Mysterious Revival

Chapter 885 - 852 The Wrong Time

"Creak!"

Inside the ancient mansion, a broken and incomplete wooden door was pushed open.

Li Yang peered out cautiously, only daring to step out after making sure it was safe outside.

"Is it over? There's no movement outside; it looks like we won, but that was expected. With the team captain here, those people could never be our match."

But when he arrived at the hall, Li Yang instantly realized something was wrong.

The entire hall was eerily empty.

There were no corpses of the dead, nor could he see Yang Jian, Tong Qian, Feng Quan, Xiong Wenwen, or any of the others.

The entire hall was silent and dim, with only Li Yang there alone.

"Could I have gotten lost?"

Li Yang's face changed instantly, quickly realizing that the problem lay with him.

It was impossible for everyone to have just vanished; the only possibility was that the others hadn't disappeared, but rather, he was the one who had.

He immediately stopped in his tracks, didn't wander any further, and began to recall the previous events, trying to find the cause and analyze the current situation.

However, as Li Yang recalled more and more, he found that everything he did was normal, without any problems.

Initially, he led two ghost manipulators away and hid in that small room.

There was nothing wrong with the room; it was just an ordinary room that had been abandoned, with neither fierce ghosts inside nor other ghost manipulators.

The only thing was that he had stayed in that room a little too long.

But that couldn't be helped.

At first, he dealt with one ghost manipulator, then to avoid Tong Qian's crying, he stayed temporarily in the room without coming out and used the Door-blocking Ghost's ability to blockade the room, isolating it from supernatural power.

The effect was significant.

Li Yang, staying in the room, wasn't affected by the crying.

"Something unexpected must have happened outside while I was locked in the room."

Li Yang thought to himself.

"Anyway, I should contact the team captain first."

Right away, he took out the satellite-positioning phone.

The phone showed there was a signal, which was good news.

Although the ancient mansion was very special, it didn't isolate signals.

The top-right corner of the satellite-positioning phone showed the current time: 6:26.

The call connected successfully, but soon a notification popped up: no signal on the other end...

"How could this be? I have a signal here; the team captain's phone should too. Could it be because the team captain's phone isn't a satellite-positioning phone?"

Li Yang speculated, then turned to dial Tong Qian's satellite-positioning phone.

Quickly.

The result was the same as before: no signal on the other end.

Seeing this, Li Yang frowned and put down his phone.

If one call didn't go through, and two didn't go through, then it was clear enough what the problem was; further attempts were likely meaningless.

"Since I've gotten lost in this ancient mansion, the most prudent method now is to ensure my own safety and leave this place first."

He glanced at the tightly closed doors of the ancient mansion.

Remaining here alone was very unwise, so Li Yang decided to leave first.

Li Yang didn't exit through the main door; he decided to climb out the window, leaping through the window without glass to avoid being subjected to an unknown curse.

Footsteps echoed in the quiet, empty hall.

Everything around was silent and dark; the air was filled with a coldness that seeped into the bones.

If one person stayed in such a place, their nerves would become overly tense and problems would arise.

Li Yang too was completely on edge.

Because he was quite certain that this ancient mansion likely had ghosts; even if there hadn't been any before, after killing so many ghost manipulators just now, fierce ghosts were probably resurging.

A resurged ghost and a controlled ghost were not on the same level.

You could easily take down a ghost manipulator, but once the ghost inside him fully resurged, you might not even have the chance to escape.

Luckily, there were no mishaps when leaving.

Li Yang reached the window and was ready to flip out of it.

However, just at this moment.

"Creak!"

The old and heavy door of the ancient mansion unexpectedly opened again, emitting a faint noise that, although soft, echoed throughout the quiet mansion.

Li Yang shivered.

He looked instinctively in the direction of the mansion's door.

At that moment.

Li Yang's pupils abruptly contracted.

He saw a woman in her thirties, dressed in clothing styles from the eighties and nineties, her body giving off an intangible appearance as if slightly transparent, unreal, and most eerily, the woman appeared in an inexplicable black and white hue.

It was as if an out-of-place black and white photograph had been embedded into the real world.

And this phenomenon, Li Yang had seen it before.

He had encountered something similar in Dachuan City with Yang Jian, in front of room 301...which was a ghost.

That was an old lady, but this was a middle-aged woman.

Different looks.

But the eerie feeling was the same.

"Don't tell me, a ghost walked into the ancient mansion from outside?"

This thought flashed through Li Yang's mind, startling him into not daring to move rashly.

After the ghost entered the hall, it stood in place, unmoving, rotating its stiff neck, those ashen eyes numbly surveying the surroundings as if looking for something.

"Not good."

Li Yang broke out in cold sweat upon seeing the ghost peeking around, and immediately thought of turning over and leaving this ancient house.

