Mysterious Revival

The fifth layer of the Black Umbrella was even more terrifying than imagined. If Yang Jian hadn’t commandeered the supernatural bus this time, he would undoubtedly have died here—even Ghost Lake’s supernatural power wouldn’t have sufficed. So at this moment, Yang Jian felt somewhat fortunate, grateful that he hadn’t chosen to deal with this supernatural event earlier; otherwise, he wouldn’t have lived to see today.

Fortunately, after a round of confrontation, Yang Jian had already found the real Black Umbrella, leaving only one step to solve this supernatural event.

But the dangers faced in taking that step smoothly are still significant.

“Finding the correct umbrella among more than twenty, and I can’t use Ghost Lake, nor can I call on Wang Shan, which means I can only act personally and cannot make a mistake. One mistake might send me into the sixth layer of the Black Umbrella,” Yang Jian frowned, still pondering a solution.

But under the torrential rain, Yang Jian was drenched from head to toe, and his entire body was streaming with water, even the vision of his ghost eye blurred slightly.

The surrounding figures holding Black Umbrellas began to slowly close in again, compressing the little space he had arduously cleared.

If the surrounding entities got close, all of Yang Jian’s previous efforts would be in vain.

“Try using the Wishing Ghost’s supernatural power again.” As Yang Jian thought, he also made an attempt.

He didn’t hesitate to make another wish, this time slightly different from before.

“May the red spear fall, and certainly land beside the real Black Umbrella.”

A new wish formed, and fresh blood once again oozed from the red spear. Yang Jian tossed the spear into the air, hoping the wish’s power would guide him once more, as it had before.

But this time, the Wishing Ghost’s supernatural power failed.

Under the torrential rain, the red blood on the spear was quickly washed clean. Although the falling spear struggled awkwardly in midair, it ultimately fell helplessly in front of Yang Jian, unable to guide him accurately to the real Black Umbrella.

Still, it wasn’t completely ineffective.

As the red spear wobbled and shook, it pointed out a general direction—on the right.

Looking in that direction, Yang Jian saw four Black Umbrellas stacked together, along with several others scattered around.

In total, there were eight umbrellas in that direction.

The range was significantly smaller, but the chances of finding the right one remained slim.

Yang Jian strode forward, continuing to wish softly: “May the spear point to the real Black Umbrella when raised.”

Blood oozed from the red spear as it began to sway again, more precisely pointing toward the cluster of four Black Umbrellas.

This time, Yang Jian was almost certain.

The real Black Umbrella was among those four.

“Separate these umbrellas and wish again.” Yang Jian immediately used the spear to separate the four Black Umbrellas.

The four Black Umbrellas were divided into one each on the top, bottom, left, and right.

Standing in the middle, Yang Jian made another wish, attempting to identify the real Black Umbrella through these successive wishes. Though the process was slow, it was at least effective; with patience, he felt success was possible.

His eyes scanned the four umbrellas around him before raising the red spear in his hand.

Without exerting any force, an uncontrollable supernatural power appeared, guiding Yang Jian’s arm to move and point in the right direction. However, this power quickly dissipated, once again interrupted by the rain affecting the Wishing Ghost’s power.

Yet it still achieved some effect.

With the red spear shaking, Yang Jian immediately excluded the Black Umbrella directly in front of him and the one on the left, leaving only two targets: the one on the right and the one behind him.

The odds were now at fifty percent.

But Yang Jian didn’t want to gamble; he continued to make wishes to definitively determine the real Black Umbrella with one last wish.

As Yang Jian adjusted his position once more and lifted the spear again, he found there was no longer any space around him. Lifting the red spear barely touched the entity in front of him, and this little space continued to shrink. Additionally, the Black Umbrellas fallen on the ground were about to be engulfed by the malevolent spirits.

Yang Jian could even see a ghost wielding an umbrella bend down to pick up an umbrella from the ground.

“Get lost.”

