Mysterious Revival

“Survived, did we?”

Inside a room within a villa at the Guanjiang Residential Complex.

The stench of blood, mingled with the odor of decay, filled the space, and the agonized wailing that had once echoed through the room had now subsided.

Li Yang lay weakly on the ground, his bones somewhat twisted and deformed, influenced by supernatural powers that nearly dismembered and tore apart his body.

But ultimately, it hadn’t reached that point.

He survived, mastering the third ghost, finding a new balance.

Li Yang panted, turning his head to look to his right.

An eerie, unnaturally thin and blemished arm not belonging to him was haphazardly sewn onto him with twisted stitches, the junction a raw, blackened, stinking mess, as if it had decayed for days. No matter how one looked, such stitching couldn’t possibly revive this arm.

Yet, the eerie arm’s fingers twitched slightly, persistently in a state of motion, refusing to die entirely.

Li Yang was acclimating to this ghastly ghost hand.

It required time, and gradually mastering the new supernatural power.

With effort, he sat up.

The twisted body crackled, the sound of bones dislocating and grinding against each other, but Li Yang only twitched his mouth a few times; he was numb to the pain.

No supernatural force could corrode his will, and no physical pain could possibly defeat him.

If he hadn’t such a firm belief in survival, he would have crumbled long ago in the world of ghost drawing.

“Feeling surprisingly good, all the ghostly resurrections’ disruptions have vanished, as if fallen into slumber. I wonder if in my situation, the ghosts have crashed or it’s just a temporary balance, with a possibility of revival later?”

Li Yang couldn’t accurately assess his condition.

But at least, he felt that for at least a year, even with multiple uses of supernatural powers, there wouldn’t be a risk of resurrection.

Of course, the premise was not to confront overly terrifying ghosts.

He stood up, weak and feeble, with an exceptionally unpleasant complexion, dark, sallow, devoid of luster, like a corpse dead for days suddenly crawling out of a coffin, a complete ghostly visage.

Yet, Li Yang did not care.

As long as the Deceiving Ghost remained, parts of him could revert to a normal appearance.

Though not very useful, at least it didn’t frighten people as much when going outside.

“The hand seems usable, but full, flexible control is nearly impossible.” Li Yang lifted the horrifying ghost arm.

It could move, but wasn’t flexible, stiff, sluggish.

But that was sufficient.

Because it proved that Li Yang could already control the Door-Opening Ghost. The day this arm went out of control would mean the balance failed, and the ghost would revive once more.

Li Yang glanced around the house, dirty and foul-smelling, frowning as he decided to open the door for some air.

The withered hand touched the door.

“Bang!”

Instantly, the wooden door shattered, reduced to splinters, not a single piece intact.

“A simple door couldn’t withstand even a trace of supernatural power?” Li Yang instantly understood and wasn’t surprised.

He moved to the main entrance.

The high-strength steel security door, bulletproof, clearly wasn’t skimped on by Zhang Xiangu’s renovation company, using the best materials.

Li Yang eyed the door, extending the stiff, eerie arm again, the hand like a withered tree grasping the handle.

The next moment.

“Creak! Creak!”

The heavy door, influenced by an unseen supernatural force, metal twisting, deforming, emitting a tooth-aching sound.

The security door unfolded like soft cloth, twisted, torn, finally succumbing to metal fatigue with a bang, leaving metal fragments scattered.

The door was effortlessly shredded apart with a mere touch.

And that’s not all.

The lights in front of the villa began to flicker, one by one, until they all went out. It seemed as if a terrifying curse was spreading, halting only thirty meters away.

“This is the supernatural curse of the Door-Opening Ghost. Luckily, the place I live is somewhat secluded, with no other inhabitants. Otherwise, they would all have died.”

Li Yang felt a chill in his heart, relaxing a little only after confirming that no one inhabited the nearby villas.

Otherwise, with just this attempt, he would have inadvertently killed many people.

“The supernatural power of the third ghost is too terrifying. No wonder when I, the captain, and Sun Rui encountered that Door-Opening Ghost on the first floor of the post office, it took all three of us to fend off and drive away the ghost. Fortunately, that ghost lingered within the Ghost Post Office without leaving. Otherwise, it would have been another supernatural event of the same scale as the Door Knocking Ghost incident.”

