Mysterious Revival

The six-layer Ghost Domain, even the supernatural is affected.

Although the terrifying ghost isn’t enough to completely halt its actions, delaying its movements is already enough for Yang Jian right now.

“The biggest threat is Sun Ren, but the one who deserves to die the most is Lok Sheng. As the person in charge of Da’ao City, he actually wants to team up with others to kill me.” The scarlet eyes on Yang Jian’s body restlessly rotated.

The ghost eyes are the only presence in the six-layer Ghost Domain that remain uninfluenced.

At this moment, after scanning around, the ghost eyes finally locked onto Lok Sheng. Compared to the more threatening Sun Ren, eliminating Lok Sheng seemed more important.

The next moment.

Yang Jian vanished from the spot, using the Ghost Domain to relocate himself.

One second… two seconds.

Only two seconds, very brief.

The influence of the six-layer Ghost Domain had already ended.

It wasn’t due to lack of support, but because there was no need.

Immediately.

The surrounding red light receded, and everything in the VIP room returned to normal. The previous attack continued unabated.

But Yang Jian was no longer there.

“Yang Jian is gone, he disappeared?”

Like a wax corpse, Zheng Yijing suddenly halted. His blackened eyeballs slightly turned and discovered Yang Jian was no longer in sight, as if he had vanished into thin air just a moment ago.

“This is room 707, Yang Jian can’t get out…”

Sun Rui said, but his words were abruptly cut off when the corner of his eye caught something.

He noticed that the previously nailed-down rotting corpse on the wall had now fallen to the ground.

The cracked long spear that killed it had also disappeared.

“He… he is behind you.” The cowardly Zhang Zhi pointed with a face full of terror behind Zheng Yijing and Sun Ren.

With a sudden shock.

The two of them immediately looked back.

At once, their pupils couldn’t help but constrict.

At this moment, Yang Jian stood beside Lok Sheng, but in his hand, he held a dead man’s head, and beside him stood a headless corpse. The corpse was gushing blood, with red threads incessantly spilling out, extending towards the severed head as if trying to reattach it, appearing extremely eerie.

“When did you make a move on me?”

Lok Sheng’s head continued to stare at Yang Jian, both alarmed and enraged. He wasn’t dead yet, living thanks to the Supernatural Power he possessed.

Even though Yang Jian had severed his head, he could still survive despite the separation.

“Some things are hard to explain to you, but you make me uneasy, so ending you first seems more prudent. As it turns out, you’re not easy to kill, still alive even after this.”

Yang Jian said expressionlessly, the Firewood Knife in his hand dripping with blood.

Disassembling the body, suppressing with the Ghost Hand, yet still failing to kill that head.

“But I’m really curious if you can still live after being nailed with a Coffin Nail.”

After finishing, Yang Jian casually dropped Lok Sheng’s head to the ground.

The cracked long spear in his hand lifted, ready to pierce through Lok Sheng’s skull and pin it to the ground.

But at that moment, a dead cold hand suddenly grabbed Yang Jian’s wrist, freezing his whole arm.

“Yang Jian, I know you’re strong, but disregarding us like this is too arrogant. In this situation where we’re all ghost wielders, I refuse to believe it doesn’t affect you at all.”

Zheng Yijing, bearing a face that had been dead for some time, suddenly appeared by his side like a corpse, taking the opportunity to grab Yang Jian and preventing him from finishing off Lok Sheng.

Upon mere contact, Zheng Yijing’s hand seemed to melt, sticking to Yang Jian’s skin.

And even more strangely, this melting speed was accelerating, within seconds, their arms had grown together like conjoined twins, inseparable.

Zheng Yijing and Yang Jian’s bodies got closer and closer.

This attack resembled an invasion, Zheng Yijing attempting to infiltrate Yang Jian’s body, turning it into a new shell for the wax corpse.

“People only believe in what they know; they never believe in what’s beyond their understanding, so you always think there’s a chance of winning when ghost wielders fight.”

Yang Jian ignored Zheng Yijing’s attack, his gaze coldly fixed on him.

The erosion continued.

Half of Zheng Yijing’s body was now stuck to Yang Jian’s, and he felt he could gradually control this half.

If the invasion succeeded, Yang Jian’s body would be completely replaced and become the new Zheng Yijing.

But seeing Yang Jian so confident, Zheng Yijing wasn’t at ease. Even with over half invaded, he wasn’t happy, knowing Yang Jian had means beyond this.

Indeed.

As the invasion proceeded, Zheng Yijing noticed something unusual.

He suddenly felt extremely heavy, his body inexplicably damp, the invasion speed drastically slowed, a moist chill spreading incredibly fast.

Water was spilling from beneath his feet, quickly puddling around.

“What’s happening…”

Zheng Yijing panicked, his body slowly sliding, peeling off from Yang Jian and sinking into the water, futilely resisting.

This water was more terrifying than imagined, capable of engulfing everything, even ghosts.

