Mysterious Revival

Chapter 882 849 Victory and Cheating

Dead, dead?

Everyone in the ancient mansion widened their eyes at the corpse impaled by a spear against the wall on the third floor, which bore no signs of life, faces displaying a degree of incredulous shock.

"Liu Baimu was taken out? Are you kidding me?"

"Such a person couldn't last even a few seconds in front of Yang Jian?"

"Coffin Nail, the one pinned to Liu Baimu was a Coffin Nail, Yang Jian just threw it out, he really dares."

This white-haired young man seemed to be Liu Baimu, holding a rather high status among these people, but his defeat had caused a moment of panic in the ancient mansion, as no one seemed to have anticipated such a start.

The clash of supernatural powers is not about who has more people but about who can fully unleash the supernatural power without dying to the resurgence of fierce ghosts.

Thus, the death of a top ghost controller had already impacted the entire situation.

After killing Liu Baimu, Yang Jian didn't even spare another glance, knowing this guy was certainly doomed, for there's no turning back once pinned by a Coffin Nail, not even he could withstand such an attack.

He continued forward, striding directly towards another person.

"Kill Yang Jian quickly, if he does not die, we all will." The brief panic did not rob them of their ability to resist.

All sorts of supernatural phenomena appeared around Yang Jian.

As he was on the move, Yang Jian felt something pulling at his body from behind, the atmosphere cold and dreadful, like a fierce ghost lurking around his body.

But his expression remained unchanged, shadows covering under his feet, forcibly breaking free from some kind of ghostly bondage.

"Are you kidding me?"

A man in his thirties widened his eyes, looking at Yang Jian as if he had seen a ghost.

He even doubted whether the supernatural powers had any effect on Yang Jian, as they seemed utterly ineffective.

Keep in mind that even real ghosts can be stalled for a while.

"Not good." In his panic, the man turned to flee.

But the next moment, he felt his body rapidly losing sensation, a stagger sending him crashing down to the ground, a cold dark shadow eroding his body, depriving him of control over it.

"Help, help..."

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, shouting for help.

But the next moment, he saw Yang Jian lifting his foot and bringing it down.

Bang!

His body jolted, his head in severe pain, and then his consciousness fell into a faint, never to awake again.

"Daring to join this fight with just a ghost under control, are you really in such a hurry to die?" Yang Jian snorted coldly, not stopping his steps, heading straight for the next person.

"Damn it, he's coming at me?" A man sitting in a wheelchair turned pale with fright, desperate to get away.

But it was already too late.

Yang Jian's dark palm directly gripped his neck, lifting him off the wheelchair, his dark eyes flickering with a red glow.

As soon as the suppression by Ghost Hand was complete, half of the man's body fell off as if it had been attached separately, not belonging to the living, as if taken from another corpse.

"Crack!"

Without giving him any chance, his neck was forcibly snapped, then Yang Jian proceeded to attack the third ghost controller.

But at this moment, Yang Jian stopped moving.

He glanced down slightly, his pupils contracted, and immediately saw his legs being held by a disheveled, rotting corpse.

He tried to struggle, but couldn't move, his legs as if rooted were fixed in place, and the feeling of losing control continued to spread as time passed.

"Yang Jian, don't be too presumptuous."

A woman in her early twenties, dressed in a thick down jacket, stared intently at him: "Even if you are powerful on your own, you are still just one person. Do you really disregard us that much?"

"You're quite impressive."

Yang Jian turned to look at her, the red glow in his eyes becoming more pronounced.

"I don't need your praise," the woman said coldly.

Yang Jian responded, "You misunderstand, I'm not praising you. I'm saying you are quite impressive because killing you might be a bit troublesome, but that doesn't mean I can't kill you."

After saying that, he raised his hand.

At that moment,

The golden spear that had pinned Liu Baimu on the third floor was suddenly pulled out by a dark Ghost Hand and then dropped from above.

The woman looked up and was immediately horrified: "Quick, kill Yang Jian now, Fang Tong, what are you doing?"

"I'm on it."

A rather short but very muscular man came rushing forward, biting his teeth. Despite being terrified, he didn't back down.

This man was called Fang Tong, code-named Ghost Crasher.

Though he only possessed one ghost, it was a deadly killing pattern.

Anyone he crashed into would undoubtedly die.

This supernatural power came from Liao Fan's Ghost Taxi; because he was once a garage owner and became infected by some supernatural force after coming into contact with the Ghost Taxi. He was supposed to die, but he survived, relying on the Pendulum Clock.

