Mysterious Revival

I thought it was just the Crying Tomb Ghost who didn't leave the bus and was still lurking nearby, but I didn't expect the Dried Corpse Bride to have stayed as well.

There were no street lights beside the dimly lit road. Through the faint light that shone from somewhere unknown, ordinary people could only make out silhouettes in such an environment, completely unable to distinguish whether the figure standing in the distance was a person or a tree.

Yang Jian hadn't expanded the scope of his Ghost Domain, lest he provoke some unknown terror in this area.

But the eerie appearance of the Dried Corpse Bride, standing on the road behind him, facing this way, truly made him break out in a cold sweat.

Compared to the Crying Tomb Ghost, Yang Jian was even more wary of the Dried Corpse Bride.

At least when facing the Crying Tomb Ghost, his Ghost Eye didn't give any strong warning, but facing the Dried Corpse Bride was truly hair-raising.

Even the Ghost Eye could sense the ominous and bizarre nature; not to mention its Terror Level, but in terms of the threat to a ghost master, it was definitely the greatest here.

Without comparison.

"Has Zhang Haw been controlled by the Dried Corpse Bride? Through two layers of Ghost Domains, ignoring the attacks of the Crying Tomb Ghost, can this thing really take Zhang Haw away forcefully?" Yang Jian's eyes were fixed on the figure of Zhang Haw in the distance, wearing a red cheongsam and covered with a red headscarf.

He made no rash moves.

Because he vaguely felt that if this entity targeted him, he too would surely be unable to escape death.

No evidence was needed, just his own experience and the subtle intuition between ghosts, or rather, to put it obscurely, a sixth sense.

At that moment, Xu Feng, lying on the ground, also noticed something off about Yang Jian and initially thought the latter was planning how to make his move with a handgun in front of him. He didn't expect Yang Jian to turn and look in another direction instead.

Following Yang Jian's gaze, Xu Feng also saw the humanoid silhouette in the dark on the opposite side of the road.

The thing stood there motionless, yet it invoked an inexplicable terror in anyone who saw it.

It seemed that the echoing sound of weeping could be momentarily ignored.

"A ghost more threatening than this Crying Tomb Ghost... is it that same Dried Corpse that got on the bus earlier?" Xu Feng's heart tightened.

He wasn't afraid of the newcomer Yang Jian; he was afraid of encountering several ghosts at once and not being able to withstand them, dying here.

"Just hold on for a little longer, wait for the bus to restart, and once I get back on, I can be safe. I've survived until now; I absolutely cannot die unexpectedly here," he revealed a strong will to live in his voice.

Meanwhile, the man in the duckbill cap beside them seemed to be behaving strangely, as if he had a nightmare while fast asleep. His body twitched continuously, hands and feet flailed about in a panic, and he mumbled something under his breath, seemingly in imminent danger, desperate to escape.

Yang Jian's Ghost Domain, Xu Feng's lying down, the duckbill cap man's sleeping.

The three of them were fending off the attacks of the sinister ghosts in their own ways, but faced with such unpredictable and terrifying dangers, no one could guarantee they would be able to leave this place alive.

After all, there were four ghosts on the bus just now.

Only two had appeared so far, and the number of ghosts already outnumbered that of people, making the situation seem even more hopeless and overwhelming.

"Step, step-step~!"

A clear sound of footsteps echoed around them, accompanying the cries and reaching the ears of the few individuals.
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Zhang Haw, within the Ghost Domain, had a stiff and sorrowful complexion with teary eyes as he step by step walked out of the Ghost Domain and approached the Dried Corpse.

He was still alive.

The crying of the Crying Tomb Ghost hadn't killed him; it seemed as if some ghostly ability had invisibly saved him, temporarily sparing him from the threat of death.

However, death, though delayed, would bring greater terror to Zhang Haw.

Facing the cheongsam-wearing Dried Corpse in front of him, Zhang Haw could feel a chilling aura emanating from it and could smell a faint stench of decay that wouldn't go away. The pair of dark brown desiccated hands extending beyond the sleeves were truly reminiscent of something utterly nefarious.

Overwhelmed by great fear, Zhang Haw's consciousness became clouded; his thoughts stagnated, not knowing what to think, with nothing to do but watch everything unfold before him.

The only one who could remain calm in such a situation was Yang Jian, an anomaly.

Having been resurrected from death, he had lost some of his emotions and many feelings had been dulled; although fear was still there, it was no longer as pronounced.

"How will Zhang Haw die? What is the killing pattern of this Dried Corpse Bride? Or is the pattern of such a high-level ghost already too elusive, pertaining to some unsolvable existence? Can it only be avoided, not analyzed?" Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, and he was truly unable to analyze why Zhang Haw was being controlled.

Clearly being in the Ghost Domain, he should have been isolated from the outside world. Ordinary ghosts would not be able to detect people within the Ghost Domain, and even if this thing was extraordinary, to directly take someone away while ignoring Yang Jian's presence was indeed baffling.

But then, an eerie moment occurred.

The Dried Corpse Bride standing across the street suddenly moved; it slowly stretched out its stiff and withered palm, then took Zhang Haw's hand.

Human and ghost touched each other.

Zhang Haw's body shuddered slightly as if swallowing the last breath before death. No longer could any life be felt in him.

It was just a touch, and he was dead.

And the dead body of Zhang Haw did not fall; it eerily began to move again, turned around, and while holding the hand of the Dried Corpse Bride, waved in their direction.

His face was ghastly pale, without the slightest hint of color, marked with a sorrowful crying expression, yet he forcibly squeezed out a trace of a smile—an expression as weird as it could get.

"Who is Zhang Haw waving to?" Yang Jian's expression changed as he faintly felt it was a wave to him, but then again, he also felt it was not.

