Mysterious Revival

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"Why did Zhao Kaiming tell me all this? He could have chosen not to reveal so much information to me."

"Moreover, his attack on me seemed more like a test to assess my abilities, rather than a desperate, do-or-die attempt to succeed. Otherwise, he would have clung to me tenaciously, using the appearance of the Source Ghost to drag me to my death in the school. After all, if he could enter my Ghost Domain, it means he could let other Ghost Infants in as well."

Yang Jian frowned.

He vaguely felt that Zhao Kaiming’s verbosity was a deliberate attempt to remind him, to disclose the secrets of the ghost by his side and to warn him to be on guard.

Since when was this guy so kind-hearted.

"However, according to what he said, he wants that ghost to seize the Hungry Ghost’s body for resurrection. It seems that the plan is going smoothly... But even if that ghost succeeds, it doesn’t matter to me. To me, it’s all the same, still having to deal with the Hungry Ghost, just with a switch of identity. There’s no difference."

Yang Jian thought for a moment, and since it had no impact on his actions, he decided to leave it be.

But he was very short on time; now that Zhao Kaiming was confronting the Source Ghost, if he could get that Coffin Nail before Zhao died, he might be able to benefit as the opportunist.

Just a few seconds.

Yang Jian had appeared on the pedestrian street, exactly where he had fled from the school.

Very precise.

"Let me see exactly where that door is."

Yang Jian’s gaze shifted, his world turned blood-red, then with a flash of red light, a school building abruptly materialized in front of him.

He now stood at the school gate, facing the situation of No. 7 Middle School.

This was the simulation of the scene in the Ghost Domain, so he could find the original path.

"My current position is at the original school gate, no mistake, there’s Wang Shanshan, here’s Zhang Wei, over there Miao Xiaoshan... and here’s where I was." Yang Jian identified his location by replaying the scene.

"Starting now, I’m going back to that third-floor restroom."

Through the Ghost Domain, Yang Jian could change positions at will. He crossed the school playground, which in reality was passing through an alley, turned towards the teaching building, which in reality was passing by a road.

Arriving at the teaching building was in fact standing in front of a temple.

The Hongfa Temple in Dachang City.

He went up three flights of stairs, which were actually climbing the temple steps.

Standing at the restroom door, in reality, he was standing in front of the temple’s main gate.

"The real location is in this temple?" Yang Jian was stunned.

It seemed far-fetched, but this method of scene replay for navigation should not possibly be wrong, and if there were any deviations, they couldn’t be far off, at most around ten meters.

"I’ve been to this Hongfa Temple several times before, it’s a small temple, and it doesn’t seem to have that door."

"No, it’s below."

Yang Jian found a basement under the Hongfa Temple through the Ghost Domain. Inside the basement, he also saw a few people hiding from disasters, which seemed to be a secret area known only to insiders of the temple.

Of course, he also saw that door.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian walked in, directly entering the basement.

The basement’s style did not seem to be built in modern times, using very old blue bricks.

At the end of the basement was the door.

An old wooden door.

But at this moment, he saw the old wooden door covered with gold foil, tightly closed, relocked.

"Someone has been here," Yang Jian thought to himself.

With gold foil on it, his Ghost Domain could not interfere. He could only tear it off to open the door and go inside.

"Who, who’s there?"

As he was taking action, a voice echoed from the dim passage.

A bald man in plain clothes, alerted by the noise, came towards him with a flashlight in hand.

"You, what are you doing? Let go immediately, that door must not be opened. My goodness, how did you sneak in here?" The bald man was visibly startled upon seeing Yang Jian’s actions.

Yang Jian turned and said, "Master, do you know what’s behind that door?"

He recognized the bald man, a familiar face from the temple he had seen a couple of times when he visited in the past.

"Don’t ask so many questions, come here quickly."

The Bald Master’s face had turned pale with fright, as if he knew there was something dreadful inside.

However, Yang Jian did not stop but continued ripping off the gold foil; "I need to retrieve an item that will contain the ghost haunting Dachang City and resolve this supernatural incident."

Hearing this, the Bald Master paused in his steps: "You want to take the Demon-Subduing Pestle?"

