Mysterious Revival

Chapter 881 848: Rushing into the Ancient Mansion

"Is there someone inside?"

Hearing the voice drifting from inside, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, subconsciously becoming vigilant, on guard for any unexpected situations that might arise at any moment.

"I shouldn't have come? So you mean to say I should have obediently stayed in Dachang City waiting for you all to come to find me?"

Yang Jian's footsteps halted, and he glanced at Xiong Wenwen.

Xiong Wenwen patted his chest and immediately understood what Yang Jian meant.

The other party was prepared, waiting here; to avoid being at a disadvantage, it was most prudent to directly use the ability of foresight at this moment.

"Liao Fan and Xu Feng have already been taken out by you; this should be the end of it. We don't want to provoke the captain from headquarters either." The low voice continued to emanate inside the empty ancient mansion.

"It will only be over when I've killed all of you."

Yang Jian replied with an icy tone, his attitude resolute with no room for turning back.

"Yang Jian, don't be too arrogant. Kill all of us? If you dare to barge in, your whole team might be wiped out right here. Leave now and our issues end here. And we promise never to set foot in Dachang City from this day forward,"

"Knowing when to stop at the right time is what a smart person would do."

That person continued to warn Yang Jian within the ancient house.

"Too cowardly even to show your face, and you think a few pretentious words will scare me? Do you take me for a three-year-old child? Today, everyone in this ancient mansion is going to die, each and every one."

Yang Jian responded to that voice, all the while waiting for the results of Xiong Wenwen's foresight.

He intended to eliminate these people without fail.

"Yang Jian, don't go too far. When I became a ghost controller, you were still doing homework at school. Not even the third generation of the Wang Family would dare speak to us like this, let alone you? It's not just you, a mere team captain who came today; even if three or four captains came, we could still kill them. Today I give you some credit and advise you, but if I didn't, I'd wipe out not only you but also your entire Dachang City."

This was another voice, seething with anger yet revealing a sinister edge.

"Who's blustering? Too scared to even give a name?" Yang Jian's eyes flashed as he shouted.

"The dead don't need to know that much." The sinister voice replied.

Yang Jian coldly said, "You're not wrong there; it's pointless to know the names of a bunch of people who are about to die."

"Yang Jian, further talk is useless. An hour ago, you declared in the supernatural circle that you would eliminate us. Now you've come, and so have we. I'm just curious whether you can actually do what you proclaimed."

"If you want to fight, come on in."

The deep voice came.

Then, as if the chains that had sealed the ancient house's door for many years suddenly began to shake, the chains slid off the door and crashed to the ground, with the creaking sound echoing.

At that moment, the still sturdy and unrotted heavy door slowly began to open.

Behind the doors of the ancient mansion was a hall, dim and eerie, seemingly covered with dust as if no one had cleaned it for years. What was strange, though, was that the walls and floor inside were still well-preserved. Despite being old and discolored, they were not rotted or ruined.

The more it seemed this way, the more it exuded an eerie atmosphere.

Yang Jian stood at the entrance, peering inside, even making out the dim lights flickering in certain corners.

Those lights were yellow, dim, as if they could go out at any moment.

It was apparent that this Republic Era Ancient House was still in operation, though it appeared abandoned from the outside; in fact, some supernatural power still shrouded the building.

If indeed there were no issues with this ancient mansion, it would have already leaked and collapsed long ago.

"Are you hesitating? Heh, it seems the so-called 'Ghost Eye' Yang Jian is nothing special after all. Big talker, but when it's time to act, you back down, not even daring to enter the door of this ancient mansion." An inside voice taunted, full of disdain.

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, yet he remained unperturbed, turning his attention to Xiong Wenwen.

At this moment, Xiong Wenwen suddenly opened his eyes, his already unpleasant complexion now showing a rare trace of alarm.

"Are you done?" Yang Jian asked.

"This damned place is really dangerous. I've died twice in a row. We can't enter through the front door; otherwise, we'll be cursed in an unknown manner, haunted by this ancient house for life. We must enter through the window..."

Xiong Wenwen whispered these words into Yang Jian's ear, having foreseen terrible danger and now beginning to warn him.

"After we get in, we must first suppress that fellow with the white hair. He's standing on the third floor of the ancient house. If we can't take him down immediately, one of us will die,"

Xiong Wenwen said, his face still showing signs of being deeply shaken.

Yang Jian's expression was serene, listening seriously to the information being revealed.

Meanwhile.

Inside the ancient house.

There were three floors in total.

On each floor, there were figures wandering, their gazes fixated on the old front door, all waiting for the arrival of Yang Jian's team.

Once they entered the ancient house, they would be greeted with successive life-threatening ghostly murder patterns.

It would take less than twenty seconds to almost annihilate this team of seven right there.

"Is Yang Jian afraid? Does he not dare to enter this ancient house? Perhaps he has sensed some kind of deadly danger,"

a slim man with a cold gaze commented as he slightly raised his head while standing in the corridor on the second floor.

On the third floor, a young man with a full head of white hair leaned on the railing, looking down emotionlessly: "If he's not in a hurry, why should we be? If it really comes to a fight, we'll fight with him. This Yang Jian is not as scary as imagined. His codename is Ghost Eye, his advantage lies in the Ghost Domain, yet this ancient house is specifically designed to counter those with Ghost Domain abilities."

"As outsiders, once the clock chimes, they too will be cursed. By then, they'll die faster than us,"

"And compared to the power of a ghost controller, we are not inferior,"

the white-haired youth said confidently.

Moreover, the ancient house was not lacking in occupants.

A quick sweep revealed.

There were more than ten people.

