Mysterious Revival

“Crap, do you even know how to play? I put down a pair of kings and you throw down a bomb?” Xiong Wenwen said.

Yang Jian said, “A straight, three with one, a single 4, that’s all.”

“Wait, hold up, isn’t that cheating? Who plays like that?” Xiong Wenwen said angrily.

“You can’t follow my hand, see for yourselves,” Yang Jian replied.

A look of frustration crossed Luo Su Yi’s face as he tossed his cards down: “Good thing we’re not betting money, otherwise I’d definitely go bankrupt.”

Xiong Wenwen checked his hand and almost jumped up in frustration: “Can’t take a single card, what use are you, truly a pitfall.”

“Look at the hotel, it’s getting dark,” someone called out.

At that moment, Lin Luomei next to them suddenly picked up the intercom and broadcasted to the group.

It’s getting dark?

Luo Su Yi looked up at the hotel in surprise.

Sometime when no one was watching, the mist enveloping the hotel had started to turn dark. No, not that the fog was turning dark, but the environment around it was darkening, as if the area surrounding the hotel had suddenly entered the night, and everything in front of them was rapidly vanishing from sight.

That black night seemed like it could swallow everything.

“Holy moly. It’s really getting dark. What kind of ghostly thing is coming out now? This hotel is way too freaky,” Xiong Wenwen exclaimed in shock.

This bizarre change, even for a Ghost Domain controller, clearly meant something, even if he was just a ten-year-old kid.

Yang Jian squinted his eyes: “Is it coming? The Door Knocking Ghost.”

The persistent broadcasting over half an hour, the incessant door-knocking heard by everyone in the hotel, the curse spreading, there was no reason why the Door Knocking Ghost wouldn’t visit here.

What surprised him a bit was exactly how the Door Knocking Ghost had managed to get to the Caesar Grand Hotel in Z City.

Was it traveling through the Ghost Domain, or did it just appear out of nowhere chasing the curse?

“Get ready, we’re going into the hotel immediately,” Yang Jian stood up, stretched his body, and said with a grave expression.

“But, isn’t it more dangerous to go in now?” Luo Su Yi exclaimed in alarm.

“No, now is the safest time,” Yang Jian said, staring at the gradually disappearing area: “I’ve summoned a ghost. That ghost will take away most of the dangers there and move them into its own Ghost Domain. Even though it’s the same place, it’s actually in a different space. Hmm, for now, you can think of it like that.”

“Don’t waste time; this is our last run. We need to be quick.”

The Ghost Door Knocker’s domain is mobile, and soon the vanished hotel will reappear.

After being swept over by the Ghost Door Knocker’s domain, the hotel’s danger level will be very low.

At least, compared to before, it would be.

Who would have thought that the curse left on the cell phone would play such a big role later on?

Yang Jian quickly turned around and went downstairs to prepare all the necessary things.

Although Luo Su Yi was reluctant to get involved, Lin Luomei had been conscripted, so there was no choice but to steel himself for what was to come.

Fifteen minutes later.

Yang Jian and his group were standing near the first line of defense again.

Somewhat miraculously, the Ghost Fog that was visible just then had mysteriously vanished.

Yes, the thick fog that could disorient was gone.

The Caesar Grand Hotel, which had disappeared from view on the rooftop, had once again manifested before their eyes without truly disappearing completely.

Yang Jian’s deduction was correct.

After the Door Knocking Ghost’s arrival, it moved again, and this movement included shifting the Ghost Domain as well; hence the hotel previously covered by the Ghost Domain, after vanishing, reappeared again.

The Ghost Fog hadn’t vanished; it was simply taken into its Ghost Domain by the Door Knocking Ghost.

“However, we can’t guarantee that the hotel is completely safe now. There’s still the presence of those not taken into the Ghost Domain, and those kind of ghosts generally have a very high Terror Level,” Yang Jian did not relax his guard.

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Perhaps the danger within the hotel had lessened, but the remaining risk was extraordinary.

“Just stroll in like that?” Luo Su Yi was stunned upon seeing Yang Jian heading towards the hotel without hesitation.

Yang Jian turned back with a stern face, “You talk too much. If you don’t want to come, just wait outside. To tell you the truth, I haven’t completely trusted you yet, so do whatever you need to do now. If you interfere with me during the supernatural event, I’ll deal with you first.”

Luo Su Yi’s neck shrank involuntarily out of fright.

In front of others, he could be arrogant and confident, but in front of this “Ghost Eye” Yang Jian, he was like a mouse in front of a cat, unable to muster any boldness.

This guy could easily kill him without a second thought, it was no joke.

Soon.

Yang Jian arrived at the Caesar Hotel’s lobby for the third time.

Just like the previous two times, everything looked normal on the surface, showing no sign of anything strange, just like a hotel that was closed temporarily.

“Lin Luomei, call out, help me find where Zhao Lei is,” Yang Jian said.