“Trying to erode my body is sheer stupidity. My body harbors the Ghost Lake Water, an S-level supernatural power. Do you think you can fight such a level of supernatural power by yourself?” Yang Jian spoke slowly.

With the appearance of the Ghost Lake’s supernatural power.

Not only did water appear underfoot, but the room’s walls, ceiling, and even chairs were seeping water droplets.

The seeped water didn’t vanish but accumulated in the room, gathering more and more, as if it intended to flood and engulf everyone inside.

“Ghost Lake Water? Impossible, Ghost Lake’s operation wasn’t successful. How could you wield power of this scale?”

Lok Sheng’s head, also soaked, said in disbelief.

With wet hair, looking as if he’d been pulled from the water, Yang Jian stood on the water, untouched. His raised arm moved slightly, regaining sensation, and the spear aimed at Lok Sheng’s head lowered, ready to pierce his skull.

Lok Sheng faced being engulfed by water and the horror of the Coffin Nail dropping from above.

He even sensed Yang Jian hadn’t gone all out, not even in a hurry to kill him.

Yang Jian was like a cat toying with a mouse, making him experience despair. This copy was generated from content at MV|LEMPYR.

“No, isn’t this room 707, why can your supernatural power affect this room? In theory, you shouldn’t be able to use the Ghost Domain here. This room’s supernatural power should affect everyone, and it has been eerily calm from the start, unusually quiet.”

At this moment, looking at the water-soaked walls, Sun Ren realized something.

“Room 707? Sun Ren, why do you think this is room 707?” Yang Jian frowned.

Hm?

Being engulfed by water, Zheng Yijing and Lok Sheng with a floating head, and even Sun Ren were all stunned.

“This isn’t 707?”

Sun Ren gasped: “How is that possible? The room was clearly affected earlier. He Yuelian should’ve hung the room number sign on the door by now.”

“You know nothing and still think you can win against me? Truly adorably naive.”

Yang Jian remained composed: “Why do you think I entrusted the room number sign to an ordinary person, having her do such things?”

“Because ordinary people are too fragile, easily influenced by the supernatural. In her cognition, one plus one equals three. Do you think her action of hanging the room number sign would be the same as what we understand? This room was always within my Ghost Domain’s influence.”

“There was never any 707, the real supernatural haunted room never unleashed. As you said yourself, no one ever left that room alive.”

“It was incredibly easy for me to simulate a supernatural room unknown to you.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Ren was dumbfounded.

Lok Sheng also realized, laughing: “So that’s it, that’s how it is. You influenced He Yuelian during your previous interaction, right? You had prepared long ahead; I was wondering why you agreed to Zheng Yijing’s bet so readily. Now I understand.”

“Understanding or not, the result is the same. You’re inherently no match for me, just lacking self-awareness, always believing you can achieve the impossible.” Yang Jian said.

The water accumulating in the room during the time he was speaking had already merged into a pool, submerging everyone’s ankles.

The water wasn’t deep, but it was already enough at this moment.

This pool of water was connected to the Ghost Lake, dangerous and terrifying.

Within this water, the vague silhouettes of corpses began to appear, cold and pale as if they had soaked in water for decades, yet none of the corpses were bloated or decayed.

The corpses kept floating up, grabbing Zhang Zhi, who stood on the water, pulling his legs deeper into the water.

“No, let me go.” Zhang Zhi screamed in terror, struggling with all his might.

But it was to no avail.

Thud!

He plunged into the water, his body sinking at an incredible speed, disappearing beneath the surface in the blink of an eye.

Another person was dead.

But this situation continued, and now Lok Sheng, who only had a head left, was also submerged halfway up his skull. His headless body was sinking rapidly, and the red threads extending from the corpses seemed suppressed, no longer moving, sinking along with him.

Whether it’s corpses or ghosts, entering the Ghost Lake leads to the same result.

“The gap is too big; we have no chance at all. Acting this time was a mistake.”

Zheng Yijing also fell from Yang Jian’s body, dropping into the water.

Half of his body was melting, the other half intact.

But Zheng Yijing’s body was soaked; he failed to corrode Yang Jian and was instead corroded by the lake water within Yang Jian. Now, with a supernatural imbalance, he was being suppressed.

Currently, only Sun Ren remained unscathed. He was uninjured but refrained from acting as well.

This situation gave him a suffocating feeling.

Acting, no chance.

Not acting, it meant waiting to die.

Escape?

Even more impossible.

So at this moment, Sun Ren could only stand there, bewildered.

“Yang Jian, I didn’t intend to act against you now, but when the opportunity came, I couldn’t resist. Of course, you are more terrifying than I imagined, but this isn’t over. You’ve been targeted, no, to be precise, all the captains at headquarters have been targeted. I hope you can be careful enough in the coming period, or you’ll lose your life at any moment.”

At this moment, Lok Sheng’s head spoke again.

As he spoke, cracks began to appear on his head and body, increasing in number as his body rapidly disintegrated and fell apart.