"Demon-Subduing Pestle? No, the Coffin Nail," Yang Jian replied.

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However, after thinking for a moment, he realized that the two objects were similar in shape and closely resembled each other. It was possible that the "Demon-Subduing Pestle" the Bald Master spoke of was actually the coffin nail, just referred to by a different name.

"If you take that thing away, something extremely terrifying will come out," the Bald Master said.

Yang Jian said, "If I don’t take that thing, the whole Dachang City is doomed. Master, you know quite a bit, can you tell me who mentioned this?"

"I can’t tell you that. Are you sure you want to take that thing to save Dachang City?" the Bald Master asked.

Yang Jian said, "Very sure, and I don’t have time to explain to you anymore. You can’t stop me. Master, you might as well save your concerns."

The Bald Master’s expression changed, and finally, he let out a long sigh, "Then I won’t stop you."

Yang Jian paused for a moment, looking at the monk, feeling that he knew something.

The architectural style here, as well as the era, bore some resemblance to the dilapidated house from the Republic of China Period in Guanjiang Residential Complex.

It was unfortunate that the old man guarding the house from the Republic of China Period had died, leaving no one behind to carry on. Otherwise, it would have certainly been possible to uncover some unknown secrets.

"Once I’ve dealt with the situation in Dachang City, I’ll have time to come back and have a chat with you," Yang Jian said as he ripped off all the gold foil and gently pushed.

The door opened.

The lock broke automatically.

A cold wind blew through, raising goosebumps on the skin, seeming to drop the surrounding temperature by several degrees in an instant.

"Young man, be careful. It’s very dangerous inside there," the Bald Master said, trembling with fear.

"Got it," Yang Jian said and walked straight in.

He had been here once before and didn’t feel scared.

Indeed, his guess was right.

A familiar place.

An desolate, lifeless dark space.

Behind him was only one moldy, moss-covered cyan wall.

Any ordinary person who walked into this place would certainly be scared to death.

"The scratch marks are still there, there’s no mistake, this is the place."

Yang Jian turned his head and saw the wall, marked with numerous ferocious scratches with blood remnants, which, although already blackened, appeared to be only a few months old from the traces and not that ancient.

These scratches were left in desperation by Duan Peng and Zheng Fei, whom he had brought in for revenge.

Drip, drip!

The sound of dripping water echoed in the dark space.

Quiet, faint, yet so distinct, especially clear in the dark environs.

Yang Jian didn’t rely on his own eyes to see; everything was pitch black and unclear, so he simply opened his ghost eye.

Under the ghost eye, the surroundings were no longer dark, everything became clear.

A bone-chilling tree, rooted in the ground, had many strange things hanging from it: dried-up human heads, old pieces of cloth... and a three-meter-tall giant black silhouette was nailed to the trunk of the White Bone Tree.

It had the outline of a human but none of the features, just a black shadow that had condensed together, somewhat resembling the Headless Ghost Shadow.

But it was different from the Headless Ghost Shadow.

This thing had a physical form.

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A rusty coffin nail pierced through the chest of the tall black silhouette, nailing it to the tree.

The dripping sound came from black blood continuously dropping from that wound.

"I never thought I’d come back here one day," Yang Jian said as he saw the spot where the giant black silhouette’s head should be.

There was a gap there, as if it was missing an eye.

He knew that releasing this thing could possibly be terrifying, but now he had no other choice; he urgently needed the coffin nail.

To gather some intelligence, he first took out his phone and took several photos of this thing, so he could show them to Wang Xiaoming for research later on, in case they encountered it again without knowing how to deal with it.

"I really don’t know whether it’s right or wrong to release this thing to deal with the Hungry Ghost," Yang Jian thought, hesitant. Yet, he still reached out for the coffin nail.

But just as he was about to touch it, he paused, turned around to the door, and picked up several pieces of gold foil that had been torn off earlier, deciding to wrap the thing up first.

Through the gold foil, Yang Jian grabbed one end of the coffin nail.

Perhaps because the gold foil insulated it, he felt no particular sensation in his body when he touched the object.

Having mastered the Ghost Shadow, Yang Jian simply pulled it out with a single motion. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The coffin nail which had been nailing the giant black silhouette was successfully removed without any impediment.