Mysterious Revival

This was a bathroom in the ward.

Although small, it was crowded with several people.

The ceiling light in the bathroom emitted a ghastly white light, bringing a glimmer of brightness to this bleak world.

Zhang Han sat on the ground with his back to the bathroom door, looking very ill.

Fresh blood was dripping steadily from his back.

A blood-drenched body lay behind him, continuously struggling to break free, even attempting to attack him several times, but something seemed to be restraining it, preventing it from detaching from his body.

Zhao Kaiming stood there with a somber face.

Behind him, someone could vaguely be seen facing the wall and the darkness beyond, their back turned towards the rest.

Sun Yi was lying on the ground at that moment, covered in blood with an exceptionally pale complexion; his lower body was completely missing. Despite being bandaged up and having received some emergency care, if he didn't get help soon, his condition would become dire, and bleeding out wasn't out of the question.

"He won't live much longer," Zhao Kaiming said coldly, his voice carrying a hint of sadistic pleasure. "Bitten by that thing, he lost half his body immediately, even the ghost that was inhabiting him got stripped away. Without the support of the ghost's power and relying on the mere vitality of a human, he won't last."

"That thing is too ferocious. The ghosts inside you are no match for it at all. Even risking the resurrection of fierce ghosts only barely helps you cling to life. Even if you survive the initial onslaught, it's pointless."

Zhang Han's lips twitched, not out of fear, but because of the torment and pain inflicted by the ghost on his back.

Zhao Kaiming continued, "However, compared to those other guys, he's in better shape. The others were outright killed, without even a chance for their ghosts to revive. Who knows what will happen once those Ghost Infants get their hands on the ghosts from their bodies—that's a potential massive danger."

"We have no chance of turning the tables now; we can only wait for death," he said grimly. "Once we die, there's no one left to resist these things, and they will ravage Dachang City unchecked."

"What are you trying to say with all this?" Zhang Han asked, looking at him.

Zhao Kaiming gave a faint sneer, "I have a way that could help you survive, treacherous though it may be, but it's better than just waiting to die. I wonder if you're willing to work with me."

Zhang Han paused for a moment.

In a situation like this, he actually said there's still a way to survive?

"What's your plan? Let me hear it, and I'll consider it," Zhang Han said.

"My plan is... Wait, someone's coming," Zhao Kaiming replied, cutting himself off as he suddenly saw a sinister candlelight flickering outside the bathroom door.

It was the light from the Ghost Candle.

"Yang Jian? That kid's still alive? He even dares to come over for support," he said, furrowing his brows immediately.

As the door pushed open.

Indeed.

Yang Jian entered the bathroom holding the Ghost Candle, with Wang Xiaoming by his side.

"The most dangerous person survived," he thought somberly upon seeing the unharmed Zhao Kaiming.

He had previously guessed that an unseen ghost had been following Zhao Kaiming all along.

Now, it seemed that this speculation was almost confirmed as true.

"Hoo~!"

The flame of the Ghost Candle burned even more fiercely at this moment.

In the darkness behind Zhao Kaiming, where the candlelight could never reach, there seemed to lurk an unknown, great terror.

"What use is it for you to come now? Most are already dead, and those left are useless. This operation has failed," said Zhao Kaiming with a sneer.

Yang Jian said, "If I hadn't acted separately, there would have been no chance of victory. Now at least, we still have some capital to fight with."

"How do you plan to fight with these few people?"

Wang Xiaoming replied, "There's always a way. Yang Jian is right; we now have some capital to fight with. All we need is a chance and some luck. However... Sun Yi is not going to make it. Although this is a hospital, I'm sorry to say, I lack the necessary medical equipment and blood plasma to save you."

At this moment, Sun Yi lay on the ground, gasping for air. He was soaked in cold sweat, and perhaps, at the threshold of life and death, he felt no fear of the vengeful spirits.

Yang Jian walked over, crouched down beside him, surrounded by the blood flowing from his wounds. The situation was indeed very bleak.

"You're dying. Do you have any last words? Or is there an unfulfilled wish you want to tell me about? If I survive, I might be able to help you."

"Yang... Yang Jian."

Sun Yi suddenly grabbed his hand with unexpected strength and said with a ghastly laugh, "I've known I was going to die for a long time. I'm not very capable. Even becoming a ghost controller, I knew I wouldn't live for long, so I've already written my last will and left it at home. As for a wish, there is one."

"What is it?"

Sun Yi coughed violently, spitting out blood as he spoke, "That is... after I'm dead, I won't be able to draw my salary anymore. You know, my mortgage isn't..."

Before he could finish, his voice abruptly stopped, and his eyes quickly lost their vitality.

Overcome by his grave injuries, he let out his final breath.

Yang Jian watched him die before him and fell silent.

"Sun Yi is dead?" asked Zhang Han.

"Yeah, he's dead."

Zhang Han said, "Does that mean we're next? Maybe we won't be as lucky as last time."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"We don't need luck, only strength. How long can you hold on?" Yang Jian asked.

"I'm not sure. I might be the next one to die in the next attack," said Zhang Han.

Yang Jian said, "Really? If that's the case, then I'll have to initiate the revival of the vengeful spirits. Let's see if the two ghosts inside me can hold off these Ghost Infants and that Source Ghost. There is only one opportunity, and that is to drive this finger in my hand into the ghost's body, pin it down, and then imprison it." Discover more content at empire

"How confident are you?" Zhao Kaiming asked, his expression shifting.

"That depends on whether the ghost gives me the chance. If it doesn't show up, and it only plans on wearing us down with these Ghost Infants, then we'll have no chance. Zhao Kaiming, I know your ghost is special, but at this time, I hope you don't mess things up. Otherwise, before dying from the spirit revival, I will make sure to kill it first," Yang Jian said, turning and staring intently at him.

Zhao Kaiming said, "You're misunderstanding me. I haven't done anything. It's tough enough for me to have made it this far. My ghost is special, but it's more for self-protection. I won't be able to help you when the time comes."

"I don't need your help," Yang Jian stated.

"Good," replied Zhao Kaiming.

Wang Xiaoming said, "There's not much of the Ghost Candle left. We'd better start soon, or once the Ghost Candle goes out, those Ghost Infants will begin to attack you. Your chances of success will become even slimmer then."