Mysterious Revival

The group assessed the speed at which the ancient mansion was losing balance.

The result was despairing.

According to the current situation, the old man inside the red coffin cannot maintain balance for twenty-four hours. After six o’clock this afternoon, it is possible that danger will begin to arise, and the ghosts within the mansion will continue to activate. By then, everyone remaining inside the mansion will be devoured by the ghosts.

Even Yang Jian cannot survive under such circumstances.

The reason for the imbalance, the group speculated, was that the ghost from the bus entered the mansion, causing the scales to tilt.

Although it wasn’t obvious at first, as time goes by, the consequences of this imbalance will become more and more severe. Once that critical point is breached, it will be uncontrollable.

“Is there any way to reverse this situation?” Fan Xing asked, looking anxious and extremely pale.

Li Yang’s eyes flickered slightly: “To reverse this situation, there is only one way, which is to find the ghost causing the mansion’s imbalance, and then catch it, detain or restrict it, preventing it from affecting this place. Only then will balance be restored, but this is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause.”

“Because the balance has already started failing, which means the ghosts inside the mansion will act sooner. If it advances by half an hour, we’ll need to withstand the ghost’s attacks for half an hour.”

“If it advances by an hour, then we need to withstand it for an hour.”

“How is that even possible, half an hour, an hour? We couldn’t last ten minutes during the night watch, and today is much more dangerous than the night watch.”

Fan Xing was shocked: “Let’s just escape. While the mansion hasn’t lost control yet, we should leave here. Maybe there’s still a chance to survive.”

Li Yang didn’t say a word, just looked at Yang Jian.

Whether to flee or fight, it was up to Yang Jian to decide.

He trusted the captain.

It was precisely because of this trust that he had survived until now, without dying. If even the captain could not think of a way, or lacked confidence, then others wouldn’t be able to either.

Yang Jian was silent; he thought for a long time before he said, “There is a way.”

“What?” Fan Xing was even more shocked at this moment, looking at Yang Jian as if he had seen a ghost.

This is already a desperate situation, yet there’s still a way?

Are you joking? Or are you saying this on purpose to stabilize people?

But there are not many people left here now, most of the ten or so people who entered the mansion have died, so there should be no need to stabilize anyone.

“What do you have in mind?” Zhou Deng rubbed his chin, speaking calmly, not anxious at all.

He had a good attitude, seeing through life and death, looking indifferent.

This kind of mentality is one of the reasons he was nominated as the captain.

Yang Jian looked at Li Yang and said, “Open that door and send all the ghosts inside the mansion in, as many as we can, while the mansion hasn’t completely lost balance.”

“Keeping the door open for too long will release the ghosts. If we use it today, and too many ghosts gather behind the door, we won’t be able to use it easily on the seventh day.” Li Yang’s face changed drastically.

He understood the captain’s thinking.

This idea was good and the key to breaking this deadlock.

However, it came with a price.

The cost is abandoning our backup plan for leaving the mansion, an all-or-nothing strategy. If we can’t hold on in the following days, then we really are going to die here.

“Can’t worry about that much, just have to take it step by step. If we don’t use the door now, the mission will most certainly fail today, and we still have the letter to retreat. Maybe it can work, not leading to complete despair.” Yang Jian said, “Li Yang, don’t hesitate. Do it now.”

“Since the captain has decided, I have nothing more to say.” Li Yang gritted his teeth and took out an old door handle.

Red paint, mottled and peeling, this door handle seemed somewhat familiar.

Yang Jian’s eyes flickered as he glanced at the disappearing room over there.

Ghost Gate.

Could it be the door of that room?

Li Yang walked over to the wall, directly cutting open his wrist, letting thick blood flow out.

He used the thick blood to draw a door on the wall.

Except for the door handle, he left the position empty.

Originally, this door was drawn on him, but to be safe, he did not do that and drew the door on the wall instead.

After the door appeared on the wall, Li Yang took out the old wooden door handle and directly installed it on the empty spot.

A bizarre and incredible scene occurred.

The blood-drawn door actually surfaced from the wall, a real door appeared, and through the door handle, the door could actually be opened.

Under the influence of Supernatural Power, even this drawn door could turn real, defying common sense and understanding.

“Captain, it’s ready. Should we open it?” Li Yang asked, somewhat nervous.

This door is not safe.

Because once opened, vengeful spirits will attempt to come out, and the longer it’s open, the more ghosts that emerge, and the more terrifying they become. Therefore, this door can only be used to escape in critical moments, or temporarily contain ghosts in emergencies, and it’s not suitable for long-term use.

Fortunately.

Li Yang has the codename Ghost Door Blocker.

He can use his supernatural power to close this door and prevent the ghosts from escaping.

“Open it directly, I need to throw the ghost inside. Keep an eye on the situation behind the door on your side, and alert me immediately if there’s anything unusual; I’ll pause the operation,” Yang Jian said.

“Okay.”

Li Yang nodded, then took a deep breath and, gripping the old wooden doorknob, slowly opened the door.

Behind the door was pitch black.

