Mysterious Revival

The rusty Coffin Nail was held tightly in his hand, making Yang Jian feel as if he was grasping the last hope of Dachang City, heavy with significance.

He believed that this thing would certainly be able to restrain the Source Ghost.

If not, then Dachang City really was beyond salvation, and even if he had the ability to face the Source Ghost directly, it would still be impossible to imprison the ghost.

"After removing this Coffin Nail, what should be done with this thing..." Yang Jian looked at the three-meter-tall shadow still clinging to the White Bone Tree.

There was no movement for the time being.

He didn’t know if it was due to being constrained for too long that it fell into some kind of slumber, or if the thing wasn’t as terrible as imagined.

No matter.

He could take care of this end but not the other.

Now that Dachang City was on the verge of becoming a living hell, he’d focus on getting past the present crisis first,

Without paying it any further attention, Yang Jian turned around and left.

Outside the door, the Bald Master was still anxiously pacing back and forth, waiting. Upon seeing Yang Jian emerge, he immediately asked, "What’s the situation inside? Are there really Evil Ghosts? Is that the Demon-Subduing Pestle in your hand?"

"There’s no need to explain too much to you, Master. Close this door immediately and stay away from this place. I can’t guarantee the thing inside won’t leave there. Right now, I have more important things to do." Yang Jian knew taking away the Coffin Nail made this place very dangerous.

But that was the only option now.

After he finished speaking, he directly left using his Ghost Domain.

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The Bald Master, witnessing Yang Jian suddenly vanish before his eyes, was startled at first but quickly, shivering, hurried to close the door again.

However, when he shone his flashlight inside, he froze.

Behind the wooden door, there was no longer a pitch-black room, just an old wall of bluestone bricks.

The eerie place from before seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"I’ve seen a ghost," the Bald Master grew more panicked.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian, having taken the Coffin Nail, immediately hurried back to No. 7 Middle School. With his Ghost Domain, such a distance was practically nothing.

"Ten minutes, it only took ten minutes from the moment I left No. 7 Middle School to my return to take the Coffin Nail. I wonder how Zhao Kaiming is doing? Has he managed to hold on during this time?"

As Yang Jian arrived at the gates of No. 7 Middle School, he held the rust-streaked Coffin Nail, ready to begin the formal confinement action. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

But the campus of No. 7 Middle School had undergone changes different from before.

The Ghost Infants that previously stood densely packed and motionless in the schoolyard had now all disappeared.

Yes.

He hadn’t seen it wrong. Yang Jian scanned the surroundings and astonishingly found not a single Ghost Infant.

"Many things I don’t know about must have happened in the time I was away," Yang Jian speculated darkly in his heart.

"Has the Source Ghost left? Or did Zhao Kaiming’s plan succeed?"

He carried this doubt with him.

He needed to search carefully.

With newfound confidence, Yang Jian was no longer so sneaky. He opened all the Ghost Eyes he could and spread his Ghost Domain out from a range of ten meters.

From ten meters, to twenty meters, then to thirty meters... in the suffocating atmosphere of the surrounding area, his Ghost Domain could only reach a circumference of one hundred meters.

This was the limit.

He delved deeper into the school, beginning a systematic search. He had to find the Source Ghost, as he could not afford to keep wasting time.

"What’s that?"

Suddenly, Yang Jian’s expression changed, and he vanished on the spot, reappearing instantly in a classroom on the top floor of a teaching building.

An satellite tracking cellphone was placed on the teacher’s desk in the classroom.

At that moment, the cellphone was repeatedly playing a message, "Yang Jian, if you’re hearing this voice message, my plan has already succeeded. It’s in the school. Do you have a way to deal with that thing?"

"Did that guy leave this for me on purpose, knowing I would come back?" Yang Jian frowned, walked over, and shut off the recording.

The plan succeeded?

Did that mean that Zhao Kaiming’s ghost had been resurrected through the body of the Hungry Ghost?

The two ghosts had merged into one.

"Tap, tap tap~!"

Just then, Yang Jian heard a series of footsteps coming from the corridor outside, like someone wearing leather shoes passing by, the footsteps exceptionally clear.

"What?"

Yang Jian’s face changed abruptly, and he looked in the direction of the corridor.

Within his Ghost Domain, he could see what was happening in every corner, yet he couldn’t see the person—or rather, the ghost—in the hallway.

No, it was that ghost.

"You’ve got to be kidding me. My Ghost Domain has been forcefully entered, and I still can’t see that thing?" A chill ran through Yang Jian.

He immediately stepped out.

There was nothing in the corridor, which was still shrouded in red and within the coverage of his Ghost Domain.

However, there was now a line of pitch-black footprints on the floor.

In the Ghost Domain, these footprints were particularly conspicuous, but as soon as he saw them, they quickly faded away.

Tracking the remaining footprints, Yang Jian deduced that a ghost had come this way, closing in on him.

An invisible ghost.

"The Source Ghost?" Yang Jian tensed up all over.

Indeed, Zhao Kaiming’s plan had succeeded, causing an unforeseen change in the Source Ghost.