In other words, he was actually the driver of the Ghost Taxi.

But the next moment,

A man with a face of a dead person blocked in front of Yang Jian.

"Do you really think we don't exist?"

Feng Quan grinned, his voice deep, like a dead man buried in Grave Soil.

Bang!

The next moment, he was sent flying by Fang Tong.

He rolled several times on the ground, but then stood up as if nothing had happened.

The ground was scattered with mud, and his chest, where he was hit, was deeply indented, devoid of living flesh and only filled with stark white bones and organs and muscles made from wet mud.

"Not dead?"

The man called Fang Tong stared incredulously at Feng Quan.

"I possess three ghosts, how could you kill me with just one hit?"

Feng Quan's face turned fierce; he felt dizzy and in severe pain. The pain didn't stem from his flesh but seemed to torment his consciousness.

It was as if this guy could separate a living person's consciousness from their body, just like the Ghost Taxi.

Such a terrifying attack.

If it were any other member of the team, they would have already died from that hit.

Yang Jian glanced at Feng Quan; at that moment the cracked spear had already fallen.

"Stop it."

The woman ran over, trying to grab the object.

If this supernatural weapon fell into Yang Jian's hands, there really wouldn't be any chance left.

"Is there a chance?"

The woman was nervous, her eyes fixed only on the falling spear in mid-air.

If she could snatch it away, she might have a chance to kill Ghost Eye Yang Jian here.

This was an opportunity.

In the face of a perilous situation between life and death, this woman burst forth with unimaginable decisiveness and bravery. In this moment, she had resolved to balance her and Yang Jian's fates on a scale, to see who would come out superior.

"Caught it."

The next moment.

The falling long spear was unexpectedly seized first by this woman; she grabbed the long spear, feeling as if she were in a dream for a moment.

"Not bad."

Yang Jian's movements were restrained, his gaze calm as he watched the spear being wrested from him.

"Die."

The woman screamed at the top of her lungs, swinging the bizarre weapon towards Yang Jian's head.

But the next moment, something unexpected occurred.

The Firewood Knife, capable of dismembering fierce spirits, hadn't even made contact with Yang Jian when he effortlessly grasped it in one hand.

"How is this possible?" This woman was momentarily dumbfounded.

Is this supernatural item so blunt? Can't it even slice through human skin?

"You're not using the knife correctly, without triggering the medium this thing is just scrap metal."

Yang Jian's voice was cold as he firmly pulled on the long spear.

A powerful force nearly made the woman lose her grip on the weapon, causing it to slip from her hands, and due to the inertia, she staggered towards Yang Jian.

"Liu Yue, be careful, keep away from him."

Someone rushed over nearby, grabbed the woman named Liu Yue, and then frantically retreated.

"It's such a pity, I had just gotten my hands on Yang Jian's supernatural weapon." Liu Yue grinded her teeth in regret.

She shouldn't have gambled, bet that she could annihilate Yang Jian in one go.

If she could have retreated immediately after obtaining the supernatural item and then planned to use this supernatural weapon for another attack, then Yang Jian would definitely have died here.

But now, the best opportunity was gone.

"So naive, the opportunity you thought you had was just the chance I gave you," Yang Jian said indifferently, shadows spreading from his feet across the area.

"From the start, I never considered you a threat, and my supernatural weapon isn't something that can be used just by holding it."

Medium triggered.

Yang Jian held the long spear forward in a casual manner, without even touching any of the people before him.

But the next moment.

The woman named Liu Yue instantly stiffened, a blood-red crack formed on her forehead, penetrating deep into her skull and through the back of her head.

"Thud!"

Her expression shocked, her eyes vacant, she collapsed to the ground.

No sign of life.

Just a pool of blood continuously dripping from the middle of her forehead.

Yang Jian touched his split forehead, the injury was slowly healing under the influence of Ghost Shadow.

"You came to rescue her, it seems you were very close. Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way together."

The long spear stabbed downwards, piercing the fierce spirit that held onto his feet, a part belonging to the Coffin Nail.

Suppression formed.

The fierce spirit nearly fell asleep, and Yang Jian regained his mobility.

The man who had saved Liu Yue was now terrified, bereft of the courage to fight.

How long had it been?

Yang Jian had already killed Liu Baimu, Liu Yue, and the wheelchair-bound Zhang Qing, and including the unlucky fellow who was stomped to death, that made four.

