Mysterious Revival

At this moment, Yang Jian took the initiative to lift the coffin lid.

He saw the corpse of the old man lying in the coffin.

The corpse was the same as before, without any change. The old man lay peacefully, motionless, as if the commotion in the coffin just now was merely an illusion.

But regardless of what abnormal changes had occurred in the coffin earlier.

Now, there was only one path laid out in front of Yang Jian.

At this moment.

The Ghost Shadow had already stood up. The tall, black Ghost Shadow’s face had an image branded onto it, as if drawn with fresh blood — a face that was identical to Yang Jian’s. This was the residue of the blood-stained old newspaper, now part of the Ghost Shadow Puzzle, granting it the ability to alter others’ memories.

With the departure of the Ghost Shadow, Yang Jian’s body had already lost sensation, and he collapsed to the ground like a corpse with a thud.

Yang Jian abandoned his own body. He took away the Ghost Eye, leaving the curses of the Ghost Hand and the Eight-Tone Music Box on the corpse.

One by one, bizarre eyes opened on the black shadow.

Yang Jian could see everything around him.

He was now the Ghost Shadow.

Being able to survive without his body was his greatest trump card after becoming an anomaly.

In such situations, no ghosts around could erase him.

But this alone was not enough.

The Ghost Shadow was insufficient to contend with this terrifying elder woman, far from it, so to win, he had to grasp new supernatural powers. In this vicinity, the only one qualified or capable of countering this elder woman was the old man who had been dead in this coffin for many days.

Consequently.

Without hesitation, the Ghost Shadow walked into the coffin, then, as if melting, it rapidly disappeared.

No.

It didn’t disappear; instead, it swiftly merged into the corpse of the old man inside the coffin.

Yang Jian couldn’t be sure if the Ghost Shadow could control this corpse, but there were no other options now; this was the only path available, so he had to try no matter what.

In supernatural events, nothing is guaranteed 100% successful; all unknowns must be boldly tried.

Abandon your own body and directly control a horrifying unknown corpse.

This act is nothing if not risky.

Because nine times out of ten, the old man in the coffin was a ghost handler from the Republic of China Period who lived until now. Although he is dead now, who knows what terrifying things reside in his body; if things go wrong after the Ghost Shadow invades, it might be suppressed, let alone control the old man’s corpse, Yang Jian himself might become part of the puzzle and die here completely.

Thus, Yang Jian was also gambling, betting his life.

He knew very well that relying on the Ghost Shadow to control a revived ghost handler from the Republic of China was impossible, but the current situation was different.

First, the red coffin could provide some suppression.

Secondly.

Today was only the sixth day after the old man’s death, not yet the seventh, so today the corpse in this coffin hadn’t reached the time for the ghost to resurrect. Given this, it provided Yang Jian the opportunity to control.

He didn’t need to control it for long.

Only need to control for ten minutes.

No, five minutes would do.

Even just three minutes would be fine; as long as he had these precious few minutes, Yang Jian could create a miracle, reversing everything that just happened.

Soon.

The Ghost Shadow quickly disappeared.

All the black shadow invaded into the corpse of the old man inside the coffin.

At this moment, it seemed to plunge into a deathly silence.

Everything around fell into silence.

Yang Jian’s body lay motionless beside it; it seemed like his body wasn’t targeted by the fierce ghost, not disappearing or being erased. This was strange, as it seemed the body couldn’t trigger the murderous pattern of the fierce ghost since the eagle’s corpse, lying nearby from earlier, was similarly not targeted by the ghost.

The surrounding ghosts also stopped their actions.

Several eerie old women stood around the red coffin like this, towering.

The ghosts didn’t leave, nor did they advance further.

The whole scene seemed to be frozen. Unless something unexpected happened, the corpses remaining beside the coffin would be the final witnesses of this supernatural event, telling future visitors that a team had been wiped out here by a fierce ghost, though no one will know the story behind it.

