Mysterious Revival

Torrential rain poured, never ceasing.

This was a world shrouded in rain, where everything was damp, and the air was filled with a chilling and moist scent.

Yang Jian stood in the heavy rain, holding a red spear, squinting slightly as he watched the ghosts with umbrellas inch closer.

The number seemed reminiscent of the time he confronted the Ghost Ship.

However, Yang Jian wasn’t afraid of such a scene now, because he had been through similar experiences multiple times, and had the experience and ability to fight against a group of fierce ghosts.

“These ghosts are imprisoned on this level, unable to leave here, posing no threat to the outside world, so I don’t need to keep fighting these fierce ghosts. As long as I find that umbrella, this supernatural event will be completely resolved.”

Thinking this, Yang Jian immediately started taking action.

As he strode forward in the pouring rain, Yang Jian muttered a wish: “The moment I raise my spear, it will point to the exact location of the real umbrella.”

Then he slowly raised the spear in his hand.

The supernatural power of the Wishing Ghost manifested once more.

Despite being disrupted by the torrential rain and blocked by fierce ghosts, the wish Yang Jian made was simple enough to be achievable even in such conditions.

The raised spear acted like a compass, influenced by a supernatural force, causing Yang Jian’s lifted arm to unconsciously shift its direction.

That direction was, right front.

With the direction confirmed, Yang Jian immediately charged forward, like an out-of-control eerie bus, barreling through the crowd, repelling any supernatural entity standing in his way.

The first fierce ghost holding a black umbrella was the unluckiest.

Without even having a chance to attack Yang Jian, the Firewood Knife slashed down, severing the ghost’s hand clutching the black umbrella, which fell to the ground as the ghost’s form was gradually exposed to the rain.

However, the ghost drenched in rain started to dissolve rapidly, merging with the surrounding rainwater, finally vanishing entirely from sight.

The second ghost standing in the way wasn’t spared either; Yang Jian’s body collided with it, and the fierce ghost couldn’t withstand the impact, being knocked away, dropping its umbrella to the ground.

The third met the same fate, knocked down by Yang Jian’s raised hand, sinking into silence, never rising again.

Fourth, fifth…

Frightening supernatural forces receded before Yang Jian; the encroaching fierce ghosts couldn’t halt his pace. Clearly, Yang Jian had become vastly different from before.

Perhaps any one of these fierce ghosts could cause a terrifying supernatural event outside, but they couldn’t contend with Yang Jian now.

Quickly.

In Yang Jian’s mind, the Evil Hound howled, seemingly assaulted by some supernatural force targeting his consciousness, yet unfortunately, the current Yang Jian had no shortcomings; any unknown supernatural trying to invade his mind had to surpass the Evil Hound.

But in terms of consciousness, the Ghost Dream was the pinnacle of the supernatural; he hadn’t found anything capable of repelling the Evil Hound. When the Hound’s howls echoed in his mind, it signified that a fierce ghost would be torn to pieces.

“Boom!”

A cold body was sent flying by Yang Jian.

At this moment, Yang Jian noticed the path ahead was clear of any fierce ghosts holding umbrellas, indicating he had broken through their encirclement.

However, a new encirclement was forming.

As long as he remained in the rain, fierce ghosts would continue to appear one after another without end.

Yang Jian glanced back, seeing a trail of black umbrellas left in his wake.

Perhaps the real umbrella was hidden among them.

Yet Yang Jian had no interest in searching through them one by one; he once again made a quiet wish, letting the Wishing Ghost’s supernatural power guide him.

The same wish appeared as before.

Yang Jian raised his spear once more, but this time the red spear did not point forward; instead, it aimed behind him.

That direction was a new one, not the path he had just traversed.

This situation indicated one thing: the ghost holding the real umbrella was continually moving, not waiting in one place for Yang Jian to approach.

“Playing hide and seek with me?” Yang Jian’s eyes darkened, his spear pointing pivoting slightly once more.

Yet in that area, the ghosts were all moving, and they looked identical, making it impossible to distinguish which ghost held the umbrella he sought.

Yang Jian didn’t rush into action.

He pondered.

If Yang Jian acted as before, it would undoubtedly be in vain again, as the ghost would surely change its position once more.

“If I move faster, perhaps I can catch it before the ghost shifts its location?”

But after brief contemplation, Yang Jian didn’t come up with any particularly effective plan, only an idea that wasn’t quite a solution.

Let’s give it a try.

Yang Jian resolved to give it a shot.

So he sprang into action once more.

This time, however, he didn’t use the supernatural power of the Firewood Knife, relying solely on his own strength to forcefully collide with the fierce ghosts blocking his way, as this would save a significant amount of time.

Yang Jian ran swiftly through the torrential rain, moving at an extraordinary speed, and the ghosts in front of him couldn’t resist, being sent flying upon contact, unable to delay him even for a second.

As the fierce ghosts were knocked apart, black umbrellas were sent flying everywhere.