Fang Tong, with the codename Ghost Crasher, wasn't dead yet, but he was close.

At this moment, that person named Fang Tong was being caught by Feng Quan, gradually being buried into an abruptly arising old tomb.

Unable to struggle, only his head was outside, showing a pair of terrified eyes.

Meanwhile, other people were engaged in their own supernatural confrontations.

"Xu Ming, Xu Ming."

A man named Xu Ming was currently drenched in cold sweat, targeted by a strange child wearing funeral clothes.

The child resembled the Ghost Infant from the Hungry Ghost incident in Dachang City.

The moment he took action, he saw with his own eyes that the child said someone's name aloud, and a person named Liu Yu just turned his head, then he died, his corpse still lying motionless there.

Now, this ghostly child was calling his name.

"Xu Ming, Xu Ming?"

The Ghost Child stood in front of Xu Ming, lifting its head, vacantly looking at him, repeatedly uttering his name.

The eerie part was, although the speaker was in front, the voice seemed to be coming from behind.

Xu Ming tried to counter this ghostly child using his own controlled supernatural abilities.

But to his despair, it was futile.

The funeral clothes worn by the dead seemed to shield against supernatural attacks, rendering him powerless.

"That's right, it must be, this must be Liao Fan's Ghost Call, when a fierce spirit calls you must not turn back, or turning back ensures death."

At this moment, Xu Ming recalled, recognizing the deceptive abilities of this ghostly child aligned with those of Liao Fan's Ghost Call.

Considering that Liao Fan had already died at the hands of Yang Jian, this wasn't difficult to deduce.

Ghost Call was now controlled by this little creature.

"Why is it like this? Liao Fan's Ghost Call was only used a few times, yet this child keeps calling me non-stop."

Xu Ming noticed that the more the Ghost Child called his name, the more he was irresistibly drawn to turn back.

Could this creature not be subject to the resurrection of a fierce ghost?

"Escape."

Unable to resist, Xu Ming gritted his teeth and turned to flee into the depths of the ancient house.

Only in this way did he have a slim chance.

The moment he moved, the Ghost Child moved too, no matter how fast he ran, it always followed him, calling his name from behind.Finally.

Xu Ming could no longer resist the supernatural force and uncontrollably turned his head for a glance.

"No, this isn't good."

He realized something was wrong and wanted to stop his uncontrollable action.

But it was too late, that single glance triggered the inevitable deadly rule.

Xu Ming fell to the ground.

The Ghost Child stood beside his body, slightly tilting its head to look at him: "Xu Ming. Xu Ming."

It was still calling out.

It even squatted down, pushing Xu Ming's body with its small hands.

But Xu Ming was already dead, the body did not react.

After squatting for a short while, the Ghost Child stood back up: "Qin Zhifeng, Qin Zhifeng..."

It walked barefoot, calling another person's name, then ran off.

"Oooo!"

Meanwhile, Tong Qian's Ghost Face was crying, the cries echoing within the secluded ancient house, then forming echoes that returned once again.

The echoes inside the ancient house seemed unusually fast.

In just a moment, the echoes had already layered three times.

"Quickly finish off this Ghost Face Tong Qian, we can't let him continue to cry, the echoes are amplifying this supernatural power..." someone was crying while frantically warning the others.

But before he could finish, he froze in place with a sorrowful expression.

At this moment, a supernatural phenomenon appeared next to Tong Qian.

A reflection appeared on the ground.

It was a terrifying ghostly figure; the ghostly figure on the ground and Tong Qian's reflection were tangled together and shredding the reflection of Tong Qian.

Very quickly.

Tong Qian's complexion changed drastically, he felt the skin tearing pain, cracking, and bleeding.

What was most unsettling was that his cries couldn't interfere with the ghost on the ground killing his own reflection.

"Making the shadow disappear can prevent ghost attacks," Xiong Wenwen loudly reminded at this moment.

This sentence essentially revealed the killing pattern of the ghost.

"I'll help you."

Huang Ziya had already reached Tong Qian's side, her dense black hair hanging down, covering Tong Qian's body, blocking the reflection beneath his feet.

The ghostly figure that emerged on the ground roamed around Tong Qian, covered in dense black hair, trying to attack but got to slowly peel away that hair.

Huang Ziya immediately felt the hair on her back being slowly pulled apart.

But she was controlling another ghost.

The next moment.

