Mysterious Revival

"Fortunately, the danger of the Ghost Rope isn’t great, perhaps because it has just revived. If it were not a corpse hanging on it, but a ghost instead, the danger would probably increase several levels."

"But, in the end, there was danger, yet no harm done."

Looking at the Ghost Rope now inside the bag.

The influence of Wang Yue’s death due to the revived fierce ghost was temporarily resolved, preventing the impact of this supernatural event from spreading further.

Otherwise, if the Ghost Rope had been drifting throughout Dachang City, it could have brewed a major incident.

But now...

Yang Jian looked at the gradually darkening surroundings and immediately frowned, his body on high alert.

"The Door Knocking Ghost is here, there’s no need to clash with it to the death here, I’ve already achieved my goal for coming," he said.

He immediately turned around and walked towards Tong Qian.

At this moment, Tong Qian was holding the Ghost Candle, its eerie candlelight providing the only gleam in this dark city. The darkness had utterly enveloped the area; once you stepped out of the candlelight’s range, the outside world would be pitch black, any light devoured.

Even if someone turned on a flashlight, the light would only extend a few meters, unable to illuminate the darkness that was creeping in.

"Give me the Ghost Candle, gather the survivors, we need to leave," Yang Jian said as he took the Ghost Candle.

Tong Qian nodded and gathered the remaining survivors.

"Everyone, get within the range covered by the candlelight; I’m about to blow out the candle," Yang Jian instructed.

"Nearby, there seems to be someone else," Tong Qian said, looking uncertainly at the empty road.

From the distant darkness, she could hear footsteps approaching, as if someone was coming this way.

"Not someone, Ghost Slaves, and there are quite a few of them," Yang Jian narrowed his eyes.

She couldn’t see clearly, but he could see very clearly.

On that dark shrouded road, figures with pale faces, lifeless eyes, and like corpses were slowly approaching from the dark, moving closer to this place.

Just one glance revealed at least a dozen people of all different appearances.

Yang Jian even spotted some old classmates, like Qian Wanhao, Duan Peng, Zheng Fei... but now they were no longer human; they had all become Ghost Slaves, driven by the Door Knocking Ghost.

And as the darkness approached, the number of Ghost Slaves he saw in his eyes was growing.

He estimated there were already over a hundred of them.

"How many people has this old ghost controlled? Does it intend to turn everyone it kills into its Ghost Slaves?" Yang Jian felt a chill.

If that were the case, it would be truly terrifying.

"Yang Jian, it’s about time; nearly everyone has assembled. These are the only people left, as some have already scattered," Tong Qian reported.

Yang Jian saw that only a dozen or so survivors remained.

The resurrection of the Ghost Rope had frightened quite a few people away.

Having lost sight of Yang Jian and the others, they were now lost within the Ghost Domain, and Yang Jian had no time to look for them one by one. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Get ready, then. The moment I blow out the Ghost Candle I will take you away from here. In that instant, you will also be attacked by fierce ghosts, so at that time, you’re on your own. If you’re unlucky enough to be left behind, it’ll just be bad luck," Yang Jian said coldly to the shivering survivors huddled under the candlelight.

Within the Ghost Candle’s influence, his own fierce ghost power was suppressed; therefore, he had to blow out the Ghost Candle in order to use the Ghost Domain and leave this place.

Hearing this.

The remaining survivors became even more terrified.

"It’s here." Just then, Tong Qian suddenly sensed something and looked in a direction.

Out of nowhere, an old face, covered in death spots and wrinkles, emerged from the darkness and was reflected in the eerie candlelight. Those hollow, deathly still eyes devoid of any sign of emotion, were like those of an old corpse that had appeared out of thin air, giving anyone who looked a fright.

"Ah~!"

A survivor let out a scream of terror.

But Yang Jian was unmoved.

It was just the Ghost Candle casting light on the Door Knocking Ghost; it still hadn’t stepped into the range of the candlelight.

However, with the Door Knocking Ghost drawing near, the burning speed of the Ghost Candle increased significantly.

From the beginning until now, a full third of the Ghost Candle had burned away.

This was somewhat regrettable to Yang Jian.

