Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian stood in front of the ancient mansion’s open door, lost in thought.

The events encountered today were eerie and exceptional: the opening of the mansion’s doors, the white lantern hanging on them, and the urgent sound of knocking…

These details were proof enough that something terrifying was unfolding in the mansion.

Though the danger had yet to fully manifest, the unusual signs on day one were already unsettling.

“Using the Firewood Knife can trigger a medium and reveal part of the truth from earlier.” Yang Jian gripped the cracked long gun in his hand tightly.

He stared at the densely packed handprints on the door.

This scene brought to mind the bloody handprints from the Caesar Hotel.

But after experiencing such events, Yang Jian was no longer reckless. He understood that some mediums left by ghosts could not be triggered indiscriminately, as certain mediums could lead to severe consequences when activated.

Thus, Yang Jian was assessing the situation, hesitating.

At the moment, he faced a choice: risk using the medium to find the source of the knocking sound or treat it as though nothing had happened and return to the room to pass the time.

It wasn’t indecision on his part.

Rather, when dealing with terrifying paranormal events, any decision could have a profound impact on the situation.

This was no game—there was no chance for a redo. A single misstep could mean the end of everything.

Even though Yang Jian, as an anomaly himself, could restart, he still dared not test the waters recklessly.

“I should take a risk. Simply staying in the room and doing nothing might not be enough to survive through the seventh day.” Yang Jian’s decisive nature took the lead.

He wanted to try, wanted to seize the initiative, and hated the thought of sitting and waiting for death.

“But the handprints left here might just be a trap set against me by the malevolent ghost. The ghost hasn’t entered or killed anyone; instead, it merely left countless handprints. This is akin to delivering the medium right to me.”

For some reason,

Yang Jian instinctively suspected it might be a trap.

Triggering the medium might initiate a horrifying chain reaction.

If only Xiong Wenwen, who could foresee the future, were here. If he were present, Yang Jian could use his foresight to weigh the pros and cons of the situation.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to bring Xiong Wenwen; he feared Xiong Wenwen might not survive the deadly dangers of the supernatural bus.

“Yang Jian, what are you thinking about? Someone like you, hesitating at a moment like this—it seems you’ve come across something extraordinary. Why not share your thoughts, let us offer some input?” Zhou Deng couldn’t resist asking upon seeing Yang Jian’s indecisive demeanor.

“Nothing much. I just have my own plans.” Yang Jian replied.

He wasn’t about to reveal how the Firewood Knife could be used.

Though triggering the medium might seem simple, finding the proper method was extremely difficult for a ghost-tamer if the secret wasn’t disclosed.

“Shut the door. Don’t touch the lantern for now. Let’s continue monitoring the situation and make decisions afterward. In a place like this, survival requires caution. I have a hunch that the reason we’re still alive and haven’t been attacked by the malevolent ghost is due to some kind of balance that hasn’t been disrupted. But this balance will gradually crumble over time, and we can’t afford to end this balance prematurely.”

Yang Jian then made his choice and decided to observe for the night.

If the same phenomena occurred again, he’d use the Firewood Knife to trigger the medium without hesitation.

Fan Xing and another ghost-tamer didn’t object. Without saying a word, they promptly shut the mansion’s heavy doors.

Once the sturdy wooden doors were closed, no anomalies unfolded inside the mansion, nor were there any sounds outside.

It seemed as if all the events earlier had been a false alarm, and peace returned once more.

However, the densely packed dirty handprints on the wood remained etched in everyone’s memories.

Though no one spoke.

Everyone knew clearly in their hearts that the malevolent ghost was lingering just outside the mansion, ready to enter at any moment.

Outside was no longer safe.

“Let’s go back.” Yang Jian said nothing more as he turned and left.

In the main hall, the number of gathered individuals had grown compared to before. Apart from Li Yang and the messenger from the fourth floor, nearly all the ghost-tamers who had exited the bus and entered the mansion were present.

“It’s nothing, just a minor anomaly. Carry on with your tasks.” Zhou Deng waved dismissively and said, “However, I’d like to clarify one thing: who moved this corpse?”

“Zhou Deng, I already said earlier that no one would waste their time moving this old corpse just to scare people.” One person, relieved by the calm outside, hurriedly explained.

