Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian discovered a method to survive the fifth day of the Ghost Banquet.

By staining the rice with blood and feeding it to the vengeful spirits, their actions could be temporarily stabilized, preventing them from attacking.

This method is simple.

Yet, this simple method almost caused several people to perish; surviving was not due to luck but because the remaining people had strong survival skills and were not immediately killed by the spirits.

After learning the method, everyone quickly got ready.

They used fresh blood to redden the rice, leaving some aside in case of waste or scarcity.

“I need to retract the Ghost Domain; although I can still maintain it in this situation, it’s a heavy burden for me,” Yang Jian reminded the crowd.

“As long as the method is correct, there shouldn’t be any problems,” Leuk Qingqing said.

Zhou Deng and Li Yang nodded, indicating they were ready.

Upon seeing this.

Yang Jian immediately retracted the Ghost Domain without hesitation.

As the five-layer Ghost Domain dispersed, the figures of several people suddenly became visible.

The spirits immediately started to move, with some drawing close, and others had already begun silently attacking them.

However, each held a handful of blood-stained rice.

The spirits immediately changed their targets.

Instead of killing them, the spirits took a grain of rice from their hands, gradually disappearing, only leaving a blurred, translucent figure standing there.

“The method is indeed effective.”

Watching the blood-stained rice in his hand rapidly decrease, Zhou Deng smiled with a hint of relief.

With the spirits vanishing, the group wasn’t attacked.

The pressure suddenly reduced.

“Yang, how did you come up with the idea of dyeing rice with blood?” Zhou Deng asked afterward.

“During the Republic of China Period, ghost handlers liked to use such tricks,” Yang Jian said calmly, his eyes still serious, without any sign of ease.

Zhou Deng inquired, “You’ve dealt with similar situations before?”

“Substitute Doll,” Yang Jian replied.

Zhou Deng hesitated; he was aware of the Substitute Doll, a rare supernatural object only awarded to key figures for exceptional achievements at HQ. He knew of it but never acquired one.

“Is its usage similar? That being said, merely having similar usage wouldn’t make you take this chance.”

Yang Jian remained silent.

However, Li Yang understood.

It was because of the owner of Room 301.

They had once seen the workbench suspected to be used for making Substitute Dolls in Dachuan City’s Room 301.

And here, Yang Jian and Li Yang had encountered the old man from Room 301 wandering.

That old man had even entered this ancient mansion.

An old lady, and an old man recently deceased.

A man and a woman, characters from the Republic of China Period; it was inevitable to draw some conjecture and speculation under these circumstances.

“But no matter how you look at it, surviving is the best outcome.” The eagle wasn’t dead yet, and the frequency of the dice’s spin before him was slowing.

This signaled fewer ghosts nearby.

The mansion’s danger was diminishing.

“Getting happy too early. Three bowls of rice, enough to fill these vengeful spirits’ stomachs?” Li Yang expressed his concern.

“The first day was the funeral, the second day was the vigil, the third day was the mourning, the fourth day was the condolence, and the fifth day was the Ghost Banquet; no day was without problems. Even under balanced circumstances, the last half hour of the shift is extremely risky.”

He stared at his missing legs and one hand, lost in thought.

Yang Jian said, “Don’t be pessimistic, the previous days had problems because we weren’t preemptive and lacked the right method; now that we know, conditions will be better. Even if risk exists, it’s not as hopeless as before.”

“I believe today will be peaceful, and the three bowls of rice will suffice.”

“The fifth day is already here, endure for a bit longer, and it’ll be over. Stay motivated,” Zhou Deng nodded, seemingly not touched by despair.

He only felt that he regretted not gaining anything this time; the lantern was snatched away, the incense unused, leaving him with just a funeral garment.

As for the life-and-death crisis, that was nothing.

As a ghost handler and a key figure, he endured many dangers; although this time was unique, as long as he wasn’t dead, it didn’t matter.

If death came, it still wouldn’t matter.

“You should consider the sixth day’s matters; we just found how to survive, and rice is still sufficient; it’s the safest moment, so we must plan ahead now,” said the eagle.

He felt vaguely uneasy.

As the Eight-Tone Music Box had been echoing in his mind for several days, something used during the second day’s vigil, now it was the fifth day.

And Yang Jian had mentioned this Eight-Tone Music Box could ensure survival for several days.

Regarding these days, whether it’s three, five, or seven, no one truly knows; it depends on one’s luck.

Having survived three days, the eagle believed he didn’t have much time left.

“There’s not a single clue about the sixth day.” Zhou Deng shook his head and said, “Your previous analyses were very accurate, but in these last two days, there’s a gap in the information.”

“Indeed. All the information in the ancient mansion has been used up. There is a real information gap on the sixth day. I think it should be inferred together with the seventh day,” Li Yang suggested.

