Mysterious Revival-Chapter 597 594 The Second Fang Shiming

Fang Shiming died?

At this moment, not only were Jang Shangbai and Wu Yun from the circle of friends incredulous, but even Yang Jian, who was in the third layer of the Ghost Domain and had personally orchestrated this terrifying scene, was somewhat surprised too.

In Yang Jian's view, Fang Shiming could easily withstand even the fifth layer of the Ghost Domain, so how could he perish so readily under the attack of a Ghost Hand?

Although he knew that his Ghost Hand could now unconditionally suppress three ghosts and silently invade the bodies of spirit manipulators, Fang Shiming hadn't used the Ghost Scissors just now, nor had he preemptively used the ghosts in his body to resist...

"Could it be that the suppression of the three ghosts, coupled with my restraining of his movements, left him unable to resist and helplessly killed off like this?"

Yang Jian's eyes were fixed on the corpse of Fang Shiming.

The corpse was real, not fake, he was very certain of that.

"It's not impossible; just like how I inexplicably got attacked by people from the circle of friends, my head split open without any resistance, lying on the ground, becoming a corpse. What of the balance maintained by the three ghosts? They still need the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box to extend their lives and survive."

"Accidents are quite common in the circle," he reflected inwardly, only able to explain it this way.

An experienced spirit manipulator dying in some inconspicuous supernatural event was common too; without contacting ghosts, one would never know how terrifying they could be.

Just like the Ghost Hand Yang Jian held at the moment—it might just be a C-class event in case of a supernatural outbreak, killing only a few people in a month in one place.

But if a spirit manipulator were to incarcerate it, anyone who could control three ghosts or less would be sending themselves to death.

"No, something's not right."

However, as Yang Jian retracted the Ghost Hand, he frowned upon discovering something illogical.

Although Fang Shiming was dead, and his body lay there, there was no resurrection of a fierce ghost, not even a hint of any movement.

It was as if.... there were simply no ghosts inside the body at all.

"There's something off about Fang Shiming," Yang Jian felt a sense of alarm.

But just that alone could not stop his following actions; this time the Ghost Hand had already taken Fang Shiming's life, but the remaining Wu Yun and Jang Shangbai were still alive, and the Dead Man's Head carried by Wu Yun had caught his attention.

He had seen clearly just now, that Dead Man's Head had blocked the attack of the Ghost Hand, and it did so quite effortlessly.

"I must eliminate the potential threat first; take out that Wu Yun, then deal with the rest. Jang Shangbai has two confirmed ghosts, I am very familiar with the Ghost Shroud, his Ghost Domain should be suppressed by me now, and unable to be used, leaving only the power of one remaining ghost unaccounted for."

Yang Jian did not cease his movements; he walked through the third layer of the Ghost Domain, approaching Wu Yun.

Facing the impending danger, Wu Yun remained oblivious.

He was now trembling, frightened, especially after seeing the corpse of Fang Shiming lying in front of him, he felt even more desperate.

"Jang Shangbai, President Fang is dead..." Wu Yun cried out in a lost voice, his face in disbelief.

Jang Shangbai's complexion was gloomily unattractive, "Don't yell, I've seen it too. Fang Shiming didn't block the attack just now, he was taken out."

"That's not right; how could we have survived while President Fang dies? That strange hand wasn't as terrifying as we imagined, and you're fine too," said Wu Yun, his voice trembling but still loud, as if to give himself a bit of security.

"You're asking me, but whom shall I ask? Perhaps the true Ghost Hand attacked Fang Shiming, and we were just incidentally affected. Moreover, I haven't experienced this kind of attack before, so I can't analyze its reasons, but one thing I'm sure about is that this attack is definitely linked to Yang Jian," Jang Shangbai spoke.

"Yang Jian? Didn't he die already? President Fang took him out, and even headquarters sent out a death notice," Wu Yun quickly pressed on.

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"There's only one explanation left, if Yang Jian really had died completely, his vengeful spirit would definitely not come after us upon its revival. These two attacks have made it quite clear; this is a deliberate targeting. Our friend circle controls the entire district in Dachang City, and besides him, who would dare to cross us? Even if headquarters wanted to take us down, they would need a detailed plan, and we would receive notification in advance."

Jang Shangbai gazed around him with the utmost vigilance.