“If it wasn’t moved by a person, there’s only one possibility: the corpse moved on its own. I’ve long suspected this corpse to be extremely dangerous. If we don’t find a way to restrain it, once the malevolent ghost revives, it might kill us all. I think we should use the Coffin Nail.”

With that, he glanced at Yang Jian.

Everyone knew Yang Jian possessed the Coffin Nail. This was practically semi-public information.

During his showdown with Ye Zhen in Dahai City, many details had leaked out and become widely known.

Thus, Yang Jian’s Coffin Nail was both feared and coveted.

In the current circumstances, people kept their desires hidden, naturally avoiding overt actions. The best way to handle this was to push Yang Jian into losing the Coffin Nail.

Yang Jian glanced at the speaker, then at Fan Xing. His gaze turned icy: “It seems I’ve been too lenient in the past. Now every random cat and dog thinks they can boss me around. Enough talking. Want to fight me? Kill me and it’s yours. I’ll count to three. If you don’t attack by then, I will.”

“I was only suggesting—just a suggestion!” The ghost-tamer’s face paled as he quickly corrected himself.

The others glanced around nervously, their expressions unsure.

But it wasn’t hard to tell from their faces: they had discussed this beforehand.

“Two…” Yang Jian said coldly.

Would it really come to a fight?

Zhou Deng took a few steps back, observing the situation.

You couldn’t intimidate these lunatics with words or reputation alone. If you don’t act, they’ll never learn.

Three!

On the third count,

The seemingly apologetic ghost-tamer suddenly revealed a grotesque expression, like a ghost awakening for a kill.

Clearly, he had been prepared to act, though everything had been well-hidden, catching others off guard.

But in the next moment,

A cold, blackened hand clamped around his neck.

The movement was swift.

It was faster than the man could activate the ghost’s ability.

In other words, Yang Jian had already acted by the time he’d reached the count of “two.”

The Ghost Hand made contact, suppressing the ghost’s influence. In an instant, the ghost-tamer went limp as Yang Jian lifted him effortlessly. Amidst a sickening series of cracking bones, the man was choked to death.

“Pathetic. I thought you’d be more capable. So what if you control a ghost at the edge of revival? Killing you is child’s play.” Yang Jian grabbed the corpse with nonchalant ease, as though handling garbage, and carried it to the mansion’s courtyard.

With a casual toss,

The astonishing strength sent the corpse flying out of the mansion.

“Yang Jian didn’t even use the Coffin Nail…” The others’ eyes shrank in horror.

They had assumed Yang Jian’s ruthlessness came solely from the Coffin Nail and Ghost Eye, but they hadn’t expected the unassuming Ghost Hand alone could easily kill a ghost-tamer.

The seemingly casual choke was actually a confrontation between supernatural forces. If you couldn’t suppress the ghost within your opponent’s body, there’d be no way to choke them.

But why hadn’t the Ghost Hand displayed such power during Yang Jian’s fight with Ye Zhen?

Wait.

Everyone suddenly realized something.

It wasn’t that Yang Jian’s Ghost Hand wasn’t strong; it was that the battle between him and Ye Zhen was on another level entirely. Even a fraction of their supernatural abilities could prove fatal, but their higher level made it seem less significant in that context.

Thus, while the Ghost Hand wasn’t effective against Ye Zhen, it was utterly despair-inducing against them.

“Anyone else want to make a move? Killing one is the same as killing a group. I wouldn’t mind taking you all on.” Yang Jian swept his gaze over the crowd and asked.

At this moment,

The others retreated.

Even Fan Xing felt a surge of fear.

He sensed that his so-called position of authority couldn’t guarantee his life.

With the mansion’s dangers still unclear, Yang Jian was simply holding back—but this restraint was limited…

“Since no one dares to step forward, behave yourselves. I don’t want to spend my days watching over you fools.” Yang Jian shot them a cold glance before leaving.

He returned to his room, waiting for the inevitable moment to arrive.

This farce had finally come to an end.

The restless crowd temporarily calmed down.

But outside, the wind began to pick up.

The white lantern swayed.

Around the mansion, it seemed countless figures were moving in the shadows.

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