Mysterious Revival-Chapter 462 - 460: The Perilous Convergence

Yang Jian, holding a Ghost Candle in the darkness, moved forward with the others closely following, ready to rendezvous with a lone ghost controller named Qian Yi through positioning.

Yet, due to a mishap in their previous actions, a great potential danger had emerged.

A ghost, invisible, had possibly infiltrated their team.

The certainty that the ghost was among them stemmed from the enduring flame of the Ghost Candle in Yang Jian’s hand; since the candle had not been extinguished, the ghost could not stray far from their group—it was surely nearby.

The ghost within the Ghost Coffin of the dark stalker five meters away.

Within and without, a ghost was following them all the way.

One might say that every step forward was filled with danger and despair.

However, Yang Jian had barely managed to maintain a fragile balance.

The number of ghosts among their team surpassed the enemy’s; they were not isolated and thus far had avoided casualty—this was the only piece of good news.

However, as the operation proceeded, the hidden ghost within the team was likely to begin killing at any moment.

It was a matter of who would be unfortunate enough to meet the conditions required by the ghost to kill.

Similarly, no one knew the pattern of the ghost’s killings within the team.

But Yang Jian was certain that the ghost he’d released did not indiscriminately kill; it was supposed to attack only those who met certain conditions, and this judgement seemed to be quite stringent—for despite there being five people together, none had been attacked.

For now, they could not concern themselves with the ghost within their team, and they even needed this infiltrating ghost to continue following them along their path.

After all, what lurked outside was even more terrifying.

The Ghost Candle in his hand kept burning; Yang Jian dared not let it be extinguished, for only while the flame continued to burn could they ensure this fragile equilibrium would be maintained.

The group advanced with caution, each person tense and sweating profusely.

Fear and death lingered close by; they understood their plight—should another accident occur, they would all perish here, with no chance for a turnaround.

And Yang Jian was no different.

The resources in his hands had almost been depleted.

The plan regarding the human skin paper, the red and white Ghost Candles, the sealed Ghost Hand, the unknown ghost within the golden bottle, the imminent revival of the Ghost Eye, the lose of control of the Headless Ghost Shadow, the potential hidden hazard within himself... Yang Jian had utilized all the means at his disposal.

Had it not been for his shrewdness and thorough preparation before coming to J city, he would not have made it this far.

But after striving until now, Yang Jian had nothing left; he did not even know whether he would be able to survive what was to come.

Maybe this was the end of his life, dying like the others in this paranormal event.

Or perhaps he could struggle forward, enduring just a bit longer.

A distance of five hundred meters was not far.

As they proceeded with extreme caution to avoid any mistakes, their pace was slow.

During this time, Yang Jian did not stop thinking.

He was still making efforts.

But this paranormal event seemed unsolvable; the limited information and means available could not sustain his survival—it was not a matter of intelligence, but rather that Yang Jian had no room for error.

"Can you give me any other plan?" Yang Jian pulled out the human skin paper again, looking at it as he unfolded it with one hand.

The writing on it had not vanished and was still that outdated plan.

However, there was no longer any chance of success for this plan—he had borrowed parts of it to extend his survival time, but it did not solve the fundamental problem.

"You once swallowed a ghost in Huanggang Village... Can you now swallow the ghost inside this Ghost Coffin?" Yang Jian asked in a low voice after a moment of silence.

In addition to revealing some dreadful information, the human skin paper was suspected of possessing the ability to devour ghosts.

But this ability had manifested only once.

After that, due to his apprehension, Yang Jian did not let the human skin paper come into contact with any ghost to prevent accidents.

No information appeared on the human skin paper; it seemed to choose silence as well.

"Not possible?" Yang Jian’s gaze flickered slightly, "Right, the ghosts here can suppress the existence of at least nine ghosts. Whether human skin paper is a ghost or not, it has to be suppressed. That ghost had contact with the human skin paper before, and nothing happened—it showed how naive my idea was."

If the human skin paper could swallow this ghost, he would use it without hesitation.

As for any terrifying changes that might occur later, that was beyond his concern.

"My name is Yang Jian, and by the time you read this, I will have died..." While Yang Jian was deep in random thoughts, the writing that was previously on the human skin paper disappeared, and then a sentence emerged anew.

Just like the usual opening, there was no change.

But Yang Jian pulled back his train of thought, focusing on what followed the sentence.

"I attempted to use a special method; though the progress wasn’t perfect, I maintained a fragile balance, which bought me precious time for survival. But the true danger had just begun. As I proceeded with the Ghost Candle attracting the ghosts to follow, another ghost controller started to converge with me."

The writing emerged, each stroke carefully scripted, seemingly conveying information from three minutes into the future.

"Once I rendezvous with the other ghost controller, it might break free from the attraction of the Ghost Candle and turn to attack that controller. If successful, the number of ghosts will be reversed, the balance will be broken, and we will all die here..."

