Mysterious Revival

"Impossible."

Yang Jian's eyes widened when he saw the face that was the spitting image of Ye Feng's; he couldn't help but shout out.

The same shock that had been on Sun Yi's face now replayed on his own.

Ye Feng, who had been missing for several days, actually met him again in this manner.

No.

This definitely wasn't Ye Feng.

But if this wasn't Ye Feng, how could this person be wearing Ye Feng's shroud? That was the ghost from Ye Feng's body, which he had encountered several times before; it was impossible to mistake it.

Unless there was only one possibility...

This was the fourth stage of the Ghost Infant.

Although he didn't understand why a ghost had taken Ye Feng's place, there was no need to think too much about it at this moment.

Either way, it must be dealt with first, or if the combined form of many ghosts couldn't be contained, he would definitely die here.

But now came the problem?

How was he to deal with such a nearly perfect ghost?

Never mind that the Ghost Shadow had already lost control, even if it hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to invade the shroud, not to mention that it wasn't Ye Feng controlling the shroud now, but a ghost. The side effects of the Ghost Revival were absolutely ineffective.

Even as Yang Jian hesitated to think for a moment.

The ghost with a face identical to Ye Feng's, now tinged with a blue-black hue, started to move again. Its movements were not quick, even somewhat slow, but to anyone, this type of horror was unprecedented.

"Crack, crack, crack~!"

Its jaw seemed dislocated, making a series of bone-cracking sounds.

Afterward, the ashy-mouthed gaped open violently, as if something was forcing it open.

A stench of decay washed over him, and within the lips of this thing, teeth that were grotesque and fierce crisscrossed in an unsettling arrangement.

Seeing these teeth, Yang Jian immediately remembered the bite marks on the severed arm he had seen on his way here; it was this thing that had bitten it, and apart from this ghost in front of him, no other Ghost Infants had teeth—they consumed humans by swallowing them whole.

And Yang Jian had seen these teeth before.

They belonged to the second ghost inside Ye Feng's body.

These bizarre teeth could even bite through the Ghost Domain, but the cost of using them was too high; even Ye Feng himself rarely used them. Now, however, that they had fallen into the hands of the Ghost Infant, combined with the shroud, it was simply despair-inducing.

The mouth was now split to an unimaginable extent, a putrid smell of decay washing over, the ghost looking as if it wanted to bite off Yang Jian's head and eat it alive.

Yang Jian was startled; without thinking further, he struggled fiercely to free himself from the stiff, dark blue hand, then crouched down as low as possible to dodge, narrowly escaping the bite.

Perhaps because they were within his own Ghost Domain, both the Ghost Eye and this ghost were suppressed; certain aspects had not been fully revealed.

Incredibly, his ordinary human body had managed to break free and successfully evade.

The deceased Ye Feng bit down on the Ghost Domain instead.

The scarlet Ghost Domain was brutally ripped open, and a dark, bluish haze seeped in through the tear, rapidly darkening the surroundings again.

"Yang Jian, let's go, we can't win," Zhang Han was trying hard to control the uncontrollable Ghost Infant, but he wasn't Yan Li; he didn't have the kind of Ghost Blood that could subdue the Ghost Shadow, and he was starting to feel the Ghost Shadow gaining control over him.

Seeing Yang Jian's failure chilled him.

"We can't run anymore; my Ghost Domain is out of control, and even I can't leave it now. It was a desperate gamble from the start; who thought so much? I've got to risk my life one more time."

Yang Jian's face was covered with cold sweat as he backed away frantically, hoping the ghost wouldn't follow immediately, giving himself a slight chance.

He took out the Ghost Candle for the last time.

He pinned all his hopes on it.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Using the Ghost Candle to suppress the ghost and create the last opportunity.

"I'm about to lose control; the shadow has invaded my body, it is controlling my ghost," Zhang Han yelled desperately.

A bloody arm had already reached out from his back, gripping his neck.

Despite his efforts to control it, he felt the ghost was about to strangle him to death.

"Give me a minute, no, thirty seconds, hold your breath if you have to, but hold on for me."

As Yang Jian shouted, his hands trembled as he lit the golden lighter to ignite the last bit of the Ghost Candle.