As Zhang Haw waved, another change was unfolding in their surroundings.

The crying of the Crying Tomb Ghost abruptly stopped.

At the same time, a rustling sound came from the nearby woods; a figure dressed in white mourning clothes, wearing a hat with a piece of white cloth falling over and obscuring the face, gradually emerged from the shadow of the trees and started walking towards them step by step.

The ghost that cried over the tombs in the forest came out~!

"Zhang Haw wasn't waving at me, he was summoning the Crying Tomb Ghost, he was... summoning ghosts." Yang Jian realized this and felt a chill throughout his body.

"Bang~! Bang~! Bang~!"

The sound of something thumping against the body of the bus, which had stalled, could be heard, emitting a muffled noise.

It seemed that another ghost was hiding on the pitch-black bus.

This ghost had not left the bus from the beginning. It stayed on the bus, but because of Zhang Haw's summoning, it seemed like it was about to come down.

All three ghosts were now fully exposed.

And there was one more ghost... An invisible ghost whose location had not been confirmed.

However, the man in the duckbill cap beside him was struggling more and more violently in his sleep, sometimes letting out terrified screams, at times choking himself, and occasionally kicking wildly as if a terrible ghost was incessantly chasing him in his dreams.

Seeing his condition, Yang Jian was almost certain that the ghost was inside this man in the duckbill cap.

No, it might not be inside his body, but in his dreams.

It was a ghost that could enter dreams.

In an instant.

Yang Jian thought of the global ranking of malicious ghosts, published by various countries on that website, where the ghost ranked second, codenamed Nightmare, was said to kill people in their sleep.

But the pattern had been deciphered by various countries; as long as one did not sleep, they could avoid being killed.

"Could this guy have encountered that codenamed Nightmare ghost?" Yang Jian felt his scalp go numb when this thought crossed his mind.

This situation was even more terrifying than a Level S paranormal event—a total of four ghosts were present, and not one was easy to deal with.

Any one of them alone could cause a major paranormal event.

And yet, at this moment, there were only these three people facing these ghosts.

The ordinary people who got on the bus were cried to death by the Crying Tomb Ghost during the first wave of departures. The remaining three people Yang Jian couldn't save died in the second layer of the Ghost Domain. The last one to die, Zhang Haw, had now become the ghost slave of the Dried Corpse Bride and seemed to be controlled.

Zhang Haw, as a ghost slave, seemed to enable the Dried Corpse Bride's terror to spread. This beckoning directly summoned the Crying Tomb Ghost and another ghost from the bus.

"This situation can't be resolved by just self-preservation; we must find a way to break this deadlock, otherwise, if one person can't hold on and dies, what follows will be a continuous string of deaths, and no one will be able to leave here alive." Sweat was pouring down Yang Jian's forehead at this moment.

He hadn't encountered this dual pressure of time and death in a long time.

The only time he remembered facing something like this was at No. 7 Middle School against the Door Knocking Ghost.

Having come back from the dead, he perfectly mastered the power of the Ghost Shadow, killed his enemy Zhao Kaiming, and became an international ghost controller from Dachang City... Life seemed to have reached its peak with a bright future ahead. If he were to die here just because of picking up a cellphone, Yang Jian thought he would become the laughingstock of the ghost controller community.

"Xu Feng, since you're lying there dead anyway, you might as well help me out. Whether we can survive depends on you." Although Yang Jian couldn't hear, it didn't stop him from speaking—he suddenly turned around and covered him with the Ghost Domain.

However, what was eerie was that upon touching Xu Feng's rotten corpse, the Ghost Domain chose to avoid it.

It couldn't cover him.

"What are you trying to do? Don't mess around, do you want us all to die together in this situation?" Xu Feng shouted hurriedly.

He had a vague feeling that Yang Jian was about to do something inhumane to him.

Yang Jian, now temporarily deaf, couldn't hear him. Seeing that the Ghost Domain had no effect on Xu Feng's body, he knew this guy was an anomaly too. Without the time to hesitate further, he quickly covered himself with the Ghost Shadow, forming something like a black cloak of ghostly cloth, which ensured he wouldn't be harmed when in contact with strange objects.

Without a second word, he grabbed one of Xu Feng's legs, hoisting it up as if it were a chicken.

Merging with the power of the Ghost Shadow, he had the strength of tons, and lifting a corpse was incredibly easy for him.

"What do you, a newcomer, want to do?" Xu Feng became furious.

He couldn't understand how this man had managed to survive this long, more resilient than either himself or that guy. Logically, this newcomer should not have been able to make it this far.

Yang Jian ignored him and hurled Xu Feng's rotting body, like a sandbag, towards the Dried Corpse Bride across the road.

He intended to disrupt Zhang Haw's ghost-summoning gesture, and the key seemed to be the connection between the Dried Corpse Bride and Zhang Haw.

Not daring to make contact directly, even hesitant to send out the Ghost Shadow in case the Dried Corpse Bride captured it as well, so the dead Xu Feng instead became a weapon to suppress the other vicious ghosts.

The next moment.

Xu Feng was hurled out towards the Dried Corpse Bride.

"Even if Xu Feng's body is useless and can't suppress the Dried Corpse Bride, as long as it can hold her off for a while, that's good. We must not let all these ghosts gather together." Yang Jian thought to himself.

The next moment.

Xu Feng's special body flew accurately and hit the Dried Corpse Bride directly.

Immediately, she fell to the ground, pinned underneath his body, and the controlled Zhang Haw also let go of her hand.

Zhang Haw, who had a strange smile on his face and was waving over here, seemed to lose some kind of supporting power and also collapsed.

"Was it effective?" Yang Jian asked gravely.