Mysterious Revival

An old, decrepit radio was brought into the back hall by some unknown force, not even ten centimeters away from the darkness behind it.

But even such a short distance was enough to prove that a certain horrifying supernatural phenomenon had crossed the boundary and successfully invaded the back hall.

During the night watch, everyone believed that the spot in the back hall where the coffin was placed was the safest.

But now, that might not be true anymore.

From the radio came a chilling voice: “You, you’re in there, aren’t you? Heh, hehehe…”

“You must all be in there… sshhh~!”

“Heh, hehehe, I’m coming to find you now.”

The old radio kept spouting similar phrases, like a vengeful ghost whispering softly.

“Damn it.”

Fan Xing let out a low roar, a sound akin to the dying breath of an enraged corpse. In that moment, even his appearance seemed to change—ashen, dim, yet sinisterly horrifying.

It felt as if he had turned into a ghost himself at that moment.

As his roar echoed, the old radio suddenly cracked apart.

As if losing the supernatural power sustaining it, it shattered instantly into several pieces. But among the fragments, there was only the shell of the radio. Inside, it was completely hollow—nothing but a few pieces of darkened soil. There were no electronic components at all.

By all logic, such a radio could only be a model, completely incapable of receiving any signals.

“You used supernatural power, didn’t you? That roar was unique,” Yang Jian glanced over.

It was the first time he had witnessed Fan Xing’s use of supernatural power.

After the roar, Fan Xing’s ghastly expression quickly returned to normal.

“Did it work?” someone beside him asked in a low voice.

“I don’t know, but I felt that if I didn’t act, that cursed thing might really come for us. Cutting off the medium and breaking the curse first might have some effect. After all, even a ghost can be resisted. We’re all ghost tamers—there’s no way we’re entirely powerless,” Fan Xing replied, as if reassuring himself as well as reminding the others.

“The approach isn’t wrong.”

Yang Jian also approved of Fan Xing’s actions in his heart. If they continued letting the supernatural phenomena occur, they would gradually fall into greater danger.

Acting now was the right decision.

However…

The calm didn’t last long before another old radio slowly emerged from the darkness. It set itself steadily on the ground, identical to the previous one—even its appearance hadn’t changed.

“Sshhh…”

The familiar, eerie static returned.

And soon, the radio caught a signal, the static vanished, and the strange voice resurfaced: “You… won’t survive the night… sshhh!”

Hearing this sentence, a cold sweat broke out on many people’s foreheads. For a moment, they felt as if the ghost had marked them, and that the words were destined to become reality.

“Did… did it not work?” Fan Xing’s courage wavered in that instant.

His power couldn’t sever the curse.

“Will I really die tonight?”

Yang Xiaohua’s palms turned pale as she gripped the red balloon tightly, silently biting her lips.

Everyone felt tremendous pressure, as if their hearts had slowed to a crawl.

“If it comes, let it come. I’m right here.”

At that moment, it was Yang Jian who broke the oppressive atmosphere. Holding his splintered spear, he walked forward, casually picking up the radio from the ground and speaking directly into it.

After speaking, he tossed it away without hesitation.

The radio flew toward the main hall.

But just as the radio disappeared into the darkness, a fragmented voice emerged once again: “You… are you human… or ghost? Sshhh!”

The voice cut off.

The radio disappeared into the shadows, but no sound of it hitting the ground followed. It was eerily silent.

Everyone stared into the darkness, equal parts shocked and terrified.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

Three loud bangs suddenly echoed through the back hall.

Everyone jumped, snapping out of their trance.

Yang Jian, holding the splintered spear, struck the ground forcefully and said coldly, “Don’t hold on to any illusions tonight. Any ghost daring to invade here must be confronted immediately. This is the last safe haven. If it’s breached, we’re all going to die here.”

“When ghost tamers band together, we’ve faced even S-class supernatural events without flinching. Even a cornered dog will bite—what are you afraid of?”

Caution doesn’t mean cowardice.

Yang Jian hadn’t taken action earlier because the seventh day was still far away. It was better to conserve energy and avoid premature confrontation with the ghosts, saving strength for the most perilous days ahead.