"Damn it," Yang Jian found himself wanting to curse at that moment.

The moment they would converge with Qian Yi was when danger would surge.

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They could possibly be wiped out on the spot.

With this thought, Yang Jian couldn’t help but come to a halt.

The 500-meter distance wasn’t towards the direction of hope, but the entrance to hell itself.

Yet, the information on the human skin parchment didn’t stop, but continued to write, "For me at that time, that one contact was the only chance to survive. I realized that the ghost’s growth had become irreversible, but hidden within that ghost was the hope for survival."

"I had to take advantage of that attack to make the first move, to remove something from the ghost’s body. If I could succeed, not only could I reduce the ghost’s number, but I might also be able to initiate the next step in the escape plan. Remember, you can only reduce the number of ghosts, don’t attempt to imprison them, or else the ferocious ghost will be revived, and all efforts will be in vain."

Below the writing was a pattern.

This pattern was a diamond shape, but Yang Jian immediately understood what it was.

The Coffin Nail artificially made by Wang Xiaoming.

He had spoken to Wang Xiaoming on the phone before, and this thing had fallen into the hands of this ghost, which is why from the start this ghost had the capability to suppress three other ghosts.

"Reduce the number of ghosts, find the balance again, take away this Coffin Nail, alter the ghost’s memory, make the ghost misjudge its own number, and then split into two groups, light the Ghost Candles..."

All the information linked together in Yang Jian’s mind, forming a new plan.

This was also the ultimate plan that the human skin parchment wanted to reveal.

But leaving this place was still in question.

However, the human skin parchment had one last phrase to reveal: Behind the ghost lies the path to life.

Huh?

Yang Jian stared intently at the last sentence, unable to comprehend its meaning, but the parchment revealed information about a path to life. Could this mean that if their plan succeeded, they really could leave this place alive?

After all, the parchment had never lied.

"Yang Jian, Qian Yi’s signal is just ahead, about fifty meters away," Huang Ziya suddenly interrupted Yang Jian’s further contemplation.

"So soon?" Yang Jian snapped his head up.

He had clearly slowed his pace, even stopped; it shouldn’t be possible to converge with Qian Yi so quickly.

Right.

He almost forgot, the positioning was mutual; just because his side’s convergence was slow didn’t mean that Qian Yi wouldn’t actively run over to this side.

But Qian Yi probably didn’t know that the moment he converged, he would be the first to suffer an attack from the ferocious ghost.

And once the ferocious ghost succeeded, the balance of Yang Jian’s team would also be shattered.

The dangerous situation mentioned on the parchment was about to occur.

He didn’t even have time to prepare.

No.

There was no need to prepare anymore.

Yang Jian immediately put away the parchment and turned back with a grave voice, "Everyone, be careful. Qian Yi will be attacked by the ghost as he converges with us, and that moment will be our last chance."

"What?"

The others were collectively startled.

"There’s no time to explain, I’ll try to dismember that ghost later and to reduce its number, but during the contact with the ghost, there might be some uncontrollable changes. If I’m not attacked, all the better, but if I am, you’ll have to block the ghost’s attack for me."

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, "If I die, everything is meaningless, but if I live, you all have a chance to leave this place."

"Can this work? Facing that ghost head-on? Don’t we have no way to contain the ghost? It will launch a second wave of attacks." Zhang Lei said, sounding slightly anxious.

"We must do it, and we have to act before Qian Yi is attacked and killed. Otherwise, if the ghost gets hold of what’s within Qian Yi’s body, and if the number of ghosts it suppresses reaches 10, we’re done for," Yang Jian said.

Right now, their numbers had the advantage, but if they failed to converge with Qian Yi, then the ghosts would have the advantage.

Absolute suppression would take place, disabling all of their ghost master abilities, and they would become ordinary people.

That would be a certain death scenario.

Without waiting for others to respond, Qian Yi’s signal overlapped with Yang Jian’s.

They were less than ten meters apart.

However, Yang Jian’s line of sight was limited to five meters; anything further, and he could only discern a vague outline.

He stared intently around him, scanning the area.

As expected.

A human silhouette was approaching from ahead, heading in his direction.

Was it Qian Yi?

Yang Jian’s expression remained calm, despite this guy having messed up his affairs, he couldn’t die yet – at least not now.

But just as Qian Yi’s silhouette began to appear in his field of vision, another large, rigid human silhouette was quickly moving towards him from the darkness.

The target had indeed changed.

The allure of the Ghost Candle was now at a disadvantage, with a lone person coming so close to the ghost, the ghost’s actions had recovered.

"Follow me."

Yang Jian simply roared, and immediately charged into the darkness towards the two merging silhouettes. Experience new stories on novelbuddy

Life or death would be decided by this encounter.