Mysterious Revival

The sixth day, the funeral day has arrived.

Yang Jian named it this way.

After this day arrived, nothing unusual happened in the ancient house. The only oddity was that the fierce ghosts inside the house were dissipating, wandering away as if they had lost their target.

The crisis is slowly dissolving.

Yang Jian saw the blurry ghostly figure on the wall also departing. That ghost strode along the wall, heading outside the ancient house, and finally vanished at the courtyard position, seemingly leaving here directly through the courtyard’s gap.

The blurry ghostly figures are also dissipating, vaguely visible as they waver and gradually scatter away.

“The ghosts are leaving,” the old eagle said, looking at the black dice in front of him.

After a spin, it settled on the number one point, and then didn’t spin again.

The ghost playing the dice game left. It’s unclear if the ghost forcibly quit the dice game or if the old eagle won the game, so the ghost adhered to the game rule and chose to leave.

But none of this matters anymore.

This terrifying day had eventually passed.

Leuk Qingqing frowned; she survived, wasn’t attacked, and the rice in her hand had already been eaten. Some sort of supernatural power protected her, sparing her from a ghost attack.

“The ghosts are leaving. I can feel the nearby supernatural interference getting weaker,” Yang Jian said aloud directly within the Ghost Domain.

Five layers of the Ghost Domain.

Isolate everything unless a very powerful ghost can invade.

But now, not only have no fierce ghosts invaded, but even within the three-layer Ghost Domain, there is no supernatural presence.

Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately exited the five layers of the Ghost Domain, not immediately retracting the Ghost Domain, but gradually reducing the layers of it to prevent any unexpected incidents.

“Even the ghosts in the two-layer Ghost Domain are gone.”

Zhou Deng added, “Ghost Banquet is over, the fierce ghosts are scattered, this fits the plan for the day.”

“Midnight is as safe as it is dangerous; safe because yesterday’s danger disappears, dangerous because a new day brings new horrors,” Li Yang said.

Yang Jian stated, “The head seventh day is right in front of us, and the message delivery task will soon end. Although the process is perilous, it’s nearing completion.”

As he spoke, he closed another ghost eye.

The Ghost Domain retreated to the third layer.

After a while, even within the first layer of the Ghost Domain, he could no longer feel supernatural interference. At the same time, the scope of the Ghost Domain expanded, not only covering the main hall but also the courtyard in front, yet he could only sense minimal supernatural interference, and the interfered area continued to shrink.

This indicates the supernatural presence inside the ancient house is steadily decreasing.

Finally, around twelve past twenty, Yang Jian confirmed the fierce ghosts were gone, immediately retracting the Ghost Domain.

Zhou Deng and Li Yang’s figures appeared again.

“It’s safe now, the ghosts have left the ancient house,” Yang Jian said, “but still, we must remain cautious; some supernatural presences might be something I can’t even detect.”

“Of course, I’m aware,”

Zhou Deng at this point tore off the Human Skin Mask, feeling considerably lighter, exhaling slowly.

“The suppression of the ancient house has vanished, but you still face the risk of ghost resurrection, right? Can you utilize your own ghost’s power moving forward?” Yang Jian asked him, looking at him.

Earlier, Zhou Deng had continuously worn the Human Skin Mask for protection, never using any supernatural power. Not because he didn’t want to use it, but because he faced the risk of ghost resurrection, otherwise, he wouldn’t bother taking a supernatural bus.

“Short-term use shouldn’t be a problem,” Zhou Deng stated, “I can no longer sense the uneasiness of ghost resurrection, probably because I haven’t excessively used ghost abilities. But I should assess the situation moving forward.”

“That’s good then,” Yang Jian replied.

He finished speaking and looked towards the roof of the ancient house.

The red balloon was tangled around Yang Xiaohua’s corpse’s arm, suspending the body in the air, swaying without flying away or falling down.

“I’ll go and bring her down. Today, we might need to use that red balloon.”

The sixth day now, Yang Jian decided to bring Yang Xiaohua down at this point, provided she’s not deceased yet, because if she is, then there’s no way to take the red balloon.

Soon.

Yang Jian ascended the wall, arriving at the place beside Yang Xiaohua’s floating corpse, directly reaching to tear off the yellow paper covering her face.

This yellow paper renders a living person in a false death state, immune to ghost attacks, but consequently, one cannot move without someone else removing the yellow paper to wake them up; otherwise, they could remain like this permanently.

Once the yellow paper covering her face was removed.

Yang Xiaohua no longer possessed any supernatural powers.

The red balloon’s restraint on her disappeared; she fell completely from the air, landing on the ground.

The sensation of weightlessness in the fall, coupled with the sharp pain in her rear, made Yang Xiaohua sit right up.

Yang Jian kept silent, standing nearby, gripping tightly the cracked long spear in his hand.

