Mysterious Awakening-Chapter 551: A Death Substitute

Chapter 551 -548 A Death Substitute

Yang Jian seemed to give He Tianxiong a chance, but when he actually made a move, he was unequivocally decisive. He knew better than anyone how terrifying ghosts could be—any small mistake might lead to his own demise. Therefore, he wouldn’t even give a chance to test the waters this time.

After all, the ghost of He Tianxiong was also a kind of abnormal existence; he couldn’t afford to give him too many opportunities.

The red glow of the fifth layer of the Ghost Domain suddenly enveloped the area in front, completely shrouding He Tianxiong.

This eerie ability, derived from the Ghost Eye, could even dispatch ghosts, and had even instantly killed Zhang Jian before.

However, this time, an incomprehensible situation occurred.

He Tianxiong stood in place, his face filled with horror, yet he himself had no injuries, and from the look on his face, he seemed to be somewhat surprised as well.

...

"You’re alright?” Yang Jian’s gaze sharpened.

He Tianxiong first let out a sigh of relief, then looked with immense gratitude towards an inconspicuous corner.

This action was noted.

Yang Jian immediately noticed a tattered Scapegoat Cloth Doll lying in the direction He Tianxiong had looked, with most of its body missing. Although the doll was unremarkable, the moment he took notice of it, he understood what had happened.

"You really do spare no expense, using a Scapegoat Cloth Doll to die for you once. Are these things common in your circle of friends? To be so generously wasted?.”

This peculiar cloth doll could transfer a ghost’s attack and save a life in extremely dangerous situations. Yang Jian had used one before during the Ghost Envoy incident at the training base. Although it wasn’t for himself, the effect was impressive.

He Tianxiong didn’t speak, his forehead still beaded with cold sweat.

He only had one of these dolls; they weren’t plentiful by any means. This time, he wasn’t even sure if a cloth doll could save his life. It was simply a trial, as he’d never encountered such a circumstance before.

"If it weren’t for this thing just now, I would definitely be dead… That eye, too dangerous. If I can’t find a way out of the Ghost Eye’s sight, I won’t survive today.”

He Tianxiong came back to his senses. Instead of foolishly standing there trying to outlast Yang Jian, and without answering Yang Jian’s questions, he continued to turn and run.

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The brief lull gave him a sliver of space to struggle.

Yang Jian’s expression was cold: “Looks like you only have one of these things, not as many as I imagined

The Scapegoat Doll had blocked a fatal attack once, but this time, He Tianxiong definitely couldn’t withstand a second.

Immediately, Yang Jian raised his palm a second time.

"Again?” Seeing his odd gesture, He Tianxiong turned pale with fear, and without hesitation, turned and fled.

However, in the next moment, Yang Jian’s figure seemed to pause for a bit.

Taking advantage of the gap, He Tianxiong burst through a door, slammed it shut behind him, and quickly escaped the area.

"After stacking the fifth layer of the Ghost Domain twice, the Ghost Eye shows signs of recovery.”

Yang Jian felt the Ghost Eye beneath his skin restlessly moving, and a wave of piercing pain hit him. The lights around flickered uncertainly; even the Ghost Domain couldn’t be maintained stably.

The Ghost Eye seemed to revert to the time when it was not very controlled.

"The limit, huh? If I continue to use the Ghost Eye consecutively, the balance among the three ghosts inside my body will be disrupted. Indeed, this method causes significant harm to myself. From the situation just now, twice in short succession appears to be the limit. A third time… there’s a possibility of revival. Four times, I reckon the ghost within my body will completely lose control over the Ghost Eye.”

He remained silent, his heart making a rough evaluation of his physical condition.

"Although there’s a limit to the number of times I can use it, it’s undeniable that I was indeed capable of killing He Tianxiong, someone who had tamed two ghosts.”

Looking at the broken Scapegoat Cloth Doll on the ground, it was enough evidence that He Tianxiong had died once. If the attack just now hadn’t been fatal, then the doll wouldn’t have died either.

"It seems that in order to kill He Tianxiong next time, I’ll have to use Ghost Shadow or Ghost Hand. Blindly pursuing this kind of foolproof attack isn’t very wise.” Yang Jian’s ghostly eyes gradually closed, and the lights surrounding him once again became bright.

The surrounding darkness dissipated, and the villa became bright once more.

There was no need to maintain the unstable Ghost Domain, especially since there was Gold pasted everywhere, creating many dead angles in the Ghost Domain. It was better to wrap things up.

At this moment, He Tianxiong, who was hiding in the room, also noticed that the lights were back to normal. He gasped for air and muttered to himself, “Sure enough, no matter how fearsome Yang Jian is, he’s still a ghost master with limits. He must have used his ghostly eye’s power to kill Zhang Jian earlier, and just now, I escaped death again with the Scapegoat Doll.”

"Using the ghostly eye repeatedly, Yang Jian won’t be feeling good. He must have reached the limit of his ghostly eye, and now I suppose he can’t even use the Ghost Domain.”

As one ghost master to another, He Tianxiong understood Yang Jian’s current condition very well, as he had also experienced it several times.

Constantly using the power of fierce ghosts in a short time was essentially committing suicide. So, in most cases, ghost masters don’t recklessly use the ghosts’ powers unless it’s a matter of life and death.

But even though the Ghost Domain was gone, He Tianxiong’s face remained grave because Yang Jian still had the abilities of two other ghosts to use, and next time he might not be so fortunate to escape a deadly predicament.

"Damn it, compared with Yang Jian’s ghosts, your ghostly thing is simply trash, always just standing on my shoulders. Now that I’m about to die, you don’t even come down to lend a hand.” He Tianxiong couldn’t help but curse, his gaze lifting slightly to the dry, corpse-spotted feet that still firmly stood upon him.

Even during such a perilous moment, the ghost had no intention of attacking Yang Jian; He Tianxiong’s life or death also couldn’t sway the ghost’s actions.

Unless Yang Jian looked up and noticed the ghost.

"But despite the danger just now, at least I took the moment Yang Jian had issues to enter this safe house. For the moment, he shouldn’t be able to invade, and now the time… there are two minutes left.” He Tianxiong glanced at the time again.

It was just a little short of the five minutes they had agreed upon earlier.

If Yang Jian really kept to their arrangement, it was highly likely that he wouldn’t die today.

"Bang!”

Before he could think further, a loud noise came from the door. The front door dented in severely as if a few more hits like that would completely smash the specially customized door.

He Tianxiong jumped frightfully. He now had no room left to flee; if Yang Jian truly came out, he would have no choice but to face him head-on.

He took off his shirt only to find that the flesh on his chest had rotted beyond recognition; the flesh had nearly dissolved away, leaving blackened bones studded with small golden nails—it seemed to be a repair job to keep his own bones from fracturing.

In the empty chest cavity, it seemed as though nothing was left. By all accounts, He Tianxiong should have been long dead.

But he was still alive.

He was alive because of his second ghost.

That was a chunk of flesh from a dead person hidden inside the front of his chest.

This dark, rotten piece of flesh was slowly growing, no, rather, it was slowly taking his place. It first decayed his original flesh and then grew anew. He Tianxiong had no idea what it would eventually become. All he knew was that when his entire body rotted away, that would be his time to die.

By then, what kind of ghost he would become didn’t matter anymore.