"So... the third attack will come soon, you and I both need to be careful. Maybe next time, someone else will die."

Even someone as slow to react as him should have realized the irrationality after being attacked by vengeful spirits twice.

If one still thinks this is a paranormal event caused by the revival of a vengeful spirit, then that's just stupidity.

Upon hearing this analysis, Wu Yun was immediately startled.

It wasn't a ghost attacking them, but Yang Jian, who had taken control of the vengeful spirit.

"Damn it, it's all Fang Shiming's fault. Saying Yang Jian was already dead, that he managed to kill him off, acting all big and bossy, and now he's bungled this trivial matter. Now, look, we're all screwed because of him."

Wu Yun was both shocked and enraged, cursing through gritted teeth as he looked at Fang Shiming's corpse.

If Yang Jian was truly still alive, then being targeted by him now was even scarier than being targeted by a vengeful spirit.

At least vengeful spirits still follow patterns when they kill, but Yang Jian was clearly determined not to stop until he had his revenge.

"Yang Jian, I can understand you wanting revenge, but I'm also the captain of the headquarters. Can you bear the consequences after killing me?"

Jang Shangbai shouted to the empty surroundings, "No matter the outcome, you can't hold on to your captain position, and without the protection of the headquarters, all your relatives and friends in Dachang City will probably be doomed."

"We still have people in our friend circle, and they aren't all as easy to talk to as I am."

"Fang Shiming, who attacked you before, is already dead at your hands. Stop now, and I can take over the friend circle and discuss a deal with you. You want the Ghost Scissors, I can give them to you, and more..."

He attempted to negotiate with Yang Jian and stop the strife.

Because if this continued, Jang Shangbai knew that he was certain to die there, there was no chance of survival, as he couldn't even escape Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.

But before he could finish speaking, a shrill scream answered him.

A pale, cold hand materialized out of thin air, grabbing Wu Yun's neck tightly, just like the previous Ghost Hand attacks without any warning. As the screams subsided, Wu Yun's neck was broken, his body dangling limply in midair.

His body was covered in blood-red patterns. These patterns, like a curse, formed a line of text that conveyed some message.

But this bizarre curse had been forcefully stopped, and now there was no reaction.

"Wu Yun?"

Jang Shangbai cried out in horror, but could only watch as Wu Yun drew his last breath not far away.

He, who had survived two assaults, was killed just like a common man by that eerie hand.

"The vengeful spirit was suppressed... that hand can suppress the resurrection of vengeful spirits."

Jang Shangbai realized the problem when he saw the curse on Wu Yun's body had no effect.

He also understood why Fang Shiming had been taken down so easily.

The real Ghost Hand had the power to suppress other vengeful spirits, just like... the Ghost Envoy incident at the training base.

"Did Yang Jian personally imprison the Ghost Coffin, come into contact with the Ghost Coffin, and survive both times, obtaining part of the Ghost Envoy's power during some incident?" Jang Shangbai thought, feeling a chill all over.

If that was the case, it was terrifying.

This Yang Jian still had secrets, far beyond what he had shown on the surface.

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Even the manner in which Yang Jian had previously been killed might have been feigned.

After all, he possessed the power to suppress the resurgence of fierce ghosts and had the characteristics of a Ghost Envoy, so there was a possibility that he could have blocked Fang Shiming's attack.

However, the world enveloped in red light remained eerily silent and strange.

No one spoke, and no one responded to Jang Shangbai; it seemed that the possibility of Yang Jian still being alive was merely a conjecture.

Gurgle...

After Wu Yun died, the rotting Dead Man's Head wrapped in clothes fell to the ground and rolled away to the side.

Jang Shangbai's eyes snapped open, and he hurriedly rushed over, attempting to seize the rotting Dead Man's Head in his hands.

Having one more ghost at this time meant a slightly better chance of survival, and it didn't matter how dangerous the Dead Man's Head was; it was still better than being directly killed like the others.

Although his response and actions were quick, how could they possibly be faster than Yang Jian, who was within the Ghost Domain?

Another hand eerily appeared beside the rotting head, directly lifting it up, and then both the hand and the rotting Dead Man's Head disappeared without a trace.

Jang Shangbai grasped at air.

At the same time, Wu Yun's body was gone as well.

