Mysterious Revival

Finally, the fifth day has arrived.

More than half of the seventh day has passed, and the remaining people in the ancient mansion have named today as: Ghost Banquet.

It means today is the feast of the fierce ghosts, because this mansion will now completely lose balance, all supernatural entities will invade it. In such a situation, even top-tier captains like Yang Jian would be buried here, not just ordinary ghost handlers.

This is not a scene that living people can handle.

To survive, one must find a way to make it through today.

According to previous speculations, the key to survival today is three bowls of white rice.

Three large porcelain bowls filled with semi-cooked white rice were placed in front of the red coffin.

Yang Jian, Li Yang, Zhou Deng, Leuk Qingqing, and the eagle gathered together.

These are the only five people left.

Except for Yang Xiaohua, whose status is unknown, everyone else is dead, and the seventh day is not yet over, more losses might still occur.

No matter how dangerous it is, they must still strive to survive.

“Li Yang and I will take one bowl, Zhou Deng, you take one, and Leuk Qingqing and the eagle, you take one. Each of us must figure out how to use it to survive. If we can’t, then dying here is inevitable,” Yang Jian said quickly, without wasting time.

“Alright, let’s do it this way.”

“I have no objections.”

Zhou Deng and Leuk Qingqing did not object and nodded, immediately taking their bowl of rice.

The bowl allocated to Yang Jian and Li Yang had the most rice because there were two of them; Zhou Deng had the least because he was alone; and Leuk Qingqing and the eagle’s was moderate, because the eagle’s situation was special. If lucky, the Eight-Tone Music Box curse could still help him fend off ghost attacks.

“We need to cover the coffin, or else the old man might be invaded by other ghosts, causing unexpected changes.” Yang Jian remembered the aftermath at this moment.

He lifted up the lid of the red coffin and quickly covered it during the moment the fierce ghosts invaded the mansion.

No one wanted the fierce ghost of the old man to resurrect on the fifth day during the Ghost Banquet.

This red coffin has the power to suppress supernatural phenomena, but only if the coffin and the lid are combined. If it is open, its effect of constraining supernatural power immediately disappears.

“Barring any accidents, this red coffin won’t be opened until the day it is buried.” Yang Jian’s eyes flickered.

He considered and decided not to leave the Coffin Nail in the red coffin.

It’s not that he couldn’t part with the Coffin Nail; rather, he couldn’t afford to lose its help now, or he wouldn’t survive the next two days.

“The ghosts have come in…”

The eagle spoke heavily at this point.

This time was different from the previous ones; fierce ghosts were surging in from the mansion’s main door, and the sound of doors opening echoed repeatedly from the corridors on both sides. Darkness rushed in like a cloud, ready to burst forth at any moment.

It seems the fierce ghost with the Ghost Domain that Yang Jian previously dismembered twice has recovered and is invading the mansion again.

The corpse that Yang Jian previously hacked with the Firewood Knife stood up again, and more terrifying entities surged in like a tide from outside the mansion, threatening to engulf everyone.

The red coffin was completely ineffective now.

Ghosts crossed the courtyard, came to the main hall of the mansion, and kept approaching, showing no signs of stopping.

The group wore mourning clothes, unsure if they were still useful, but dared not remove them. These garments could block the ghosts’ perception, but this blocking was not foolproof; Fan Xing was killed wearing mourning clothes, as was Da Qiang.

Thus, although useful, they couldn’t promise absolute safety.

Everyone was currently within Yang Jian’s five-layer Ghost Domain.

Yang Jian dared not retract the Ghost Domain even now, fearing that if the Ghost Domain vanished, the fierce ghosts would directly attack everyone in the mansion, with no chance to resist before being killed.

“Relying on the mourning clothes and Ghost Domain coverage seems to temporarily avoid ghost attacks, but this is not enough.”

Yang Jian glanced at the others: “My Ghost Domain can’t last all day, and under paranormal interference, it might be invaded. So we must find the method to survive before then, or there won’t be a chance for trial and error.”

“So ideally one person needs to take off the mourning clothes, leave the protection of the Ghost Domain, and go out with the rice to test?” Zhou Deng furrowed his brows, understanding Yang Jian’s intention.

“Perhaps this is the meaning of the fifth day Ghost Banquet, abandoning the protection of mourning from the fourth day Yuying Day, facing new crises,” Yang Jian said.

The eagle spoke now: “Since it’s a trial, there inevitably should be an order. I’ve been cursed and can’t live long, so I’ll be the first to test.”

“If so, then I’ll be second,” Zhou Deng shrugged.

Yang Jian said: “I’m third.”

“I’ll be fourth,” Leuk Qingqing’s eyes flickered, appearing very tense. Then she handed her bowl of rice to the eagle.

