Mysterious Revival

Chapter 865 - 832: The Match Between Life and Death

At this very moment.

On the high-speed highway outside Dachang City, a helicopter had landed sideways on the road, blocking it completely. The sound of its propellers whirred, with a fierce wind whipping around it.

However, the wind generated by the helicopter's propellers could not disperse the thick fog surrounding it.

As time passed, the fog seemed to grow denser and spread further.

The Ghost Fog was spiraling out of control, reviving once more.

Feng Quan, who had possessed this particular ghost, was currently buried in a small mound, life and death unknown, unresponsive and motionless.

And now.

Tong Qian and Zhang Han, who had rushed over, couldn't go over to help, because they had more urgent matters to deal with right before them.

"Do we really have to do this?" Zhang Han was extremely nervous at the moment.

Ever since he became a ghost controller, he rarely had conflicts with others; he always valued peace. That was the case even when the Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club was still around. It was precisely because he avoided various conflicts that he survived until now.

"Do you think we have a choice? This isn't a supernatural event, it's a life or death struggle. To shrink back is to die; by killing Feng Quan today, he has already declared war on us. Even if we don't take action, to kill a person in charge is a crime punishable by firing squad."

"There is no room for forgiveness for such a vicious criminal."

Tong Qian's expression was extremely cold, ice cold.

He was naive, benevolent, true, but he was also a trained person in charge. Even before the team captain's plan started, he was responsible for the security of a city.

If the three of them had not killed Feng Quan, there would still be room to turn things around, but once they acted, it would be different.

When it comes to murderers, especially those who have killed someone in charge, Tong Qian's attitude was more resolute than anyone's.

That is to kill on the spot.

"Take action."

The first to break the stalemate with a hoarse shout was Liao Fan. He didn't want to waste time. After all, this was Dachang City, someone else's territory. Taking down Feng Quan would be to their advantage in the unfolding situation.

"Xu Feng." Then, with a slight shift in his gaze, he looked towards the man next to him who looked like a dried corpse.

He actually called Xu Feng.

Yang Jian had known him before, back on the supernatural bus.

They had some interactions and a bit of friction. However, Xu Feng was also a person in charge. His transformation into this state was because after Yang Jian left the supernatural bus, he applied for a wanted warrant from headquarters.

Xu Feng suddenly became a global fugitive.

He had no choice but to hide.

"It can't be helped; Yang Jian turned me into this, so I'll collect a little interest today. I'll visit his Dachang City later to see if the guy is dead or not."

Xu Feng's corpse-like body swayed slightly as he took large strides forward.

Merely getting closer.

Everything nearby seemed to be disrupted.

Tong Qian and Zhang Han felt their bodies stiffening rapidly, and their consciousness was dulling. This eerie sensation lingering around was very troubling, almost as if they were under some inexplicable curse.

What was most horrifying was.

They felt as if their bodies were being held by something.

Although they could not see anything unusual around them, they could clearly feel the presence of a cold corpse lying on them, reaching out from behind to hold them. The rigid and icy touch transmitted through their skin, and they could even feel a pair of dead hands grabbing their shoulders.

And as time passed, the invisible corpse seemed to cling tighter and tighter.

Their bodies were gradually twisting, their limbs quickly numbing.

Bruises also started appearing on their skin, clear marks of strangulation, traces left by a malevolent ghost.

Xu Feng's expression remained unchanged, as he drew closer and closer, the power of the fierce ghost he leveraged grew stronger.

The fierce ghost bound Zhang Han and Tong Qian, seemingly about to strangle them to death right then and there, and this binding was not merely a matter of strength.

A ghost charmer embraced by this ghost could not move, and even the ghost within their body would be suppressed.

"Pei Dong." Liao Fan called out in a lower tone again.

He knew that Xu Feng's Hugger Ghost had taken effect, temporarily restraining both Tong Qian and Zhang Han, but to kill them this way was still somewhat forced; they needed the cooperation of another supernatural power.

Pei Dong hesitated for a moment, but finally bit the bullet and rushed out.

His code name was Ghost Head Petter.

It was a type of supernatural power that triggered certain death, it only required touching someone's head a few times, and that person would undoubtedly die.

