Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1600 - 1563: Calling the True Name

He Feng was panting heavily at this moment, sprinting at full speed from the back gate of the residential complex, finally stopping by a nearby road.

He gasped for breath, then hurriedly stood in the middle of the road trying to hail a taxi, hoping for a kind-hearted driver to take him to Liu Xiaoyu's place.

However, passing cars saw He Feng covered in blood, holding a red axe, and dared not stop. They thought they were encountering some perverse murderer, so they hit the gas pedal without hesitation, some even considering whether to call the police.

"Stop, stop." He Feng didn't give up, still waving his hands trying to hail a taxi.

But after several minutes had passed, he still hadn't gotten into a vehicle.

This frustrated him immensely.

With no choice left, he could only run toward the city center while attempting to get a taxi.

Fortunately, there was a car that slowed down and approached him.

The window rolled down, the driver was a man approximately in his thirties. He greeted, "Hey, buddy, need help?"

He Feng heard this and quickly said, "There's a life at stake. I have something vitally urgent to handle in the city center, could you take me there? I'll pay any amount, just name it."

"Hop in, I won't charge you." The man immediately stopped the car and opened the door.

"Thank you." He Feng got in the car, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for what, hold on tight." The man stepped on the gas, and the speed of the car surged instantly.

This seemingly ordinary car burst out with unimaginable speed.

"Don't get me wrong, this axe isn't for harming people, it's just for precaution." He Feng hurriedly explained to prevent any misunderstanding.

The man laughed, "Relax, I won't ask questions. My grandpa was once a driver in Dachang City, he used to say, when driving, if you encounter someone who looks odd, don't pretend you didn't see them, try to help whenever you can. But in all the years I've been driving, I haven't encountered anything strange, today is the first."

"With an axe in hand and bleeding, no driver passing by would dare give you a ride, I was just struck by a sudden impulse to remember my grandpa's words."

The man was skilled at driving, maintaining this pace comfortably while chatting with He Feng.

"What's your grandpa's surname? Is he still in good health? I'm He Feng, a reporter." He Feng asked.

"My grandpa's surname is Wang, he passed away quite a few years ago. He loved cars all his life, worked as a driver, but unfortunately never got to race before he died. He was warm-hearted too, often helping out and driving many interesting passengers. See that river over there? Once, my grandpa, driving fast to help a passenger, ended up in it, luckily everything turned out okay, otherwise, I wouldn't be here."

He couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

This city held many memories for the driver, who drove through it recounting tales of the past.

"What's happening now is truly crucial, you might not believe it, but in the Guanjiang Residential Complex you just passed, there's a haunting, many people died. I must urgently reach the city center to find a name and awaken that person; only then can we combat the ghost in the complex."

"If there's any delay, not only will I die, but everyone in that complex will too, and perhaps the whole of Dachang City could be at risk."

He Feng couldn't help but tell the driver what happened seeing his enthusiasm, "Although it sounds far-fetched, you might not believe me, what I'm saying is true. You can treat me like a madman, but please, ensure I reach there; I'm running out of time."

"Haunting? That's serious."

The driver froze for a moment, then immediately gripped the steering wheel with both hands, "Buckle up, hold on tight, I'm running through red lights, give me five minutes, I'll definitely get you there."

The car, already fast, accelerated further.

Without a hint of hesitation, the driver ran through red lights.

"Be careful, it's okay to go slower, just don't let anything happen." He Feng hastily reminded.

"For something this critical, there's no room for delay." The driver spoke earnestly.

He Feng looked at the man incredulously; does he believe the haunting at Guanjiang Residential Complex?

Impossible.

He merely mentioned it casually, normal people wouldn't believe him.

Unless... there were hauntings here before.

As the vehicle sped along, outside fog began to drift mysteriously and grew thicker, eventually obscuring vision. This made the skilled driver cautious, forcing him to reduce the speed.

"What's going on, why is there suddenly such a thick fog?" The driver was perplexed.

Having lived in Dachang City for years, he'd never seen such eerie weather.

The thick fog gave He Feng an odd feeling that something was amiss, reminding him of those seven red coffins at Guanjiang Residential Complex, one of them previously opened by workers, but was empty, with nothing inside.

