Mysterious Revival-Chapter 594 591 The Disappearing Circle of Friends

Just moments before, the friends gathered for a meeting were discussing whether to stay or leave, as the incidents in the city had exceeded their expectations. Staying could very well mean death. But unexpectedly, an accident happened in the next instant.

A red light with a kind of sinister gaze was cast in their direction.

As if a fierce ghost was secretly watching, it sent shivers down everyone's spine and they discovered something even more terrifying.

The red light could affect reality; their bodies felt as if they were about to vanish from this world.

Everyone in the meeting room felt horrified at that moment.

The attack came too quickly, without the slightest warning, and even if one had sensed it, there was no time to react.

Under the red light, everyone was too preoccupied to care about anything but trying to use the ghostly power within their bodies to resist everything around them.

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"President Fang, save me..." Someone's face was filled with terror as they reached out to Fang Shiming, pleading for rescue.

He was also a ghost controller, but he found the ghost in his body vanishing, leaving him powerless to resist unless in a case where a fierce ghost might revive and offer a fighting chance.

Yet the red light that enveloped them was not targeting fierce ghosts, but rather humans, so much so that before he could even use the power of a fierce ghost, his body was rapidly disappearing.

Like the characters on a page being quickly erased.

There were no corpses, no wounds, just entire people eerily disappearing in the red light, even the ghosts inside their bodies vanished without a trace. It was as if they had never existed in this world.

Beyond that.

Even the entire Ping'an Tower, all three floors of it, vanished in an instant.

What was most desperate was that the red light did not merely persist for a moment; it continued without any sign of stopping, seemingly intent on not relenting until they were killed.

Some couldn't withstand this terrible ghost assault and died on the spot.

Others struggled to hold on, but their bodies were left maimed, only half of a broken corpse remained, seemingly on the verge of ghost resurrection.

Yet there were still those who managed to staunchly resist the attack.

Jang Shangbai's outer suit vanished, revealing a strange garment underneath—clearly a shroud meant for a dead person from a bygone era, marked with the black character for "longevity," stained with indelible dried blood, old and filthy.

The Ghost Shroud?

This garment was familiar; Yang Jian would not forget that its first owner was Ye Feng. They'd had a fierce fight in Dachang City. Later, after the Hungry Ghost incident erupted and Ye Feng died at the hands of the Hungry Ghost, the Ghost Shroud ended up on the Hungry Ghost itself.

Unexpectedly, only half a year had passed, and the Ghost Shroud had changed hands to its third owner.

However, it was evident that headquarters had somehow managed to strip it off the Hungry Ghost.

The Ghost Shroud was also an unusual entity. It could protect the wearer from other fierce ghost attacks, but correspondingly, the Ghost Shroud also bore a curse, or a strange power. Over time, the wearer would be continuously eroded, gradually turning from a living person into a dead one, a corpse.

And it seemed impossible to remove the Ghost Shroud once it was worn.

Yang Jian had once coveted it but had refrained due to the terrifying nature of the Hungry Ghost.

Now, this shroud, worn on a ghost, was once again causing him trouble.

The red light from the fifth level of the Ghost Domain was blocked by the shroud.

Jang Shangbai did not vanish like the others, nor did he die from ghost resurrection under the wear of the red light.

As for Fang Shiming, it was even stranger; the red light from his ghostly eye disappeared around him. He was not affected at all, without even the slightest trouble.

There was also another ghost controller named Wu Yun, whom Yang Jian didn't know, but he had seen the information collected by President Fei. This guy was also an odd one, a significant figure in the circle, like He Tianxiong who had fled earlier. Yang Jian had considered taking him down before but later abandoned the idea.

Wu Yun didn't vanish because fresh blood kept seeping from his body, a mysterious force shielding him from the attack. The flowing blood on his body outlined some symbols, which couldn't be discerned because they weren't connected.

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This is a curse.

