Mysterious Revival

Once midnight passed, it officially became the second day.

After the first day in the ancient mansion was spent surviving without any major incidents, the dangers of the second day had clearly doubled. On the first day, no signs of malevolent spirits had appeared in the mansion. Whether it was the wailing-like wind, the urgent knocking on the door, or the impenetrable darkness in the corridor’s depths, none of these supernatural phenomena had truly invaded the mansion.

But the second day was different.

The presence of the ghost had emerged within the ancient mansion.

At the front of the room shrouded in darkness in the left-hand corridor, an empty black Taishi Chair was placed there. On the chair’s backrest, a pair of icy, eerie hands could be clearly seen resting atop it.

Fortunately, the ghost stopped there.

The darkness had encroached to this extent, but did not advance further. Though the main hall was dim, some light still managed to filter in through the skylight.

The group, forced and unwilling, gathered in the main hall.

The rooms could no longer be occupied.

The empty rooms nearby had begun showing various supernatural signs. Staying inside any longer would ensure a tragic fate.

“Head to the rear hall.”

Without hesitation, Yang Jian immediately took action upon seeing this.

The others felt a chill in their hearts and followed at once.

The second day was meant for keeping vigil.

Since it was a vigil, the meaning was clear: They had to stay near the coffin and guard the corpse of the deceased elder. If they left rashly or strayed too far from the coffin, it would be an act of extreme disrespect.

Nobody could predict the dangers that such disrespect might provoke.

The red coffin lay in the center of the rear hall.

The surrounding area was barren, with only a small incense burner positioned before the coffin, containing three sticks of incense.

Wait… it wasn’t three sticks now. Only two remained.

One of the incense sticks had disappeared.

Yang Jian noticed this change immediately and quickly thought of Zhou Deng.

“Someone took a stick of incense.” Wang Feng, the messenger, narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Where’s Zhou Deng? We saw him earlier, but where has he vanished now?” Fan Xing glanced around, finally realizing Zhou Deng was missing from the crowd.

“It must have been him who stole the incense stick. That lunatic actually dared to rush out and fight with a ghost over supernatural objects on the bus before, nearly leading the ghost onto it,” someone muttered through gritted teeth.

Many detested Zhou Deng deeply.

Everything he did was beyond normal.

The three sticks of incense had been standing here without burning out for two days, unquestioningly special objects. Yet no one dared to touch them, fearing unimaginable dangers would follow.

“At least he didn’t touch the coffin. If he had, I’d be prepared to fight him to the death,” someone threatened viciously.

Though one incense stick was missing, lamenting it now hardly mattered.

They noticed that the rear hall held another inconspicuous back door.

The back door was currently ajar, leaving a sliver of space.

Through the crack, they could glimpse the scene behind the mansion: a stretch of dense, old woods cloaked in darkness. Next to the woods lay a narrow, winding path that extended all the way to the back door.

This was the second path.

While the front door had one path, the back door also led to another.

“The width of the back door is narrow, but have you noticed—it’s just wide enough to allow the coffin to be carried out?” The sharp-eyed Old Lin observed and revealed a rather critical detail.

“So, at an appropriate time, we’d have to carry the coffin out for its burial. We’d follow the small path outside, walk all the way to the old woods, and finally find a spot to bury this coffin…”

Fan Xing took note as well.

“But isn’t this far too troublesome? Why didn’t the elder settle his funeral arrangements before all this, and just lie inside the coffin from the start?”

“For answers, you’d need to ask the corpse inside the coffin. How could we possibly know?” Old Lin retorted snappishly.

His faction was aligned with Yang Jian, and after previous events, he and Fan Xing could be considered mortal enemies.

With dangers lurking everywhere and death possible at any moment, courtesy was unnecessary.

“The main hall is getting darker…” Yang Xiaohua’s weary eyes fixed on the direction of the main hall.

Previously, although the outside had been dim, at least the surroundings were still somewhat visible. Now, however, the area was slowly enveloped in darkness. This darkness was unusual, stopping at the walls between the main hall and the rear hall, refusing to breach further.

The entire mansion was now cloaked in darkness.

The only untainted area left was around the coffin, seemingly the sole safe haven in the region.