No one declined; the order was intuitively set.

With so few people left, if you don’t go, who will?

To survive, you have to gamble.

“Ready?” Yang Jian asked.

The eagle took the bowl of rice and nodded: “I’m ready.”

He was holding a bowl of white rice and also clutched a black and red pair of dice.

In case of emergency, he would play dice to delay time, just like before.

“Then let’s begin…” Yang Jian said and promptly sent the eagle out.

The eagle remained standing there but was no longer within Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain. Although it seemed unchanged, the reality was drastically different.

Once out of the Ghost Domain.

The mansion’s anomalies intensified dramatically.

The blurry and eerie silhouette of a fierce ghost projected on the wall instantly gazed at the eagle. His body felt the influence, limbs turning into shadows gradually merging into the ground, becoming a shadow on the floor.

The Eight-Tone Music Box’s curse didn’t work.

Because the curse ensures he doesn’t die but doesn’t guarantee he won’t be attacked by supernatural forces; they don’t conflict with each other.

“Let me help you.”

Yang Jian didn’t want the eagle to be disturbed like this and become a shadow on the floor, negating the purpose of the trial.

His Ghost Shadow shook as if a fierce ghost revived; a gigantic black shadow stood up from the ground, swiftly enveloping the eagle.

The eagle felt a chilling cold invade his body, sending shivers down his spine.

He felt engulfed in darkness as if about to be consumed by the Ghost Shadow.

But the Ghost Shadow saved him.

His limbs didn’t further transform into ground shadows; this paranormal influence was blocked, and he was protected by the Ghost Shadow.

However, this protection was not absolute now.

A disembodied lower half of a corpse moved towards him, and the fierce ghost covering its eyes with a hand began to slowly open its palm, revealing two finger gaps where a mysterious gaze peeked through dark eye sockets, staring at the eagle.

Moreover, several fierce ghost silhouettes rushing into the main hall suddenly halted; some looked at the eagle, others even ran directly towards him.

The eagle merely stood motionless, seemingly triggering the murder pattern of several fierce ghosts.

At this moment, breathing, even standing, was a mistake.

This is the terror of having numerous fierce ghosts in a paranormal event; murder patterns multiply, you avoid one, but not another, some ghost will target you.

The eagle already sensed the danger impending him; he doubted whether the Eight-Tone Music Box’s curse could protect him.

He had figured out how to use the rice in his hand confidently.

He didn’t hesitate at all and took a small handful of rice, scattering it at the emerging fierce ghosts.

This action wasn’t random; it stemmed from certain folklore methods to expel evil. In some places, rice was thrown to disperse malevolent spirits.

He thought this method was likely effective.

The semi-cooked rice scattered on the ghosts’ bodies.

The ghosts didn’t stop; still approaching.

No, they were already attacking the eagle.

The Ghost Shadow enveloping the eagle immediately encountered some paranormal force, twisting, tearing, forming gaps, unable to continue shielding the eagle.

The Ghost Shadow retreated, and an anomaly immediately appeared in the eagle’s body.

His body was gradually transforming into a shadow, while cracks appeared on him, blood seeping from his eyes, his stomach revolting, wanting to vomit…

Supernatural power was invading his body.

“He failed, this method is wrong,” Zhou Deng said, eyes wide open.

“Yang Jian, bring him back,” Leuk Qingqing hurriedly said.

However, the eagle waved his hand and said, “No, it’s too late. I have a ghost on me, don’t come near me.”

He collapsed to his knees with a thud, and behind him, an incomplete corpse was lying on his back, its head pressed firmly against the back of his head. Meanwhile, he was vomiting again, but what came out was not food, but a dead grey arm emerging from his mouth.

His body was gradually sinking, he was about to disappear.

On the wall, that blurry, terrifying ghostly figure was moving, approaching the eagle.

The Eight-Tone Music Box in his mind echoed faintly, but it couldn’t stop any of this.

In less than ten seconds after its appearance, several different ghosts attacked the eagle, his body directly invaded by ghosts. At this point, even if he were pulled into the Ghost Domain, it would be of no use, because the ghost was already in his body, merging into one with him.

The eagle’s body cracked, a strange body writhing under his flesh, gradually swelling, as if it was about to tear him apart.

“Bet with me, lose and leave,” the eagle, bleeding all over, nearly cried out in agony, yet he wasn’t dead.

The curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box gave him survival capability beyond the normal human physiological limits.

Even if his heart shattered, internal organs disappeared, the eagle could still live, maintaining a clear consciousness.

However, at this perilous moment, the eagle threw out a dice.

The game of Ghost Dice began.

Once he threw it, another dice started spinning wildly, and a ghost immediately joined the event.

The eagle successfully continued the game.