However, before he could act, he became stiff again.

For outside the window, he saw two decrepit old people, a man and a woman, standing by the window, holding hands and looking over with a strange expression. Their eyes were lifeless, like those of dead people, or like a portrait frozen in time.

"There are more outside?" Li Yang's pupils abruptly narrowed.

At this moment, he began to panic.

Three ghosts.

There were actually three ghosts appearing near the ancient house.

What exactly happened here, why are there so many ghosts all of a sudden? Why wasn't this discovered before, or did I now lose my way and stumble upon the true supernatural presence within the ancient house?

"Exit through another window."

The terrified Li Yang didn't dare to climb out while facing the scary eyes of those two elders, instead, he quickly retreated back inside.

He just hoped that he wouldn't trigger the murderous patterns of these three ghosts.

Otherwise, it might be difficult to leave alive.

Li Yang's luck seemed not bad; though the ghost in the hall shifted its gaze onto him, it did not focus on him. Instead, after a patrol, it continued deeper into the house.

After successfully avoiding the gaze of the couple outside the window, Li Yang climbed out of the ancient house and made it outside.

In the open space outside the ancient house, coffins of various ages were placed on the ground; some were propped against the walls. The styles and colors of these coffins differed; some were lacquered black, some red, and others were the color of natural wood, their gray hue due to long-term exposure.

"Those two old people disappeared?"

But when Li Yang turned to look back at the window, the old grandpa and grandma, the pair of terrifying elders, had vanished.

"Was it just my illusion... or did those two ghosts leave?" Li Yang felt incredibly nervous at the moment.

He was now on his own.

If he was indeed attacked by those vicious ghosts, it was highly likely he'd be killed.

However, just at that moment.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The sound of a clock striking the hour seemed to be right on time.

Li Yang was startled and checked the time on his phone.

6:30 AM.

Meanwhile, in another time slot.

At the entrance of the ancient house.

Yang Jian, Feng Quan, Tong Qian, and others came out of the Ghost Domain.

They checked the time.

"It's exactly six o'clock again, and the clock has begun to chime, but this time it seems it hasn't restarted; time is continuing to move forward," Yang Jian stared at the old pocket watch in his hand.

The hands didn't move backward but kept advancing.

6:05 AM, 6:06 AM...

"The clock chimes every hour on the hour, but the reset doesn't happen every time. Is someone controlling it, or is it random?" Feng Quan frowned.

Yang Jian returned to the hall, attempting to locate the grandfather clock by following its chimes.

However, the attempt to locate it failed.

The sound of the clock echoed through the ancient house, making it impossible to determine where exactly it was coming from, only vaguely guessing that the clock was somewhere deep in the house.

It seemed finding and dealing with the clock would be a challenge.

But thinking about it, that made sense.

If so many spirit manipulators within the ancient house hadn't located the clock, it certainly wouldn't be easy for him to find it by chance.

"Notify Li Yang to regroup; six o'clock has passed, we can make our move now. Let's kill them once more, and I want to see if these people can come back to life again," Yang Jian said.

"What about this ghost?" Tong Qian glanced at the odd corpse still being nailed down under Yang Jian's feet.

Yang Jian said, "We didn't bring a containment vessel, Feng Quan help me out here, bury this ghost."

Feng Quan nodded, not uttering a word, and approached the nailed-down fierce ghost.

His body started to disintegrate, dropping clumps of grave soil.

Soon enough, an old grave was piled up.

The old grave buried the fierce ghost.

And at that moment, Feng Quan moved and stepped away from the old grave.

Yang Jian pulled out the Coffin Nail.

The old grave remained silent and still, creating a form of suppression.

Feng Quan's grave soil inherently could suppress fierce ghosts, but a certain amount and height had to be piled up; otherwise, the fierce ghost would burst from the grave.

Now that Feng Quan, who controlled three ghosts, could maintain his body by using parts from Ghost Skeletons as long as he kept one head outside not buried by grave soil, he could ignore the cost of such a revival.

"Let's take care of business first, and deal with the ghost in this old grave later," Yang Jian said after taking a brief glance to ensure there were no abnormalities before proceeding with his actions.

"We still need to kill that white-haired guy first, can't be ambushed by him, or somebody will die," Xiong Wenwen reminded.

Yang Jian replied, "Alright. Let's take him down first."

Saying so, he moved towards the location where Liu Baimu had previously been.

The shadows at his feet gradually spread towards the surroundings.

He held the cracked golden spear in his hand, using the Firewood Knife's characteristics to trigger the medium.

Immediately.

The figure of Liu Baimu appeared right before his eyes.

Without hesitation.

Yang Jian raised his hand and swung the blade, aiming for the lingering shadow left by Liu Baimu's medium.