Mysterious Revival

Restart to half an hour ago.

This time period changed the fate of everyone getting wiped out.

But Yang Jian cannot reverse the more distant future; those who died in the ancient mansion cannot be saved by him.

And now.

Zhou Deng, Li Yang, Leuk Qingqing, and others appeared on the yellow mud path.

They paused for a moment.

“The coffin? Where’s that big red coffin that I was just carrying in my hands?” Zhou Deng looked at his empty hands and was suddenly a bit dazed.

His previous memories seemed to have disappeared, leaving him only at this moment.

So in his memory, Zhou Deng is now carrying the coffin on the road with Yang Jian.

But there was no coffin beside them, nor was there Yang Jian.

“I just saw a flash of red light, that’s the captain’s Ghost Domain, maybe the captain just discovered something,” Li Yang pondered and said.

This matter is strange, but not beyond understanding.

As long as the Ghost Domain is activated, a lot of things can change in one second, he has already grown accustomed to it.

“Is that so? Then where did Captain Yang go with the coffin?” Zhou Deng wondered.

Leuk Qingqing looked ahead: “He definitely wouldn’t have turned back, he must be ahead.”

“I think so too, if we keep going forward, we will surely meet the captain,” Li Yang said.

“What a hassle, and without saying a word beforehand, I almost thought the coffin ran off on its own,” Zhou Deng said.

The group, filled with confusion and puzzlement, could only continue to walk forward.

The road was very quiet, with no paranormal interference, nor any malicious ghosts appearing.

After walking a distance, the group saw a large red coffin settled at the entrance near the clearing ahead.

At the moment, Yang Jian was sitting alone, leaning against the coffin, with his head slightly lowered as if he was asleep, and beside him stood a cracked golden long spear, as if it had been there for a long time, and wasn’t something that just happened.

“Sure enough, he’s here. I was scared to death, I thought the coffin was gone,” Zhou Deng said.

“Carry me over to take a look,” Li Yang, still being carried by Yang Xiaohua, said.

Leuk Qingqing glanced and said: “Do you guys also think Yang Jian seems a bit off… like he’s dead.”

“Shut your damn mouth,” Li Yang said coldly.

Leuk Qingqing snorted softly, expressing dissatisfaction but said nothing more.

Quickly.

The group approached.

They looked at Yang Jian, then at the coffin beside him.

The red coffin was already closed, with no abnormalities, and Yang Jian was covered in a lot of yellow mud, as if he had just rolled in it, looking somewhat disheveled, with no clue as to what had just happened.

But judging by the appearance, it should be that he hadn’t encountered any danger.

“Captain,” Li Yang called out once.

Zhou Deng went over and gave him a push: “Hey, Captain Yang, are you asleep? This is not the time to sleep; there are still a lot of things to do.”

No one knows if Yang Jian was woken up by the noise, or if he just woke up.

He opened his eyes.

His red eyes were filled with blood, and his face showed an unimaginable fatigue.

“Captain, did anything happen just now?” Li Yang asked.

“Nothing, nothing happened, I just experienced some supernatural interference,” Yang Jian raised his head and glanced at the group.

His eyes looked a bit complicated.

But in the end, he didn’t say anything.

“It’s fine then. The way here was good, very safe, hadn’t encountered any danger, and now we are here. Let’s quickly get this coffin buried to avoid prolonged dreams,” Zhou Deng said.

Yang Jian stood up.

His body seemed quite unfit; as he stood up and tried to take a step forward, his leg didn’t move, and he almost stumbled to the ground.

“You don’t look good, not like you were before,” Zhou Deng immediately supported him: “Did you encounter an attack by malicious ghosts just now? Or did you sense something wrong in the coffin?”

“Nothing serious,” Yang Jian lifted his hand and patted his shoulder.

“Just a minor issue, long-term lack of rest might cause some reaction.”

He finished speaking and moved his body a bit, and the familiar feeling of controlling his body gradually returned.

