhi is most likely dead, so he probably won't come.

But the few remaining people are still of considerable weight.

The old man from the ancient residence, Zhang Dong.

Luo Wensong from the Ghost Post Office.

And the pharmacy owner who is still alive three years later...

If these top figures from the Republic of China Period meet before their deaths and join forces, it will be incredibly terrifying.

And if this is a second wave of attack, at this moment, even with a pair of ghost eyes and two Coffin Nails, Yang Jian doesn't think he can handle it.

Indeed.

After successfully blocking the first wave of attack, the backlash from this world is desperate and suffocating.

Time slowly passes.

Yang Jian didn't waste time; he found his mother, Zhang Fen, in this city.

Zhang Fen is still working hard, earning money to raise Yang Jian, who is currently in school, as a single mother.

Yang Jian, who has no hesitation dealing with anyone, hesitated for a moment this time.

But in the end, he still made a move.

Memory erasure.

Everything about Yang Jian disappeared from Zhang Fen's memory.

She was the most familiar person to him, imposing the greatest constraints on Yang Jian in this world, even surpassing the constraints from a dozen other familiar people.

With Zhang Fen's memory erased, Yang Jian felt he could now attempt to use his supernatural powers to leave this world.

He checked the time.

It's half-past two.

"Not bad, it looks like I've completed my goal ahead of schedule. The only remaining acquaintance imposing the greatest constraint on me should be my father..."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, tallying up and discovering that Yang Xiaotian hiding in the Ghost Dream World still remembered him.

And he was the hardest to erase the memory of.

The only way is to enter the Ghost Dream World and kill him.

But it's not necessary.

Yang Jian felt that this step was enough, and the remaining people don't need to be dealt with, as this world has little restraint over him now.

"Prepare to contact Wang Shanshan to see how things are on her side. If everything goes smoothly, it's best to leave here before the second wave of attacks arrives to avoid unnecessary danger and trouble." Yang Jian immediately got up, intending to leave the city.

Just as he was walking down the road, preparing to use the Ghost Domain to leave.

Suddenly.

Two dim lights lit up from the side, followed by the eerie sound of honking; a dilapidated bus appeared out of nowhere, heading straight for Yang Jian.

What was unfathomable was that Yang Jian's Ghost Domain couldn't stop this bus at all; the Ghost Domain was instantly torn apart.

"Bang!"

Such a sudden situation caught Yang Jian off guard; he suffered a traffic accident and was knocked out by the bus.

After hitting Yang Jian, the old bus was now slanted, unmoving on the sidewalk.

Obviously, the driver of this bus was coming straight for Yang Jian; someone wanted to drive and hit him to death.

Yang Jian lay motionless on the ground, seemingly dead.

But then.

The bus engine died, the headlights went off, and then the door opened. An elderly man covered in age spots slowly stepped down the bus with a cane.

"Don't lie on the ground pretending to be dead; this little trick can't deceive me, old man." Old Qin took a glance but didn't come closer, instead speaking slowly.

"It truly hurts, old thing. Was it this thing that hit my father, causing his death?" Yang Jian struggled to get up slowly from the ground.

He realized at this moment.

The second wave of attack targeting him in this world had arrived.

Indeed, it was on a different level compared to the previous attacks; just its appearance was enough to be fatal.

Fortunately, he could restart.