Chunks of flesh scattered, varying in age, with countless red threads woven within.

These threads stitched all the flesh together, forming Lok Sheng.

But now that the body was disintegrating, and the red threads lost their supernatural power, Lok Sheng quickly turned into a pile of flesh, almost unrecognizable as human.

“This is a stitched flesh puppet, combining supernatural elements to create a fake body? Like a marionette, the real you must still be alive.”

Yang Jian’s ghost eye rotated, observing Lok Sheng’s condition, finally coming to a conclusion.

“Keen insight, your analysis is spot-on.” Lok Sheng’s still intact mouth spoke.

Yang Jian nodded: “Now I understand why you dared to collaborate with these people against me; you were just taking a chance. So you lured me to Da’ao City, ready to act if there was an opportunity, and disappear if there wasn’t. Unfortunately, Boss He and Sun Ren became your pawns.”

“But you couldn’t have done this alone. Who’s supporting you from behind? Never mind, you wouldn’t say even if I asked.”

Finishing that.

The Coffin Nail in his hand descended, piercing through Lok Sheng’s shapeless head completely, causing all the flesh to scatter.

The accumulated water stained red, countless flesh chunks floated on the water.

Soon, the blood and flesh sank to the bottom, disappearing, leaving only the red threads floating on the water.

Yang Jian picked one up for a look.

The red threads began to rapidly fade and decay, vanishing completely within moments.

Clearly, with the dispersal of supernatural power, these red threads couldn’t be preserved.

“Lok Sheng, this guy, played me.”

Meanwhile, Boss He in the corner was trembling all over, unsure if it was from fear or anger, only now understanding Lok Sheng’s intentions.

“That bastard.” Zheng Yijing was cursing as well, but now it was too late to say anything.

Pale hands stretched from the water, pulling him down.

He could only watch helplessly as he sank into the water, surrounded by countless waterlogged corpses, dragged into a cold, dark abyss, uncertain where he would end up.

“You’re the only one left, Sun Ren. I deliberately left you for last, after all, classmates for a time. Even when sending you off, you should be last, those unrelated people should go first. That way, it wouldn’t be in vain for us to have known each other for years.”

Yang Jian looked at the last person, his high school classmate, Sun Ren.

“It seems this time I was naïve and got used, choosing the wrong moment to face you. Originally, there was a possibility of mutual destruction. I never thought you’d even toy with room 707.”

Sun Ren took a deep breath.

His whole body trembled slightly, unsure if it was fear or chills.

Perhaps he was accepting the inevitable death, causing his body to react.

“I’m not reconciled. I’ve struggled desperately to survive, finally reaching this point, gaining the ability to avenge, and I’m not reconciled to failure.”

Sun Ren gritted his teeth, his eyes still filled with hatred and resentment.

“Even if I’m the only one left, I won’t give up, and I’m not convinced I’ll lose to you. As long as it exists, I still have a chance to turn the tables.”

Like other ghost handlers, his will to survive was strong, somewhat mad.

Even though all other allies were dead, and knowing this was a trap by Lok Sheng, Sun Ren still wanted to make a final desperate struggle.

“I give you the chance to avenge. Go ahead and try; I’ll ensure you die with no regrets.”

Yang Jian stood on the water, holding a cracked spear, gesturing.

“You’re so confident, beware you might mess up.” Sun Ren retorted coldly.

Yang Jian said: “If I mess up, isn’t that even better? Not only will you have your revenge, but you’ll also survive. You might even obtain some of my supernatural items. Then, you could appear openly, and no one would dare to come after you. Everything would be reborn.”

“True, killing you is the only way to be reborn.”

Sun Ren said.

The water around him began to ripple, prints and splashes appearing as if something was swiftly approaching him.

Yang Jian squinted slightly, through his ghost eye seeing a nude female corpse walking towards Sun Ren.

Even the accumulation of water in Ghost Lake couldn’t swallow that female corpse.

This was one of the few ghosts unaffected by Ghost Lake’s supernatural effects.

Ghosts of this level had extremely high terror levels.

However, Yang Jian had anticipated this, and from the start, he determined Sun Ren was the biggest threat with great potential.

So Yang Jian wasn’t overconfident; he held the spear.

The Coffin Nail was already prepared, ready to end Sun Ren with one strike, to settle this grudge.

“The corpse overlapped with Sun Rui.”

In the ghost eye’s vision, something strange occurred.

The female corpse walked in front of Sun Ren, overlapping with him.

At this moment, Sun Ren’s body started undergoing an eerie transformation; his skin turned ashy, his clothes aged and faded, his hair gradually falling out…

“Bang!”

As the transformation occurred.

Suddenly.

The cracked spear seemed to appear from nowhere, directly piercing Sun Ren’s body, scattering water with a loud splash, pinning him to the water.

“Yang Jian, you cheated.”

Facing this sudden attack, Sun Ren couldn’t help but curse.

“Sorry, you’re a wanted criminal.”

Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

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