At any sign of anomaly, Yang Xiaohua would be pinned down instantly.

“Why only now do you let me down?” Yang Xiaohua seemed slightly deranged at this moment, “I was almost driven mad being suspended in the air these days.”

“You’re still conscious?” Yang Jian’s expression shifted.

“I wasn’t dead at all, only my body couldn’t move, yet my mind was very alert,” Yang Xiaohua explained.

Yang Jian glanced at Zhou Deng.

Zhou Deng remarked, “This is slightly different from my prior experience. Maybe the yellow paper was defective, so the sleep effect wasn’t flawless, hence the consciousness remained alert. The more intact the yellow paper, the better it can seal someone’s effects, but the flawed one has shortcomings.”

Yang Jian inspected the yellow paper in his hand, noticing scorched parts and breaches.

This could be why Yang Xiaohua could fall into slumber yet retain her consciousness.

“Lucky it was only a few days, otherwise, given more time, when tearing the yellow paper off, the person might have gone insane,” Zhou Deng laughed.

One can imagine how terrifying it is for a person to be suspended in the air, unable to move, the body senseless yet fully conscious.

Yang Xiaohua fared well, persevering through somehow.

Yang Jian asked, “Your mind was conscious, but could you hear or see any external disturbances?”

“I couldn’t. I felt like I was confined in a dark room, unable to hear or see anything,” Yang Xiaohua still appeared slightly crazy, mentally lethargic, deeply tormented.

Li Yang stated, “If you knew what transpired these days, you’d be very fortunate to be alive, just look at how few of us remain here now.”

Listening to this, Yang Xiaohua noticed for the first time the emptiness within the ancient house’s main hall.

A stark contrast with when her face was covered.

Clearly, those who were missing had perished here.

However, she fixed her gaze upon Leuk Qingqing somewhat confusedly, as she recalled Leuk Qingqing going missing on the first and second days, not immediately entering the ancient house, yet unexpectedly appearing now, showing she had remarkable luck.

“What day is it now? Is it already the head seventh day?” Yang Xiaohua retracted her gaze, querying.

She no longer fixated on previous matters.

Compared to others, surviving as an ordinary person up to now is a miracle in itself.

“It’s the sixth day,” Yang Jian replied, “Today might be the time to utilize the red balloon, hence I’ve brought you down. Eat something, rest a bit, and prepare for today’s events.”

“The sixth day? Four days passed so quickly?”

Yang Xiaohua was taken aback, then inquired, “What happens today?”

“The funeral.”

Yang Jian then moved to return to the room where everyone had stayed previously, bringing out the backpacks of Da Qiang, Wang Feng, the old eagle, and others, tossing them to the ground.

The backpacks contained flashlights, clothes, food, water, and some emergency medical supplies.

“Eat well, drink well, prepare to set out. Oh, there’s even alcohol? Not bad, those guys can’t use it now, so it’s free for me.”

Zhou Deng, unceremoniously, headed over, opened a backpack, and started eating and drinking directly.

Yang Xiaohua also quickly brought her own backpack over, taking out the food and water she had prepared beforehand, eating to her fill first.

“That’s right, while the sixth day has just begun, it’s the safest time, so we should indeed take a good rest,” the Eagle also came over, took his backpack, opened it, and checked that everything was still there.

He wasn’t worried about anyone stealing these things, just wanted to confirm that they were intact.

“Since we’re leaving the old mansion for the funeral in that woods behind today, take the glow sticks and flashlights, food and water depending on the situation, leave the other things here. Anyway, once the seven days pass, we’ll leave, no need to carry them around to waste energy and impede action.”

The Eagle was also very hungry, but he ate and drank slowly, avoiding issues from binge eating.

Leuk Qingqing stood alone nearby, watching Yang Jian and others dining with an unnatural expression.

But she didn’t need to eat or drink, nor did she need to rest, there was no need to replenish her energy.

Most of her body now consisted of supernatural elements, surviving on supernatural power, which made her an anomaly in the supernatural realm, as she never faced the risk of an evil ghost revival, walking a distinctly different path.

After an hour, everyone finished eating and drinking, tidied up, and began to rest.

Even if they couldn’t sleep, leaning against the wall for a nap was also good.

Yang Jian was another anomaly; he didn’t sleep either, holding a cracked spear sitting there, despite having his eyes closed, a ghost eye on his forehead restlessly darted around, observing every abnormality and disturbance around.

Yet today was quiet.

Not even a sound of wind outside, let alone any eerie knocking sound.

Inside the mansion, it wasn’t as chilling anymore.

Some eerie aura vanished inexplicably, and now the mansion was somewhat brighter, not as grim.

“This old mansion will probably be completely deserted after the seventh day when all supernatural aspects leave,” Yang Jian thought, his ghost eye also peeking at the corridors on both sides.