Now, it was unclear whether the entity was the Hungry Ghost or an unknown ghost possessed by Zhao Kaiming.

The only certainty was that the thing was right beside him.

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It was just that he couldn’t see it himself, not even the Ghost Domain or the Ghost Eye could be detected.

The Terror Level had already far surpassed Yang Jian’s.

"The Ghost Domain is being eroded..." Suddenly.

Yang Jian felt his Ghost Domain, which he had expanded to a hundred meters, rapidly shrinking.

Dark cyan miasma spread over, continuously pressing against his Ghost Domain, and the speed was shockingly fast. In just a short moment, his Ghost Domain had shrunk to only fifty meters, and it was still decreasing.

"Once my Ghost Domain is completely eroded like this, it’s very likely I’ll die here. Without the Ghost Domain, it’s very difficult to leave by walking."

Yang Jian’s complexion wasn’t too good.

Although he had anticipated the horror of the Source Ghost, it was only after he truly faced it that he realized this all-around suppression was enough to make one despair.

Fortunately, he wasn’t worried about the resurrection of the Evil Ghost anymore; otherwise, there would have been no chance of winning at all.

"I must think of a way to resolve the current situation," he began to think rapidly.

Yang Jian knew about the changes that occurred in a Fourth-stage Ghost Infant, but after that Hungry Ghost, many unknown changes had happened. The so-called patterns were likely invalid now, and with Zhao Kaiming’s plan succeeding, this supernatural event had become quite complicated.

Yang Jian estimated that any Necromancer from around the world, if picked randomly to face this supernatural event, would probably kneel before it.

But then... looking at the rusty Coffin Nail in his hand.

Yang Jian still had a chance to win.

Just one move, and this supernatural event would be completely resolved.

"Lure it in."

After a moment of hesitation, Yang Jian decided to actively shrink his Ghost Domain.

Maintaining a range of just one meter around himself.

If that ghost could enter his Ghost Domain, then as long as it came inside, he could strike back.

In the first encounter, Yang Jian felt he could still hold on.

The next moment.

The dark cyan miasma rushed at him, as if to devour him.

But as it made contact with the one-meter range around Yang Jian, it stopped, as if there was an invisible wall blocking it, cutting off that final step.

The red light around him was as dense as blood, looking almost equal to the ambient miasma.

After maintaining the Ghost Domain at this small range, it seemed not so easily eroded anymore.

But Yang Jian saw that strands of dark cyan miasma from outside were still drifting in.

"So I’m still affected like this? If the area covered by this dark cyan miasma counts as a Ghost Domain too, then this Ghost Domain is much stronger than mine," he thought without fear, choosing to wait for his prey like a hunter lying in wait.

The moment the Evil Ghost attacked him would be his chance to counterattack.

This was the only way to catch that invisible Source Ghost.

Around him, the silence was terrifying.

There wasn’t a single sound, the whole world had fallen into a deathly stillness.

Yang Jian stood still, unmoving, using himself as bait to lure the Evil Ghost into the trap.

He knew that the Evil Ghost wouldn’t let him go because the Ghost Eye on him was what the Evil Ghost needed, and its earlier appearance was the best proof.

With the dark cyan miasma invading the Ghost Domain.

The cold around him seemed to become ever more chilling.

Silence, coldness, darkness, a horrifying ghost lurking around.

In such an environment, it wasn’t a person’s courage that was being tested, but their willpower. Even a Necromancer might break under such a life-or-death trial.

Yang Jian’s face was expressionless, showing not the slightest fear, standing like a corpse, totally still.

Ten minutes passed.

Apart from the initial footsteps that had appeared, there was no other movement.

Twenty minutes passed, and still not a sound around him.

Thirty minutes passed, and the Ghost Domain around Yang Jian had gradually become dimmer; the invading dark cyan miasma was increasing.

"Is that thing trying to wear me out? Does it want to deplete my Ghost Domain, or does it sense the threat of the Coffin Nail and feel cautious?" Yang Jian frowned deeply.

This prolonged silence was unusual.

"I’ll sell it a flaw; the bait isn’t tempting enough, it might not fall for it. It will choose the safest way to kill me."

Yang Jian felt that dragging this out wasn’t the solution, so he completely wrapped the Coffin Nail in his hand with gold foil.

If the Evil Ghost could sense the threat of the Coffin Nail, then maybe this could block its perception.

He actively started to shrink the Ghost Domain even more.

Slowly proceeding.

From the range of one meter, he started to decrease to half a meter...

And in the miasma that Yang Jian couldn’t see, just less than two meters behind him.

A human silhouette stood deathly still.

It was wearing an old shroud, and underneath it, a pair of rotten-looking dark cyan hands had a bizarre finger that was grotesquely withered and different from the others.

On its emaciated body, its belly swelled like a beer belly, and vaguely, you could see something writhing inside, like heads rolling or a human face screaming.

The dark cyan face of the dead, rigid and numb, a pair of black eyes without pupils eerily watched ahead.

If one looked closely, they could tell.

This person was... Zhou Zheng.

The Necromancer who had died at No. 7 Middle School, killed by the Ghost Infant, Zhou Zheng.

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