“Let’s carry the coffin and continue on,” he said afterward, pulling out the cracked long spear standing beside him, and continued carrying the coffin forward.

Zhou Deng was puzzled in his heart: “Why did he pat my shoulder? Are we really that close?”

With this question in mind.

The group reached the end, arriving at a large clearing.

On the clearing, there were five old graves arranged in a row, with black-and-white photos engraved on the headstones, male and female, both young and middle-aged.

But the second grave had already collapsed.

However, standing beside the fifth grave was an old iron shovel.

The place it stood seemed to hint at the location of a sixth grave.

The shovel was not a supernatural object, just a very ordinary old item; Zhou Deng and Yang Jian had confirmed this a few days ago.

“Start digging, strive to quickly get this thing buried,” Zhou Deng rolled up his sleeves, took the shovel, and directly dug down with a scoop.

Clang~!

The shovel seemed to hit something very hard.

“What is it?”

Zhou Deng dug away the surrounding earth and saw it was a green stone headstone, with no words and no portrait, just blank.

“It’s a headstone, this old guy was prepared with everything, even his own headstone was ready,” he moved the headstone aside and continued digging.

“You go ahead; I need some rest.”

Yang Jian didn’t help; he sat down at the headstone of a grave planning to rest a bit.

“I’m also going to bury the hawk,” Leuk Qingqing put down the hawk’s corpse, also planning to dig a hole beside and bury the hawk’s body.

Yang Jian glanced at her without speaking, just recalling what happened earlier.

After the restart ended, his Ghost Shadow almost got trapped in that corpse and couldn’t come out. Not that he didn’t want to come out, but the Ghost Shadow was unwilling, because the old man’s corpse suited the Ghost Shadow better than his own body.

It was an instinctual revival.

Yang Jian almost lost control of his own body.

But in the end, he chose to restart himself, forcefully separated, and returned to his own body.

The old man’s body was indeed terrifying, but it didn’t suit him; staying too long would cause him to lose himself, unable to control himself, and ultimately become a part of the old man’s puzzle pieces.

Although the supernatural powers he controlled were no match for the old man’s corpse in the coffin, he could at least move freely.

“The Eight Layer Ghost Domain, restart the entire area, truly a forbidden supernatural power,” Yang Jian sighed.

He himself felt a sense of unreality.

Because the people who died truly reappeared before his eyes, without a hint of incongruity, confirming they were truly alive.

The old lady who originally blocked the road was forcefully erased by him using the corpse in the coffin.

So after the restart, the malicious ghost blocking the road never appeared again.

Therefore, the road was free of danger.

Zhou Deng’s speed in digging was swift.

In no time, a pit large enough to bury the entire coffin appeared.

“It’s done. Should I dig deeper? If it’s deeper, it would be more secure, preventing the coffin board from being lifted and something inside getting out,” Zhou Deng looked over and asked Yang Jian.

“Then go deeper, we have time now,” Yang Jian said.

Zhou Deng replied, “I thought the same.”

He then dug a bit deeper into the pit.

“Now it should be enough. Should I lower the coffin for burial?”

“Bury it,” Yang Jian said.

Zhou Deng immediately moved and placed the reasonably lightweight coffin into the pit, and then continued to fill up the pit with soil.

The red coffin showed no abnormalities.

This made Yang Xiaohua and Li Yang, who were watching by the side, breathe a sigh of relief.

After bustling about this clearing for roughly two hours, a new mound of yellow soil marking a new grave appeared on the clearing.

This was the sixth grave.

Finally, Zhou Deng set the blank headstone up front, patted his hands: “All done, we were lucky today, didn’t encounter any danger, seems like the day of the burial is the safest day, don’t know what tomorrow will be like.”

“Mine’s done too.”

Leuk Qingqing, dirty from head to toe, walked over as well; she had buried the hawk’s body, giving it a resting place, rather than leaving it outside to decay.

“Captain, what do we do next outside? Should we return to the ancient mansion, or stay here a bit longer to see the situation?” Li Yang asked.

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