The information said that he became a ghost master entirely because of a reckless outdoor adventure, not knowing whether he made a bet with friends or wanted to prove his boldness. At some point, he went to a cemetery in the countryside and carved his name on an abandoned gravestone. Since then, he seemed to have been haunted by a fierce ghost....

The strange isolation of Fang Shiming, the Ghost Shroud of Jang Shangbai, and the gravestone curse of Wu Yun.

Only they were unharmed in the entire conference room; nearly everyone else had disappeared, and one had left behind a withered and sunken Dead Man's Head with a pair of dim, lifeless eyes that betrayed terror and unwillingness before death.

But that shriveled Dead Man's Head was not really dead. After a brief moment of calm, it started to blink its eyes, and the grayish-white eyeballs began to move slightly as the flesh on the face rapidly decayed.

This was a fierce ghost that could not be sent away by the fifth layer of the Ghost Domain, and it was now reviving.

The red light, having persisted for a moment and realizing that the attack had not had a further effect, began to gradually dissipate, and eventually disappeared altogether.

But, the top three floors of Ping'an Tower had vanished without a trace.

The few who survived could only stand atop the damaged building, watching the events unfold and come to an end, their silence speaking volumes of the unspeakable horror and palpitations they felt, clearly still shaken by the terrifying attack.

"What the hell, what does this mean?" Wu Yun cried out in horror as he looked around.

On the conference table, only a few of them were left, and a man named Liu Dong had completely vanished, leaving behind only the rotting Dead Man's Head, particularly unnerving as its ash-gray eyeballs seemed to be assessing its surroundings.

In an instant.

In just an instant, their circle of friends had suffered a devastating blow, and even the building had peculiarly lost three floors.

"We were attacked by a ghost."

Jang Shangbai was scared out of his wits, looking uneasy as he gazed into the distance: "That red light seemed to have come from the direction of the hotel, and Yang Jian died near there... It was his Ghost Eye, I've seen such a terrible attack before. Once, Yang Jian used it to make a tree vanish into thin air right before my eyes."

"I thought I couldn't block it, but now it seems that trading with headquarters for this Ghost Shroud from the Hungry Ghost was the right decision."

At that moment, he truly thought he was going to die because not all of him was ghost and there were parts of his body that the power of the fierce ghost could not affect. If any part of his body were to vanish, his life would be hard to sustain.

However, the terrifying extent of the Ghost Shroud surprised Jang Shangbai, even beyond his imagination.

After all, this was the first time he had been subjected to such an attack. Most of the time, the Ghost Shroud was just an insignificant ghost that helped him maintain his physical balance.

"Why would we be attacked by a ghost out of the blue? And by Yang Jian's ghost? We haven't done anything, just sitting here having a meeting and drinking tea. Could that also fit into the pattern of a ghost killing?" Wu Yun, with trembling voice and widened glasses, spoke.

Being scared was inevitable.

Because such attacks could likely happen again, and his current state wouldn't withstand another. Next time, he might not die from the strange red light, but he would surely die from his own curse.

The risk of the fierce ghost reviving was almost impossible to overcome.

Fang Shiming's face was stern, his brows deeply furrowed as he surveyed the desolation around him.

Several people had disappeared, leaving only the three of them and a Dead Man's Head... Aside from Zhang Jian and He Tianxiong, who had previously gone missing, almost all of the core ghost masters within the circle of friends seemed doomed to die out.

"Is it a coincidence, or is it deliberate targeting?"

At that moment, Fang Shiming even suspected that Yang Jian was not dead and was seeking revenge, but upon further thought, he dismissed the idea.

Yang Jian had already died to his own Ghost Scissors; even the fierce ghost had revived, so there was no chance he was still alive. Perhaps they had unwittingly triggered some ghostly law of killing.

However, as Wu Yun said.

It was highly unlikely to be targeted by the Ghost Eye; after all, none of them had even been to the place where Yang Jian died. If a fierce ghost was to start killing, why would it choose this place in such a big city?

There were too many inconsistencies.

Fang Shiming too, could not come up with a reasonable answer.

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