However, most of the Ghost Candle’s consumption was not because of this Door Knocking Ghost, but because of the ghost under the street lamp.

"We will meet again in the future," Yang Jian stared at the old man in the black long robe outside the candlelight, his expression solemn.

Actually, that old man wasn’t the only one around.

In reality, they were surrounded by ghosts on all sides, with countless pale faces turning towards them, a crowd surging, but invisible to the others.

Once the Ghost Candle went out, the horde of ghosts would swoop in and tear the crowd to shreds.

"Huff~!"

At that moment, Yang Jian sharply exhaled, and the Ghost Candle in his hand instantly extinguished.

The eerie candlelight disappeared.

Everything was enveloped in darkness.

"Tap tap~!"

From all directions, crowded footsteps echoed.

Pale hands stretched out from the darkness, reaching for the nearest survivors.

Even the old man was advancing again with his stiff steps.

And at this moment,

A red light, piercing through the oppressive darkness like thick ink, emerged.

The red light burst forth from Yang Jian’s body, swiftly spreading out and covering the surroundings.

The next moment.

The red light flashed and then vanished into the darkness.

Gone, too, were Yang Jian, Tong Qian, the remaining survivors, and a nearby car.

The darkness completely took over the place.

But one could clearly hear several mournful cries echoing in this darkness.

Fear, helplessness, despair, collapse.

Some left, but some were forcibly kept by the ghosts, remaining within the Ghost Domain.

There was a gap of a few seconds between the extinguishing of the Ghost Candle and the opening of the Ghost Domain.

It was during this interval that more survivors fell victim.

Here and now,

On a deserted street.

Red light flashed.

Yang Jian and the others appeared out of thin air on the road, where everything seemed much the same as before.

The only difference was that it was a little less eerie and chilly here; streetlights were on and stars and moonlight were visible in the sky, no longer dim and pitch-black.

"Where is this?" Tong Qian was confused for a moment.

"Still in Dachang City, just outside the range of the Ghost Domain,"

Yang Jian said, "I have completed my mission this time; the follow-up is up to you, the criminal police officer. The rest is beyond my responsibilities."

After scanning the surroundings and confirming everything was as it should be, he opened the car door, gathered up the Ghost Candle and Ghost Rope, and then started the car, preparing to leave.

"Wait, you’re just going to leave like this?"

Yang Jian said, "What else do you expect? It’s past eight o’clock; I need to get some sleep, and they have work tomorrow. Everyone’s busy, you know."

Tong Qian’s expression changed, and then she asked, "How can I find you if I need to?"

"Ideally, you wouldn’t find me at all, not if there’s trouble or otherwise."

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jian said, "Go back to the city you’re in charge of. Don’t come to Dachang City anymore; it’s too complicated here for you to handle. And I advise you, try to control a second ghost as soon as possible to delay the revival of the fierce ghost. Don’t get involved in meaningless supernatural events."

"I admit you have a sense of responsibility and compassion, but I see no hope in you, only despair because you won’t live long. A person who won’t live long has no hope to speak of. You may think I’m selfish, but people who aren’t selfish don’t live long in this world. Everyone has only one life; I believe the life of a ghost controller is more valuable than that of an ordinary person.

You figure it out for yourself; that’s all I have to say."

His words were a well-intentioned warning.

He simply didn’t want to see another Zhou Zheng, who died in the line of duty during a supernatural event.

It was a tragic thing.

Having said that, he stepped on the gas and drove away.

Tong Qian watched Yang Jian leave, lost in thought.

Then she looked at the survivors.

There were fewer than ten left.

Clearly, several more had died during the escape.

In the face of such supernatural events, ordinary people had no chance of survival; there was no room for resistance.

Had Yang Jian not led them out, even Tong Qian herself would have died.

After pondering for a moment,

Tong Qian snapped back to reality, took out her satellite phone, and made a call, "Mission failed, I’m sorry the Door Knocking Ghost incident in Dachang City is unresolved... and I’ve used too much ghostly power, the revival of the fierce ghost is not far off. I would like to apply for the second ghost control proposal; my qualifications should be enough."