“It’s confirmed—the vigil must revolve around the coffin. If we hadn’t reached the rear hall beforehand, we might already have been consumed by the darkness infiltrating the mansion,” Yang Jian’s thoughts crystallized in this moment.

“There’s a sound in the main hall…”

A moment before they could breathe a sigh of relief.

The previously silent and grim main hall suddenly emitted noises. These sounds were distinct and uncanny—chairs being dragged, as if someone were moving the sparse furniture within, and heavy footsteps echoing throughout. Additionally, a dripping sound—soft and intermittent—could be heard.

It sounded like someone had just showered, their body wet and unfinished in drying.

All at once, the dark and lifeless mansion seemed to stir with activity, no longer stagnant.

Upon hearing these noises, everyone fell silent. They dared not speak nor invite attention, fearing any irrelevant gesture might draw the ghosts toward them.

The noises lingered and, disconcertingly, grew more intense.

“Bang!”

A loud crash erupted from the darkened main hall. A chair had been thrown to the ground, breaking apart into splinters and fragments scattered wildly.

“A ghost is destroying the black Taishi Chair? Could it be that the ghost couldn’t locate a target in the main hall, so it’s simply wreaking havoc?” Yang Jian mused darkly.

“Shhh…”

Suddenly, another eerie sound crept through the main hall. It mimicked the static of an old-fashioned radio, the sort emitted when a device struggled to find its signal and produced random electronic noise.

“No way. Is it really here?”

Fan Xing’s pupils contracted upon hearing this. He instinctively shifted his gaze to one of the other ghost-wielders nearby.

That person’s muscles stiffened, their complexion ghostly pale. They didn’t even dare glance toward the main hall, nervously lowering their head as though nothing had happened.

The radio ghost seemed to have arrived today.

And it had activated the curse.

No one dared to voice this revelation, for the curse might not target a single individual—it could implicate everyone in the room at the time.

Thus.

Everyone stayed quiet.

Regardless, Yang Jian wasn’t privy to these details.

At this moment, creating trouble would only lead to more trouble. If Yang Jian discovered this, he might eliminate them all for safety’s sake. Another bloodbath could very well erupt in the rear hall tonight.

But Yang Jian’s keen eyes didn’t miss the subtle changes in their expressions upon hearing the strange radio noises.

“Did they previously encounter some type of supernatural incident involving a radio?” Yang Jian silently speculated.

As time pressed onward.

The supernatural signs within the mansion intensified. Within the rear hall, everyone heard rapid barefoot footsteps echoing across the mansion—the slap of bare feet on the mansion’s stone floors growing disturbingly frantic.

“Is there a ghost who showered, didn’t get dressed, and is now running amok in the main hall?” Da Qiang, the messenger, muttered under his breath.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Yang Jian glared at him.

Da Qiang said no more. Though his remark was intended as humor, his body remained tense, ready for confrontation. He couldn’t help but worry the ghost might abruptly dash toward the rear hall.

But for now.

It seemed the ghost hadn’t noticed this area yet.

The vigil, as surmised, required remaining near the red coffin to stay secure.

However, more troubling than the noises was the incessant creeping of the radio transmission.

This sound seemed to originate from the direction of the mansion’s front door, moving steadily closer without pause, heading directly for the rear hall.

The volume increased.

The static intensified.

“Will the ghost truly find us here?” Fan Xing’s nerves frayed, anxiety suffocating him.

As if spoken into existence, fears materialized.

The static from the old radio truly arrived.

It paused right at the rear hall’s entrance.

There was no barrier, only darkness lying in between.

“This is the closest the supernatural phenomena have come. Is the main hall no longer safe?” Old Lin’s gaze locked firmly onto the hallway beyond.

An obsolete radio appeared on the floor, steadily inching toward the main hall’s location.

Something unseen seemed to push the radio forward.

The supernatural had breached the rear hall.

“Shhh…” Static flared from the radio.

The signal abruptly connected, silencing the noise altogether.

“You’re all in there, aren’t you? Heh… Heh-heh.” An eerie, distorted voice crackled from the radio speaker.

Everyone’s expressions instantly turned pale.

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