Mysterious Revival

In the deathly silent and old wooden house, Yang Jian’s voice echoed, and his response was unexpected.

“All the same? What do you mean by that?” the mysterious and eerie old man continued to ask.

“You don’t need to understand. You just need to know that I’m here this time to fulfill a promise from that day. Although it’s a bit late, it seems time holds no significance for an existence like you,” Yang Jian said again.

He was unwilling to explain further.

Because Yang Jian was an exceptional case, past experiences and knowledge from the supernatural realm couldn’t explain him.

“As long as you can get me out, it doesn’t matter if you’re Ghost Child or Yang Jian, it’s fine. I just worry that you’re still unable to fight against the supernatural here,” the old man’s voice revealed some unease.

Because in all the long time being trapped here, it was only Yang Jian who had truly come here for the second time.

Though there had also been unlucky ones who stumbled in, they couldn’t survive and leave alive, and even if they were lucky enough to escape, they would never return again, let alone rescue him.

“You remember a promise from sixty years ago but cannot see the changes of the times. You are truly a pathetic failure. Do you still think that, like before, I need to be cautious and timid when facing the supernatural and malicious ghosts here? Time can bury many things, but it can also create many things.”

Yang Jian’s expression was stern as he spoke and strode towards the staircase.

His steps were steady and quick, completely ignoring the abnormalities and potential dangers around him.

This wasn’t careless arrogance but a confidence unique to him.

“Creak!”

When he first stepped on that old and special wooden staircase, which harbored supernatural power, the step seemed unable to bear Yang Jian’s weight, and it sounded as if it was going to collapse.

Illusion?

No, this was no illusion.

When Yang Jian took a second step, the first step behind him suddenly collapsed, as if the old wood had reached the end of its lifespan and could no longer maintain its original shape.

“This can’t be…” It was as if the old man had witnessed this scene, his voice carrying a hint of terror.

Know this staircase was a supernatural entity sealed with terrifying malignant ghosts, not mere steps. Even though it appeared very old and unstable, in reality, it couldn’t be destroyed. Even if you used some supernatural means to barely break it, the staircase would rapidly restore itself.

But as Yang Jian walked over, the steps collapsed, showing no signs of recovery.

The supernatural power contained within seemed to fall into perpetual silence.

Yang Jian paid no heed to the old man’s astonishment and continued forward. With each step he took, a step shattered, and amid the splinters, some eerie things gradually emerged. He saw dismembered fingers hidden within, with pallid skin attached, and the horrifying resentful spirits dwelling inside.

The staircase was entirely constructed of malignant ghosts.

With so much gathered supernatural power, the staircase could no longer be considered a supernatural object; it should be called a supernatural structure.

This was somewhat like the Ghost Post Office of the past.

But even so, Yang Jian was too unique now. The supernatural here couldn’t confront him, and could only fall into forced slumber.

“Let me see where you are hidden.”

Ahead of Yang Jian was darkness, and the staircase seemed to hold a path leading to a supernatural place. However, when he opened his Ghost Eye, the darkness was instantly swallowed by red light, which extended far into the unknown depths, revealing all hidden secrets.

Found it.

Soon, Yang Jian saw something in the depths of the darkness.

It was a broken tombstone, and sitting on it was a person, about seventy years old, with an old appearance and a chilly presence. Most bizarre was that the old man’s legs seemed to have grown into the tombstone, inseparable.

For this reason, the old man remained seated on the tombstone, unable to move.

Yang Jian’s Ghost Eye turned slightly and quickly understood the function of this tombstone. Its purpose was to hold up each wooden step.

As long as the staircase existed, the person would be eternally suppressed here, unable to escape.

The only way to rescue him was to dismantle the staircase.

But with so much supernatural power stored in the staircase, a typical ghost controller couldn’t achieve this; only someone like Yang Jian had the ability to free him.