Li Yang felt a strange chill in his heart.

Such a terrifying curse is merely a part of that ghost’s body, and even the Door-Opening Ghost itself could be a puzzle piece disassembled from Luo Wensong’s body.

“Those things from the Republic of China period are truly frightening. No wonder the captain is so wary of Sister Hong. These remnants from that era restrained themselves while alive, but once dead, and a vengeful ghost revives, it would be nothing short of a catastrophe.”

Li Yang thought to himself, looking at the thoroughly damaged security door, and had a general understanding of the frightening extent of his supernatural power.

Aside from gold-made doors or certain supernatural objects, any ordinary door in the world, no matter how sturdy, would be torn apart by this ghost’s door-opening supernatural power.

He pondered for a long while.

Li Yang came back to his senses, quietly turned around, went back into the house, and began tidying up the room, then contacted someone to reinstall two doors.

And no one knew what had taken place here earlier, not even Yang Jian, who was responsible for Dachang City, could keep an eye out for ghosts every day.

At this moment, Yang Jian was still eating noodles at the old street food lane.

After finishing a bowl of fried noodles, he didn’t feel full, as if he could continue eating, indicating his body was already very hungry.

However, Yang Jian did not feel hunger.

If possible, he would prefer not to eat or drink for an extended period, until his body starved to death.

But even so, after starving to death, Yang Jian could still function normally.

“I’m so full, I can’t eat another bite. The portions at this place are just too large,” Liu Xiaoyu said, taking a satisfied sip of water and feeling a bit stuffed.

“That’s why I used to come here to eat. Let’s settle the bill; I think I should head back,” Yang Jian said.

“Why leave so early? Won’t you take me around? Since coming to Dachang City, I haven’t had the chance to explore. As the person in charge of Dachang City, won’t you show me around? I read online that there’s a place with a musical fountain.”

“Will you take me to see it?” Liu Xiaoyu asked with a playful smile.

Since she finally managed to pull Yang Jian out, there was no way she would let him go back after just one bowl of fried noodles. Who knows when she’d get another chance to ask him out?

Yang Jian said, “If I don’t go back soon, I’m afraid of trouble.”

“Are you actually afraid of trouble? Back at headquarters, I might believe you would be afraid of trouble, but now this is your territory. Is there any trouble you can’t handle?” Liu Xiaoyu said.

“There are some things even I can’t handle,” Yang Jian said, “Do you think I’m omnipotent?”

“I think you’re pretty close to being omnipotent,” Liu Xiaoyu said, carrying a hint of admiration for Yang Jian.

However, right then, a private car suddenly drove into the food street.

This street was supposed to be pedestrian-only, but now it was desolate and empty; occasionally, some vehicles ignored traffic rules and took shortcuts through it.

The private car stopped in front of the shop.

The door opened, and Xiong Wenwen jumped out of the car: “Xiao Yang, don’t think you can hide here where I can’t find you. It’s useless; Daddy Xiong can foresee your location.”

“Rush hour, ten minutes, ten thousand yuan. You promised, don’t back out on me. Although Old Wang hasn’t driven a taxi in a long time and switched to running a convenience store, my driving skills are not to be underestimated. Itchy to get out now and then for a part-time gig. Consider yourself lucky you found me. Do you know how many shortcuts I took just now?”

The taxi driver poked half his head out, babbling nonstop.

“Driver, I’ve transferred the fare, thank you very much.” In the car, Chen Shumei paid the fare before getting out.

“A quick pay from a beautiful lady, remember to call Old Wang if you’re ever in urgent need and the store is not busy. I’m always available, just add more to the payment, but it’s worth it for my car,”

Old Wang said, continuing to ramble about his new car, its 400 horsepower, V6 engine, acceleration, and loan details — some incomprehensible stuff.

While babbling, he drove away.

Left behind were only Xiong Wenwen, Chen Shumei, Yang Jian, and Liu Xiaoyu.

The four of them just stared at each other, creating a slightly awkward scene.

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