It was so dark that you couldn’t see your hand in front of you, like an abyss without boundaries, as if it was an entrance leading to hell, with a chilling aura rushing toward their faces, no one dared to enter that place.

At this moment, Yang Jian moved.

He directly held a cracking spear and pierced through a strange person standing still in front of him, forming the suppression of a Coffin Nail, then casually tossed it.

The corpse flew out, was thrown directly into the open door, and disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

There was no sound of it landing, nor any other noise, as if it evaporated into thin air without a trace of movement.

Yang Jian acted quickly; after throwing the first corpse, he immediately threw out the second one.

Time is crucial.

Because Li Yang cannot keep the door open indefinitely, Yang had to send away all the ghosts in the hall as quickly as possible.

“Can the Ghost Domain transfer them?”

While working, Yang Jian simultaneously attempted to use the Ghost Domain.

His Ghost Domain covered the front and connected with the open door, trying to transfer all the ghosts in the old house in one go.

A very greedy approach.

However, the result was that the dense, eerie crowd was indeed reduced by at least a dozen figures, but the other figures remained motionless, unaffected by the Ghost Domain.

“Supernatural interference, the Ghost Domain can’t transfer all the ghosts directly, but it has some effect. Not all ghosts are that terrifying; the ones at a general Terror Level were transferred by me,” Yang Jian thought to himself.

This action brought back some balance to the old house.

The old man’s corpse, which was about to lay down, slowly sat up a bit straighter again.

“It’s useful, the number of ghosts reduced, and the uncontrolled situation has improved,” Fan Xing said joyfully.

Although the effect was not particularly significant, continuing like this could slow down the imbalance’s pace and successfully make it through today.

Yang Jian did not waste a single second at this moment; he used the Ghost Domain to transfer some of the less terrifying ghosts. Those he couldn’t transfer, he personally nailed down with a Coffin Nail, then tossed the corpses inside.

He stood beside the open door, his hand on the door, ready to close it at any moment.

“So that’s what it is, the Ghost Gate from headquarters? I didn’t expect that thing to end up in your hands,” Zhou Deng immediately understood. “I’ll help as well.”

He quickly walked over, grabbed a stationary corpse, dragged it, and threw it into the pitch-black door.

Not as efficient as Yang Jian, but still effective.

“I can help too,” the Eagle stood up from the corner.

“No, you stay back. This isn’t something someone of your level can participate in,” Zhou Deng immediately reached out to stop him. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing two bruises on his arm, which were spreading like corpse spots.

“Although the ghosts can’t move for some reason, their supernatural power remains. It might not kill you, but it can erode your body. You’ve only survived the Eight-Tone Music Box’s curse, not become immune to bodily decay.”

The Eagle halted his steps. “So that’s how it is.”

He realized and refrained from going over to help.

“Are the vengeful spirits still a threat under such conditions?” Fan Xing also wanted to help to increase his survival chances but hesitated upon seeing this.

Nevertheless, after a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and prepared to act.

He reached out and grabbed a black paper figure, intending to throw it behind that door.

Because he felt this paper figure was very dangerous, very eerie, and his sense of unease was exceptionally strong.

However, the moment Fan Xing touched the paper figure, it suddenly turned its head, and the strangely painted face on the paper stared fixedly at him.

“Can’t move it?” Cold sweat instantly broke out on Fan Xing.

He felt that the paper figure was rooted, surprisingly heavy, and couldn’t be lifted.

And what scared him the most was that the paper figure’s head was slowly inching forward, getting closer and closer…

He wanted to retreat, but found the paper figure had grabbed his arm, preventing him from breaking free.

Fan Xing saw the expression on the paper figure had changed.

The paper figure was laughing.

With an exaggerated smile, just like how it was drawn, such an expression is impossible for a human to mimic.

“This ghost, even the ancient mansion can’t suppress it, can only temporarily limit; once approached, this ghost still has the ability to kill…” Fan Xing was startled at this moment.

He had underestimated the terror level of these ghostly things.

Indeed.

If these ghosts were ordinary, then Yang Jian would’ve already sent them away using the Ghost Domain without having to confront each one.

“Am I going to be killed?” Fan Xing felt his arm fracturing, breaking.

Even though the arm of this thing in front of him was made of paper, it could still crush a normal person’s arm.

But then.

A cracked long spear suddenly struck, piercing through the paper figure’s head, nailing it to the wall.

The black paper figure released its grip.

Fan Xing retreated in shock, trembling as he looked aside.

“Don’t create trouble if you’re lacking in power, just stay vigilant on the side. Many have died today; if this continues, I’m afraid there won’t be enough people to carry the coffins on the last day.”

Yang Jian spoke coldly, he pulled down the long spear, casually flinging the paper figure like trash into the darkness of the door, where it disappeared immediately.

Fan Xing was both shocked and relieved at this sight.

Indeed, Yang Jian’s ability was terrifying; combined with that Coffin Nail in the supernatural realm, he was one of the top figures, able to handle even such high-level ghosts with ease.

The number of ghosts was rapidly decreasing.

These ghosts didn’t vanish, nor were they suppressed; they were merely transferred to another place, sent by Yang Jian from the ancient mansion behind that Ghost Gate.