“Hurry, carry me out.” The old man on the tombstone beckoned eagerly to Yang Jian.

However, this action appeared extraordinarily strange.

This old man had been here for at least a hundred years, and no normal ghost controller or even anomaly could live this long. In Yang Jian’s knowledge, the longest living was the old man from the herbal shop, Zhang Bohua.

But this person exceeded the longevity limits of a ghost controller.

After a brief contemplation, Yang Jian, without much hesitation, stepped into the darkness and grabbed the old and broken tombstone, lifting both it and the seated old man up.

“Good, very good.” The old man on the tombstone seemed excited and overjoyed.

He was truly free.

Yang Jian remained silent, swiftly leaving with the tombstone. He exited the wooden house, passed through the soul-laden road once more, and returned to the gloomy street, finally breaking the boundary between the supernatural and reality, appearing in the overgrown, vibrant Baishui Town.

“Boom!”

A dull thud resounded.

Yang Jian set the tombstone in his hand down.

However, the figure of the eerie old man atop the tombstone now wavered, at times vanishing, at times reappearing.

“Thank you for helping me.” The old man’s shadow flickered irregularly, his eerie old face wearing a smile, but beneath that smile, something unspeakably sinister and creepy hid.

It seemed at that moment, the old man was not quite human.

Something imperceptible gradually surfaced.

“You’re welcome. I promised, and now I’ve fulfilled the promise from sixty years ago.” Yang Jian’s gaze was fixed on the tombstone, and he stared at the old man.

That look was peculiar, unlike the emotional gaze of the living, nor as numb and hollow as that of malicious ghosts, filled with a divinity surpassing all.

“Such a good lad, indeed a good lad. In that case, why don’t you help to the end? I have no legs now and cannot walk. From now on, carry me on your back, and wherever I tell you to go, you go?” The old man still wore a smile, but it was exceedingly gloomy and terrifying.

At the same time, the old man stretched out his withered arms, seemingly trying to climb onto Yang Jian’s back and cling to him tightly, then reside within him.

But in the next moment.

A powerful hand seized the old man’s throat, lifting him up directly.

The flickering old man seemed pulled alive from the supernatural realm into reality by this hand, unable to flee or struggle.

The old man’s smile froze, and then the tombstone beneath emitted creaks, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Know that this tombstone was genuine supernatural.

Shattering the tombstone implied this person could dismember the supernatural.

“You’re unique and dangerous, walking far on the path of ghosts controlling humans, making this ghost nearly human… But it ends here. A ghost is ultimately a ghost and should be cast into hell. Fear not, I will reserve a place for you in the deepest recesses of hell, ensuring you never appear in this world again.”

Yang Jian’s eyes flashed with red light.

Then behind the old man, a fissure suddenly split open, creating a chasm leading to the depths of hell.

Beyond, flames blazed fiercely, and a bottomless lake promised eternal descent, the wilderness studded with strange knives, and mirrors hanging in every corner of an abandoned city… These worlds layered over each other, trapping countless malicious ghosts, preventing them from appearing in reality.

The old man became terrified once more, unable to move, his supernatural power silent, incapable of even struggling.

“Is this…hell? No, it can’t be.” He knew Yang Jian was terrifying, but didn’t expect him to be this terrifying.

“I told you, you cannot understand me now, so cherish your final moments in this world. I freed you not solely because of a promise, but because there was once an old man behind you who wanted to end the supernatural for good; however, he seemed…to have failed.” Yang Jian murmured softly.

Finishing, he tossed the old man and the tombstone into the depths of hell.

At that moment, the old man shrieked madly like a malicious ghost, “You’re not that Ghost Child, definitely not. Who are you really…”

Yang Jian didn’t answer, merely standing at the entrance, his gaze icy as he lowered his head slightly, peering into the depths of hell, resembling a deity looking over the underworld, while the old man on the tombstone continued to fall, to fall…falling into an even more terrifying abyss.

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