There was about ten centimeters left of the Ghost Candle.

It looked as though it could burn for another ten or so minutes, but the Ghost Candle burnt faster the more, and the fiercer, the ghosts around were; this small amount probably wouldn't last two minutes.

"Huff~!"

The Ghost Candle's sinister Ghost Flame ignited within the blood-red Ghost Domain at this moment.

The flame, as if fueled by gasoline, rose in an irrational manner, burning fiercely.

"Let's go again."

Clutching the Ghost Candle, Yang Jian once again tightly grasped the withered finger and charged forward.

But before he could take a step,

the Ghost Candle eerily shortened by a section.

Ten centimeters reduced to less than five.

Yang Jian looked once, and to his horror, discovered that there were bite marks on the Ghost Candle, and the Ye Feng-looking ghost in front of him was slightly moving its lips, chewing on something.

Good heavens.

This ghostly creature had actually eaten half of the Ghost Candle. Find exclusive stories on empire

This special Ghost Candle, capable of blocking any ghostly attacks, not only didn't make the ghost recoil but was also being treated as food to be devoured.

Had its level of horror reached a point where all methods were unable to suppress it?

But no matter what, there was no turning back at this time; even in death, he had to make this last stand.

Yang Jian, with his heart pounding, looked at the remaining Ghost Candle in his hand—it was still burning, but the rate at which it was doing so was truly alarming.

The remaining was estimated to last less than a minute before going out.

With the Ghost Candle that could go out at any moment, he rushed to the front of the ghost.

The fire from the Ghost Candle seemed affected, giving off a feeling of an imminent explosion, and its burning speed became even more terrifying.

The green Ghost Flame enveloped the ghost, which seemed to have stopped moving; even the wriggling mouth had ceased, suggesting that the Ghost Candle still had a bit of suppressive effect on other ghosts, or perhaps it had a stomach upset from eating the Ghost Candle and wasn't feeling well.

Yang Jian, clenching his teeth, stabbed the withered finger toward the Ye Feng-looking ghost once again.

This time, he avoided the shroud and targeted the creature's neck.

But he understood that if the shroud worked, stabbing anywhere would be pointless—the ghostly wind would block any attacked area in advance, leaving no blind spots.

So now, he could only gamble, betting that the last burst of light from the Ghost Candle could still suppress the numerous ghosts surrounding them.

On the withered finger was a section of pitch-black, curved nail—cold and hard.

At that moment, this strange nail pierced the neck of the ghost before him smoothly like a small knife, tearing open a slit, and entering without resistance.

"Pfft~!"

It was like stabbing into a piece of dead flesh.

The withered finger, save for the last segment of the knuckle, plunged entirely into the dark green skin and flesh, piercing the ghost's throat.

Though ghosts could not be killed, the throat was still a vulnerable spot on the human body; if this move didn't succeed, then there was nothing more to say.

"It went in." The desperate move was smoother than expected.

By the time Yang Jian realized what had happened, he had already let go of his grip, involuntarily stepping back a few paces.

"Huff~!"

The last bit of Ghost Candle had not yet completely burned out, but the flame on it was rapidly shrinking, and the once ferocious burning had slowed down.

It seemed that this change signaled that the true danger had passed.

"Will it work?"

Staring at the now green-black-faced Ye Feng, Yang Jian's forehead was covered in cold sweat; he was trembling all over, uncertain whether it was from nervousness or terror.

The thing before him didn't move again.

If it could still move, that would mean the action had failed, and everyone present could only announce their death.

"Yang... Yang Jian, don't worry about this, come help me," urged Zhang Han at that moment, his face red with strain, emitting a difficult cry for aid.

Two hands were clamped around his neck at this moment—his own and a bloodied Ghost Hand stretching out from behind.

Both hands seemed out of his control, attacking him.

"Damn it." Yang Jian glanced at the last bit of Ghost Candle, his expression suddenly changed, and he rushed over in haste.

Zhang Han absolutely could not die, at least not at this time; his death would let a fierce ghost loose, initiating another nightmare, and Yang Jian was already in no state to deal with anything else.