As time slowly passed,

thirty seconds…one minute, two minutes.

About three minutes later.

There was a commotion from inside the red coffin, the sound of a radio with no signal, which Yang Jian had previously thrown into the ancient mansion’s great hall, hoping to suppress its supernatural effects with the red coffin.

But now.

For some reason, the eerie radio sounded again.

The static crackled a few times and then quickly disappeared.

The signal of the eerie radio was connected.

“Hello, is anyone there? I’m back again…” a voice came from the radio, but before the sentence was finished, this voice suddenly changed drastically.

The unfamiliar voice suddenly became sharp and piercing, bearing an indescribable fear, like it was shocked.

“I have to leave; he’s not dead yet… rustle, rustle!”

The signal on the radio was cut off, leaving only the static sound, and soon even that disappeared.

The eerie radio became silent again, no longer revealing its oddity.

And just as the radio’s sound disappeared.

The corpse of the old man in the coffin suddenly opened its eyes wide.

Those eyes appeared blood-filled, a scarlet hue, even emanating a faint red light.

At this moment.

The old man, dead for a full six days, astonishingly awoke in an incredible way.

The moment the old man awoke.

The eerie old women standing around the coffin immediately turned their heads. There was no liveliness in their ashen eyes, only unspeakable deathly silence and horror.

The ghost’s target shifted.

The old man’s corpse, which opened its eyes within the coffin, became the target.

The red coffin began to lose color, starting a process of inexplicable terrifying erasure.

But simultaneously.

The corpse in the coffin suddenly raised a hand to place on the edge of the coffin and used it to support the seemingly rotting body to slowly sit up.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

The fading red-painted coffin reversed rapidly, the originally dim and gray coffin wood becoming bright red once more. The ghost affecting all this seemed suppressed by an even more terrifying supernatural power. At this moment, not only could the ghost not erase the reawakened corpse in the coffin, but it couldn’t even affect the surroundings of the coffin.

Unfamiliar, uneasy, cold, out of control…

Though the old man’s corpse awakened, it seemed like a newborn baby, slow and clumsy in movement, finding even just sitting up so difficult, let alone easily manipulating itself.

Nonetheless, the old man’s pair of reddened eyes revealed a familiar feeling.

It was Yang Jian’s gaze.

He had relied on the Ghost Shadow to invade the old man’s corpse and forcibly seized control.

“The Ghost Shadow can’t hold out for long.” Yang Jian felt that as the Ghost Shadow controlled this old man’s corpse, it was being eroded.

If this continued, he even had the feeling he couldn’t detach himself.

It seemed as though the Ghost Shadow wasn’t using this old man as a puzzle piece, but the Ghost Shadow had become part of this old man’s puzzle.

Once this circumstance happened, Yang Jian would also completely disappear from this world.

It was unclear if it was remnants of instinct at work or if Yang Jian had stolen some fragment of memory from this corpse that didn’t belong to him.

Having just taken control, Yang Jian seemed to know how to use this body. He slowly reached out that hand covered with corpse spots and wrinkles, shaking it at the fierce ghost beside the coffin.

It seemed like he was bidding farewell to this fierce ghost, or perhaps triggering a terrifying killing pattern.

The fierce ghost in front, as if erased from a picture, was disappearing rapidly.

This erasure was somewhat similar to that of the elder woman but distinctly different.

This erasure seemed even more terrifying, like wiping a stain off a piece of glass. Even a fierce ghost couldn’t resist.

The erased ghost was evidently gone.

Not a trace was left behind.

“Is this the power of an elite ghost handler from the Republic of China Period? To forcibly erase supernatural traces.” Yang Jian inexplicably thought.

He didn’t yet know how much supernatural power resided in this corpse; he was merely mimicking based on the corpse’s instincts and some lingering memory fragments.

Even with just this, a medium for the ghost’s invasion of reality disappeared.

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