Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian, Leuk San, Shen Lin.

The three captains are using different methods to investigate the paranormal truth, determine the location of Ghost Lake, and find the source of this supernatural event.

And they are all very close to the truth, only lacking a bit of time.

At this moment.

Yang Jian watched Wang Shan, who was sitting in a chair with his feet soaked in a foot bath, waiting for the murder pattern to be triggered.

Wang Shan knew well that doing so might attract the attention of a vengeful ghost and then get killed, but he still showed no fear because this was the only purpose for his appearance in this world once again.

After altering memories, he had no other thoughts, only focusing on completing this task well.

Defying death is a taboo.

But at certain times, Yang Jian didn’t mind touching this taboo; however, he was also very restrained. If he were a bit crazier, he could turn the entire Dachang City into his people.

“The middle-aged man who died in this hotel room was sitting on the bed soaking his feet at the time, which means he didn’t have many things he could do. Therefore, I think that after meeting the first condition, the method to trigger the second condition should not be particularly complex.”

Yang Jian said to Wang Shan.

Wang Shan said calmly, “That’s true, but I have already tried some things just now, like drinking a bit of this murky water, and thinking about Ghost Lake, ghosts, and death in my mind. However, unfortunately, just thinking did not trigger the murder pattern of Ghost Lake.”

“But I tend toward sleeping; I think falling asleep has the highest chance of being attacked by a vengeful ghost.”

Yang Jian said; “Then give it a try.”

Wang Shan nodded, closed his eyes, attempting to fall asleep.

Yang Jian didn’t urge him, just quietly awaited the result.

No danger appeared at present. He had plenty of time to try slowly; he just didn’t believe that sleeping was the condition for triggering the murder pattern of Ghost Lake.

With his eyes closed, Wang Shan did not fall asleep. He needed a bit more time.

If it still doesn’t work, Yang Jian might use a physical method to hypnotize him into sleeping.

But as Wang Shan closed his eyes and tried to sleep,

the feet soaked in the murky water felt a chill spread throughout his body along the skin. It might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but soon, Wang Shan felt particularly comfortable and constrained, as if his whole body had relaxed, creating an illusion of complete relaxation and freedom from any pressure.

Besides, it also seemed extraordinarily quiet around, with not a bit of noise, only the peaceful sound of his own breathing by his ears.

This feeling, unprecedented, was enjoyable and mesmerizing.

Yet Wang Shan still didn’t sleep, just indulged in this indescribable sensation.

But just as Wang Shan was absorbed by this strange feeling, suddenly, unknown when, the sound of water began to appear beside his ears.

Rustle…

The sound of water went from far to near, like faint waves rising on a calm lake, soothing to hear, making people feel relaxed, even preventing them from pondering why lake waves could be heard in a hotel room.

Wang Shan didn’t mind it at all,

as if this sound appeared reasonably and naturally.

But as time continued.

The sound of waves on the lake became gradually louder, so loud that it even turned into noise.

But Wang Shan still didn’t hear it, remaining lost in that inexplicable feeling.

“It appeared.”

However, Yang Jian, standing beside him, had been observing Wang Shan’s situation all along. At this moment, he noticed that the water in the basin at Wang Shan’s feet began to ripple and weirdly churn, bubbling metronomically.

And this was just the beginning. After a while, the murky tap water seemed like invisible hands, reaching out and covering Wang Shan’s legs.

Very soon,

Wang Shan’s legs were all wrapped up by the murky tap water, which continued to encroach upon his upper body.

Swiftly,

the pace reflecting an escalating trend.

“He has triggered the vengeful ghost’s murder pattern.” Yang Jian stepped forward. Instead of waking Wang Shan, he raised Ghost Hand and struck.

Crash!

The water enveloping Wang Shan’s body was knocked off, splattering everywhere.

However, the void space was quickly refilled, with the gap being plugged by water again.

The swallowing continued, reaching Wang Shan’s chest.

“Wang Shan,” Yang Jian called out, trying to wake him.

Yet Wang Shan hadn’t slept; he suddenly opened his eyes, coming to clarity; “I didn’t sleep, did something happen?”

Even saying that, he was still reminiscing about the mysterious feeling in his mind.

“Look at your condition.” Yang Jian said.

Wang Shan looked down and immediately widened his eyes. He was being enveloped by a mass of water: “How can this be?”

He tried to stand up, but it was like being trapped in deep water; he couldn’t move freely. No matter how much he tried, the murky water kept consuming him.

Yang Jian remained expressionless but immediately asked, “What happened when you closed your eyes?”

“Just after closing my eyes, I didn’t fall asleep. First, I felt a bit of cold, a bit of a chill, and then I felt very comfortable like soaking in a hot spring, indescribably relaxed and pleasant, and then faint sounds of waves filled my ears, those sounds grew louder… but at that time, I was already engulfed by that peculiar sensation, so I didn’t notice it.”

Wang Shan, calmly recalling everything he experienced, described in great detail.

Yang Jian squinted his eyes; “So the murder pattern isn’t sleeping, but closing eyes? Or perhaps closing eyes for long?”

“I feel that going on like this would be very dangerous. We’ve roughly explored the situation now; I think I can end my task.”

Wang Shan looked at the mass of water about to engulf him.

It had reached his neck, no, his chin now.