Yang Jian didn’t need to discern whether they were real or fake at the moment; he simply followed the direction indicated by his spear, moving straight ahead.

“The direction has changed again?”

Just as he was about to break through the encirclement of the ghost once more, the spear in his hand pointed again to a new direction. This time, the direction was no longer in front but to the left.

Having no choice, Yang Jian immediately halted his steps and changed course, rushing toward the new direction.

His movement was equally swift, darting and crashing through the countless people holding umbrellas.

Many strange individuals were knocked away again, their umbrellas falling to the ground.

This time, Yang Jian had a feeling he was about to reach the real umbrella soon.

Ahead, the dense crowd gathered, creating a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere; these people were like thick walls, and traversing through them felt like being swallowed up, losing sight of everything as all views were blocked.

Yang Jian had been drenched in the torrential rain for too long.

So much so that the number of gathered ghosts had reached an astonishing level.

This quantity made Wang Shan, watching from inside, feel terrified.

“People surging, has Yang Jian been buried alive by this crowd?” Wang Shan tried to peer through the chaos, looking for traces of Yang Jian.

But the ghosts holding black umbrellas continued to wander, appearing like waves, making it impossible to see any trace of Yang Jian, only catching glimpses of scattered black umbrellas being thrown into the air and then floating down slowly.

However, this was still to no avail.

Because the new influx of ghosts quickly filled the remaining gaps.

“Too reckless, at this rate, he will be worn down to death, although he should have anticipated such a situation. Why would he still choose to do this?” Wang Shan felt concerned yet puzzled.

“Wait, something’s not right.”

Suddenly.

Wang Shan made a different discovery.

Because there were too many ghosts holding umbrellas nearby, the black umbrellas had now formed a continuous cover, blocking the torrential rain above.

As Yang Jian moved through, his body surprisingly avoided long exposure to the heavy rain.

Thus, many of the gathering ghosts silently dispersed without realizing it.

This should be the limit of the Ghost Umbrella; too many ghosts not only failed to harm Yang Jian but even provided some assistance. But even if the surrounding ghosts no longer gathered, could he successfully find the umbrella?

Wang Shan continued to watch from the side.

At this moment, Yang Jian was still shuttling back and forth among countless black umbrellas, with the red spear in his hand guiding him closer and closer to the real umbrella.

But such reckless squandering of his supernatural power also led to the intensifying resurgence of the ghost within Yang Jian’s body.

It had been long since there was such a restless stir of ghostly resurrection.

At this moment, it appeared inside his body again.

Obviously, Yang Jian was nearing his limit too; it’s conceivable that, although he could live for nine days originally, now the remaining time would absolutely not exceed three days. If he cannot resolve this supernatural event by then, he will surely die here due to the ghost’s resurgence.

However, hard work pays off.

Suddenly.

The spear in Yang Jian’s hand slammed into the ground, the guiding force that had propelled him forward suddenly vanished.

This disappearance of power indicated the end of a wish, also signifying the wish’s fulfillment.

The umbrella he was looking for was nearby.

Yang Jian immediately stopped, his eyes locked intently around, then promptly raised the Firewood Knife in his hand.

No time to pinpoint the real umbrella, the only choice was to dismember all the nearby ghosts, seizing the umbrellas they held, and later have Wang Shan try each one.

The method was simple but surely effective.

So Yang Jian swung the Firewood Knife down once again.

Nearby ghosts were constantly being dismembered, causing black umbrellas to fall to the ground one after another.

Until Yang Jian cleared a circle around him, making another wish.

The red spear trembled, yet it no longer guided Yang Jian’s direction.

“Success.” Yang Jian paused, observing the scattered umbrellas around him.

The quantity was not large, only about twenty-odd umbrellas, with the real one hidden among them.

However, the rain was now too heavy, and Yang Jian stood in the deluge once more, with ghosts surrounding him again, dense and endless.

At this moment, Yang Jian found himself in a dilemma.

If he continued to fight these ghosts, he wouldn’t free up the hands needed to find the real umbrella, but if he retreated now, the hard-won umbrella might be taken away by these ghosts.

“I can’t retreat, have to hold on a little longer.”

Yang Jian took a deep breath, attempting to use the Deceiving Ghost’s necklace to resurrect Wang Shan, letting him help find the real umbrella.

But the supernatural effect of the Deceiving Ghost failed.

Wang Shan’s phantom instantly disappeared, washed clean by the rain, making it impossible to resurrect him amidst the downpour.

“Then let’s use Ghost Lake…”

Yang Jian immediately changed his approach, intending to let the Water Ghosts from the Ghost Lake take over Wang Shan’s task.

Yet as the chilling lake water emerged, it mixed into the surrounding water, ultimately entangling with the supernatural, leaving him unable to control it even if he released the entirety of Ghost Lake, it seemed futile.

Clearly, the supernatural power of Ghost Lake was also barred by this torrential rain.

At this moment, Yang Jian felt a sense of strength left unused, as if a downpour alone had sealed several of his supernatural abilities.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com