Yang Jian asked, “Do you have any ideas?”

“I’m sorry, I haven’t thought of anything yet. I just vaguely feel that this is a direction worth thinking about,” Li Yang shook his head and said embarrassedly.

Yang Jian said, “On the sixth and seventh day, there must be one day for the funeral procession, which means carrying this red coffin out of the ancient mansion and burying the old man in the back. If the seventh day is the funeral, it should overlap with the Seventh Day of Spirit Return.”

“So, do you think tomorrow is the funeral? What about the seventh day?” Zhou Deng asked.

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and said, “On the Seventh Day of Spirit Return, we all have to stay in the ancient mansion and get through the most dangerous day. After midnight, we’ll send out this letter, and the task will be completed.”

“If we misjudge, the day of the funeral will be the day we’re annihilated,” said Leuk Qingqing.

“No, tomorrow is definitely the funeral. The Seventh Day of Spirit Return can’t be on the same day as the funeral,” Yang Jian said with certainty.

Leuk Qingqing frowned, “What information are you basing this conclusion on?”

“Reverse inference.”

Yang Jian said, “The seventh day is the Spirit Return day, the sixth day is the funeral procession. If you scramble the order, everything falls apart. The mission reminder had us stay in the ancient mansion for seven days, and from the first day of the encoffining, we’ve followed the funeral procedures.”

“Correct method, correct timing, which means everything we’ve done before is right. If we made a wrong move, we would have been dead by now.”

“Patterns, the earlier days were the toughest. Now many things are over, and for the remaining two days, I can’t think of any other methods.”

Leuk Qingqing, Zhou Deng, Eagle, and Li Yang all fell into contemplation.

Upon serious consideration, it indeed seems reasonable.

The steps have mostly been completed. The remaining funeral and Spirit Return day neatly fill the seven days’ gap, matching up with this special timing of the Seventh Day.

“So, tomorrow we’re carrying this coffin out of the ancient mansion to bury it in the old forest behind?” Zhou Deng stroked his chin and said.

“I think the captain’s judgment should be correct; let’s settle it for now,” Li Yang said, “If there are any other thoughts, we can bring them up during this period, and everyone can discuss further.”

Eagle shook his head and said, “I have no objections.”

Then he glanced over to a corner of the roof.

The red balloon was floating above, with Yang Xiaohua’s body hanging below it, her face covered with a yellow paper, completely devoid of breath.

“I just want to know, is Yang Xiaohua still alive? There are only a few days left; we must find a time to bring her down.”

“After today, I will bring her down. It’s not the right time now. The Ghost Banquet is still ongoing, and her appearance could easily lead to her being killed by a fierce ghost,” Yang Jian said.

Zhou Deng said, “Maybe she’s already dead.”

“She isn’t dead. Her body’s freshness is very high, with no decay or corpse spots. If she were dead, she would have started to stink by now. I occasionally check her body’s condition,” Yang Jian said.

Everyone could only discuss some unrelated topics at this time.

Each person was holding a handful of blood-stained rice.

The amount of rice was decreasing, and the fierce ghosts inside the ancient mansion were also disappearing, leaving behind eerie outlines.

The combined portion of the three bowls of rice was quite a lot.

One fierce ghost only needed to take away a grain of rice, so these three bowls could last a long time.

However.

After the previous ghost disappeared, new fierce ghosts were pouring in again from the direction of the mansion’s main door.

But they weren’t as dense as before.

The group kept resisting, and no one had died, which seemed to be the only good news in these days.

Time passed little by little.

Half an hour, an hour, two hours… in the blink of an eye, it was already the afternoon of the fifth day.

The number of ghosts entering the ancient mansion was decreasing.

Of course, the rice in everyone’s hands was also running low.

Inside the dim, cold ancient mansion, one vague eerie outline after another was crowding around, as if to devour everyone here.

But these vague silhouettes of fierce ghosts couldn’t interfere with the living inside the ancient mansion.

As if they were in another world, unable to touch or contact each other.

During this time, Yang Jian’s Ghost Shadow had recovered, and his wounds had healed.

But the fierce ghost hand lying motionless on the floor caught Yang Jian’s attention.

This was chopped off from the fierce ghost on the black Taishi Chair.

Even though it was just a hand, it was still a piece of the puzzle of the fierce ghost.

Up till now, this hand hadn’t been reclaimed by the fierce ghost and was left behind in the ancient mansion.

“Take it back; it might come in handy.” Yang Jian walked over and picked up the severed hand.

He didn’t intend to use Ghost Shadow to attach it to himself, as overdoing his puzzle pieces would easily cause imbalance,

The best way was to turn this ghostly thing into a supernatural artifact.

The terrifying fierce ghost hand with black nails was just one image of the supernatural.

To a top-notch ghost handler like Yang Jian, he could change the image of the supernatural.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com