He still didn’t look for room number 13 or number 31. Choosing that way was risky. If he relied on Lin Luomei to find people, he could directly get an accurate location without having to make a dangerous choice.

Lin Luomei had no choice but to follow Yang Jian’s instructions. Although she usually didn’t speak, she wasn’t mute; she just couldn’t speak. Her voice was a ghost, every word uttered carried an inexplicable supernatural power, and if she ever said someone would die.

Then that person would indeed be killed by a mysterious force in her voice.

Therefore, Lin Luomei chose to play mute, communicating with a voice playback software on ordinary days.

“Zhao Lei, where are you?” Lin Luomei uttered these words, her voice indescribable.

It was like an evil ghost whispering, sending chillingly eerie vibes, a tone no normal person could produce.

The sound didn’t spread immediately but rippled out in a fixed direction, like ripples on a pond.

This way of spreading was unique; only those nearby would hear it. Once out of range, you would never hear the sound again.

“Zhao Lei, where are you?”

The voice, like a death-seeking specter, wandered on the first floor, the Wanderer.

It passed through the lobby, through walls, into the rooms on the first floor, and every reachable place, bringing potentially fatal consequences to anyone who accidentally heard it.

In less than a minute, this eerie voice, transformed into an invisible specter, made its round on the first floor.

“There’s no Zhao Lei on the first floor,” Lin Luomei said with a pale face, speaking through the player.

Yang Jian said, “The second floor, third floor, fourth floor, search from the bottom up. Since you’ve already used your ability once, it should have the expected effect. Don’t worry, after this event is over I won’t treat you badly. I still have a quota to control a second Evil Ghost that I haven’t used at Wang Xiaoming’s place. If you can help me resolve this supernatural event smoothly, I might consider giving it to you.”

A quota to control a second ghost?

Hearing this, Lin Luomei looked at Yang Jian with a mix of shock and joy, her eyes glittering with delight.

She was reaching the limit of controlling one ghost to stay alive, and to prolong the ghost’s resurrection, she had to steel her heart and control a second one.

Though this method wasn’t exactly a secret, the success rate differed from country to country. And in Asia, the plan offered by Wang Xiaoming had the highest survival rate, making his quota extremely precious, usually reserved for international ghost controllers who had proven their merits. For local ghost controllers like Lin Luomei, it was almost impossible to get a slot.

Just like how Yang Jian had to go through the Ghost Coffin event in Huanggang Village for a shot at a quota, he had barely survived.

The strange voice continued to spread, this time climbing the stairs to the second floor.

There was a kitchen on the second floor, a dining room, and various sizes of private rooms.

The voice reached the dining room; there was no response. Under the dining table lay several stiff corpses long dead, no longer affected by the curse of the Door Knocking Ghost, just ordinary corpses now.

Then, the voice moved into the kitchen.

The kitchen, with its door wide open, was pitch-dark. The voice lingered there for a moment before retreating.

Still no response.

But amidst the darkness, a series of black footprints emerged from somewhere in the kitchen, stretching out and disappearing on the stairs leading to the third floor.

“There’s nothing on the second floor either, neither Zhao Lei nor anything else,” said Lin Luomei, her body tense, through the broadcaster.

Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed.

This result was somewhat unexpected for him, because from the first search, he was almost certain there was a ghost on the second floor, and it was one whose condition was unclear but had a very high level of danger.

“Nothing at all? That’s impossible. Where did that ghost on the second floor go?”

Xiong Wenwen’s eyes widened with a hint of terror, speaking out his fears as just a child, without much contemplation.

“Last time with Yang Jian, I encountered Tong Qian’s Ghost Face in the dining room on the second floor, but another ghost got attracted by the Ghost Candle. I can’t predict the exact details of that ghost, because no matter how I try to foresee it, the outcome for me and Yang Jian was death, our bodies sliced into pieces, our heads displayed on the dining table… We were as dead as could be,” Xiong Wenwen said.

Listenting to this, Luo Su shuddered uncontrollably, “Really? You foresaw your own death along with Yang Jian?”

From previous conversations, he knew that Xiong Wenwen’s ability was to foresee the future, predicting things related to himself within the next hour.

Looking somewhat scared, Xiong Wenwen nodded in agreement.

“My god,” Luo Su was internally collapsing.

Even those who were considered a strong support could have their moments of failure; the danger here had skyrocketed.

Yang Jian said calmly, “Kid, don’t talk nonsense. The future you foresee is just the worst-case scenario you could face right now. Since it can be foreseen, it can be avoided. It’s like there’s a pit ahead, and I’d fall and die if I walk three steps forward. Would I still fall in that pit if I knew about it beforehand?”

“Your ability is like insurance. With you around, the chance of dying is the lowest, so don’t worry about foreseeing death.”

“Oh, that seems to make sense,” Xiong Wenwen said, feeling reassured by the analysis.