As for what consequences this might provoke, or what risks it might bring, Yang Jian didn’t know and was unwilling to care.

“The elder’s corpse has sat up again, the balance is being restored, the effect is quite obvious now.” The Eagle said with a note of surprise.

After all, with Yang Jian’s intervention till now, at least twenty ghosts in the hall had been reduced.

With such a considerable number being diminished, there surely would be results, it’s impossible for there to be no response.

Li Yang suddenly said anxiously at this moment: “Captain, we can’t continue anymore, there’s a… no, there’s a ghost trying to invade back.”

“So soon?”

Yang Jian frowned, he didn’t turn around, the ghost eyes watched the Ghost Gate behind him.

In the shadow beyond the door, he saw a pale human face with closed eyes emerging, seemingly only a face, with no body, no head.

This pale, dead face seemed like it wanted to walk out from the door.

Becoming more prominent.

A mangled, decayed corpse came flying over, crashing against it.

The face disappeared.

But soon it emerged again, this time there were two pale, dead faces, also with closed eyes.

Only the second face looked different, the expression on the second face seemed somewhat angry.

Zhou Deng also seized the opportunity to throw out a bizarre corpse, which struck the two strange faces.

The two rows of strange faces disappeared.

Next moment. In the darkness beyond the door, four strange faces emerged.

The latter two faces seemed increasingly angry, carrying wrath, even their eyes were about to open.

The walls were shaking.

No.

It was the drawn door shaking.

“Close the door.” Yang Jian, after throwing in one last fierce ghost, appeared directly next to the door, closing it.

The limit of opening the Ghost Gate was reached.

The ghosts in the darkness were drawn over, wanting to use this door to exit, return to reality.

So the door must be shut immediately after being opened for a while.

This time limit is uncertain, maybe a minute, maybe five, influenced slightly by luck too.

Because after the door is opened, ghosts finding the door’s position also takes time, if unlucky, upon opening the door, fierce ghosts are lingering nearby and rush out immediately; if lucky, no fierce ghosts linger behind the door, taking quite a while for any ghost to appear.

“Looks like this is as far as we can go.” Zhou Deng patted the dirty mud on his hands, saying.

The door was shut.

“Bang!”

A loud crash sounded from behind the door.

The enormous impact nearly forced the door open, Li Yang hurriedly used the ghost door blocker supernatural power to forcibly seal the door.

The crashing continued.

Strange face contours appeared on the door.

It seemed some fierce ghost was banging its face against the door, leaving marks.

“Erase the drawn door.” Yang Jian immediately instructed.

The two quickly smeared the fresh blood on the wall, destroying the shape of the door.

Soon.

The door protruding from the wall rapidly disappeared, as if sinking back into it.

The crashing from behind the door grew more terrifying.

The door originally sunk into the wall was forced to reveal itself from being hit.

Even though there was no longer any outline of the door, not meeting the requirements to open the Ghost Gate, it was forcibly influenced by supernatural power, being pulled back.

Li Yang broke into a cold sweat.

This ghost is fearsome, the Ghost Gate can’t even seal it, seems today is incredibly unlucky, with a ghost behind the Ghost Gate that defies common logic.

Yang Jian didn’t speak, he immediately reached out and forcibly removed the old door handle from the wall.

Without the maintenance of supernatural power, the door began to quickly disappear.

But the fierce ghost behind that door was unwilling to return to the darkness like this, faces began floating one after another on the wall, seeming determined to invade even without a door.

“Without the door handle, supernatural power can still influence here… This ghostly thing is terrifying.” Yang Jian stood firm holding the cracked spear, his face tense.

Should this thing dare invade, he would deploy every method to restrict it.

Otherwise, if this thing was let loose, the balance in the ancient mansion would completely break, and everyone would perish.

The contours of faces emerging on the wall multiplied, straining and twisting, like movie projections wanting to change from a plane to a three-dimensional image.

Yet the next moment.

All the face contours stopped struggling.

Followed by a rapid disappearance.

The eerie phenomenon on the wall subsided, leaving only remnants of several face contours.

The supernatural presence within the Ghost Gate eventually retreated without successfully invading.

Yang Jian let out a sigh of relief, he glanced at the red coffin.

The elder’s corpse sitting within, at some unknown point, had turned facing this direction, its face still severe, harsh, and eerily enigmatic.

“Was it ultimately the elder’s corpse that helped? Or did moving so many fierce ghosts away leave the elder with extra supernatural power to interfere with other ghosts invading the mansion?” Yang Jian mused silently.

It seemed.

The key to surviving today was ensuring this elder’s corpse remained without anomalies.

Ghosts could handle ghosts.

The elder’s corpse capable of dealing with so many fierce ghosts, how terrifying could it be?

Will the seventh day truly be uneventful?

Yang Jian felt that the previous days might just be appetizers, ultimately facing the elder’s corpse.

“On the seventh day, this elder likely must be buried with my Coffin Nail; otherwise, he won’t be suppressed.”

Such a thought couldn’t help but emerge in his mind.

If not sacrificing a Coffin Nail.

Should the elder’s fiercest ghost revive on the seventh day, who could withstand this?

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