Yang Jian remained cold, unmoved; “Your task is not over yet; you haven’t found Ghost Lake, this is just the beginning. You needn’t fear death; after death, I’ll bring you back to life again.”

To Yang Jian, there was no necessity to save someone like Wang Shan, who was just a tool person.

He was already a dead person, merely revived using Supernatural Power, and the purpose for the resurrection was for this mission.

Wang Shan looked at Yang Jian, without any complaint, just nodded; “I understand.”

Then, that mass of muddy water covered his whole body, submerging his head.

At this moment, he hadn’t suffocated yet, but as the murky water rolled, Wang Shan mysteriously disappeared.

He was no longer in the hotel, his whereabouts unknown.

After Wang Shan vanished, the mass of murky water splashed down with a crash, dropping back into the basin, not a drop spilled outside.

“Gone?”

Yang Jian’s Ghost Eye stared at the spot where Wang Shan disappeared.

At the moment when Wang Shan vanished, he vaguely glimpsed a lake, a massive shadow flickering for a moment.

This is a place that cannot be easily investigated, only when guiding the living does it intersect momentarily with reality, leaving a trace that the Ghost Eye glimpses, but it’s just for a second, too brief. If Yang Jian hadn’t been watching, he might not have noticed at all.

“That is Ghost Lake.” Yang Jian realized.

He found it.

At the same time.

Inside a silent apartment building in the city.

The corpse wrapped by the paper figure of Leuk San stopped struggling, after which the paper figure of Leuk San suddenly opened its eyes.

His eyes were peculiar, not his own, but those of the female corpse, with white pupils, extremely eerie.

The paper figure slowly stood up, once again heading to the bathroom, then without any hesitation, immersed itself in the bathtub full of murky water.

At this moment.

The paper figure of Leuk San was descending into the water.

The bathtub wasn’t large, nor was it high, yet the murky water seemed endless as he kept sinking, sinking.

One meter, three meters, five meters… this was already beyond two stories high.

The bathtub simply couldn’t do this because it defied all common sense.

This situation could only mean one thing.

Leuk San was no longer in Zhongzhou City; he used the bathtub as a medium to descend into some supernatural place.

At this moment, the female corpse closed its eyes, replaced by a pair of paper eyes.

“This is the bottom of a lake.” Leuk San struggled to move his body, trying to rise to the surface.

The water was very deep, very deep.

If it were an ordinary person, they might have drowned before reaching the surface.

But he wasn’t an ordinary person; he was just a paper figure, able not to breathe, eat, or sleep.

So, the paper figure of Leuk San started to ascend gradually.

He succeeded.

Accompanied by a splash, Leuk San emerged from the water, seeing clearly his surroundings.

This is… a lake.

A not-so-big, yet very special lake.

This lake was calm, but occasionally it would ripple, however, with everything around being dark and with little light, this lake seemed especially dim, especially black like an abyss.

“Ghost Lake, found it.”

Leuk San floated on the surface, but soon, he began sinking rapidly.

Even though he was a paper figure, he remained powerless.

He hadn’t fully explored, yet he was submerged at the lake bottom once more.

This time he tried various methods to rise, but was powerless, all means were ineffective here.

The paper figure of Leuk San was sinking deeper.

Yet the deeper he went, the brighter the lake water became, not dark at all.

At this time, he saw immersed in the lake water, densely packed corpses, male and female, of all kinds, neither floating nor sinking further, just staying there.

All the corpses were soaked pale, bloodless, but all had their eyes open, bizarrely staring at Leuk San who just descended.

“These are the victim bodies of the Ghost Lake incident.”

However, Leuk San didn’t remain here, he continued sinking.

After sinking a few meters, the corpses disappeared.

In the middle, there was a blank area, without corpses floating.

But as he continued descending, leaving that blank area, there were new corpses.

These corpses were few, and their clothing appeared very old, not modern-like, seemingly belonging to the sixties or seventies, or even earlier eras.

“That is Cheng Haw.”

Suddenly, Leuk San’s eyes widened, seeing a familiar man in this area.

Cheng Haw.

The person in charge of Zhongzhou City.

Now he was dead, floating in the water, hair scattered, skin pale, eyes hollow.

Leuk San wanted to look more.

But he realized his body was falling apart.

The yellow paper sticking to his body was soaked and scattered, like layers of skin peeling off.

His own supernatural power was heavily affected and interfered with, unable even to maintain a normal human shape.

Soon.

All the yellow paper scattered, and the paper figure of Leuk San disappeared.

But amidst the yellow paper, a female corpse emerged.

After the female corpse appeared, it didn’t continue sinking, instead began ascending, but after reaching a certain height, stopped, motionless in the water.

Around this area were many corpses, all female corpses.

Just as the paper figure Leuk San disappeared.

Within Ghost Lake.

A new unexpected visitor arrived.

A young man appeared in the lake water, seemingly killed by a supernatural incident.

Yet at the moment this young man drowned.

Suddenly, the young man changed appearance.

Shen Lin’s form emerged.

“Is this what you experienced before your death? So this is… Ghost Lake.” Shen Lin looked up at the surface.

He quickly emerged from the water.

Strangely, Shen Lin showed no signs of sinking, instead leaving the water, standing on the lake surface.

Shen Lin seemed like a special existence, as though hardly affected by Ghost Lake.

“Since the lake appeared, where is the ghost?” He examined all around, continuing to search.

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