Mysterious Revival

Indeed, as things evolved, even ordinary people began to sense the danger and terror lurking beneath the gloom of Dachang City.

It was not surprising that Wang Bin and his family would make such a decision.

Yang Jian was not a stingy person; when others came to him seeking help at the risk of danger, he would not easily turn them away.

"However, Uncle Wang, Auntie Wang, you need to be clear that this place is not absolutely safe, and I can't make any guarantees for you. Sooner or later, danger will find its way here, I hope you are prepared for that," Yang Jian said.

"Of course, of course," Wang Bin said with a smile.

As long as Yang Jian agreed, that was enough for him. He could tell that despite this neighborhood being somewhat remote, far from the city center, when he came around noon and took a look nearby, he noticed that many of Dachang City's big bosses had converged here, unbeknownst to him.

Not to mention, one could tell from the various luxury cars parked within the community.

"Then please sit for a while, I still have some things I need to take care of. If you have any requests, go find Jiang Yan," Yang Jian said.

He now had no time to look after others, as there was still a great deal he needed to deal with. After a brief exchange, he left them in the care of Jiang Yan.

Fortunately, his own relatives did not live in Dachang City; otherwise, there would be even more people to take care of.

Because of running around for several days and a series of actions, Yang Jian's current state was not very good. Besides fatigue, his body was also in a very delicate condition.

This time, to use the Ghost Domain under suppressed conditions and push the Ghost Eye Resurrection to a substantial degree, he had reached a point where control was almost lost.

Although he had now restored a balance.

But Yang Jian felt that in the coming period, he definitely could not arbitrarily use the power of fierce ghosts again.

"What a complete defeat," he said to himself.

In the bathroom, the warm water washing over him, Yang Jian couldn't help but let out a sigh.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He looked at his body, where some areas of skin had turned a certain shade of blue-black without his notice, especially on his shoulder, the spot grabbed by the Fourth-stage Ghost Infant. There, a distinct dark palm print had been left, identical to the one on Wang Shanshan's wrist, only larger.

The appearance of the palm print meant that he too had been cursed.

"With my current condition, any contact with a Fourth Stage Ghost Infant will lead to a dead end," he mused.

Yang Jian rubbed his somewhat bruised shoulder, his face grim as he looked at the unremovable dark handprint.

"The curse has been branded onto my body. Although I might be able to drive it out with the power of the Ghost Eye, I'm afraid I can't bear the cost of using the Ghost Eye right now. Although no ghosts have sought me out at present, it's only a matter of time. However, I have the Ghost Mirror, which gives me a chance at resurrection..."

Thinking about the Ghost Mirror,

Yang Jian glanced at a small gold box placed next to the bathroom.

Inside it was that dark brown piece of human skin paper.

The paper detailed a very dangerous method of controlling fierce ghosts, one which he would never have considered using under normal circumstances. But now, backed into a corner, any method was worth trying.

Including this one.

He stared at the human skin paper for a long time.

For some reason, Yang Jian had a strange feeling,

As if the words revealed by the skin paper were beckoning him to walk the path it had laid out for him.

It showed him the future events, which he had initially refused, but when a certain moment arrived, the outcome was exactly as it had revealed.

Was it psychological suggestion as described by science, or could it truly foresee the future?

Or perhaps... it could control your future.

"I'll rest for a few days, build the safe house, and secure an escape route. Then I'll consider other matters," Yang Jian finally looked away, deciding not to look at the human skin paper any longer.

Although this object was very eerie, quite a few people actually knew of the human skin paper's existence.

Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan, Miao Xiaoshan, and a few other classmates who survived had seen it, although they didn't think much about it. Jiang Yan had also seen it.

But Wang Xiaoming must never see this thing.

Wang Xiaoming had conducted in-depth research on fierce ghosts, and for the sake of a Ghost Coffin, he did not hesitate to alter files, ensuring no information leaked abroad. This meant that the existence of the Ghost Coffin could very likely change the current situation, but the human skin paper was even more special, being the only harmless and temporarily beneficial ghost to its user so far.

As Yang Jian worried and fretted over future problems,

At this moment.

In the hospital building they had previously explored.

"Bang~! Bang~! Bang~!"

The gloom hovered, and within the deathly still hospital, a sound of metal colliding, a knocking sound, echoed clearly.

The sound was steady, unhurried, like a machine at work, its rhythm unchanging. Anyone with experience could tell the frequency was not something a human could produce.

If you followed the sound deeper into the hospital, you would eventually find its source on the hospital's sixteenth floor.

It was a hospital room, missing half of its wall.

The knocking continued, growing louder, and the sound quality changed slightly. Now and then, a crack or snap could be heard as if something was being struck out of shape, even on the brink of shattering.

After an indeterminate time, a metal tearing sound, a harsh screech, marked the end of the noise.

From the darkness, the knocking ceased.

Everything seemed to return to peace, and the hospital once again fell into a dead silence.

In that room where the sounds had originated, a sturdy gold box had now lost its shape, and the sealed opening was now fully pried open.

It was empty inside.

At some point, a vague figure appeared, standing still in front of the glass wall next to the hospital room.

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Not, not motionless.

Below the dark silhouette's jaw, something was subtly squirming, as if a person was chewing on something difficult, somewhat straining, yet savoring every bite, what they were eating was so tough it seemed unchewable.

Suddenly.

Something fell from the figure's mouth.

It looked like crumbs of food.

But as they hit the ground, the dark, bluish gloom swirled around, revealing through a slight gap that it was a piece of black, curved fingernail twitching slightly at the joints, perhaps it was just an illusion.

After about half an hour.

The figure against the glass wall stopped its chewing, presumably having eaten something. Then, it reached out for a piece of clothing nearby.

It was an ancient shroud, seemingly out of place in the modern era, the sort old people might be buried in.

The gaunt body seemed ill-fitted for the garment, yet the figure seemed quite pleased, dressing slowly and carefully. When it was fully clothed, a strange smile appeared on the figure's reflection in the glass wall, revealing a row of fierce teeth in its mouth.

All was done.

"Tap, tap tap~!"

The sound of dress shoes on tile came, and the figure walked out of the hospital room, disappearing into the dark corridor.

In the place it had been before.

A brain, nibbled to an unrecognizable shape, rolled off a nearby hospital bed.

Through the dim light drifting in from outside, one could vaguely make out that the head appeared to be that of the previously deceased Ye Feng.

The head rolled into the murky bluish gloom, eventually consumed by it.

When the gloom dispersed, the head had also vanished.

Nothing was left behind.

Only the surrounding gloom grew thicker.

In the restroom of this hospital room, the body of Sun Yi, missing his lower half, lay cold, his blood now coagulated. His eyes were still open in death but he was destined to be forgotten, quietly decaying in this unnoticed corner.

No one would come to claim his body, no one would remember him.

Just like the severed arm left in the corridor outside the hospital room, though the gold watch on the wrist ticked away, the owner of the arm was gone.

These dismembered corpses and the blood on the floor bore witness to a horror beyond the average person's imagination.

And the horror continued.

Death still hovered over this city, spreading incessantly.