The dead grey arm extending from his mouth slowly retracted, his swollen body began to calm down, the half-remaining corpse on his back gradually blurred and disappeared… the supernatural attack was forcibly interrupted.

“The eagle is beyond saving.”

Li Yang was silent for a moment, then spoke, “Once he exits this game, the ghosts’ attack will resume, and he will be instantly torn apart, unsightly. If it’s just the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, there might still be a chance to survive; after all, Captain, you’ve dealt with curses before.”

“It’s your turn, Zhou Deng, while the eagle is still alive, holding a few ghosts.”

Yang Jian said, his Ghost Shadow retreated, finally taking away the bowl of white rice in front of Zhou Deng and handing it to Leuk Qingqing.

“I know, did you think I would be afraid? Captain Yang, you underestimate me, Zhou,” Zhou Deng said.

His Human Skin Mask never came off.

At this moment, he was both a ghost and a living person.

But even if you’re a ghost, as long as you meet the pattern of murder, you’ll still be targeted. You can only say that having the identity of a ghost allows you to interfere with a ghost’s perception to a certain extent, making it not so easy to get hit.

“Be careful not to die,” Yang Jian said, looking at him.

Although Zhou Deng had caused trouble before, the cooperation in the old house was relatively smooth.

“I’ll try. If I die, remember to report to the headquarters that I died handling a supernatural event, this can get quite a bit of compensation,” Zhou Deng said, holding a bowl of white rice, then gestured.

Yang Jian didn’t speak, letting him go out.

Although he could pull Zhou Deng back anytime, the eagle’s condition was evident, and at some point, it’s not like you could bring him back at will.

Zhou Deng appeared.

Sure enough.

There were very few ghosts targeting him, many were not. He was now in the identity of a ghost, not a human being, which alone could avoid many patterns of murder.

But nothing is absolute.

The ghosts prowling in the hall continued to wander, with several bizarre figures suddenly changing direction mid-way, slowly approaching Zhou Deng.

“Just throwing out the white rice won’t work, let’s see if it works if placed on the ground?” Zhou Deng thought for a moment.

This wasn’t an unfounded thought.

Because earlier, in front of the grave, the white rice was placed in front of the tombstone, and the old grave was peaceful, without any anomalies.

So he sat down, placing the white rice in front of him.

Zhou Deng remained motionless, not using any means or supernatural power, relying solely on the Human Skin Mask’s protection. Besides, he now knew this mask could no longer completely protect him.

A ghost came.

It was a dark path, endless and unbroken.

In the forefront of that darkness, a black Taishi Chair was being pushed slowly forward, reaching the front of Zhou Deng.

It’s that ghost…

Yang Jian’s face moved slightly, he recognized this ghost.

Yesterday, he personally severed five fingers of this ghost, making it lower a hand from the Taishi Chair.

This Taishi Chair seemed to be a tool to restrain this ghost.

The ghost hand resting on the black Taishi Chair seemed unable to be easily pushed, causing the ghost’s movements to be slow, and even the path it traveled appeared twisted and deviated. If it weren’t for the limited space, with Zhou Deng sitting still, this ghost wouldn’t even be able to accurately find Zhou Deng’s position.

Apparently close, the ghost’s path was actually winding and twisting.

If outside, even an ordinary person could run out of sight in this short amount of time.

Wanting to kill, obviously not efficient.

This way, it effectively reduced the Terror Level.

The black Taishi Chair, pushing, moved a little forward, accidentally knocking over the bowl of white rice Zhou Deng placed in front of him.

“…” Zhou Deng stared at that black Taishi Chair, stunned.

Obviously.

This usage method was wrong.

If effective, the ghost should have stopped moving.

The white rice fell to the ground, quickly disappearing as if devoured by a ghost.

But the ghost didn’t leave.

“Damn it,” Zhou Deng hurriedly grabbed the little remaining half-bowl of white rice on the ground, and fled as if to leave.

As he moved.

A hand with black nails eerily rested on his shoulder.

A huge force came, and he felt the Human Skin Mask on his face was about to fall off.

This was a supernatural suppression.

A blackened hand pressed Zhou Deng almost unable to breathe, his body tilted, heading towards death…

“Come back.”

At this moment, Yang Jian made a move.

The Firewood Knife in his hand lifted and fell, unhesitatingly cutting off the terrifying ghost’s hand, not just the five fingers this time, but the entire hand.

The Ghost Domain covered it, pulling Zhou Deng directly back into the Ghost Domain.

“Huff!”

Only now did Zhou Deng seem to regain his heartbeat, his face ashen, looking extremely bad, gasping for breath.

This ghost, with only one hand left, could easily take down a ghost handler like Zhou Deng.

No wonder Da Qiang died even in a mourning outfit before.

This level of ghost, Da Qiang’s death was indeed not unjustified.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com