At that moment, Yang Jian struck again, and his Firewood Knife hacked away, dismembering the surrounding spirits and forcefully clearing a space. But as he cleared space ahead, new spirits filled the gaps behind him, relentlessly surging forward, leaving him no time to make a wish. If he paused his assault even once, both Black Umbrellas would be taken away.

Yang Jian felt pressured and understood this was a backlash from the fifth layer’s supernatural influence.

“I can’t hold on; I have to move.”

He cleared three waves of the approaching spirits but still couldn’t free his hands to make a wish. In this short time, the spirits could take the umbrellas, and even if his wish succeeded, he risked losing the Black Umbrella again.

“I refuse to believe I’m that unlucky; a fifty percent chance isn’t that low.”

Clenching his teeth, Yang Jian abandoned holding his ground, charging forward two steps to grab a Black Umbrella from the ground without looking back.

As he moved forward, the space he had occupied was engulfed by the nearby crowd.

But after Yang Jian came into contact with the umbrella, he immediately sensed the surroundings growing dark.

This scene felt familiar.

Just like when he delved deeper into each layer before.

“Did I choose wrong? Is this sending me to the sixth layer?” Yang Jian was shocked, wanting to throw it away, but it seemed already too late.

The world before him was completely dark, and the spirits around him vanished, along with the sound of rain.

In that moment, nothing existed, the entire world shrouded in darkness.

And what was unsettling was that after the surroundings turned dark, no light reappeared. Initially, Yang Jian thought it might return to normal after a while, just like before. But after pausing and waiting for a while, he realized that the current situation was different from before.

Once darkness descended, it seemed it would never dissipate.

Yang Jian felt as if he had been shut inside a small dark room.

There was no sound, no light, nothing at all, unable to perceive the existence of anything else, as if the entire world was left with only him.

The more it was like this,

The more hesitant Yang Jian was to let go of the Black Umbrella in his hand, since it was the only thing connected to everything here. Once lost, he wasn’t sure he could find it again.

He realized that even with the ghost eye’s vision, everything around him remained pitch black.

Just as Yang Jian fell into silence.

Suddenly, an all-too-familiar voice rang out abruptly from the darkness, belonging to the woman he had encountered in his dreams before.

“It’s truly surprising you found the real umbrella so quickly,” the woman’s voice, tinged with coldness, also bore a hint of amazement, as if incredulous at Yang Jian’s success.

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, having thought the Black Umbrella in his hand was fake, only to be told by this woman it was genuine.

“How do you know this umbrella is real?” he calmly inquired.

The woman’s voice replied, “Only the real umbrella keeps you trapped in darkness after opening and won’t lead you into a deeper supernatural realm, because the umbrella itself is black. Now all you need to do is close the umbrella, and the darkness will vanish. Everything will revert to normal… Don’t forget, fulfill your promise to take me to Taiping Ancient Town’s Ghost Street.”

Shortly after, the voice vanished.

It seemed this woman had been observing Yang Jian in secret all along.

Yang Jian’s eyes shifted slightly. Without further thought, he attempted to close the Black Umbrella.

Sure enough, just as the woman said, as the Black Umbrella slowly closed, the surrounding darkness seemed to retract.

Once the Black Umbrella was fully closed,

the darkness disappeared entirely, replaced by a blinding light.

Yang Jian raised his head to the sky, and realized the continuous rain had vanished. Overhead was a radiant sun, and everything returned to normalcy.

Seeing this, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It seemed the fifty percent chance was the right choice.

This Black Umbrella supernatural event was resolved quite perfectly, it appeared.

“Truly a dangerous supernatural object; it’s best sealed up in the future and never opened again if possible. Next time, if it loses control again, even I don’t have confidence in success,” Yang Jian thought to himself.

After all, dealing with the Black Umbrella’s supernatural event didn’t rely on power, it was purely based on luck.

No matter how strong, choosing the wrong umbrella and being sent to the sixth layer could be the end, while finding the correct umbrella required trial and error. Without corresponding means, relying solely on oneself would make any trial impossible.

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