A blurry ghostly figure stood behind her, stretching out its gaunt and lengthy arms to embrace both Huang Ziya and Tong Qian.

This was Ghost Crasher, a ghost controlled by Huang Ziya, could either strangle a living person to death or embrace itself, forming a ghostly protection to block other supernatural damages.

Instantly, the sensation of her hair being touched abruptly stopped.

The attack could not succeed any longer, forcefully blocked by Huang Ziya.

Ghost Face cried, the sound echoed,

"You little brat, you think you aren't dying fast enough?" a sinister male voice growled.

This Xiong Wenwen prevented his attempt to kill Tong Qian.

The next moment.

Xiong Wenwen's reflection eerily appeared on the ground again.

The ghost that was entangling Tong Qian turned and moved towards Xiong Wenwen.

"Damn, bullying Daddy Xiong?" Xiong Wenwen was startled and quickly pulled out a bamboo tube, drawing a talisman.

Life!

The bamboo talisman was inscribed with a twisted font.

Immediately.

Xiong Wenwen's reflection on the ground quickly disappeared, as if it was affected by something, the reflection was obscured and could no longer present itself.

"Damn it." The sinister man was infuriated and felt like killing someone at that moment.

Undoubtedly, Xiong Wenwen held a supernatural object in his hand that could protect him from other supernatural harms.

"Hurry up and die, this is already the fifth wave of Tong Qian's cries."

Xiong Wenwen was still taunting, raising a middle finger.

"Oooo."

The echo reverberated back from the ancient house, accompanied by the cries emitted by Tong Qian's Ghost Face, creating the fifth layer of amplification.

This time, the cries seemed to reach a certain critical point.

In an instant.

Someone, while streaming tears, collapsed to the ground.

One, two, three, four... a total of four ghost masters perished instantaneously.

The sinister man was among them, crying and dying as he fell.

But in an inconspicuous place, two ghost masters desperately tried to break open a dilapidated door.

During the previous conflict, they had targeted the rookie ghost master named Li Yang.

Two against one, there was no reason to lose.

Indeed.

Li Yang fled.

He escaped into an inconspicuous small room in the ancient house and then the wooden door closed shut, no longer able to be opened.

The wooden door, already missing boards and incomplete, no matter how it was battered, it showed no response at all.

Moreover, supernatural powers also could not influence it.

A fragile door seemed to isolate everything.

"Thought it was a rookie we could bully a bit, didn't expect this guy to be so tenacious, hiding inside and refusing to come out. Something doesn't seem right in the hall, we should stop wasting time here, check the situation, and if it's not right, we withdraw."

A person blocking the door said uneasily.

Confrontations between ghost masters are always fierce.

They chased after Li Yang here also not wanting to get involved in that melee, to avoid dying from inexplicable supernatural forces.

"That makes sense." Another person agreed.

They didn't want to waste time here with Li Yang.

But just as they were about to leave, the battered wooden door creaked open again.

Inside it was dim, only a vague figure could be seen standing there.

"Hmm?"

A person immediately became alert, but then his expression turned to panic.

A tremendous pulling force came from behind the door.

"Damn it, this Li Yang, he's not just controlling one ghost." After realizing this, he tried to resist, but it was too late.

The person was instantly sucked into the door.

"Bang!"

The old wooden door closed, and all was quiet inside.

"Open the door."

The other person tried to rescue, but after bumping into it, he still could not shake the rickety wooden door.

After several attempts, the result was the same as before; he could not rush in to rescue his friend.But before he could try more,

The corridor echoed with that eerie cry again.

The cry had always existed before, but it didn't seem to affect much; however, this time it felt very wrong.

This person was crying at the corners of his eyes, showing a saddened expression on his face.

"How did I end up like this? This crying..." He reached out to touch his own tears.

Then, his expression froze.

There was no more movement.

"Creak."

The old door opened again, hitting the person.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud, now a rigid corpse.

In the room, Li Yang's figure appeared, while the person who had just been dragged in had vanished without a trace; then, he changed his expression and hid back into the room, closing the door.

This crying was already the sixth wave.

A ghost controller who managed two ghosts couldn't possibly block it.

It was now capable of killing almost everyone below the captain level.

The sixth wave of crying echoed in the ancient house, becoming a source of horror.

No one could survive under this crying sound.

Even Yang Jian felt a bit shocked.

Fortunately, he had now become an anomaly; this murderous pattern could not target him, otherwise, all the ghost controllers here might be killed by Tong Qian.