Maybe, the first coffin wasn't truly empty; whatever was inside had already left.

"Damn."

Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes abruptly, halting the vehicle sharply.

Ahead, a car was parked in the middle of the road with lights flashing, almost causing a rear collision.

"It's fine, no crash. With the fog so thick, it looks like we need to take a different route. Don't worry, I'll get you there safely."

At once, the driver changed direction and continued moving forward.

Indeed.

After turning, the fog wasn't as dense here, but vision remained impaired.

He Feng remained silent, nervously lighting the golden oil lamp, recalling what the mysterious woman named Wang Shanshan mentioned about lighting the lamp amidst eerie circumstances to avoid getting lost.

Although he wasn't sure if this counted as a strange phenomenon, He Feng decided to light the lamp just in case, lest something unexpected happened later and he regretted it.

The oil lamp lit up.

The dim, yellowish light spread out, enveloping the entire car, while also dispersing some of the dense fog nearby.

The driver noticed that his vision improved slightly, and once again increased the speed of the car.

However, after entering the city limits, the fog showed no sign of dissipating; on the contrary, due to the fog, many cars had stopped. These cars had either collided or stalled, but strangely, the entire way there hadn't been a single person in sight.

This was quite abnormal.

Even if drivers stopped their cars, they wouldn't stray far, and would linger near their vehicles.

As the car drove past one vehicle with its hazard lights flashing, He Feng looked over out of curiosity.

He saw that the car parked by the roadside was empty, its doors wide open, with some important belongings left on the passenger seat inside. It seemed that the driver of the car had left in a hurry, unable to even take their things.

"Could it be haunted?"

He Feng involuntarily swallowed, his hands and feet inexplicably becoming cold.

"Something feels off, normally it wouldn't be like this on a foggy day; I'm familiar with this road and it's impossible that there isn't a single person. Plus, there's no sound at all around, it feels like we're the only ones left in this city." Not only him, but the driver also spoke in a low voice, frowning.

He Feng said, "No matter what happens, we can't stop."

"Given the situation outside, I don't dare stop either." The driver wasn't foolish; the drivers of the parked cars had mysteriously disappeared.

He didn't dare gamble on whether he would also disappear if he stopped.

Therefore, he didn't think much at this moment, only increasing the speed as much as possible, hoping to quickly leave the foggy area.

Just as the vehicle had been driving for a while.

Suddenly.

A silhouette appeared in the middle of the road, shrouded in fog. The figure was somewhat blurry and its features couldn't be seen clearly, but there was no doubt it was indeed a person.

"This is bad." The driver was startled, attempting to brake but it was already too late.

Boom!

A loud crash as the figure standing in the road was hit and flew off.

"There's been an accident, I think I've hit someone."

The driver was now a bit flustered; he quickly pulled over to the side, instinctively wanting to get off to check.

He Feng grabbed him: "Don't get out."

"You can't just leave it after hitting someone, they could die." The driver said.

"Listen to me, don't get out, and don't stop. Keep driving, I feel something's very wrong here, we can't stay."

He Feng raised his voice again, gripping the driver tightly, stopping him from suddenly getting out.

The driver calmed down slightly, then said, "Then I'll make a call to report it. Otherwise, it counts as a hit-and-run and I'd go to jail."

But just as he picked up the phone, somehow the figure previously hit had suddenly stood in front of the car again. Furthermore, the fog grew thicker, making it impossible to see the person's features even when so close; only their exposed hands were vaguely visible.

Those hands revealed a deathly gray hue, stained with a lot of dirt, appearing eerie and unsettling.

"What the hell is that?"

The driver was scared by this scene and instinctively slammed on the accelerator.

But the car didn't respond as he imagined; instead, it lost control and showed no reaction.

"Is the car malfunctioning?" The driver tried pressing down a few more times, but the car remained motionless.

Now he understood why there were so many cars stalled on the roadside.

Facing the strange person blocking the car, the driver broke out in cold sweat, realizing he might have encountered a ghost.

"Brother, how far is it to the destination?"

He Feng couldn't wait any longer; with the car unable to start, he couldn't remain here.

"Not far, after passing the road ahead and taking a turn, you'll see the complex." The driver said anxiously, still trying to start the car.

He Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I'll get out and walk."