It sounded very powerful, but it was actually difficult to put into play.

Faced with a ghost, how can you dare to touch the head of a fierce ghost? And if it's against a ghost charmer, which one of them would let you easily come into contact with them?

But the greater the limitation, the more terrifying it was.

Once the rule was triggered, even a ghost charmer who controlled three ghosts would be effortlessly killed by Pei Dong.

For he does not kill ghosts, but erases the consciousness of the living, and no matter how powerful a person is, they cannot survive without consciousness.

"Damn it."

At this moment, Zhang Han was clenching his teeth, desperately trying to fight back. His back was slightly bulging, forming a sinister contour, and droplets of blood were falling from behind him, as if something inside his body was awakening.

That was also a fierce ghost.

A ghost akin to a tattoo that was drawn on his back.

At this moment the ghost was also awakening, however, it was suppressed and couldn't break free from the constraints.

Xu Feng's strength surpassed his; he had been on a bus, suffered from the Pendulum Clock Curse, and even had his body eroded by the Dried Corpse Bride, with a level of exploration into supernatural powers that Zhang Han could not compare to. Even if he was only controlling this one ghost, he could match a person who controlled three ghosts.

Zhang Han was already struggling to resist the embrace of the fierce ghost; he felt that in this confrontation, he would either be killed or die as a result of the fierce ghost's revival.

"Use the second ghost's ability."

In this crisis, he too started to act frantically. As the confrontation was ineffective, he was willing to risk it all.

The next moment.

A tear appeared in Zhang Han's clothing on his back, and a grotesque, emaciated hand that was twice the size of a normal hand and had only four fingers stretched out, grabbing onto a cold aura behind it.

Those skinny fingers were wriggling, like a corpse coming back to life.

The binding power weakened rapidly, and the previous irresistible suppression was broken.

"Hm?" Xu Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, somewhat surprised.

This unremarkable Zhang Han actually had the ability to stand up to him.

"Controlling two ghosts? Using the abilities of two ghosts at once is tantamount to risking it all; he won't last long before he's finished." Xu Feng stopped in his tracks, not intending to resist someone who was desperate.

At this moment.

Pei Dong had already charged out.

The trio cooperated; none of them needed to go too hard—the best approach was to take turns. Otherwise, it would be a great loss to have one or two crippled in the fray.

Seeing another ghost charmer rush towards him, Zhang Han's face turned desperate.

He was already hard-pressed to fight one person; another one would spell certain death.

"Who do you think you're looking down on?" However, at that moment, Tong Qian became angry; he was very upset, but he was laughing.

A gender-neutral face was smiling at everyone, and then with his mouth wide open, he actually laughed out loud.

This laughter was creepy and startling, and it was a sound that a living person could not make—it was very special and very eerie, because at this moment, it was not a human laughing, but a fierce ghost.

The Ghost Face Tong Qian's ghostly laughter was terrifying.

The laughter echoed, assaulting everyone's minds in an instant, inducing an uncontrollable urge to laugh along.

Such laughter was akin to a curse, possessing a strong infectious quality.

Even if one tried to restrain oneself from laughing, the corners of the mouth would still uncontrollably curl up.

"Damn it." Pei Dong, who rushed over and failed to suppress Tong Qian, immediately changed his expression. He instinctively covered his ears, trying to avoid the erosion of this ghostly laughter.

"Kill the weakest one first, don't let him cause trouble; I'll handle Ghost Face."

Liao Fan gave a reminder, and at the same time, he fiercely turned towards Tong Qian. Before he could speak, a shout suddenly came from behind Tong Qian.

"Tong Qian!"

Someone was calling his name from behind him.

This voice was very strange, making Tong Qian feel like it was his parents calling him, or maybe it was Yang Jian, or other relatives, urging him to resist the temptation to look back to see which loved one it was.

Liao Fan's ghost, codenamed Ghost Call.

When the ghost calls out someone's name from behind, looking back means certain death.

Tong Qian seemed to be interfered with, as he actually turned around to look back.

But what he turned to face was not his own face, but a tear-stained face, pale and sorrowful, like a mourner for the dead.