"Stop it, it's enough, it's too dangerous, I feel already affected," Feng Quan struggled to walk out from the old grave.

But after he came out, the old grave was still there.

Inside, there was a person buried.

A ghost controller named Wan Tong, codenamed Ghost Crasher.

Tong Qian used laughter to balance the surroundings, thus preventing her teammates from being attacked, otherwise, both Feng Quan and Huang Ziya would have been killed.

Xiong Wenwen was not affected; he drew a Life Talisman, which meant he wouldn't be killed by supernatural forces within ten minutes.

This made him confidently stand fearlessly in the middle of the hall.

"Is everyone dead?"

Tong Qian's crying stopped, and he glanced at the sprawled corpses in the hall.

It seemed that other than a few of them, there were no strangers standing anymore.

"It seems the result is similar to what was foreseen."

At that moment, Yang Jian returned, carrying a corpse, with his long spear by his side, pinning down a fierce ghost.

"The Pendulum Clock Curse is just that, although it was indeed dangerous, it was still within the range we could handle outside," Feng Quan nodded.

Xiong Wenwen said, "This is all thanks to Daddy Xiong's foresight. Without it, Tong Qian would have died followed by me, and then if that white-haired guy had killed one of us first, we would have lost three people, and the outcome would have been different, being wiped out was indeed possible."

"Those people really pick a place; this place doesn't work with the Ghost Domain," Feng Quan felt restricted and quite annoyed.

Yang Jian looked towards the deeper part of the ancient house, "It's not that it can't be used, but it is being interfered with. This kind of interference is strange, it's not suppression or even an effect, but the Ghost Domain can't affect some areas of this ancient house."

But what Xiong Wenwen said was correct.

If not for the foresight, losing three people would indeed result in a different outcome.

But that's not entirely correct either.

Because Yang Jian still held back, he had not fought with all his might.

"But we eventually won," Huang Ziya breathed a slight sigh of relief at this moment.

The process might have seemed easy, but she could feel the dangers involved afterward.

Yang Jian furrowed his brow; he wanted to say something.

But at that moment, a sound of a bell came from a location deep inside the ancient house.

It was the sound of a pendulum clock.

It seemed to indicate a specific time, as the pendulum clock was chiming.

"Something's wrong."

As soon as the bell rang, Yang Jian felt an indescribable sensation.

"It's not right, look, the bodies of the ghost controllers are disappearing..."

Suddenly, Huang Ziya pointed at a nearby corpse with a crying expression and said uneasily.

Yes.

In the quiet hall, the bodies of the ghost controllers they had just killed were disappearing.

Along with the ghosts inside their bodies.

It was as if they were being erased by something even more terrifying.

"This is impossible, even if the bell sound can affect the bodies, it should not affect the ghosts,"

Feng Quan guessed there was something wrong with the bell sound, but he didn't believe that the ghosts would also be affected by it.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered; he seemed to have thought of something and quickly took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

It was a pocket watch given to him by Wang Chaling before they came.

He had said that the time on the pocket watch was consistent with the time inside the ancient house.

However, now.

The time displayed on the pocket watch was six o'clock sharp.

But now, as the bell sounded, the time on the pocket watch was rapidly rewinding.

Five fifty, five forty, five thirty-five...

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The sound of the pendulum clock rang, stopping at five-thirty.

At this time point, Yang Jian and others were still walking on the street outside the ancient house, not yet inside.

"You, you guys are... Yang Jian?"

Suddenly.

Several people were walking towards the hall from the depths of the ancient house, one of them pushing a wheelchair, looking astonished.

The others around him were also familiar.

They were the ghost controllers who had been killed before.

"What a joke." Yang Jian's face looked a bit unsightly at this moment.

The time displayed on the pocket watch was five-thirty.

But the actual time 六点整 (note: this exact phrase was mistyped in the provided text), half an hour had been erased by the pendulum clock, as if it had returned to half an hour ago.

"Restart..."

Feng Quan also clenched his teeth at this moment, his expression somewhat fierce.

"How is this possible?" Both Huang Ziya and Tong Qian were also stunned.

The people they had just killed reappearing before them, how could they not be shocked.

Xiong Wenwen couldn't help but curse, "They're cheating, they're cheating, how can they play like this, this isn't right? Even though I, Daddy Xiong, like to play, I've never played like this."

"Yang Jian, let's go home, we shouldn't play with these cheaters."