After speaking, he opened the car door, stepping out.

Outside, the fog drifted, and the air was filled with a peculiar, indescribable chill penetrating the bone, making one shiver inexplicably.

But He Feng ignored it, mustering his courage, wielding the crimson axe directly at the strange figure blocking the car.

With a single swing, the eerie figure fell to the ground, motionless. Even the surrounding fog dissipated quite a bit for a while.

He Feng was stunned for a moment, seemingly surprised he managed to achieve his goal so easily.

As the fog cleared, he saw clearly the person lying down—not even a person, it was a corpse just unearthed from a grave, exuding a putrid odor.

He Feng shuddered, immediately snapping out of it, then turned and ran forward without looking back.

As he ran, he didn't forget to remind, "Driver, take this opportunity to turn around and leave quickly, don't stay here."

It was strange indeed.

As the terrifying corpse fell, the driver's car unexpectedly returned to normal and could be started.

The driver dared not linger, quickly turned the car around, and sped away as fast as possible.

Now the mist had cleared for a moment, who knew if it would reappear later.

He Feng heard the sound of the car leaving behind him, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. After all, he didn't want a kind-hearted driver to be killed by a vengeful ghost without knowing why.

"Grandpa Zhang's ax is quite powerful, as long as it hits, even a terrifying ghost will become silent. But it seems unable to kill the ghost. After a while, the ghost will revive again. I must complete my task in this time frame. Otherwise, I might die in the mist next time."

At this moment, He Feng's mind was inexplicably clear. He recalled the scene where Grandpa Zhang dealt with the black hair, analyzing many things from it.

Soon.

He Feng, panting heavily, ran into an old residential area.

"This should be it." He began identifying the specific location, searching for the residence of Liu Xiaoyu.

However, the mist that had dissipated earlier reappeared again.

"How could it be so fast?" He Feng was terrified, and he couldn't help speeding up his actions.

"Where is it? Exactly which building is it? Damn, these old buildings don't even have any signs."

At this moment, his heart was anxious, like a headless fly buzzing around the complex, and what's more deadly, he discovered the oil lamp he was holding was showing signs of extinguishing.

The oil in the lamp was running low; he didn't know how long it could last.

If the lamp went out, He Feng suspected even more terrifying things might occur. He had to complete his task before the lamp burned out.

"No, it's not this building."

After entering one building, He Feng came out again. He had found the wrong place; it wasn't Liu Xiaoyu's residence.

There was no choice; he had to head to another building.

Although there were many buildings in the complex, he managed to roughly identify a direction after some screening.

"It should be one of those few ahead." He Feng thought to himself.

But at that moment, from the mist behind him, came the sound of heavy footsteps.

He Feng felt a chill down his spine and hurriedly quickened his pace.

As his pace quickened, the footsteps behind him also sped up.

He Feng gritted his teeth, suddenly stopped, and turned back with the ax raised, only to find nothing but thick mist behind him.

He had no choice but to continue forward.

The oil lamp in his hand continued to illuminate the way forward. Its dim light pierced through the mist, providing He Feng with a lot of visibility.

But just as He Feng entered the next building, the oil lamp burned out completely.

Without the lamp, He Feng finally felt the terror of the thick mist.

He couldn't see his hand in front of him or his feet below him. The view was a blinding white, like a blind man with useless eyes.

Luckily, he was indoors; otherwise, outside, he would have been lost by now with no chance of finding the right place.

He Feng dropped the oil lamp, not wanting it to become a burden. He felt the walls with one hand and carried the ax with the other, climbing the stairs.

Counting floor by floor, he prevented himself from getting the wrong one.

But those heavy footsteps started again behind him, as if someone was following him up the stairs.

He Feng felt his skin crawl, and he continued walking forward, suppressing his fear.

The footsteps were getting closer, and he felt he was about to be caught.

"Don't panic, don't panic. If I panic now, it's over for me. I still have a chance; if I can hit that thing with the ax again, I can buy some more time." He Feng kept calming himself down, cautioning against letting fear take over.

This wasn't a child's play; it was life and death. A single mistake could get him killed by the vengeful ghost behind him.

"Is this how people in the past dealt with vengeful ghosts?"

