Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian, enveloped by the dense gloom, had just stepped out of the temporarily safe restroom when he heard footsteps converging around him and also saw a swaying figure in the dimness.

This was different from those controlled walking corpses he had seen in the mall before.

All of these were third-stage Ghost Infants, evolved from Evil Ghosts.

Although Yang Jian didn't speak, what he had said earlier was already heard by nearby ghosts.

So he was also a target for these third-stage Ghost Infants, but Wang Xiaoming had already taken this into account. He knew what Yang Jian was going to do, otherwise, he wouldn't have said that the first ghost to attack him would be the Source Ghost. Because Wang Xiaoming believed Yang Jian could handle these ghosts well.

However, 'handling' them ultimately only amounted to desperately fighting to make some space.

A bitter smile appeared on Yang Jian's lips,

It was a pity no one could see his helplessness.

He strained to open his heavy Ghost Eyes.

The familiar red world was not visible beneath the Ghost Eyes, and the suppression from other Evil Ghosts was still there.

But the Ghost Eye he was opening did not know this one.

Then, the second Ghost Eye emerged on his face, piercing his skin and releasing a faint red light, which stood out in this dim world.

A third Ghost Eye appeared on his hand, the red glow brightening a bit more.

Then a fourth Ghost Eye appeared.

Finally, the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh.

All the Ghost Eyes had returned to Yang Jian.

That uncontrollable, agitated Resurrection burst forth, ready to unleash all of its previous suppressions.

The eighth Ghost Eye suddenly opened.

The emergence of this eye signified that Yang Jian was gradually losing control over the Ghost Eyes. The Ghost Eyes inside him were nearing a state of Resurrection, only missing a little time, a bit of stimulation, and they would completely lose control, transforming into an unknown horror coming to this world.

With the appearance of this eye, red light emanated from Yang Jian's entire body,

Flowing out like bright, blood-red streams along the ground, slowly staining the surroundings crimson.

The Ghost Domain was unfolding.

It was a fight between ferocious ghosts.

At the crimson edge of the Ghost Domain, one could vaguely see pairs of cyan-black legs retreating slowly as if this area had become forbidden ground that even ferocious ghosts could not enter.

"Ah~!" Yang Jian's body seemed to be tearing apart, and he howled in agony.

The torture of ferocious ghosts' Resurrection was not something anyone could bear; many ghost practitioners were so tormented by the pain that they became numb and mentally disturbed.

A dire situation around them momentarily showed a glimmer of hope.

However, Yang Jian's condition had not improved.

The Headless Ghost Shadow at his feet now slowly rose and materialized behind him.

Without the suppression of the Ghost Eyes, the now free Headless Ghost Shadow would once again become an Evil Ghost that plundered other ferocious ghosts' bodies, and to it, ordinary people were merely bodies to be possessed at any moment.

Having controlled it for so long, Yang Jian became the first target of its attack.

The Headless Ghost Shadow extended its pair of ink-black hands as if to remove Yang Jian's head and place it upon its own neck, completing the missing head.

Yang Jian was aware, yet he ignored it.

If he were alone, he would have immediately pinned down this Ghost Shadow with the desiccated finger in his hand or even thrown human skin paper to devour it.

But right now, Zhang Han was with him.

"Damn it," Zhang Han was both shocked and angry as he rammed his back into the Headless Ghost Shadow, forcefully pinning it to the ground.

Remarkably, the incorporeal Ghost Shadow was struck down by him and held immobile on the ground.

What had knocked down the Ghost Shadow wasn't Zhang Han himself, but rather a pair of crimson, fleshless hands extending from his back, about to crawl out from under his skin.

At this moment, in this small hospital, too many ghosts had gathered.

This would become a potential terror threat.

But by then no one had the luxury of caring about that.

"Yang Jian, hurry, I can't hold on for too long," Zhang Han urgently shouted. He was terrified to discover that the black shadow he was holding down was slowly invading his back; the thing behind him was starting to become uncontrollable.

Damnit, what the hell was this thing.

"Can't hold on? You have to," Yang Jian gritted his teeth, bit off one of the Ghost Eyes on his arm,

Blood splattered, but it was all his own.