"Who's calling me? Wuu wuu!"

The tearful Ghost Face actually began to speak and cry simultaneously, tears falling, profoundly distressing, igniting an impulse in others to start crying as well.

Behind him, there was no one.

The weeping face turned back again.

But as it turned back, that familiar and eerie voice sounded again: "Tong Qian!"

The ghost was still calling out behind him.

Calling him to turn back.

"Damn it."

Tong Qian now realized that he had been influenced by supernatural powers, which was why he had looked back.

If it had not been for his second Ghost Face that turned around, he probably would have died by now.

The clash of supernatural forces is that dangerous.

Ghosts won't die, but humans will.

Just now, when Ghost Face turned back, it was the ghost that took a look back, thus ignoring this kind of influence.

"What kind of joke is this? Blocked it." Liao Fan too became uncertain and anxious.

The sinister Ghost Call failed to kill Tong Qian.

"Liao Fan."

A ghostly and horrifying voice immediately appeared behind Liao Fan.

At this moment, the ghost was calling out his name.

The voice was faint, suggesting a far distance, but as it was used more frequently, it sounded closer and closer, and the ghost calling his name would quickly appear right behind him.

This is his own ghost's revival.

However, Tong Qian's Ghost Face was still laughing, showing no intention of stopping, and the laughter spread quickly but echoed back from afar.

The eerie laughter and the echo layered on top of each other.

The terror of the supernatural doubled in intensity and with the echo spreading out and returning, it wasn't just doubled—it quadrupled.

If this laughter is not stopped soon, the level of horror will surge even more after some time.

Given some time, Tong Qian's supernatural assault cannot be resisted by any ghost master.

However, in this open suburb, the echo returned too slowly. If it had been in an enclosed room, that would truly be an inescapable horror.

"The power of the ghost has increased... and a lot of them."

Liao Fan had not yet recovered from his previous incredulity, and immediately felt that something was off.

This increase in power was not slight, but had doubled.

"Pei Dong, kill Tong Qian first, we can't let him continue laughing. It will be difficult for us to withstand the next wave of echoes."

Realizing something, Liao Fan spoke with a hint of unease.

At this moment, Tong Qian was being held by the Hugger Ghost, and although he was still restrained, the echoes of the laughter quickly loosened the grip.

While he wasn't completely freed, he could at least breathe normally, with no risk of being strangled to death and could catch his breath.

As Pei Dong was preparing to kill Zhang Han, upon hearing Liao Fan, he hesitated.

The hand he had raised stiffened slightly.

However, at that moment, the shriveled palm with only four fingers extending behind Zhang Han suddenly loosened, then fiercely clutched at Pei Dong's throat.

"Ahhh!"

Zhang Han screamed, blood spilling from his mouth, his body twisting unnaturally.

Xu Feng stood unmoving with a cold expression: "Two against one, you're doomed."

"Tong Qian, I'll hold this guy off." Zhang Han screamed and spat blood; his body was severely deformed, bones snapping, as if he was being strangled alive.

"Then I'll kill you first." Pei Dong sensed the danger, not wanting to be choked to death by this emaciated hand, hastily reached to grab Zhang Han's head.

In an instant.

The screams abruptly ceased.

Zhang Han was rendered unconscious by the ghost, falling silent.

He died noiselessly.

"Zhang Han!" Tong Qian's living human face looked on with a mix of grief and anger.

Although they were not closely associated, they were teammates, colleagues, and Zhang Han's actions were clearly to save him, buying him time; otherwise, he wouldn't have been killed so easily, as he could have protected himself during the altercation.

But now he was laughing, so he couldn't be angry, nor could he cry.

The bizarre laughter echoed.

Tears streamed down the corners of Tong Qian's eyes.

But his heart was filled with rage.

And now, the second wave of echoes arrived.

The laughter echoed, and this time, the laughs combined were four times that of the first.

If the initial laughter could easily kill an ordinary person, now it was potent enough to kill a ghost master.

The reason they weren't affected at first was because they had been subjected to the Pendulum Clock curse.

Under this curse, their lives were on a countdown.

But the upside was that the curse protected them from being killed by other supernatural forces.