At this moment, He Feng finally understood how despairing it was to truly encounter a vengeful ghost.

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he reached the front door of an apartment on the tenth floor.

Looking at the number on the door, He Feng felt a bit of joy: "Found it, this is the place."

But the door was locked tight, and he couldn't get in.

He had no choice; he raised the ax and started chopping the door.

The door was being swiftly destroyed, but the footsteps behind were getting closer.

He Feng was standing on end, almost instinctively swung the ax behind him.

Through the mist, he felt he had hit something.

"Succeeded?"

He Feng heard the sound of something heavy tumbling down the stairs, and then the thick fog in the hallway started to gradually dissipate. Suddenly, he felt a sense of joy for narrowly escaping death.

But time waits for no one; there were still tasks left undone, so he needed to press on.

He continued to hack at the door in front of him, again and again.

Soon, the door was broken down.

He Feng quickly stepped into the room.

The room was small, just an ordinary two-bedroom. One room seemed to be the bedroom of the elderly Liu Xiaoyu, while the other was a study.

He went directly to the study and began searching rapidly, trying to find some useful information.

The study mostly contained miscellaneous books, with no record of that Yang Jian.

This made He Feng a bit anxious.

If he couldn't succeed, with the situation outside, there was no way he could leave alive.

"I must be able to find it. Such important information couldn't possibly be undocumented," He Feng continued searching the study.

The once tidy study now became a mess.

He Feng did not find the important information as easily as he had expected. At this moment, he couldn't help feeling a bit desperate. Perhaps the real name of that Yang Jian had no written record, and everything existed only in the memory of the elderly Liu Xiaoyu. This trip might be futile.

As he thought this, the horrifying thick fog began to gather again.

His vision started to become blurry.

"Maybe it's not in the study, but in the old man's bedroom."

Awakened by the fog drifting in again, He Feng suddenly realized he might have been searching in the wrong place.

He immediately gave up on the study and headed to the bedroom.

Upon entering the room, He Feng was momentarily stunned.

He saw one wall of the room covered with words written in pen. The handwriting was scattered in all directions, filling the entire wall, as if the person who wrote it was constantly reminding themselves not to forget. And all the words were repeating just two characters, seemingly a person's name.

"Damn, I can't see clearly."

At this moment, a wave of inexplicable terror surged in He Feng, and he hurriedly moved closer.

That wall covered with words seemed ready to vanish before his eyes.

He Feng understood that the wall was still there, and the words hadn't disappeared; it was his eyes covered by the fog, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Just a little more, I can't fail now."

He rushed over, pressing himself against the wall, hoping to see those two characters clearly before his vision completely disappeared, because right then, the terrifying footsteps behind him started once again.

The fierce ghost hadn't disappeared; it was always nearby. The next time, he might not be so lucky to fend off the ghost with an axe.

"I see it, I see it."

At this moment, He Feng was both astonished and delighted; he could see the words on the wall clearly.

"So that's it, that's how it is. The people in Guanjiang Residential Complex were all mistaken. The Yang Jian they spoke of wasn't a ghost handler or even human, much less a fierce ghost. He is... a god."

"In this world, if there are ghosts, there ought to be gods."

He Feng touched the wall; his vision was completely blurred, but that name was already deeply etched in his mind.

"So, his real name is... Yang Jian."

The last two words were shouted out.

Some condition was triggered.

When the supernatural awakens, and the fierce ghost appears again, the moment the masses suffer and call upon this name, he will manifest in the world, banishing ghosts and evil, saving and promoting good.

In an instant.

A brilliant golden light soared from the small temple in Guanjiang Residential Complex, then covered the sky, enveloping the entire Dachang City.

Under the golden light, the rampant fog was instantly torn apart, and the despairing supernatural vanished without a trace.

At that moment, people across the city stared up at the sky in astonishment, finding the sudden change incredible.

Countless people saw a shadow standing in the sky, holding a red spear, and a faint eye on the forehead emitting golden light.

A god had appeared!

He Feng, at this moment, stared blankly, gazing in disbelief out the window.

In the city, some collapsed to the ground, some involuntarily knelt, and some were too shocked to speak.

Today, the world was overturned.

However, in Guanjiang Residential Complex, there were those who looked at the figure in the golden light and smiled.