Mysterious Revival

After thrusting his withered fingers into the neck of the ghost, Yang Jian didn't even have the time to wait for the outcome. He had to make use of the last flicker of the Ghost Candle to deal with the aftermath; otherwise, even if he succeeded, he and his people would still die, rendering the entire endeavor meaningless.

He felt the agitation of his body's recovery come to a halt.

Not only did the Ghost Candle's flame suppress other ghosts, but it also suppressed the resurrection of his own Ghost Eye.

His final eye still failed to emerge in the end.

As long as it didn't fully recover, there was still a chance for him to regain control, especially since he had previously mastered two ghosts and could just barely maintain equilibrium.

Rushing to Zhang Han's side, Yang Jian didn't try to rescue him first. With his own strength, he was definitely incapable of prying off those bloody hands. Instead, he looked directly at the pitch-black shadow under Zhang Han.

The last bit of the Ghost Candle's flame still danced.

Seizing the time while it was still suppressed, Yang Jian deliberately made contact between the Ghost Eye in his hand and the Ghost Shadow.

He felt one eye being stripped away, moving from his body into the Ghost Shadow.

This separation was extremely brief.

As a Ghost Eye was stripped away, Yang Jian felt his body lighten considerably. Meanwhile, the last flicker of the Ghost Candle's flame was completely extinguished.

The suppression disappeared.

The Ghost Shadow lost control again, but by then, it was too late. A Ghost Eye had already entered the body of the Ghost Shadow. Without a body of its own, the Ghost Shadow couldn't possess the Ghost Eye, unless it took over Zhang Han's body. At that time, the Ghost Eye would no longer be a suppressant but a body part gifted to it.

One could say, it was an extremely dangerous moment then.

If Zhang Han died, the Ghost Shadow became uncontrollable, possessed Zhang Han's body, then usurped Zhang Han's ghosts before seizing his own Ghost Eye.

An unknown terror would emerge once again.

This horror would certainly be no less than that of the recent encounter with Ye Feng, and potentially even surpass it.

At that time, Yang Jian could declare with pride, just before death: "See that ghost? It's impressive, right? Yep, I raised it."

And then, other ghost tamers, upon contact, would hesitate not one bit to curse Yang Jian's ancestors for eight generations.

At that moment, a sinister eye on the pitch-black Ghost Shadow emitted a red glow, slightly limiting the uncontrollable Ghost Shadow.

But it wasn't enough.

To restrain this thing, at least five Ghost Eyes were needed.

Ignoring the extinguished Ghost Candle, Yang Jian hurried to transfer the Ghost Eyes onto the Ghost Shadow, using these eyes to firmly contain the entity while also reducing his own burden, allowing the bulk of the consequences of the ghost's revival to be borne by the Ghost Shadow. In this way, he could barely recover to his previous state.

The process was somewhat perilous, but fortunately, the Ghost Shadow had no brains, and the one it attacked was Zhang Han.

Zhang Han, who had also mastered two ghosts, was not so easily controlled and could still struggle and resist. If the Ghost Shadow had turned to attack him, Yang Jian, in his current state, would most likely die.

When Yang Jian's fifth Ghost Eye successfully transferred to the Ghost Shadow, everything was settled. Read chapters at empire

The open Ghost Eyes were like five nails, pinning the Ghost Shadow to the ground, immobilizing it.

At the same time, the black shadow gradually peeled away from Zhang Han's body, preventing it from acquiring a physical form.

Zhang Han felt the thing controlling him vanish, and he immediately released his arms, gasping for breath and coughing violently.

He had almost strangled himself just moments ago.

If he had died like that, he would surely become the butt of jokes among his peers in the future.

"Did it work?"

Zhang Han rubbed his neck, which was in terrible pain, and his voice was hoarse.

"Don't know, can only say the situation is stable for now. As for the rest, we'll have to wait and see."

By then, Yang Jian also felt his physical condition start to recover.

But he still had four eyes left on his body.

It was uncertain how many more times he could use the power of the dreadful ghost. Once the Ghost Eye revived, relying on the Ghost Shadow would probably not be enough to withstand it.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

This time, Yang Jian had almost pushed himself to the limit.

Zhang Han glanced over at the motionless Ye Feng and let out a sigh of relief: "It seems to have worked. Otherwise, it would have started attacking you by now. What on earth is this ghost thing, and why did it take Ye Feng's appearance and seize control over the two ghosts that belonged to him?"