This number was quite astonishing, and there were some who did not participate, after all, this wasn't a very tightly-knit organization. Everyone was merely living off the Pendulum Clock Curse. Xu Feng and Liao Fan's matters didn't concern the others much, so some did not wish to take this risk.

"They're here."

Suddenly, someone in the first-floor hall issued a low shout.

The dim doorway lit up with a sudden red light shining in from the front door and windows, as if to erode the entire ancient house.

But the red light stopped spreading as it reached the middle of the hall.

Some supernatural power was blocking the invasion of the red light.

Everyone's expression changed.

"Is it Yang Jian's Ghost Domain? Is he about to break in?"

"Something's wrong with his Ghost Domain. It has already invaded up to the position of the hall."

"Ultimately, the supernatural force inside the Ancient House has a slight advantage. His Ghost Domain can't affect too large of an area. This must be his limit,"

The buzz of discussion arose.

Afterward.

The red light began to slowly fade away.

The speed at which it dissipated was very slow, giving off an unsettling feeling as if it was being delayed.

Within the red glow, several blurry and distorted figures appeared, and as the red light faded, those blurred figures gradually became real and clear.

"Tap, tap!"

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet of the ancient mansion.

In the midst of the red light, a pale-faced young man with a golden spear full of cracks strode forward. On his forehead, there was a scarlet, ominous eye restlessly moving, peering into the surrounding darkness.

Behind him.

Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya, Li Yang, Xiong Wenwen, and Ghost Child appeared one after another.

Several people in the main hall couldn't help but take several steps back when they saw this.

Because they all recognized that this man was the top exorcist of the supernatural circle, Ghost Eye Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, do you really dare to come in?"

A gaunt man on the second floor, his voice grim and biting, growled.

He didn't want it to come to this, as such a struggle was meaningless for them, after all, it was Xu Feng and Liao Fan who brought this enemy upon them, and even if they were prepared, it would be quite troublesome if Yang Jian's team died here and the fierce ghosts revived.

But outside, it would be very difficult to beat this guy.

After all, Yang Jian's Ghost Domain was too unresolvable, and matched with the Coffin Nail, one could easily be picked off separately.

Only by sticking together and relying on the curse of the ancient house for a head-on confrontation could they kill this guy.

Yang Jian slightly lifted his head, not looking at the man on the second floor, but directly locked onto the white-haired man on the third-floor corridor half-protruding out and looking down the stairs.

The dangerous individual Xiong Wenwen predicted was him.

"Make your move." The white-haired man said coldly.

"Kill."

Yang Jian's Ghost Eye moved, directly locking onto the white-haired man, and with a cold command, his Ghost Domain instantly vanished.

There were supernatural interferences with his Ghost Domain here. Although it can be used, it was difficult to adapt to this interference, so it might be better not to use the Ghost Domain.

Moreover, the Ghost Domain now couldn't cover the inside of the ancient house; even deploying the fifth layer of the Ghost Domain, he could only penetrate to the hall, so it was not very significant.

But if this was the case for him, it was also the same for the enemies.

In an instant.

Everyone in the ancient mansion was struck by a strong sense of crisis; the hair on their bodies standing on end in unison.

Because the power of the fierce ghosts were being unleashed.

No one could remain uninvolved, all were affected.

"Not good."

But in this instant, the white-haired man on the third floor felt a strong sense of danger. It wasn't his supernatural power warning him, but an intuition honed between life and death.

This intuition told him that he had been targeted by Yang Jian.

The next moment.

A whooshing sound came through the air.

The golden spear was suddenly hurled out by Yang Jian, piercing straight through the old wooden railing of the corridor and into the body of the white-haired man.

"Ah!"

The white-haired man was jolted and sent flying backward, a mouthful of fresh blood spraying out, his chest pierced through, and then he was nailed dead onto the wall.

He struggled subconsciously.

As a result, his body instantly went numb, unable to move, this feeling was just like sleep paralysis—his consciousness was clear, but his body was already beyond control.

"The ghost within my body is suppressed… is this, a Coffin Nail?"

His head drooped down powerlessly, hanging on the wall like a corpse, yet still showing signs of life, emitting a roar of unwillingness: "Yang Jian!"

How dare he.

How dare he use the Coffin Nail against himself as soon as he attacked. His Ghost Domain was interfered with, yet he used his strength to throw the Coffin Nail.

If this strike had missed, it would be equivalent to handing over the Coffin Nail to him.

What a pity.

Yang Jian hit his target, not out of luck, but because this outcome had already appeared within Xiong Wenwen's foresight.

"Someone, help me pull this thing out." The white-haired man urgently sought help.

But there were no helpers around him; he did not trust others usually, so during this operation, there was only him on the third floor.

The Coffin Nail could only suppress fierce ghosts.

Since the fierce ghosts were silenced, the body also lost its capacity to move, the Pendulum Clock curse also lost its effect, now his life signs remained only because his physical state was good, not yet reaching the critical point of death.

But how long could a regular person, who's chest was impaled and nailed to a wall, survive?

However, Yang Jian did not seem to give him that chance.

On the spear that nailed him, a ghastly, dark hand lay creepily and stiffly.

It was a Ghost Hand.

Furthermore, it was only a derivative of a ghost hand, not an actual ghost.

At this moment.

The stiff Ghost Hand began to move, crawling slowly over the body of the white-haired man, prying his mouth open bit by bit and forcefully stuffing inside.

"Mmmph."

The white-haired man struggled, however soon blood flowed from his nose, ears, and mouth.

"Pfft!"

A sound like something bursting, a stiff finger emerged from his eye socket...

What was an ordinary Ghost Hand was now brazenly destroying his body.

And the person himself had already fallen into a coma, consciousness blurry, life signs rapidly disappearing, and then, as expected, took his last breath.