Mysterious Revival

Chapter 866 - 833 Terrifying Taxi

The supernatural confrontation is perilous and deadly.

Tong Qian and Zhang Han arrived for support by helicopter. Now, Zhang Han has perished, and the whole process lasted less than five minutes. Just moments ago, a living person has now become an icy, contorted corpse, and Feng Quan is also buried within a towering mound, most likely dead as well.

The dense fog is spreading, and the vengeful ghosts are reviving.

Bizarre and eerie laughter echoes around.

The once tranquil highway has turned into a gathering place of terror.

Yet the struggle has not subsided.

"Your two teammates are dead, leaving only you, Tong Qian. Are you still going to persist? Cease your attack, leave now, and I can promise not to kill you. Think about it, Yang Jian hasn't shown up; he's probably dead already,"

Liao Fan's voice is hoarse, and although his face is covered, his eyes reveal ferocity and savageness.

Having continuously taken down two of Yang Jian's people, there is no longer any possibility of easing the conflict; it can only end with one side's annihilation.

His offer is not to spare Tong Qian, but to deceive her into holding her fire.

Once the laughter stops, this echo will also fade, and even if Tong Qian makes a move, she will have missed the best opportunity.

This is strategy.

If successful, Tong Qian will have absolutely no chance to turn the tables; her supernatural power's patterns have been figured out, and they are not complex at all.

But Tong Qian's face, which originally belonged to him, is full of anger, clenching her teeth: "Dream on if you think I'll stop. Feng Quan is dead, Zhang Han is dead, having killed two leaders in a row, executing villains like you is the best choice, without a doubt."

The laughter of Ghost Face echoes for a third wave.

Xu Feng, looking like a mummified corpse, has a sudden change of expression, feeling the suppressive embrace of the ghost being lifted.

Although the ghost is still binding Tong Qian, the binding force has significantly weakened, only able to restrain her movements without continuing to inflict harm.

In other words.

Tong Qian can no longer be killed now.

"Pei Dong." At this moment, Liao Fan senses something is amiss and calls out.

Because after Pei Dong killed Zhang Han by touching his head, he has been quiet, and though it's only been a dozen seconds, in such a special and complex environment, a dozen seconds can already explain everything.

The man called Pei Dong is still standing beside the corpse of Zhang Han, now with a smile on his face, eyes wide open, and remaining completely still.

"Thud!"

Pei Dong's body suddenly loses balance, and he falls backward onto the ground, face up.

With a smile on his face.

But he has already stopped breathing and shows no signs of life.

He's dead.

Having killed Zhang Han, and because he was too close, he couldn't resist the third wave of ghostly laughter and was killed.

No pain, no struggle, he died somewhat easily.

"He's dead, taken down by Tong Qian," Xu Feng's eyes also shrink.

Under the third wave of laughter, he also feels something is very wrong, his expression is out of control, and even though he uses his ghostly abilities to resist, holding onto himself with the ghost's embrace to be spared from other supernatural powers' invasion, it's not very effective.

The laughter could penetrate one's mind, leaving no escape.

However, he orders the ghost to cover his own ears, and this finally diminishes the sound significantly, giving him a much-needed chance to breathe.

"Damn it, get in the car, we can't withstand the fourth wave of laughter," Liao Fan is utterly panicked at this moment.

The third wave of laughter has already taken down Pei Dong; if the next one is double the intensity, they would not survive. Although they are stronger than Pei Dong, they're not willing to gamble that they can withstand the next wave.

Without a word, Xu Feng turns and runs.

Liao Fan quickly gets into the old taxi.

Once in the car.

Liao Fan rapidly closes the car door and windows.

The taxi is a haunted object with a seemingly very high Terror Level. Merely getting into the car, the surrounding laughter has already weakened to an extremely low level, barely audible, and no longer able to inflict fatal harm.

"No choice but to run her over; we can't stand against Tong Qian by resisting," Xu Feng immediately says.

"I know."

Liao Fan tries to start the old taxi, attempting to ignite it repeatedly, but the taxi has no response, failing to start and instead the whole car is slightly vibrating, emitting strange noises.

Lights on the dashboard are flickering, a strong stench of a corpse is coming from the air vents, and thudding sounds are coming from the car's trunk.

With each thud.