"Who knows? But I have a feeling this matter isn't over," said Yang Jian.

Beneath the sight of his Ghost Eye, Yang Jian saw things that Zhang Han couldn't.

Outside the Ghost Domain, those third-stage Ghost Infants that had gathered were still not dispersing. Although they were motionless, it was simply because there was no target in the vicinity, not because they were restrained by capturing Ye Feng.

The horror continued...

"Hurry up and pack up this damned thing, then leave this place," Yang Jian said. "Where's the container?"

Glancing around, he spotted the gold casket on the trolley.

Without hesitation, he pushed the trolley into the Ghost Domain and then approached the dead body of Ye Feng.

"I'll help you." Zhang Han had felt better by now, and immediately stood up to help Yang Jian move Ye Feng's corpse.

Even though the body was motionless, it still instilled fear in them.

Because once this body started moving, it would want to consume people.

"Yang Jian, should we take off this shroud? It's too dangerous to leave it on this ghostly thing. I suggest we store it separately, at least not let the fierce ghost wear it. Otherwise, next time we might not be able to deal with it," Zhang Han said with a headache upon seeing the shroud.

Yang Jian's gaze flickered slightly: "That makes sense."

"Don't remove it yourself; this shroud is quite peculiar. We can't afford any more trouble now. I'll use Ghost Shadow to take it off."

The shroud had brought him too much trouble.

Whether worn by the living or the dead, it was a hazard.

Controlling a Ghost Shadow to condense into a pair of hands, he tried to untie the shroud, attempting to pull it off the fierce ghost.

However, just as he had unfastened a button of the shroud, the dead Ye Feng's hand moved slightly, and a pair of pupil-less eyes began to move, looking towards Yang Jian.

"Damn," Zhang Han was startled and quickly retreated several steps.

Yang Jian's expression grew serious: "It seems we can't touch this shroud. I suspect that the shroud and the Ghost Tooth are maintaining a balance. Once it is removed, the remaining Ghost Teeth would be completely controlled by the fierce ghost, and a ghost controlled in such a way is the same as being fully resurrected. This finger probably won't be enough to suppress it."

"Then let's just pack it up for now and study it later," Zhang Han said.

"That's the only way," Yang Jian agreed.

Although it was regrettable not to remove the shroud, for the sake of safety, they had to give up the idea.

They rebuttoned the shroud on the deceased Ye Feng to minimize the risk of revival and together, they stuffed his cold, rigid body into the casket.

The gold-made casket was spacious enough; it was originally prepared for a fierce ghost, so accommodating a single corpse wasn't an issue.

After the body was placed inside and the casket closed, they temporarily sealed it. Ideally, they would weld it shut completely if conditions allowed.

But there should be no problems.

The fierce ghost had already been suppressed. Placing it in the casket was merely an additional precaution, ensuring that it would remain confined even if the finger became ineffective in the future.

"Phew, finally done. That thing was terrifying," Zhang Han said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. "By the way, how is the professor? I hope he's alright. He better not be dead, because if he is, then the mission assigned to us would be ruined."

"Wasn't protecting Wang Xiaoming Zhao Kaiming's and my mission? How come you, who is not from headquarters, also have it?" Yang Jian asked.

"There's a deal," Zhang Han whispered.

"..." Yang Jian replied, "I'll check."

He himself did not know whether Wang Xiaoming was dead or alive since the situation earlier had been perilously dire to pay attention to anything else.

With four Ghost Eyes embedded in him, that gloomy atmosphere couldn't obstruct his vision.

He could see everything around him clearly.

Soon, he spotted Wang Xiaoming in the restroom.

He was unharmed.

Sitting with his eyes closed next to the corpse of Sun Yi, he waited for fate's arrangement.

But Zhao Kaiming had disappeared at some point.

"When did Zhao Kaiming leave here, how could he have gone under those circumstances?" Yang Jian's expression changed.

At the same time, he had a vague sense that Zhao Kaiming seemed to be plotting something in secret.

Otherwise, why would he get involved in every mission? And not only get involved but do nothing, like an invisible man.

"Can't worry about that now. My Ghost Domain won't last much longer, and if we keep draining it, I'll be doomed once the Ghost Eyes revive. Since Wang Xiaoming is not dead, let's take him with us and leave this place," Yang Jian said.