Then, with a gulping sound, he swallowed the Ghost Eye.

Eight Ghost Eyes were no longer sufficient; since it was a fight, it had to be fought to the end.

A Ghost Eye was swallowed up, and then another Ghost Eye revolved and grew at the site of the wound, but the one in the stomach remained.

This was a method given by the human skin paper to stimulate the Ghost Eye Resurrection.

The ninth eye.

A burst of red light suddenly erupted around Yang Jian, instantly enveloping the entire hospital ward and terrifyingly extending outward at an alarming rate.

Under the oppression of this dense gloom, he once again opened the Ghost Domain.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters... he surpassed his previous limits, and it was still expanding.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, it finally covered a range of a full kilometer before barely stopping.

This was still under the suppression of the surrounding environment; in a normal environment, who knows how terrifyingly large the Ghost Domain would expand.

The ghosts had vanished.

No.

Or rather, Yang Jian had completely isolated all the ghosts in the hospital outside the Ghost Domain. As long as he didn't leave the Ghost Domain, he was safe.

"Another eye wants to grow out," he said, now in the state of the Evil Ghost Resurrection, and he could feel some things.

Only one Ghost Eye was missing. Once the last one appeared, making ten in total, the Ghost Eye Resurrection would be complete. By then he would die, and the Ghost Eye would undergo some unpredictable change.

But now, whether the last eye would grow out was no longer under his control.

The agitation of revival continued, and the tearing pain persisted.

"That ghostly thing still not showing up?" Yang Jian decided not to control the Ghost Eye, letting it resurrect on its own; he was gambling with time.

Betting that the ghost would appear during the time of his own revival.

If it didn't show up, then he would lose.

However, even if he lost, he wasn't left with nothing; he still had the last bit of Ghost Candle. He would light this last bit of Ghost Candle to forcefully stop the Evil Ghost Resurrection. During this time, he would return to Guanjiang Residential Complex and resurrect with the Ghost Mirror.

This was his plan.

As for hanging himself in front of the Ghost Mirror, he hadn't considered it.

The risk was too great; it wasn't worth trying.

However, things went more smoothly than he had expected.

Suddenly.

An icy chill assaulted him as if something had forcibly entered the Ghost Domain. The sound of clear footsteps stopped behind him.

At this moment, all those third phase Ghost Infants derived from him were isolated outside the Ghost Domain. The thing that could have the ability to enter the Ghost Domain was undoubtedly the Source Ghost that Wang Xiaoming had mentioned. Continue reading on empire

"Yang Jian, behind you." Zhang Han seemed to have seen something, froze for a moment, his pupils widened in disbelief, and he let out an incredulous shout.

A cyan-black, stiff arm heavily rested on Yang Jian's shoulder.

Ice-cold, penetrating to the bone.

It made one's blood run cold.

Although Yang Jian felt a hair-raising sense of horror, he didn't feel fear at the moment; perhaps he had witnessed too many terrifying things, and his heart had grown stronger, or maybe in a true life-and-death situation, all negative emotions were cast aside, leaving only a desperate counterattack.

Although he had a backup plan, the danger of direct contact with the Evil Ghost still existed.

Without the slightest hesitation, he tightly clenched the eerie, withered finger in his hand, turned, raised his hand, and stabbed with all his strength.

He aimed to pierce this finger into the body of the ghost.

A finger that could even pin the Ghost Domain had a great chance of pinning this ghost.

Restricting the ghost's movement, would it not be easy to confine it?

The entity behind him did not dodge; it wasn't a living person who knew to avoid dangerous attacks.

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In the end, Yang Jian's withered finger successfully pierced through.

However, in the next moment, he was stunned.

This withered finger could penetrate even the asphalt road without damage, yet it failed to pierce the icy body before him.

An ancient garment, printed with the character for longevity, blocked the finger from going in.

Yang Jian realized something, shuddered all over, and raised his head.

He saw Ye Feng's dead, dark cyan face, and on this face, a pair of hollow, pitch-black eyes eerily gazed back at him.