The corridors were no longer dark.

The rooms on both sides were still, most importantly, he could now see the ends of the corridors on both sides.

Previously, these corridors had no end, those rooms were the same.

“Left four, right three, the mansion has a total of seven rooms,” Yang Jian calculated the rooms without supernatural interference.

Not too many, just seven.

“This suggests, the mansion once housed seven people, or was built on a scale to accommodate seven people.”

“Seven people? That’s a squad’s size, but why are there only five graves behind the woods? Even adding this elder only makes six, which means there’s still one person missing?”

Yang Jian started to imagine more.

A team of seven, six graves.

This Republic of China Period ghost controlling squad, the remaining one seemed to have vanished.

Had they left the squad later, or did that person not die?

Yang Jian pondered this question with his eyes closed.

Soon.

The terrifying image of the old lady from Dachuan City’s Room 301 hovered in his mind.

Could she be the seventh person?

He had seen this old lady when he triggered a medium before, just she hadn’t appeared so far.

Time slowly passed.

An hour, two hours…

Seeing there was no danger, everyone relaxed a lot and rested, even Zhou Deng curled up on the ground yawning, his face a bit flushed, seemingly drunk.

The liquor was quite potent, no one knows which messenger brought it, probably to muster courage or relax spirit at some point, unexpectedly Zhou Deng drank it all.

“Can one really sleep like that?” Li Yang glanced over, somewhat impressed.

However, at four-thirty in the morning.

A slight anomaly appeared within the mansion.

Cre-eak!

The rear hall door was opened by the wind or someone, making a sound.

This tiny sound instantly made everyone open their eyes.

Even Zhou Deng, drunk and asleep, woke up abruptly, sat up, his gaze turning sharp, devoid of any casualness or indulgence.

“The rear door opened, this is a signal,” Li Yang immediately looked at Yang Jian.

“Yang team, it’s time for the funeral,” Zhou Deng stood up.

Yang Jian stood up slowly with the cracked spear in his hand, he didn’t speak but walked towards the Eagle.

The Eagle sat leaning against the wall, eyes closed, seemingly asleep, holding a black and red dice in his hand, ready to throw them anytime.

Yang Jian bent over, pried open the Eagle’s palm, picked up those dice, and put them in his pocket.

“What are you doing?” Leuk Qingqing walked over with long strides, in red high heels, her face cautious.

“He’s dead.”

Yang Jian coldly said: “He died half an hour ago, fell victim to the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box.”

What?

Leuk Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the Eagle, still unmoving, she immediately crouched down to feel his neck.

No pulse, ice-cold, already a corpse.

“I can’t be wrong, the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box returned to me, this situation only happens when the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box has erupted.”

Yang Jian said, looking at Li Yang: “I need to use the Eagle’s body to restore your limbs now.”

“Yang Jian, you’re crazy, even the Eagle’s body won’t be spared,” Leuk Qingqing rebuked.

“His body will rot, turn into bones, if worse be invaded by supernatural forces to become a ghost wandering the world, none of these outcomes are good, better to help me one more time, let Li Yang recover mobility.”

Yang Jian stared at Leuk Qingqing.

Leuk Qingqing blocked Yang Jian: “He helped you, you should let him die honorably, not touch his body, I’ll take his corpse out of the mansion and find a place to bury it.”

With that, she directly lifted the Eagle’s corpse.

“You did know him quite early on.” Yang Jian squinted.

“I met the Eagle on the second floor of the post office,” Leuk Qingqing said, “His experience was older than mine, so he reached the fourth floor first, he helped and cared for me then.”

“So you’ll repay him with such futile actions? Ridiculous, if you truly wanted to repay him, maybe he wouldn’t have died here.”

Yang Jian’s tone was icy, then turned away, not forcibly taking the Eagle’s corpse as a jigsaw to compensate for Li Yang’s deficiencies.

Though this decision was wrong, the Eagle had indeed contributed much in this operation, so he dismissed the thought.

“Yang Xiaohua, you carry Li Yang, Zhou Deng and I will carry the coffin,” Yang Jian said.

“Okay, alright,” Yang Xiaohua didn’t resist, she walked over to Li Yang and lifted him.

Missing legs and an arm, Li Yang wasn’t heavy, even a woman could easily carry him.

Yang Jian and Zhou Deng approached the red coffin.

Both were ghost controllers, their strength wasn’t ordinary, they directly lifted the coffin.

Then unexpectedly.

The red coffin was surprisingly light.

So light it seemed there was no body inside.

The two exchanged a glance, seeing mutual astonishment.

“Want to open and check?” Zhou Deng said.

“Once the elder emerges from the coffin, many will die, don’t, let it be buried as it is,” Yang Jian rejected the proposal.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com