But now…

The ghost had marked them.

With no way out, the only option was to fight.

The Ghost Shadow behind Yang Jian flickered and stretched.

A dark shadow spread across the ground, extending along the corridor leading from the main hall to the back hall.

With his splintered spear in hand, Yang Jian took a few steps forward, standing firmly in the middle of the corridor.

“Night watch—it’s not about guarding the coffin. It’s about surviving the night, keeping ourselves alive against the ghost’s assault. If you’re scared, go slip out the back door. Maybe you’ve got a slim chance of escaping.”

The others stared blankly at Yang Jian.

No one expected him to make this decision: to fight the ghost here instead of settling scores with the supernatural forces targeting them.

“Can just the few of us hold out through the night?” someone asked, their voice trembling slightly.

Anyone thinking rationally knew the truth.

Outside the old mansion, countless ghosts were wandering. No one dared guess their numbers.

What about ghost tamers?

Their powers would burn out after just a few uses, leading to their untimely deaths. They were already in poor shape after disembarking from the supernatural bus.

“Do you have another choice?” Yang Jian cast a chilling glance at them.

“He’s right—we don’t have a choice. Everyone, prepare to risk everything.” Fan Xing took a deep breath, putting aside fragmented thoughts to step forward. He chose to fight.

With Ghost Eye Yang Jian willing to risk everything, they had no option to back down.

If Yang Jian fell—a Captain Level ghost tamer succumbing to his powers’ resurrection—the last refuge would be overrun by the ghost.

“If that’s the case, let’s fight.” The ghost tamer previously cursed by the radio spoke in a low voice.

A few messengers exchanged silent looks, then walked forward without another word.

The group divided into two sides, each watching a corridor vigilantly.

If a ghost dared enter, they would attack without hesitation.

Even if it meant being drained to death, retreat was not an option.

It’s here!

A quickened set of footsteps suddenly shifted direction, sprinting towards them.

The radio’s static still echoed from the darkness ahead, carrying a faint, chilling phrase: They’re over there…

The ghost…

It seemed to be baiting other ghosts closer.

Footsteps rapidly approached.

The darkness crept further into the back hall. The two incense sticks burning before the coffin glowed faintly, their fragrance thickening in the air.

The next moment…

A pale, ghastly leg suddenly emerged from the darkness.

Wet and dripping, it stretched out from the shadows, streaked with dirt and weeds, as if dredged from a well or pond.

The ghost…

It had crossed the boundary completely.

“Bang!”

At that instant, Old Eagle fired. His antiquated firearm let out a dull shot.

The pale leg tore open, as a fragment of human bone, used as a bullet, hit it with precision.

The ghost staggered back. The pale leg swiftly retreated, while the sound of footsteps faded into the distance.

It seemed the ghost was withdrawing, disappearing once again.

“Did we drive it back?” Old Eagle was momentarily stunned.

He was surprised.

After all, his gun was weak, only able to temporarily repel ghosts rather than force them away entirely.

But what had just happened suggested the ghost had been gravely wounded and had no choice but to retreat.

The others didn’t understand the situation and looked at Old Eagle in amazement.

“It’s not that Old Eagle is so powerful; it’s this place… there’s something unique about it…” Yang Jian observed the two incense sticks and the bright red coffin closely.

The factor influencing this situation wasn’t the incense—it was likely the coffin.

“It’s the incense,” he muttered.

He noticed one of the incense sticks had burned down slightly, a small clump of ash falling to the ground.

A supernatural force seemed to have dissipated slightly.

“Could it be that fighting here lets us draw on the supernatural power of the incense?” Yang Jian speculated.

But now wasn’t the time for guesses.

The darkness continued to encroach.

Suddenly…

Yang Jian felt the Ghost Shadow make contact with something.

A medium had formed.

It was a hazy figure wandering in the dark—not fully formed, but distorted, warped, and creepily eerie.

“Looking for death,” Yang Jian muttered.

Without hesitation, he swung the Firewood Knife down at the medium.

The knife struck.

A piercing scream ripped through the darkness of the main hall, like the final wail of a dying person.

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