The car shakes violently.

"Don't mess up at this time," Liao Fan anxiously ignites the car, not attending to the abnormalities of the haunted taxi.

This is a risk that must be taken, unavoidable.

Who made them stop and turn off the car just to hit Feng Quan.

"Don't even think of escaping," Tong Qian thinks they want to get away and immediately chases after them.

She has already felt the absence of her restraints; it must be because Xu Feng has stopped attacking her. Now that they've got into the taxi, they're most likely trying to slip away.

Tong Qian chased after.

In front of the old glass window, a creepy face with a smile suddenly pressed close.

Laughter echoed.

By now, it had penetrated into the car.

It was too close.

The laugh of Ghost Face had an even greater impact.

Xu Feng's complexion was extremely unwell, staring fixedly at Tong Qian outside the car window.

The car door was shaking. Tong Qian tried to open it, but he was unable to unbolt the door of the dilapidated taxi. It seemed as if some special supernatural force was influencing the whole car, keeping him isolated on the outside.

"Don't panic. He won't be able to open this door. Even the fourth wave of laughter might not manage to kill us." Liao Fan, though anxious, was still very calm, knowing they still had time.

Keep trying to start the engine.

Thud!

The chassis vibrated, the stench of decay inside the cabin grew stronger.

As if a corpse was jammed in the engine, preventing it from turning over.

Meanwhile.

The fourth wave of Ghost Face's laughter arrived.

The reverberations reached.

The terrifying supernatural power intensified once again. The laughter that had been blocked by the taxi now completely infiltrated inside.

Xu Feng's mummified face twitched; he was laughing.

But he was desperately resisting it.

His body was embraced by a fierce ghost, immobile, his hands clamped over his ears.

Xu Feng's face was contorted with agony; his ears were indented, it was almost possible to make out the contour of a palm imprinted clearly next to his ears, as if even the bones were going to be crushed.

Despite the pain, it diminished the impact of the laughter, preventing death.

"I underestimated Tong Qian," thought Xu Feng, with a longing to kill Tong Qian in his heart.

If it wasn't for this taxi, the three of them would truly be wiped out here.

Liao Fan, however, was still trying to get the vehicle started.

His luck wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either. After several attempts, the old taxi finally managed to start successfully.

The moment the car started, Liao Fan pressed the horn fiercely.

"Honk~!"

The loud horn sound briefly overpowered the echo of laughter inside the cabin.

Seizing the opportunity, Liao Fan slammed on the gas, and the car surged forward.

But in the next moment.

The taxi disappeared before Tong Qian's eyes.

"No, the car didn't vanish. It entered the Ghost Domain," Tong Qian's laughter continued, but he could feel that the car was still there. He would not stop his assault, determined to kill these two people.

At the same time.

The fifth wave of laughter began to echo over.

This wave of laughter could invade even Yang Jian's fifth-level Ghost Domain and kill the people inside. If Liao Fan and Xu Feng encountered it, they would die instantly.

But in the next moment.

A loud car honking suddenly appeared behind Tong Qian.

"Bang!"

The sound of impact followed.

Tong Qian couldn't react in time and was directly hit and flung away, tumbling off the highway and down to the grass by the road, rolling several times before lying on the ground.

The ghostly laughter stopped abruptly.

"Is this guy really that fierce? The information provided by people in the supernatural circle wasn't like this. I thought it would be an easy total kill, but I almost completely fell into Tong Qian's hands."

Liao Fan, the driver, had a chilling and terrible look in his eyes. After hitting Tong Qian, he did not stop, but headed straight for the city.

It was a retreat tinged with a hint of fear, yet also a desire to recover the losses of this venture in the city.

"Tong Qian shouldn't be dead yet. It might be better to get out and kill him," Xu Feng suggested as the pain on his face eased slightly.

"Kill him? Don't waste time. Just a few more laughs from this guy, and none of us can withstand it. It was already very dangerous. If we were even one or two seconds later, we would have truly been done for. Didn't you hear the laughter had already invaded the inside of the car?" Liao Fan was somewhat shaken at this point.

After hitting Tong Qian, he stopped caring about whether Tong Qian lived or died.

After all, he planned to take a trip to the city and then quickly withdraw.

Let the revived ghost deal with Tong Qian.