"Damn it..."

Jang Shangbai's face was void of color and ghastly pale, as ugly as that of a dead person.

Failing to grab the rotting head meant he had one less chance to survive.

He felt despair and helplessness.

Because at this moment, he was the only one left on the top floor of Ping'an Tower; everyone else was dead, not a single person was left, no help to be found.

And Jang Shangbai was clear that he was the last one surviving not because he was more formidable, but because the previous attacks did not deliberately target him, prioritizing him less than the others.

But now, he would be the only one to endure the third attack.

"Can I block it?" Jang Shangbai questioned himself, his hands trembling slightly, his body seemingly going limp.

Fear, incessantly emerging from within, was driving his emotions to the edge of collapse.

It was at this moment he realized that the difference between him and Yang Jian wasn't in the number of ghosts; although he too had controlled three ghosts, just like Yang Jian, at the moment he was utterly defenseless and even easily slaughtered.

No wonder that guy had never taken him seriously from the beginning to the end when they previously interacted.

Should he now say: Yang Jian truly is someone who has survived two S-level supernatural events.

"It's coming."

Suddenly.

Jang Shangbai felt a sinking sensation in his chest as he saw a large shadow shaking on the ruined building beneath his feet.

It was as if a person's shadow was being cast under the light.

But looking in the opposite direction of the shadow revealed no one there, and what was most eerie was that the shadow was profoundly dark, like a patch of blackness... and the shadow had no head.

Headless Ghost Shadow!

Jang Shangbai recognized this ghost; it was the shadow that followed Yang Jian, which he had paid attention to before. Yang Jian's shadow was just like that, without a head, no matter the angle or light, nothing could fill in the missing head of the shadow.

"The first attack was from Ghost Eyes, the second from Ghost Hand, and now the third attack is this Headless Ghost Shadow, exactly corresponding to the three ghosts Yang Jian possesses. Indeed, the guy is still alive."

This belief solidified his conviction in Yang Jian's survival.

Attacks by a ghost controller work like this; it's not possible to always use the power of one ghost. They need to counter each other, maintaining balance, so it's best to alternate abilities.

But now, as the third attack was approaching, readying to target Jang Shangbai—

There was a secure room in a certain underground level of Ping'an Tower.

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Inside the secure room was a solitary compartment.

The next moment.

The door to this solitary compartment suddenly opened.

A stench of decay that had been sealed away for a long time wafted out, and in the pitch-black room, a figure slowly emerged.

"Have I, died once?" A hoarse, deep voice echoed within the secure room.

When the figure finally stepped out of the room, the fluorescent light in the secure room faintly illuminated his appearance.

It was... Fang Shiming.

But there was a subtle difference than the Fang Shiming who had died before; the earlier Fang Shiming had been like a healthy living person, yet the Fang Shiming who emerged from the secure room now was like an emaciated corpse, with eyes full of blood vessels that seemed huge, filling the entire eye socket, hideous and startling.

He stepped out of the secure room.

He glanced around with a slightly moving gaunt face: "Ghost Domain? And quite a large one at that. Looks like a serious problem has indeed occurred; even the 'me' from the photograph has died. Although the 'me' in the photograph didn't possess the power of a ghost, it was still an isolated existence, not something ordinary supernatural events could kill."

"Since things have gotten to this point, I can't just sit idly by."

He took a few steps forward.

A chilling wind abruptly arose around him.

The wind was like the whispering of fierce ghosts in one's ear, causing one's hair to stand on end, and came with a persistent smell of decay that made one wonder if the source of the wind was a corpse or perhaps a fierce ghost...

As the cold wind blew, the surrounding lights began to flicker.

Everything around became dim.

Fang Shiming disappeared from the spot, arriving in a world covered in red light.

This was an invasion.

He had directly entered into the second layer of Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.

"A Ghost Domain within a Ghost Domain? The characteristics of this Ghost Domain are very similar to those of Yang Jian from Dachang City... did I fail to kill that guy last time when I came to borrow the Ghost Scissors?"

Fang Shiming seemed to have lost a part of his memory and was unclear about what had happened in the past few hours.

"If that's the case, then it's just the same if I kill him now."

He looked up at the rooftop.

As if he could see the events unfolding atop the rooftop, despite the layers of buildings in between.