Mysterious Revival-Chapter 588 585 Speculation

Huang Ziya looked at Yang Jian, who was motionless, seemingly lost in thought, and couldn't help but speak, "If you can't think of any reason, stop trying. At this point, surviving is what's most important. And are you really okay like this? After all, you're left with only half a head; will it always be like this?"

Even the most tolerant people couldn't bear to have someone with half a head moving around them.

Yang Jian's stiff, icy corpse moved slightly, but he was analyzing the situation before him, "The attack I suffered earlier doesn't seem like a supernatural event; it felt like a targeted assault. I was walking in the street and talking on the phone when suddenly, I suffered a bizarre attack. The attack happened in two stages: first, it moved my head, and then it split my head in two."

"The purpose of this attack was clear, to kill me in one blow without giving me any chance to survive."

"If it were a ghost killing someone, it wouldn't be like this. After attacking you once, a ghost wouldn't attack you continuously a second time, especially not in the same place."

Huang Ziya exclaimed in surprise, "You think it was done by a person? Was it the work of a ghost controller?"

Killing by a ghost and killing by a ghost controller are actually quite similar; the latter might even be more eerie. Because while ghosts killing people need to follow certain rules, ghost controllers possessing a ghost's powers can ignore such rules and take direct action.

"There's an over eighty percent chance someone targeted me, because after the second attack, there hasn't been a third attack until now. If a ghost wanted to kill me, it surely wouldn't just attack twice; it would keep attacking nonstop until I was completely dead," Yang Jian slowly stood up.

"So, the likelihood that a ghost has targeted me is small and also illogical. But if it was a ghost controller, then everything makes sense."

"After the first attack, I wasn't dead yet, so a certain ghost controller took another stab to ensure death, adding a second attack. After the second one, they confirmed my condition, deemed me dead, so they did not strike again. That's why there has been no third attack."

Yang Jian's eye socket with one red eye looked beyond the Ghost Domain.

He needed to investigate, he needed the truth. If it turned out to be the work of a ghost controller, then he needed… revenge.

Now, he had no more concerns.

As long as the curse from the Eight-Tone Music Box was there, he couldn't die.

However...

Yang Jian felt a heavy mood, that kind of attack was too terrifying.

It ignored the barriers of the four levels of the Ghost Domain and the resistance of the ghost within his body, and in an instant, made his head fall off. Even if he currently couldn't die because of the curse, if he faced such an attack again, it would likely be hard to withstand.

This situation was almost like the one he experienced back at the Caesar Hotel.

Wandering in that hotel was a very terrifying ghost, which he had seen with his own eyes. The ghost was the corpse of a tall, rotting man, whose killing method involved stepping on the footprints of passersby.

Once the footprint was stepped on and the killing method triggered, the ghost's attack would also ignore distance, ignore the Ghost Domain, and just one attack could instantly consume nearly an entire Ghost Candle.

Had he not solved the puzzle in time, coupled with the Ghost Candle from the Dachang City incident which bought time, he, Xiong Wenwen, Lin Luomei, and a few others would have undoubtedly been annihilated there.

"Do I need to acquire the eerie Firewood Knife from the ghost's hand to fight this kind of terrifying attack? Since I can't die now anyway, I'm not afraid of being suddenly killed."

Yang Jian pondered, weighing his options.

He felt that this was a highly feasible plan. He had been interested in what was in the ghost's hand before, but due to hesitation and not wanting to directly confront an unknown level of ghost for some mysterious and dangerous item, that would have been irrational.

After all, no matter how special the object, it isn't as important as one's own life.

Now, his life was already gone, concerns no longer existed, and the conditions for action were met.

"No rush, I need to be sure of what exactly is going on before I take action," Yang Jian kept this thought in his heart for the time being.

He wanted to understand the truth.

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After he understood everything, he would act, and there was still time. The Eight-Tone Music Box's curse could last for quite a while, at least for several days without any problem, and he didn't need several days to thoroughly investigate.

Tonight, he could be sure.

Because Yang Jian already had a guess in his heart, he just hadn't confirmed it yet.

But before that, Yang Jian needed to recover, otherwise his current condition would be very disadvantageous to him.

"Once again using Gao Zhiqiang's Ghost Conman to recover, it's not the first time." Yang Jian's gaze turned toward his room in the Ping'an Hotel.

Inside the bedroom of that room, there was a chest made of gold, and Gao Zhiqiang's ghost was imprisoned within it.

This was a gain from the last headquarters meeting, the ghost was neither controlled nor carried on the person, it was just casually placed in the hotel.

He was confident that no one would dare to steal things from his residence.

If someone could steal it, then Yang Jian himself would have been taken out, and such possessions would be irrelevant.

Immediately,

Yang Jian stepped forward, heading towards the Ping'an Hotel.

"Wait, wait a minute." Huang Ziya stopped him.

Yang Jian paused and turned to look at Huang Ziya.

Huang Ziya was lying on the ground, struggling to move forward, her lower half seemed to be paralyzed, unable to stand up smoothly.

"The aftereffects of the specter's revival?" Yang Jian glanced at her, and her situation immediately became clear.

Her body had deteriorated significantly, even though he had helped suppress the ghost in Huang Ziya, it was a temporary solution, not a cure.

"Aren't you going to help me up?" Huang Ziya said.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something else." Yang Jian went over and picked her up.

Light, thin, that was Yang Jian's impression of this woman, who didn't have the physique a woman should have.

This was a common problem among ghost controllers, their bodies were constantly decaying.

"You helped me this time, I should thank you." Yang Jian looked at her as he spoke.

Huang Ziya was taken aback, and she said, "Didn't you save me last time at the training base too? That time was even more dangerous than this one, and I haven't thanked you yet, but it seems we don't need to be so polite. I'm about to die, the specter's revival has already begun, and temporary suppression is useless. Once I'm away from your help, revival will continue, and by the looks of it, you probably won't live much longer either."

She said this with a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth.

Although she had anticipated this outcome on the day she became a ghost controller, the prospect of a despairing death still left her feeling unwilling.

Yang Jian, with only half his head left, did look terrible, but he replied in a strange voice, "That won't happen, at least not now."

He took Huang Ziya into the Ping'an Hotel and back into his own room.